Author's Note: This story is rated M for a very detailed love scene between a married couple and for a second trimester miscarriage which may cause a PTSD trigger in some. If either one of these bother you, please stop here.

Lucy woke up to her stomach churning for the fourth time that week. She got up and looked at the clock, 6:11am. As much as she hated his work schedule, this week she was thankful that she'd been able to go back and forth to the bathroom without her very over protective husband being the wiser. He'd gotten home at 2, but they hadn't fallen asleep until sometime much later, she smiled at that thought. That meant Ricky would be asleep for hours yet. Lucy arrived at the toilet with just enough time to empty her stomach of the arroz con pollo they'd had the night before. After pausing for a moment, Lucy brushed her teeth and rejoined her husband in bed. "Just a few more hours," she thought to herself. Then she'd finally have some answers, although she already suspected the cause of the stomach issues that seemed to come like clockwork.

At 10:00am, Lucy was sitting on the sofa reading a book when her husband walked in, showered, but still wearing his robe as was his routine for breakfast since they'd been married. "Mornin', gorgeous," Ricky whispered in her ear as he hugged her from behind.

Feeling her husband's embrace, Lucy quickly got up to kiss him properly. "Are you hungry?" she asked.

"Yep. I worked up quite an appetite last night," he said seriously.

Lucy looked concerned, "You work too hard, honey, you need to take some time off."

Ricky's eyes twinkled as he playfully retorted, "I didn't mean at the club, baby."

Lucy gasped and blushed simultaneously as he swatted his shoulder, "Enrique Ricardo, you cad!"

"Yeah, well you like it," was his only response as husband and wife walked into the kitchen with their arms around the other's waist.

"I was hungry when I got up, so I've already eaten, but I'll make you anything you want and I'll sit with you while you eat," Lucy hated to lie to her husband for what felt like the tenth time that week concerning her eating habits, but her stomach couldn't take anything so early. Thankfully, by the time Ethel would be up, her stomach would be settled so she could eat something with her. She was never so thankful for Ethel's appetite as she had been this week.

"You work up an appetite, too?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Hush now! Am I going to have to stuff your face with food to keep you from being cheeky?"

"You could... or you could kiss me."

Lucy looked at her husband seriously. "Isn't that what set us up for this conversation in the first place?" When she saw the hint of a pout on Ricky's face, her serious expression broke slowly into a smile and she leaned over to give him the kiss he had asked for, teasing his tongue gently with hers, but knowing that if she didn't release him soon, she would give him a hunger for more than breakfast.

Smiling from the taste of her kiss, Ricky started to wonder how it was that he ever got out of this apartment. "Ok seriously, bacon and eggs sounds good. I'm not in the mood for orange juice this mornin'. Jus' coffee is fine."

"Coming right up," Lucy kissed the top of Ricky's head before getting to work as he sat and read his paper.

"So what are you gunna do today, baby?"

Lucy paused. Darn it, another lie. "I'm not sure. I'm sure Ethel will be over at some point. I haven't decided if I feel like staying home or going into town to do some shopping."

"Well, I'll be home later. You were right earlier, all the boys are workin' hard. I think I'll give us a little extra time off this afternoon. The show's comin' along great."

"Good. I like it when you come home early." She kissed him again before handing him his food.

Ricky looked up at her as she put the plate in front of him and he raised an eyebrow. "I know, I should do it more often."

Lucy laughed. "Well, maybe if you did, you would be able to sleep at night!"

Ricky smiled as he started to eat. "Either that, or I wudn't sleep OR work…"

She sat next to him, smirking. "Oh, you're so innocent!"

He glanced over at her between bites. "Well, if you weren't so beautiful…

Lucy giggled and touched his cheek. "It's alright, I can't resist you, either…"

Before long it was time to head down to the club. "I'll be home later. I love you," Ricky wrapped his arms tightly around his wife's waist holding her tight to himself before leaning in to kiss her. Memories of the night before flooded her mind and she opened her mouth slightly so her tongue could dance with his briefly before he reluctantly pulled away.

"I'll see ya later," Ricky kissed her forehead and walked out the door.

Lucy smiled and walked back into the kitchen just in time to see Ethel knocking on the door before walking in. "Hi, Ethel! Hungry?"

"You need to ask? What did you make?"

Lucy laughed, "Bacon and eggs alright?"

"Perfect," Ethel eyed the food as the two friends sat down to eat.

"So what are your plans for the day, Ethel?"

"I'm not sure, I would like to go shopping, but Fred won't give me any money. It's funny. Most husbands like to see their wives in new dresses."

Lucy laughed, "Well, I'm not doing any shopping, but I was wondering if you wanted to go downtown with me anyway."

Ethel eyed her friend suspiciously. "Planning on bugging Ricky down at the club?"

Lucy rolled her eyes, "No, nothing like that. I have an appointment." She paused and looked down at her plate. "...a doctor's appointment."

Ethel's first reaction was to worry, "Lucy! Is something wrong? Does Ricky know?"

Lucy looked up. "No, nothing's wrong, or at least I don't think there is. But no, I didn't tell Ricky."

"Lucy, it's not like you to keep something like this from Ricky..."

"Ethel," Lucy cut in. "I think I... I think I might be pregnant again."

"Oh Lucy!" Ethel didn't know what to think. She knew her friends wanted children, but she also knew the pain the loss of their first pregnancy caused 2 years ago. "Are you happy about the possibility?"

Lucy paused, laying her hand on her stomach and trying to put words to how she felt, but that was pretty hard since she was unsure herself. "Oh, Ethel. Ricky and I want children so much, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't worried. I know the answer I want, but I don't think I'm prepared to get either answer alone. Please say you'll go with me."

Ethel was surprised that Lucy felt the need to even ask, "Of course I'll go with you! Shopping can wait." She looked at Lucy, "Or maybe this will give us all the more reason to shop." The friends laughed before finishing the dishes and parting ways to change their dresses.

Before leaving, Lucy picked up a pad of paper to write Ricky a note.

My Latin Loverboy,

In case you get home before I do, I just wanted to let you know that I went into town with Ethel. I'll be home soon. I love you.

All my love,
Lucy

Once they got to the doctor's office, Ethel watched Lucy. While she'd always regretted not having children, she wasn't jealous of Lucy at the moment. She was pale, clenching and unclenching her fists, and pacing. She was surprised that no one had reprimanded her for fear that her heels would wear the carpet in the waiting room thin.

"Mrs. Ricardo?"

Lucy turned her head at the sound of the nurse calling her name then turned back to Ethel, "Well, here goes nothing," and walked back toward the patient rooms.

Lucy was fixing her dress for the umpteenth time when Dr. Harris walked in. "Good afternoon, Mrs. Ricardo. What can I do for you today?"

"Well," Lucy anxiously replied, "I've been feeling ill for the past week so I'd like to get to the bottom of it and find out what's causing it."

Dr. Harris didn't graduate from medical school yesterday and had seen that look on women many times, "I see. Well let's see what we can do about that. Do you recall eating something that could have been bad? Have you been around someone who you know was sick recently?"

"Oh, no." Lucy quickly dismissed the doctor's suggestions. "I've been quite fatigued and have been getting sick in the morning like clockwork. I'm beginning to think I'm going to start crowing it's happening so regularly in the morning," Lucy laughed before taking a deep breath, "I think I might be pregnant again actually."

Dr. Harris worked hard to maintain his professional demeanor and suppressed a smile. "Well, every pregnancy is different even in the same woman, but these do seem to be much like your symptoms when you came to me two years ago with that suspicion. Let's take some blood and find out."

The blood taken, Lucy waited again. Her hand went to her stomach as it had when she was eating with Ethel as she began to anticipate how she'd feel based on either outcome of the test. Her thoughts where interrupted when Dr. Harris returned carrying a piece of folded paper.

"Your results, Mrs. Ricardo." Lucy drew in her breath as she read one word. The only word that mattered at that moment: "Pregnant".

She looked up at the doctor still slightly shocked at the news in spite of her suspicions, "Thank you, Dr. Harris."

"It's my pleasure, Mrs. Ricardo," he returned. "Congratulations. You seem to be about 8 weeks again. You're really in tune to your body and that will make your pregnancy easier."

Lucy suddenly grew concerned. "Doctor..."

Dr. Harris looked at Lucy and took her hand. "Now Mrs. Ricardo, I know what you must be thinking, but your earlier miscarriage is no premonition of things to come as I told you two years ago. Actually, the fact that it took 2 years for you to become pregnant again is a good thing. Your body wasn't rushed to heal. I'll follow you regularly and if you stop smoking, get plenty of sleep, eat well, and don't over work yourself, I have no reason to be concerned for the wellbeing of your child. And I know that as a man, I have no idea what it's like, but as a doctor I am telling you to try to stop worrying. The stress isn't good for you or the baby."

Lucy smiled, her fears slightly reduced. She'd try her best not to worry, not because she wasn't worried, but because she had to for the sake of her baby.

In the waiting room, Ethel stood as she saw Lucy return and tried to read her face. She knew that, no matter what the results, the waiting room was not an appropriate place to discuss such things, but she was dying to know. Finally outside she turned to Lucy. "Well?"

Lucy instantly broke out into a smile, "I was right, Ethel! I'm pregnant!"

Ethel quickly hugged her. "Oh, Lucy! I'm so happy for you! Do you want to go shopping?"

Lucy laughed. "No. Ricky said he was coming home early so I want to be there when he gets home."

"Ricky! Are you home?" Lucy walked into the apartment to find it empty so she grabbed the note she'd written, tossed it in the trash, and put her feet up to read as she waited for her husband's return.

Minutes later, Ricky walked in the door and Lucy stood to meet him.

"You're in a good mood," Ricky observed. "Did you buy an expensive dress I'm going to have you return while you were out with Ethel today?" He eyed her suspiciously.

"No... Ethel and I did go into town, but we didn't go shopping," Lucy wondered how much longer she could keep the conversation going before the temptation to just blurt out her news over took her.

"Then what did you do?" he asked.

"Well... I've been feeling a little off lately, so Ethel went with me to the doctor."

At the word "doctor", Ricky's shoeblack eyes bugged out and his dark eyebrows shot up. "Lucy! What's wrong? Why didn't you call me?" Ricky panicked.

Lucy wrapped her arms around her husband to calm him. "Dear, calm down. I'm fine. In fact...," she paused, eager yet slightly nervous about telling her husband her news. "I'm more than fine..."

Ricky looked at her puzzled. "What do you mean?"

"Ricky, baby…" She leaned in to whisper into his ear. "I'm having your baby..."

Lucy pulled back just in time to see her husband's jaw drop. "Lucy... you mean you... we're... you're pregnant?!"

"I am!" She smiled widely.

"Oh, Lucy!" Ricky instantly pulled her back close to him in a tight embrace leaning down to whisper into her ear. "Mi amor, estoy muy feliz y emocionado I can't even believe it! Estas es la major noticia…lo sabia, sabia que iba a suceder de nuevo…I tol' you it would."

Once his ramblings stopped, Lucy looked up at Ricky again. "So you're happy?"

Ricky was shocked that she could ask such a question. "Of course I'm happy! Aren't you?"

"Of course I am," Lucy assured him. "But last time..."

Ricky suddenly kicked himself for not realizing that his wife might be worried. "Oh Lucy... the doctor said we could try again. Everything will be fine... Dun't count your hens before they're laid."

Lucy suppressed a laugh. Normally, she'd be quick to correct the idiom, but today she was thankful for her husband and the joy he brought into her life, even if it was unintentional. "I hope you're right," she replied.

"I love you so much, Lucy. You need to stay calm and dun't worry. It's better for you and the baby." Ricky ran his finger around a red curl.

Lucy nodded. "Yes, the doctor said the same thing. But it's hard…"

Ricky's eyes bore into Lucy's as he leaned down to kiss her. "Honey, let's just take one day at a time." When their lips touched, Lucy temporarily forgot her concerns. All that mattered was that she was in Ricky's arms, kissing him, and pregnant with his child. Lucy wrapped her arms around her husband's neck to deepen the kiss.

Suddenly, Ricky moved his arms to sweep Lucy into his arms. "Ricky!" Lucy squealed happily. "I need to start dinner."

"Not now... we can have leftovers later..."

"So what do you think we should do with the time I'd use cooking?" she asked impishly.

"Let me show you..." Ricky whispered seductively into her ear, cradling her in his arms and carrying her away to their bedroom.

Ricky laid her down gently and knelt over her body on the bed, one knee on either side of her waist, and looked down at her. He thought to himself that she'd never looked more beautiful and he was determined to show her how he felt. Their eyes locked as he began unbutton the front of Lucy's dress and he smiled as he saw her chest rise and fall as her breathing increased in speed. He removed the dress from his wife's body and admired her creamy white skin now only hidden by a beige bra and panties.

Ricky leaned down and touched Lucy gently before kissing his way to her ear and nibbled gently. "Te quiero tanto y eres tan hermosa. No podria estar mas feliz de lo que soy ahora." As he spoke, he gathered Lucy to his chest so he could reach around and unclasp her bra. Once that was done, he moved the straps down her arms exposing her firm breasts that were just as enticing to him bare as they were covered by a modest dress, and he couldn't help picturing them as they would grow fuller as her pregnancy went on, or how beautiful she'd look feeding their little boy or girl.

Ricky moved his kisses down Lucy's slender neck and he sighed as he inhaled her perfume. As he paid homage to Lucy's neck, Ricky's hands moved down to cup her breasts and he began to massage them gently, his thumbs running over her stiffened nipples. "Te quiero, te quiero este cuerpo que lleva a mi bebe. Yo nunca a te dejare ir." Lucy let out a sigh of pleasure and arched her back up as her husband's hands roamed her body.

Ricky's kisses slowly moved downward and as his mouth reached her left breast, his hand moved down to Lucy's waist. Lucy gasped as she felt Ricky's tongue on her skin. Ricky was so in tune to his wife, he knew exactly what pleased her. Ricky soon switched to give her right breast the attention it deserved while massaging her left.

When Ricky decided her breasts had enough attention, he moved his kisses down her body to her stomach. Lucy let out as small gasp and her eyes began to pool with tears as she heard her husband talk to their baby. "Te quiero a pesar de que nunca he conocido. No puedo esperar a verte y abrazarte."

Before long, his kisses continued south and Lucy could feel his hot breath on her already wet center through the thin fabric covering it. Ricky quickly slid her panties off and began placing kisses on her inner thighs before reaching her center. Lucy let out a loud gasp as she felt his tongue slide into her. Pleased at her reaction, Ricky began to pleasure his wife with his tongue, her moans better music to his ears than any rumba. Soon, Lucy was raising her hips to meet his mouth and she began to shake. Ricky lovingly stroked Lucy's outer thighs as he brought her to completion.

When she stopped, Ricky looked up to see his wife still breathing heavily, her creamy skin flushed, and her red hair splayed over the pillow. He moved up to lie next to his wife and kissed her softly. Soon, however, the kiss turned more passionate as Lucy rolled on her side to begin to undress Ricky. In no time, Ricky's clothes were off and his body was once again looming above hers. Lucy looked up into her husband's eyes, which were now inky black with passion, and breathlessly whispered, "Love me, Ricky..."

Ricky smiled down at her softly, his lips a breath apart from hers, and whispered, "Forever," before claiming them in a slow, passionate kiss as his hard shaft slipped into her. Lucy sighed as she felt her husband fill her body and she moved her legs up to bring him deeper inside her. Once deepest contact was made, they began a slow rhythm, each inch they moved bringing them both maximum pleasure. Soon, the moans of both were lost in a passionate kiss as they began to climax together. With one last thrust, Ricky came inside Lucy as she collapsed back on the bed. As their breathing slowed, Ricky held Lucy close, rubbing her bare back. "Eres todo para mi. Tu y el bebe. Te prometo que siempre estare a tu lado."