Hello! Howdy! Hola! Bonjour! Hiya! (: I'm a long time reader, first time poster. I'm absolutely in love with the Perfect Chemistry series, so I decided to write a little story while I wait for Chain Reaction to come out. Pardon my mistakes (grammar, punctuation, translation, etc.) This story is too long to catch all of them, and I only took three years of regular Spanish in high school, so that won't be too perfect either.

Anywho, WARNING, this totally has SPOILERS from Chain Reaction…KIND OF (Caps and italics, for those of you who don't bother to read A/Ns :D). I suggest you read the excerpt (chapters 5 and 6 to be exact) to fully understand this because this story picks up right after Chapter 6 (you don't have to, though, it's pretty self explanatory and it doesn't spoil the CR storyline at all. Just Alex and Brittany, kind of. It just makes more sense after you read it). So yeah, just type "Chain Reaction Simone Elkeles Excerpt Justine" into Google, click the first link, and read it. I'll wait right here. . . . . . . . . .(: Done? Okay good! Read along. It's rated M for its extreme-ish sexual content (towards the end) and mild language (like two or three words), blah, blah, blah. Basically, this isn't a story for prudes.

Oh yeah, and I don't own Perfect Chemistry or any of the characters. There :) PS- I don't know Alex's mom's name so I just made it up. Yup yup.

-BRITTANY-

I did it. I finally came clean and told Alex the truth. I mean, it's not like I was lying to him before, or being deceptive, really. It's not like he ever actually even asked me beforehand. Granted, most guys don't really go around asking their fiancée's if they're pregnant, but with finals and graduation and planning this wedding, when was I ever supposed to drop a huge bomb like this on him? Plus, he'd been especially busy since he'd taken up two different jobs to help pay for his rent. Either way, it's not like he was completely honest with me, either. He knew I never wanted to go back to Fairfield, and yet, he never once mentioned the fact that he'd gotten accepted into Northwestern, or that Shelley's custody had been given to the state of Illinois (why my parents told him, but neglected to tell me, I will never understand), and he certainly didn't even bother to bring up the fact that he'd already put down a down payment for a small, little three bedroom cottage just outside of my old neighborhood.

God. And yet, for some reason, as angry with him as I try to be, I can't seem to stay mad. Well, not too mad. First of all, because, after thinking long and hard about it, I realize that throughout the whole "moving-back-to-Fairfield" process, he must've had everyone's wellbeing and happiness in mind.

I should start out by saying that the house we're moving into is completely affordable, given our situation. Alex doesn't come from money, and (against my will) he'd kind of spent a whole bunch of it that he'd been saving up for the past four year on making our honeymoon perfect. And while I may come from money, I already cut most, if not all, of my ties with my parents after their outburst during my engagement announcement when they refused to come to any wedding of mine that was shared with that "poor ass Mexican gangbanger from the Southside." (Their words, not mine). Needless to say, I haven't talked to them in 7 whole months (even though I guess Alex has, once or twice), so I won't be asking them for any help with money any time soon (Not that Alex would let me). And yet, after all of that, somehow, Alex was able to find the perfect house, in the perfect location, with the perfect necessities, that's perfectly within our price range. I get to stay within a 10 to 15 minute driving distance of my sister, where I can visit her anytime I'd like. The house we're moving into is also handicap accessible, and meets all of my sister's needs, so she can come visit us anytime she'd like, too. And Alex. Well, Alex gets to do something that, four years ago, he especially never thought was possible. He's going on to earn his Master of Science degree after receiving a grant for being the first in his family to graduate from college. I'm so proud of him. "I want our future to be as bright as the twinkle in your eyes, mamacita." He whispered to me, between kisses, after my outburst during the wedding. Romantic, right? Okay, a little corny, yeah, but still. Swoon. I'm totally love drunk. Sorry, I digress.

But…second of all (finally), I can't stay too mad because…well, I mean, it's pretty obvious why. After we got engaged, we always talked about having kids. Lots of them (well duh, we're a very passionate couple, after all). I came from a rather small family, as neither of my parents had siblings, and neither of their parents had siblings either. With only Shelley by my side, family "reunions" and "get togethers" were often held at an eight person table on Thanksgiving. And even then, my parents were never really fully there. It was kind of just me and my sister growing up, it sometimes seemed. It got kind of lonely. On the other hand, Alex came from a very big, very gracious family. I found this to be especially true when I accompanied him to his cousin's wedding. It was pretty clear that we both wanted many children. It was also clear that we both kind of wanted to wait a few years to have them. At least until we both had stable jobs, and had seen enough of the world to know that we were both ready enough, and mature enough, to take on the huge role of parenthood. I think that's why he was so shocked after hearing about the news. I don't know what was redder; the roses in my bouquet or his face.

"But we were so careful." He mumbles quietly so as to just keep it between the two of us, his mouth still slightly agape. I can tell that the little, negative voice in the back of his head is already trying to convince him that he isn't quite ready for fatherhood.

"I know…" I whisper, not wanting to make this scene any bigger than it already is.

"But y-you were on—and we-we used—we d-didn't…" He's just a jumbled mess, now. Forgive me for saying this, as he's clearly becoming more and more distressed by the second, but it's actually kind of sexy. Sorry, my hormones are talking.

Oh my, God. Of course! How did I not think of it before? "Alex… do you remember a couple of months ago when I was recovering from strep throat…?" I begin as he nods lightly, "Well… the doctor put me on antibiotics, and—"

"Hahoh, chica!" Carlos chuckles behind Alex, after putting two and two together and realizing my own stupidity almost immediately after I did. Leave it to the Chemistry Major to not have realized this beforehand.

Just our luck, right? The one time that our condom fails, my birth control is negated by my stupid antibiotics. Oh, this is just too perfect. Ugh. I'm sure Alex is disappointed. And, of course, I'm disappointed with the fact that he's disappointed. Some wedding day this is.

That's when I hear him sigh. A content sigh. One that I've grown to know and love. I see the corners of his lips tug, slowly, forming that grin. That grin that only Alex has. I feel his warm touch, as his hand runs gently up and down my bare arm, with the nice calming affect that it always has. As he leans in closer, I smell the scent. The scent that only Alex can harbor. One that can't be captured into a cologne bottle, one that I'm sure no one else in the world could ever possibly posses. And then I taste his lips. The ones that are soft, and warm, and loving, and have engraved a permanent tattoo on my mind. "I love you, chica," he says, "You've just made me the happiest man on the face of the earth."

By this point, I'm sure you've figured out that I've completely melted into a puddle on the ground. Some wedding day this is! Oops, I think I just swooned.

"I'm gonna be a daddy!" He whispers in my ear. So, here we are, on our wedding day, surrounded by about 70 guests, in our own little world. I guess we're kind of forgetting that we aren't alone. At least, until the priest clears his throat, signifying that this wedding must go on now, before the guests become too impatient. But with a real life soap opera, like this, unfolding before their eyes, who could possibly get bored? Before I know it, though, we've said our vows, sealed it all with a kiss. We walk, no, float down the aisle, hand in hand, and I'm thinking that I could not be any happier than I am, right here, right now.

That is, until Alex whispers into my ear, "We've got a lot of making up to do, tonight, chica."

Okay. Now I couldn't be happier.

So, here I am, in the bathroom of our honeymoon suite. Oh yeah, that's right. Alex definitely went all out in booking our room in this hotel. Even though we'll only be here for one night before we leave for Cancun in the morning, Alex spent the time and money to make sure that this night was absolutely perfect for the two of us. I mean, yeah, I guess it's not like we're really about to "consummate" anything since we're been making love to each other for the past four years, but still. Tonight is different. Tonight isn't like all of the other nights. Tonight, we won't be making love as Brittany Ellis and Alex Fuentes, but rather as Brittany Fuentes and Alex Fuentes. Nice ring, huh?

Maybe that's why I'm so nervous. Maybe that's why I've practically locked myself in the bathroom, while Alex waits impatiently, out in the room (foreplay was never his friend). He thinks I'm in here getting ready. Taking my hair down, washing my face, taking off my wedding dress to slip on the little sexy white gown he got me for my last birthday. And, that's all true. Well, it was, like ten minutes ago. Now I'm just kind of staring at the mirror. Rubbing my only-showing-enough-for-me-and-only-me-to-notice growing belly. I'm Mrs. Alejandro Fuentes, and I'm about to make it officially official. Oh. My. God.

Okay, I hate to do this, but I know you saw it coming. Quick flashback to high school. Just five years ago, the beginning of my senior year. Uhm, yeah, I hated this kid (or so I thought). Alex Fuentes? Blech! I wouldn't be caught dead with him. And now, I wouldn't be caught dead without him. Whoda thunk it? Brittany Ellis was going to marry Alex Fuentes. Oh gosh, I'm smiling like a complete lunatic at the mirror. Ahh, this is the life. Why am I so nervous, anyway? I'm head over heels, never looking back, freakishly, trulymadlydeeply in love with this guy.

"Brit! Dios mio, chica. ¡Me estoy muriendo aquí!" I hear Alex exclaim from the other side of the door.

"…huh?" Needless to say, I took French in high school, and only completed Spanish I in college…with Alex's help. It was never my strong suit.

"I'm dying out here, mamacita. Vamos, por favor." He pleads. Poor Alex. He's got it bad. I'm not a sadist or anything, but I actually enjoy this kind of torture. I'm so evil. Well, kind of. Even though we're only separated by a mere door, I already miss him. Just the sound of his voice calms my nerves and draws me to him.

Rubbing my stomach once more for good luck, I push through the door and slink out. There he is. My husband, looking sexy as ever, sitting on the edge of our bed, in nothing but a pair of boxer shorts. I'm really, really sorry, but I think I'm about to swoon again.

"Hey, bebé," he smiles up to me, grabbing my hips as I stand between his legs. "Hey, bebé," He coos jokingly towards my stomach, Eskimo kissing it.

"You're such a dork, Alex." I say, patting his cheek, lightly.

"Nonsense, chica." And the next thing I know, he's pulled me down on to the bed, straddling me. He kisses my neck, my cheek, my eyelids, my nose and my shoulders, as his hands graze my body, and mine his, up and down, all around, in every which direction. "I love you, Brittany Fuentes." He whispers whenever his lips aren't preoccupied with some part of my body. I love you, too. And then finally, he kisses my lips. His mouth is warm, and moist, and he tastes of mint and…strawberries. I giggle at the fact that he's wearing my strawberry flavored Carmex, probably because he couldn't find his own chapstick this morning. Such a dork.

"What's so funny, chica? Hmm?" He's laughing, too, now. This only makes me laugh harder, as his laughs are so contagious.

"I don't know. I'm just so…happy right now. Is it possible to be drunk with love, Alex?"

"If it's not, then I'm pretty sure there's no other scientific explanation as to why we feel the way we do right now, Brit." And then he's kissing me again.

As he slowly eases up my little gown, I run my hands down his chest, stomach and back. I've memorized the place of every scar, every bruise, every wound, every tattoo, every imprint and every muscle that covers his body. I know which ones are sensitive to the touch, and which ones Alex has probably forgotten about. He's always unaffected by my soft caress, but somehow I'm always affected by it. He went through all of this just to be with me. God, I love him.

Now the only things that separate our bodies from full on contact with each other are the little swatches of cloth that are my lacy underwear and his black boxers. Just when I thought it was impossible to feel any closer to each other, he eases his way down my body, trailing a line of kisses from my neck, to my stomach, and southward, as his slides off my panties. If everyone kissed like Alex, this world would be a happy, peaceful, elated place. I feel on top of the world, floating on cloud nine with pleasure as his kisses down there deepen with passion before making their way back up to my mouth where our tongues clash, and we kiss as though we need it to survive.

Our hands explore each other, passionately as we whisper sweet nothings into one another's ears. I'm so happy, so fucking in love, so content right now, that I think I could die. This is too much.

He unclasps my bra and kisses my breasts, as I help him slip out of his boxers. One step closer to officiality never felt so good.

"You know," I purr, "the good thing about being pregnant and making love is that we don't have to use anything."

That sure stops him dead in his tracks. "I…I didn't even…think about that." He stutters. Oops. Shit. He rolls right off me. Wow, I think, way to kill the mood, Brittany. Wait…what did I say?

He looks at me, with nervousness in his eyes, "Mamacita, you're pregnant." He's eyeing my stomach now. Not that there's really much to eye.

"Yes…?" I draw out. It not some sort of revelation. We've already been over this Alex! I'm supposed to be the nervous one, not you! ¡Ay, dios mio! …Cute, he's rubbed off on me.

"I—I don't… W-what if… Is it possible to…I don't know…hurt the baby?"

"Uhmm, no…"

"But…he's in there…somewhere. What if I accidently poke him, or somethin', with my—"

"Alex, first of all, shut up. Second of all, you can't 'poke the baby'," I say with finger quotes, "It's physically impossible." For a horny pregnant girl, my mood sure is crashing fast. Did I mention that we haven't had sex in a month? Yeah, we took a little break from it so that it'd be more special on the wedding night. You can imagine all of this sexual frustration that's been building up. And yet, it's all starting to deflate now. This is just getting too weird and Alex has me all paranoid, which is stupid because I know for a fact that sex won't harm the baby. Especially not this early on. Well shit, Alex. So much for this being a romantic night. Great, now Alex has the giggles. And like I said before, Alex's laughing is unbelievably contagious. Before I know it, we're completely sprawled out on the bed, tangled all around each other, gasping for air in between our fits of teenish laughter.

"Ay, Dios mio, we're just a couple of crazy kids, aren't we?" Alex laughs.

I don't know why it's so funny. It just is, "We're so love drunk right now, Alex." I wipe away a tear. I've been under so much stress these past few months that I don't remember the last time I laughed this hard.

And just like that, I'm underneath Alex, again, as he rests between my legs, "You sure we can do this, chica?" He smiles.

"Yes, Alex." I groan, rolling my eyes playfully.

He wiggles his eyebrows, "Alright, I'll be gentle." He just cracks himself up, doesn't he?

His entrance into me is slow, and just mildly painful. Like I said, it's been a month. I scrunch my eyes shut, not remembering it hurting like this before. "You okay, Brit?" He asks, stopping all movement. I nod. He's so kind to me.

He pulls out and pushes back in, again and again, picking up a much more comfortable pace. It feels nice. I almost forgot how great he was at this. And there I go swooning again. Here we are, swaying to the rhythm of love, rocking gently in and out of each other's bodies and souls, back and forth, forth and back. Love is such a beautiful thing. I don't know why everyone always has to stick a negative connotation on sex, I think, as Alex showers my face and my mouth with gentle pecks of his lips. "Alex!" I moan, "Oh God, yes!" My hands grasp his backside, guiding him, gripping him, grinding him, holding on to him for dear life. He stares hungrily into my eyes. He's the only person in the world who I can hold eye contact with for this long, and never feel uncomfortable. There he goes smiling like a lunatic at me. I love it. Probably because I know that I'm smiling like a lunatic back, between our moans and our groans, our "ooh"s and our "ahh"s. We've reached so many heights in our love making, but I don't think we've ever reached an elation this high. So many things have happened today. I found out we're moving back to Fairfield, Alex found out we're having a baby, and we got married. No wonder this is so spectacular. I've just lived out the greatest day of my life, with the most amazing person in my life. I wish to replay this day again and again.

As I think this, Alex picks up the pace even more, faster and faster, spewing out unintelligible sentences and showering "I love you"s all over me. We're heading towards climax and there's no stopping us now. Amazing.

As we finally reach the very tippytop of that climax, explosions of happiness and undeniable elation pulse and throb uncontrollably from the both of us. I'd almost forgotten about the little growl that always seems to escape from the back of his throat at this moment. It's grown to be one of my favorite sounds in the world. After a few more heavy thrusts, he collapses on top of me, and shifts his weight so that I'm on top and he's no longer crushing me, we both sigh with satisfaction.

"I love you, Alex Fuentes." I whisper.

"Not as much as I love you, Brittany Fuentes."

Ugh, that has such a nice ring to it, "Impossible."

"I beg to differ, mamacita." We're both smiling like crazy now.

A quick glance at the clock tells me it's about 1:45 in the morning. And, yet, I've never been so wide awake in my life. Or so I thought, because when I look at the clock again, it's 4:00 in the morning. I must have fallen asleep afterall. Our plane leaves in four and a half hours. Great. I snuggle closer into Alex, and look up to see that he's looking right back down at me.

"Have you been awake this whole time?" I ask, with sleep in my voice. He chuckles at it. He thinks it's sexy.

"Nah. Just for the past twenty minutes. I didn't wanna wake ya," he whispers, "But that's alright because I like watchin' you sleep. It's so peaceful."

I stroke his cheek as he strokes my shoulder. "You were great last night."

Another satisfied sigh, "So were you, Brit."

I smile and prop myself up on his chest with my elbows, "I know it's really soon, and I know I'm less than two months along, but…" he leans in closer to hear my whispers, "When I was in the bathroom getting ready earlier, I did a lot of thinking…"

"About…" he pries.

"About the baby. Whether it was going to be a boy or a girl. What we were going to name him or her. You know, that sort of deal."

"Names…"

"Yeah."

"So, what'd you have in mind?" He asks, snaking his arms around my waist, cuddling me even more, if that's possible.

"Well, I was thinking that if we had a girl, we could name her María Michelle Fuentes, after your mom and my sister."

He beams, "That's nice. I like it. A lot. And if it's a boy?" he whispers.

"If it's a boy…I wanted to name him Paco Alexander Fuentes," I wink, "After Paco, of course, and almost slightly after you, too." And for the first time since that one night, five Halloweens ago, in his cousin's garage, I see tears in his eyes, as he remembers his best friend who died for him. He pulls me down and hugs me tight.

"I—I love it," he seems almost speechless, "Words can't express how deeply in love with you I am at this very moment, Brittany." He shudders, "I'm so drunk off of your love right now, it's not even funny." He grins that grin, again. Ugh, do I even have to say it? (swoon)

"I love you so much, Alex."

"I love you too much, Brit."

We look at each other, really look at each other. There's so much love in this room, it's almost corny. And great. I can't get enough. Here we are laughing again.

"So, uhh, hows about a round two, Brittany Fuentes?" He growls.

"Round two it is, Alex Fuentes." I purr in return.

The next thing I know, we're tangled up in each other, again, swaying together in the mess of sheets. Just the two of us crazy kids. Married. Expecting. Completely and utterly love drunk.

-FIN-

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Hearts, Audrey