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It’s been a week since I found out I was pregnant. In that week, I’ve had more ultrasounds and given more blood than I ever thought possible. Stella wanted to know how far along I was without question. During my pelvic exam, she could see I was pregnant because of the different color and consistency of my cervix. We’ve narrowed it down to me being three weeks along. The vaginal ultrasound was barely conclusive giving us the answers that we both had hoped for.

The very first night I slept with Nathan, we conceived our child. There’s no doubt that it’s his since I was so busy, and my sex life with Michael was pretty much nonexistent at the time. Probably explains Michael’s actions.

My two past relationships ended because they looked elsewhere, because I didn’t make them a priority. Two men who chose to cheat because I left them feeling needy; wanting what I wasn’t willing to give them. Now I live with the fear that it may happen a third time. How will I survive it if Nathan finds affection somewhere else? How will the girls take it? What if I’m left single with three kids, juggling two different fathers, dealing with visitation and schedules?

I feel Nathan come up behind me in bed. The warmth of his arm encases me, pulling me to him. He moves my hair out of the way, placing kisses down my neck, to my shoulder. His hand moves over my stomach; he doesn’t know he has a child growing inside me yet. I haven’t figured out how to tell him. I can feel him bring my nightgown up, over my ass, over my hips. “Baby.” He whispers in my ear. “I want to feel you.” He kisses my neck. The throb increases between my legs as I grow wet, and his hand continues over my body. I arch my back pushing into his stiff cock.

“Nathan, please.” I rip my nightgown over my head and he chuckles in my ear.

“Hmm baby, love the no panties.”

“It’s called easy access, love.”

His fingers dive between my legs. I buck up against him as he massages my clit causing me to release a low moan. He slides his arm under me as he rolls onto his back so that I’m on top of him, my back to his chest. He knows this is my favorite position; how much I love to ride him this way, backwards.

“There’s my cowgirl.” I grab his dick and rub it between my folds wetting his tip with my arousal. One, two, three strokes between my lips and he enters me. I feel so full like this. He takes my hips in his hands and rotates my ass. I rock back and forth rotating around again and again. “Yes, Laney, fuck just like that. Damn, it feels so good, baby. Ride me, love, fuck me.” I continue with my rhythm of rocking and rolling my hips while I hear Nathan; a slur of curse words fall from his lips.

I play with my nipples helping along my climax. If I could, I would suck on them myself. “Nathan, I need more. I need you deeper.” I say as I continue to rock. I need to feel him as deep as I can get him.

I feel him sit up pushing me forward onto my hands and knees.

“You want it like this, love? Hmm? You want me to make love to you like this? Rough, fast hard?”

“Yes, please.”

He doesn’t waste any time as he enters me from behind. I hear his balls slapping my ass as he pounds into me. “Fuck, Laney, I don’t think I can go any deeper.” I push back in enjoyment as he slams into me. “Laney.” I hear my name forced from his lips as he picks up his pace. Just as I start to grind into him, my climax hits me full force.

“Shit, Nathan.” My legs shake as my orgasm rolls through my body. “My God, my God.” I’m breathless.

My arms grow weak, and I drop my head to the pillows beneath me, keeping my ass high in the air allowing Nathan to fuck me. “Shit, Laney...shit…I…ahhh!” With one last thrust, he digs his fingers into my hips keeping me pressed to him, allowing his release to enter my body. His breath is ragged. “Fuck me.” He leans over me, sprinkling kisses along my back while his body jerks with aftershocks. “I love you, sweet girl.”

“I love you too, baby.”

The morning was full of excitement once the girls emerged from their bedroom. They were up later than normal, but that was probably because they were too excited to sleep last night. Today is the day of Amanda and Addie’s birthday party. They're both decked out in rainbow colored, sparkled tutus and birthday t-shirts. Nathan picked them up each a pair of pink and purple boots. I have to say, Addie’s boot looks cute next to her walking cast.

I still have no clue as to what to expect. Nathan wanted to do this for the girls, and I didn’t have any objections. It’s nice to be able to sit back and watch and not have to do for a change. All I know is that Nathan has been communicating with Brad about everything.

The girls are in the back seat of Nathan’s new SUV spouting about what they think today is going to bring. I’m hearing things about lions, and tigers, princesses, and superheroes. Another thing Nathan has introduced them to. He said princesses always need a superhero to protect them. When Addie argued that the superhero movies didn’t have any princesses in them, Nathan kinda lost the battle. But he still has them interested in all things Spider Man and Batman. “How do you like the ride, love?”

“Not as good as the ride I was on earlier this morning,” I say in a low voice.

“Well, you can take me out for a ride anytime.”

“I’ll hold you to that.”

When I was pregnant with the girls, I was a walking, talking sex machine. I even gave Stella a few questionable looks a time or two. Those times of course she had to inform me there were just some things a best friend would not do. I might have gone through two vibrators during that pregnancy. I’m hoping it was just because my hormones were doubled since I was carrying twins. But after feeling that I couldn’t get enough of Nathan this morning, I have a feeling twins had nothing to do with it.

I look over at Nathan as we drive out to Natalie’s. That’s the only thing that I do know about today, the location. The weather is fairly mild for it being the first weekend in September.

I love how he interacts with them. He has nothing but patience, answering all their questions, explaining things and he never rushes them or quiets them when they are trying to express themselves. Especially Amanda, he never makes her feel bad for her speech difficulties.

His smile is infectious. It’s such a perfectly bright smile. Every time he flashes it I feel the butterflies let loose in my stomach. He takes the hand that he is holding to his lips and places a soft kiss on the back of it. “What are you thinking about?”

“Just you,” I say.

“What about me?” He removes his sunglasses and looks at me. Those warm honey eyes do me in every single time.

“Just how lucky I am to have you. How lucky we all are. You, Nathan Whitmore, are an incredible man. I would travel every low point in my life again if I knew it would all end with you.”