My term paper's handed in (about the illegal wiretap Bush was doing. I'm a lawyer at heart kind of, hehe) so now I can continue on wit my story.

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It was dark. The street lights filtered in, shedding a bit of glow, casting a sickly yellow color on the living room floor.

Serena's eyes were watered, tiny pants escaping her quivering mouth.

Her face was buried in her hands; hands that couldn't stop shaking.

"And you decided to never tell me?" she asked, sotto voce.

"I didn't want you to get hurt again."

"Oh, give me some credit!"

Darien continued to stay quiet, knowing another word would bring Serena to bursting with anger.

"I mean, did you honestly think I would jump right into his bed, after what he did to me?" she asked frantically.

"No, I just-"

"Thought to save me the pain, right?"

"That was my intention."

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He didn't like the way she was looking at him right now. It scared him. Not like a little boy thinking there's a monster under his bed. Like a man about to lose the one thing important in his life.

"I need time to think," she pressed her fingers to her temples and stalked into her room; he heard the soft click of her lock.

Words were stuck in his throat; he didn't know what to do. The thought of Serena angry at him was so alien to him. Aside from Mina, they were each others best friends. Would she find it in her heart to forgive him?

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The store was moderately busy, with woman mulling over colors, designs, etc.

Serena was one of them.

In her hands were a cloud-print baby blanket and a pink-princess one. By the time Serena was in her 8th month, she finally decided to find out the sex of the baby. Part of the reason was the reaction people got when she didn't give them an answer to their question of her baby.

"It's weird, you know, not knowing what the Hell you're having. Just get it over with," Mina had told her when Serena refused to ask the doctor what she was having.

Mina stomped in the office herself and asked. He denied her that one right to know; she wasn't either of the parents.

After just coming back from her appointment, Serena was giddy at the prospect of having a daughter. She had called Darien minutes before with the news and was about to arrive to help her with the shopping.

She couldn't find the energy waiting for him; the stuff around her lured her in.

With her shopping cart full, she made her way into another section. There was a tap on her shoulder and when she turned, Serena wasn't surprised to see it to be Darien.

"Jesus, didn't you like, just call me an hour ago?" he declared.

"I couldn't help it, I just saw all this stuff and had to have it," she answered meekly, slyly slipping something into the cart.

Darien noticed.

He laughed it off and pried the cart away from her fingers and pushed it alongside Serena, who kept her eyes glued to the shelves.

An hour later, while Darien put the countless bags in the trunk, Serena was eating a burrito.

"Darien! Didn't they have any Grilled Stufted burritos?"

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She felt another urge and made a beeline for her drawer.

Ever since that fight months ago, they decided to stay platonic. Serena vowed to stay celibate, even with her hormones begging for the opposite sex.

So now, whenever she needed it, she reached for her endless collection of romance novels, provided by Mina after she read about the horny hormones pregnant women get.

Leila reached for her hair, twirling it between her two fingers. She slipped out her tongue and rolled it over her dry lips.

Christian watched with anticipation, his arousal growing with every step he took, bringing him closer to her.

"Leila," he whispered huskily in her ear. She jumped with surprise. Her face was blank when she saw who it was.

"I told you, I don't wish to see you anymore," she said with finality, making her way to her gardens. The man never listened.

"So you'll disregard my marriage proposal to you?"

"Yes. I don't want to marry a man interested in my dowry and the power he'll receive from the union," she tried to run away but he grabbed her arm and crushed her against him.

"True, but that is not all I'm interested in," he said, pushing her against the wall of the shed.

Her eyes were filled with fear. He would replace them with lust when he was done with her.

"Christian, don't do this," she pleaded, not caring about her airs.

"Not until you say yes. And you agree to my proposal."

He roughly ripped her bodice, pushing away her thin camisole and slipping her nipple in his mouth.

"Serena! Dinner's ready!" Darien's voice cut into her train of thought, breaking the mood. Shit!

"Hold on, I just need to use the bathroom!" she shouted back to him, putting back her book.

She locked the door, turned on the faucet and glided her shorts away. Without wasting any time, she slipped two fingers inside herself and began to drive them forcefully.

Sitting down on the edge of the tub, she spread her legs to get more access. Serena bit her lip to stifle the moan emitting from her mouth.

Taking her other hand, she fingered her clit until Serena was wild with ecstasy.

"Serena, hurry up it getting cold!" he yelled, his voice close.

"Fuck!" she cursed, speeding up her motions.

In and out, her hand worked magic on her nether region.

"I'm comin'," he didn't know how true that was, as her cum ran down her hand.

"Thank God," exclaimed Serena, placing back her shorts and going to the sink to wash her hands.

Serena saw that her face was flushed in the mirror. Quickly washing her face with cold water and wiping it away, Serena left the bathroom and made her way to the kitchen.

"What took you so long?" he asked her, placing before her a plate as she sat down.

"Just had to use it real bad," she said, smirking when he turned away.

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"Darien, please!" Serena moaned from the kitchen.

Her hands were soapy as she washed the dishes, suds everywhere, including her face.

"Serena, I just came back," groused Darien from the couch, a pillow over his head.

She made a sound, wiping her hands dry on with the tiny towel.

Waddling closer to him, Darien was in perfect view of her 9- month belly when he removed the pillow from his face.

"Please? I'll reward you?" Serena offered, standing in front of the TV, blocking him from his favorite show.

Darien considered her words. It had been months since he had gotten any but with Serena's self-imposed celibacy and needing constant attention, Darien was over the edge with need.

But that was one thing he couldn't ask from of her. It would be too much.

"Well, give me the reward first," he smirked, his eyebrows burrowing devilishly.

"Anything. What do you want?" she answered eagerly, sitting down next to him.

"A kiss."

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Serena chewed on her bottom lip, torn at his request. Should she grant that small demand? It wouldn't necessarily break her celibacy.

"Urgh, fine you horn dog," she pursed her lips and leaned forward.

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Darien followed her lead and leaned in also but he lost control when her lips touched his. He didn't anticipate the tingling he'd feel, the burst of feeling tumbling around in the pit of his stomach.

His tongue licked her lips, asking for entrance.

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The second Serena felt his tongue, all deals were off.

"Darien!" she howled. She laughed as he made a puppy dog face.

He licked her face then helped her stand.

"Now go, please," she pleaded.

She nudged him toward the door, handing him the car keys. From her pocket, she produced a piece of paper.

"And what is this?" Darien asked, taking it from her and unfolding it.

"What I need," she simply said, her eyes innocent-like.

"Jesus, take me now," he shouted to the ceiling when he saw the exactly amount of the things she "needed."

"Ha ha, funny, funny. Great, now go," she practically pushed him out, kissing him on the cheek and closed the door on his dumbfounded face.

"This baby better be worth it," he muttered, getting into his car.

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When summer arrived, so did the baby. Too bad no one saw it coming. Darien went out jogging and Serena resigned herself to cleaning out the fridge.

After she threw away the expired food, she quickly hobbled to the bathroom.

She was already done, but then came a rush of fluid in the toilet. Perhaps she drank a little too much.

Then the pain came. The agonizing pain.

"What the fuck?" she cleaned herself up as best as she could and went to the calendar in her room.

She wasn't due until two weeks. Stupid doctors.

"Oh God! Hurry up Darien!" screamed Serena, slipping to the floor, curling up like a baby.

The phone was within her reach, but the pain, it was too much.

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"Don't worry, Serena. It'll all be over soon," assured Darien as they wheeled Serena into the hospital.

"Oh, it better be," she threatened, her hand gripping his.

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6 hours later

Serena was trying to watch TV. Freaking remote must be broken.

Darien was sitting in the chair next to her bed, trying to stay awake.

"'It'll all be over soon' huh?" she mocked, looking dead straightat him.

Darien squirmed under her stare, scaring the Hell out of him.

"How was I supposed to know first time pregnancies take longer?" he wanted to look at something else, but her glare was too strong to make him gather enough courage to do it.

"If I'm not out this bed by this time tomorrow, I'm going to kill you."

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Dats all 4 now people.

Hope u guys liked dat "little" scene. Nothing wrong with a little self-gratification.

(Ironically, I'm a….virgin.) there, I said it. And though I don't partake in…….self-gratifying, (I'm tooo much of a virgin to actually do it, hehe) I think it's perfectly normal.

Inspiration for da scene: the song by Pink "U+Ur Hand"

hehe