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Sunlight streamed through the windows. The reflection off the snowy streets made the room incredibly bright. Maeve and Clair were still snuggled together in bed despite the brightness.
“ Happy Birthday Maeve.” Clair nuzzled herself into the crook of Maeve’s neck. Maeve smiled at her with sleepy eyes. “ I have a big day planned for you today. Alex wants to help me bake you a cake for when your family comes over.” Maeve’s son was becoming more and more interested in Clair’s line of work. His mom’s bought him a play kitchen for Christmas to accompany the chef costume that he got for his 4th birthday. He made cakes and baked goods out of play dough and liked to take them in and out of the plastic oven. Maeve snorted.
“ Jesus what the hell I’m I gonna do when both of you start cooking in this house? You’re gonna have to roll me around to get places.” Clair giggled and cupped the side of Maeve’s face.
“ I’ll roll you around till the day I die if I have to.” She kissed the side of Maeve’s cheek before climbing out of bed. “ Now, Fiona and your mother are coming to pick you up in an hour to take you out. I’m not sure where you’re going but they said to dress casually. I’m gonna work with Alex on the cake and the band is coming over to decorate. Clair stated as she got dressed for the day. Maeve was overwhelmed with emotions at the thought of a birthday party. She dealt with a lot as a child growing up. Her father was cruel to both her and her mother. She did her best to keep Fiona safe, at the expense of her own safety.
“ Wow I’ve never really had a birthday party before. I can’t believe you have all of these planned.” Maeve yawned and slowly started crawling out of bed. Clair came up behind her and started stroking the sides of her chubby gut.
“ This will be the first of many for my sweet girl.”
“ Woah.” Fiona had been gone for a few weeks for a modeling gig out of the country and hadn’t seen the weight that Maeve had put on recently. Her and their mother watched in shock as Maeve shoveled breadsticks and little bits and pieces of charcuterie into her mouth. They hadn’t even gotten to the main course yet.
“ Maeve! Slow down dear your going choke.” Mrs. Callaghan’s soothing Irish accent caused Maeve to stop dead in her tracks. She politely straightened herself out.
“Sorry.” Maeve mumbled.
“ Nonsense my dear!” You’ve been too thin for too long, take as much as you’d like.” She placed more bread on Maeve’s plate. Maeve’s ex husband spent 8 years monitoring every pound she gained and every meal she ate. One meal a day. Two if they were around other people. Small portions only, no carbs or sugar. It was a miserable existence. After she gave birth, he locked the pantry door and made her work out endlessly to lose weight. By the time she ran away and came back home, she was stick thin. Once she had a place of her own and Alex was safe, she couldn’t stop eating. It was hard for her to accept that Clair wanted her this way. She smiled at her mother and took small bites of the bread. Fiona placed her hand on top of Maeve’s and smiled warmly at her.
“ We’re just happy that you’re safe and home with us again.” Fiona wasn’t the kindest at times, but she’s been so desperate for Maeve to stay close that she couldn’t bring herself to rip on her sister anymore. As the main courses arrived, the family continued to enjoy each other's company.
“ All right Alex, now pour the milk into the bowl.” 4 year old Alex Callaghan stood on a little step stool in the kitchen while wearing his chef coat. Clair was showing him how to make his mother’s favorite marble cake with vanilla and strawberry frosting.
“Good job sweet boy!” Clair clapped her hands together as Alex slowly took the cup of milk and poured it into the bowl, only spilling a little bit onto the counter.
“ Hey Clair, where do you want us to put the presents?” Andrew popped his head in from the living room.
“ There’s a little spot in the corner of the dining room with other gifts.” Clair said while gently folding the wet cake ingredients into the dry ones.
“ When is mama coming home?” Alex asked while tugging at Clair’s sleeve. She loved that little boy like he was her own. He had his father’s blonde hair, but his face was completely Maeve’s. Clair looked at the boy and saw her future with Maeve. She thought about how good of a brother he would be. Babies of their own filled her head, but so did the sight of a heavily pregnant Maeve, glowing, and begging for whatever ridiculous craving she wanted. She quickly shook the thought out of her mind.
“ Mama will be home soon, love. Let’s put the cake into the oven and take a nap before the big party.” She slid the cake pan into the oven and scooped the little boy up before placing a kiss on his forehead. His eyes lit up at the sight of the colorful balloons that were hanging in different spots of the house as Clair brought him up the stairs and into his bedroom. After he settled into his nap, Clair slipped into her bed and began changing into a silky black slip dress.
“ Happy Birthday Maeve!” Clair flung herself into Maeve’s arms when she walked through the door. Her family and friends filled the room with laughter. Alex waddled over and hugged his mothers legs tightly. She cooed down at him and lifted him up, Clair still posing at Maeve’s other side.
“ Oh I have to get a picture! Look here guys!” Jetta grabbed her polaroid camera and took a photo of the beautiful family in front of the door.
“ I baked a cake for you mama!” Alex exclaimed while still in Maeve’s arms.
“ You did, didn’t you? Well that means mama is going to have extra cake tonight, right?” Clair cut in after him. Maeve felt her face heat up. She looked at Clair in her sinfully short silk dress and black stockings. Her makeup was bold and stood out from her dark hair and outfit. She had that look in her eyes, the one that made Maeve want to do every little thing she told her to.
“ How about you go play with your cousin's buddy.” Maeve brought Alex back to the floor. As he ran to the other room, Maeve pulled Clair closer to her and whispered in her ear. “ Y-You want me to do this in front of all of these people. I ate a huge lunch and my pants are so fucking tight.” Clair placed her hands on Maeve’s already full belly and lifted her shirt to reveal the gapping button on her pants.
“ Well then it’s gonna be nice and easy tonight.” Clair pecked her cheek and went to go grab the cake. Maeve was dizzy but managed to hold on enough to sit down at the table. Her guests surrounded her as Clair walked in with the cake with candles in the shape of the number 29. She felt herself smiling ear to ear as everyone sang and clapped for her. Clair cut her two massive pieces of cake.
“ One from me and one from Alex!” She patted the top off Maeve’s head. She took a deep breath and dug into the cake. It was even better than she remembered. Soft chocolate and vanilla sponge mixed with the sweet strawberry icing filled Maeve’s straining stomach. About halfway through, Clair placed a glass of milk in front of her. Maeve smirked and raised an eyebrow at her.
“ Figured that you’d be thirsty.” Clair shrugged and watched as Maeve turned to take a sip. As soon as it hit her lips she was silently cursing to herself. It wasn’t milk. It was cream. Heavy cream. She swallowed and glaired at Clair from across the room. Clair smiled and winked.
“ Fuck it.” Maeve mumbled and shoveled the rest of the cake into her mouth and chugged the glass of cream. She let out a small burp and sighed. Suddenly, she felt it. The instant pressure released from her pants with an audible snap as her button landed right next to Clair’s foot.
They’d clean the mess later. Right now, all of the guests were gone, Alex was in bed, and Clair needed her wife more than she needed air.
“ That was a rotten thing you did back there.” Maeve growling in Clair’s ear while groping her breasts.
“ Mmmhhmm yeah but it was damn sexy. I’m keeping that button forever. My Maevey’s first button pop!” She nuzzled herself into Maeve’s body.
“ Well I will tell you that I’ve never had a birthday party before. And this was a damn good first one.” Maeve tugged at Clair’s dress. “ You know how to get exactly what you want out of me.” She continued.
“ Well I’m not done with you yet, Maeve. I’m gonna rock you world tonight. This is gonna be the best night of your life.”
And that it was.