A/N: Here is the continuation of Eric and Fox, thank you so much for all the support! Check me out on Tumblr - kenzieam !
Fox sighed and absently moved her hand to rub her lower abdomen; she bumped against Eric's nose and giggled as he growled playfully back up at her. Sprawled on the couch, Fox was skimming a large book, trying not to read too much and freak herself out. Her feet were propped up on the coffee table and she gently ran her fingers through Eric's hair as she read. Eric was flopped beside her, his head resting on her lap, stroking tenderly along her lower belly, murmuring quietly to it.
"I don't think he has ears yet." Fox mumbled, turning the page and flipping quickly past, eyes widening at the illustrations.
"He can hear me; not the words, but my tone. He needs to know his daddy's voice." Eric replied, his deep voice soft and warm. "Can't you? You can hear daddy."
Fox tipped the book to the side and gazed down at Eric for a minute, a smile tugging at her lips. They'd been married for two months, and Fox was two months pregnant. Today was their first ultrasound appointment in Erudite, to nail down a due date and make sure everything was going well. It was too early to learn the baby's sex, but from the day Fox had shown Eric the small plastic pregnancy test with the pink plus sign, they'd both been referring to her stomach as 'he'. Also, since that day, Eric had been acting like a total softie behind closed doors.
His new favourite thing to do was lay his head on Fox's lap and talk to their baby. He'd drop to his knees in front of Fox and wrap his arms around her hips, pull her against him just to rest his head against her. Although Fox knew that there were two sides to Eric, the side that he presented to Dauntless and the rest of the city, and the side he showed to her, and only her; it still surprised her to see this new affection from him. She knew he still cried for their first son, whom they'd lost early, too early in fact to know for sure whether or not it had been a boy; but, like this one, they'd just seemed to know right away. Fox had been abducted and hurt badly, miscarrying their child and causing this pain. Eric, trying to be strong for her, hid his tears, but she still heard him late at night, out on the couch; or holding her tight against him at night, when he thought she was asleep. Fox had thought his sorrow was solely for the loss of his son, but he'd broken her heart one night when he'd murmured against her hair before sniffling and burying his head in her neck.
"I'm sorry baby, that I wasn't there; that I couldn't save you from that. I hate myself for not being able to protect you."
Not wanting to embarrass him, Fox had stayed quiet, let her tears run silently down her cheeks to soak her pillow; and, as Eric's breathing has slowed and become regular in sleep, she'd finally drifted off again too.
Eric was gentler with Fox when they made love now, more tender. There was a edge to him, an air of desperation that Fox could feel in his hands and lips, as if he was as afraid of breaking her as he was losing her again, like he was trying to stay away from her completely and failing, hating himself every time he gave in and touched her and buried himself inside her. Fox missed the rough edge he'd had when they'd fucked, the wild abandon that sent her to higher and higher peaks, curled her toes as Eric shuddered and spilled inside her, making those sexy sounds that turned Fox on just as much as his touch. He still wanted to love her that way, Fox could tell by the tension in his hands, but he was hesitant, unsure, treating her like precious glass.
"Eric, I won't break," Fox murmured in his ear last night as he hovered above, thrusting slowly, one hand cupping her face while the other curled into the pillow.
"Baby-" he protested softly.
"Fuck me Eric, I want you to. Please, you don't need to be so gentle. I'm pregnant, not broken."
"I don't want to hurt you."
Fox reached up to stroke his cheek, waiting until he raised his eyes to hers before gently cupping his cheek. He closed his eyes and leaned his head into her hand, a low sound rumbling in his chest.
"Please don't ask me to-" he trailed off.
"Please, Eric. Please love me like you used to. I know you want to...you won't hurt me." Fox murmured, stroking a finger along his cheek. Eric shuddered, his arms tightening around her.
"Fuck me, Eric. Please."
Eric gave in with a guttural groan, his head dropping to hers. His lips crushed against Fox's and his tongue demanded entrance. Fox moaned in anticipation and welcomed his kiss, opening her mouth for him and swallowing his groan.
"Fuck-" Eric groaned, pulling almost completely out before slamming hard into Fox again. She threw her head back and bit back a cry of ecstasy.
"More, baby, please," Fox moaned and Eric growled deep in his chest, his arms tightening as his hips snapped harder and harder against her.
"Fuck baby," Eric ground out, curling his fingers on Fox's hip hard enough to mark. Suddenly, he reared back and pulled Fox forcefully onto her stomach, kneeing her legs apart he thrust roughly into her again, pressing her down into the mattress, his body sprawled over hers. His hand curled into Fox's hair and pulled as he rammed into her, desperate sounds of lust escaping his gritted teeth. Fox arched underneath him and cried out, delicious throbbing coursing through her as Eric fucked her, finally, like he used to, like they used to, driving each other higher and higher until they shattered together. Bracing himself on one hand by Fox's side, Eric continued to thrust violently, the floodgates opened after so long closed. Fuck, he could deny Fox nothing; she wouldn't break, not with him, they fit together perfectly.
Fox exploded, crying out as she came violently, driven absolutely, deliciously mad by Eric rough handling, by his cock slamming deep into her and his grunts in her ear. Eric followed, roaring as his hips thrust one final time before slamming into Fox, holding him against her as he released inside her, groaning raggedly as his body tensed then relaxed. Panting, he rolled off Fox and pulled her to his chest.
"Baby?" He whispered. "Are you okay?"
"Mmmm, fuck yeah," Fox murmured, arching back against his chest, aftershocks tremoring through her limbs and Eric tightened his arms around her, burying his face into her throat and pressing fevered kisses to her throat.
"Fuck baby, I love you so much, I don't tell you enough." Eric mumbled, his lips brushing her skin and causing Fox to shiver.
"You show me you love me too," Fox whispered back. She turned her head and brushed Eric's lips with hers, drawing him in for a kiss that quickly deepened. Fox rolled in Eric's arms to face him, curling tightly against his chest and wrapping her leg around his hip, pulling his lower body closer. Eric felt himself stir again, fuck, he was always ready for her.
Fox reached down and stroked her fingers lightly along his length, grinning as Eric groaned into her throat. He pressed against her, trailing one hand down to cup between her legs. Fox hissed in a breath and tightened her hand, pulling a shuddering groan from Eric's lips.
"Again baby." Fox breathed, throwing her head back as Eric obliged, pushing himself fully into her again, a ragged sigh escaping his mouth as he captured her lips again.
Fox shook her head slightly, pulled back to the present as Eric lightly pinched her hand. Her eyes dropped down to his concerned gaze.
"Babe, you okay?" Eric asked, his forehead furrowed.
Fox smiled and reached back down to touch his cheek. "Yeah, just reliving last night."
A grin of pure masculine pride pulled at Eric's lips and he pressed another kiss to her abdomen. "You liked that, did you?"
"Mmmm-hmm." Fox murmured, biting her bottom lip. "You're welcome to do that any fucking time you get the urge."
Eric glanced away then back, his eyes apologetic. "Fuck, babe, you know I want to, but we have to get going. You've got your appointment."
Fox rolled her eyes good naturedly. "If you'd trust the doctors here in Dauntless and didn't insist on going to Erudite, then we would have time."
Eric was insisting on the best possible medical care for Fox during her second pregnancy, so although the Dauntless infirmary was capable of pregnancy-dating ultrasounds, they were instead traveling to Erudite for every appointment. Eric sat up, pressed a quick kiss to Fox's lips then stood and stretched. Holding out his hand, he helped Fox to her feet and his hand drifted automatically down to her belly, covering it possessively. Although neither one was willing to say it out loud, both were slightly on edge; Fox had miscarried at two months before, and even though she wasn't currently in danger, trapped underground with a madman, the thought that their first son hadn't lasted past eight weeks gnawed at both of them.
"C'mon baby." Eric murmured, reaching for Fox's hand.
"Fox Coulter?" The technician called and Fox stood, Eric at her side, to follow.
The technician led them to a spotless room with a bed, chair and computer terminal and gestured for Fox to lay down. Eric sat in the chair and waited, chewing his bottom lip.
"First time?" The tech asked innocently, and Eric and Fox traded a quick glance.
"Yes." Fox answered, their son hadn't lasted to his first dating ultrasound.
"Okay, well I'm just going to put some gel on your abdomen here and use this probe to look at your baby. We'll see the heart beating and get an idea of your due date based on the size of the fetus. Could you lift your shirt up please?"
Fox lifted her shirt to expose her belly and the tech tucked a cloth into the waistband of her pants, pushing them lower. Eric took Fox's hand as the tech squirted a small amount of gel on her skin and began to move the probe across her belly. A black and grey image appeared on the computer screen.
"With all the technical advances we've made here in Erudite with regards to medicine," the tech said, her Erudite arrogance beginning to show, " we still find this to be the best method. There," she pointed to the screen. "There's your uterus."
Eric frowned. Really? It all looked like different shades of grey and black to him, indistinguishable.
The tech moved the probe, tapping on the keyboard occasionally. "Okay, size of the fetus is consistent with approximately eight weeks growth and...here's the heartbeat."
Eric stared transfixed at the screen, at the fluttering he saw. That's it? Our son's heartbeat? Fox turned her head to look up at him and Eric smiled widely down at her, tears threatening, leaning down to kiss her and press his forehead to hers.
"Whoa, what's that?" The technician suddenly said and Eric snapped back to attention, his nerves tingling. Is something wrong? No please! His eyes met Fox's and he saw real fear there.
"What?" Fox choked out.
The tech glanced over at them then flushed. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." She turned back to the screen and pointed, moving the probe slightly. "There's another heartbeat. See?"
Eric stared at the screen in shock. "What?" He mumbled, swallowing hard. His eyes dropped to Fox but she was staring at the screen, her lips parted.
"You're going to have twins, congratulations." The tech replied, smiling.