With one last glance over her shoulder, Tasha boarded the plane back to Australia. Her pregnancy was beginning to exert itself as she now had a noticeable protruding tummy. She was nearing 20 weeks by this time. Russell was as happy as a clam in a shell and bouncing around like a little kid. Wearing what seemed to be a permanent smile on his face, he went about his daily business with fervor to be able to spend as much time as possible with Tasha. His arm protectively around her waist, he escorted her into the plane. For the return trip they were having to fly commercially due to the fact that the private jet was in the midst of a few repairs. She was extremely relieved to be able to sit in first class, as her unwieldy body seemed to like having a good deal of room these days. When she thought ahead to how large she was going to get, it always made her sigh with both pleasure and annoyance. Her emotions were getting harder to ignore these days as well. Russ and Tasha had rarely argued before her pregnancy, but now they were having minor arguments on a weekly basis. They both had certain ideas about how children should be raised and were having a hard time compromising on those ideals. For the most part, they agreed. Yet it was those few minor details that they seemed to be hashing out on a recurring basis. They were also having a minor tiff over the name of the upcoming child. They both agreed that, should the baby be a girl, they would be naming her Mary Jocelyn after both of their mothers. However, when it came to names for a boy they disagreed. Russell wanted the name Stanley, after his grandfather. While Tasha respected the importance that his grandfather had in his life, she detested the name. Up to this point she had been adament about it, but she knew how stubborn Russ could be. Sighing, she realized that this was one argument she was not going to win. To be fair, she took one name and he took the other. Sighing again, she turned to look at her formidable husband. She knew that he would not budge on this one. Her father's first name was Robert and she had mulled the name over in her mind a time or two. Of course, he went by John and that was another name that Tasha didnt want for her child. She supposed the child would be Robert Stanley. 'Or Stanley Robert.' She thought to herself, scrunching her face up in a gesture to the inevitable. He caught the resigned look on her face. Raising an eyebrow, he leaned in close to her. "No wuckin furries, love. The trip will be quite safe." He said, mistaking the intent of her facial expression entirely. She smiled at him, leaning forward to rub the tip of her nose against his. "I know, studmuffin. I wasnt thinking about that." She leaned back and settled herself into her seat. He looked at her quizzically but before he could question her further the plane began to taxi toward the runway and the Captain came over the intercom with the usual greetings. Russ didnt forget her reply, but he passed over it for the moment to bring it up at a later time. Tasha was never very comfortable with flying and this particular journey was nearly hell for her. Even though she had a decent amount of room in first class she felt cramped and miserable. She sat on the aisle thus giving her easier access to the bathroom and she frequented it. The food was terrible, what little of it she could choke down. The only saving grace was the fact that, as a ravenous pregnant woman, she had stuffed some crackers into her purse before they had left. Before the trip was through those crackers had been munched and she joked with Russ that his arm was beginning to look mighty tasty as well. He playfully pulled his arm away from her with a mock look of fear on his face. They had to stop once to refuel and then it was off again. They slept a little. Tasha squirmed a great deal and the baby decided that it enjoyed keeping her awake by fluttering around as much as possible. They hit air turbulence a few times, making Tasha think she was going to vomit every time. Clutching the sickness bag to her like a life float, she weathered each up and down of the plane with small moans and deep breaths. All in all, she was never so glad to see any plane trip end as she was this particular one. Russ teased her mercilessly about her chunder reflex and she vowed to aim his way should the chunder reflex come into sight again. When they stepped off that plane, she breathed a sigh of relief that probably could have registered on the Richter scale. She insisted upon stopping at a hotel for the night and Russ was quite tired himself, so they stayed in Sydney. As they were settling into the room for the evening, Tasha was lying back upon the bed complaining that she was unable to move due to utter exhaustion. In the middle of her litany of complaint, Russ sat down beside her on the bed and pressed a fingertip to her mouth. "Shhhh, no worries, love. You dont have to move much. I'm going to undress you." He said softly. Carefully, tenderly, he began to slowly ease her out of her clothing. When she lay naked before him, he began to gently knead her cramping legs and arms. Turning her on her side, he rubbed as much of her back as he could reach. She rolled to the other side and he crawled over her to rub there too. Sighing contentedly, she said. "Ohhhh Mr. Crowe. I could get used to this.You have the most wonderful set of hands on this side of Paradise." Purring like a cat, she stretched out. She clawed the air with her arms as his eyes drank in the sight of her rising belly. Following the trail down, he reached a hand out to stroke her inner thighs. Moving inward, he began to carress the mound of her sex causing moans to proceed forth from her lips. Leaning down to her, he began to nip at the hardening nipples as his fingers worked their magic on her clitoris. She pulled him to her, needing to feel him inside of her. Raising his head from her breast, he replied "Na, love. Not yet. I'll be in there shortly." Then he went right back to teasing all the erogenous areas of her body. Soon she was whimpering to him, verbally begging him to penetrate her. This time he was more obliging as he carefully implanted himself onto her swelling body. Gradually, he built the heat between them to the burning point moving with the languid strokes of a master. As the sensations overtook her body, his name escaped her lips in one long, loud moan. Her head jerked from side to side, blinding both of them with the tossing of her long locks. Afterward, they curled up into each others arms for some long awaited sleep. Just before his eyes drifted shut, Tasha shifted forward and kissed him on the forehead. "Russ?" She said. "Hmmm?" He asked, quite sleepy by this time. "I've changed my mind. We'll name the baby after your grandfather if it is a boy." His eyes snapped open. He proceeded to thank her with an incredulous look and another incredible round of lovemaking.

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