Laura sat on the plush couch, her hands tenderly cradling her round belly. She closed her eyes for a moment, feeling a soft flutter of movement from within. [@ch_1]"It's okay, my little ones,"[/@ch_1_d] she murmured, her voice filled with love and anticipation. "Just one more month left." Her fingers traced gentle circles, calming both herself and the twins inside her.
Laura stood up and faced the mirror, admiring her form. "I look so pregnant and curvy," she said to herself, a contented smile spreading across her face. Her hands moved from her belly to her hips, and she gave her butt a playful pat. "And so caked too," she giggled, enjoying the moment of self-love. Her laughter was soft, a sweet melody in the quiet room.
Laura began to sway her butt, letting the rhythm of a gentle tune guide her movements. "I love being this," she whispered, losing herself in the dance. The room seemed to come alive with her energy, the shadows dancing along with her. "I love being curvy and caked!" she declared, her voice full of delight as she twirled gracefully.
After her dance, Laura gently caressed her belly again, feeling the connection with her unborn children. "I know you like the dancing," she said softly. "Tomorrow, I'll call my friends to send me the presents that I ordered. I hope you like it." Her mind filled with thoughts of the future, a blend of anticipation and joy.
Laura moved to her bed, the covers cool and inviting. With a final pat on her butt, she giggled softly. "Good night, little ones," she whispered into the quiet. "And my cake," she added with a chuckle, settling down under the covers. Her eyes closed, and she drifted into a peaceful sleep, the room enveloped in serene silence.
