This takes place after chapter 70. Enjoy.

We walk back to our tent, not saying anything. I head straight inside as Sam starts a fire. I take in a deep breath but growl when I can't smell it. I climb back out and glare at my husband. "Where is it?"

He says nothing but I don't fail to see the corners of his mouth move. He pokes the fire with a stick to move some of the twigs around. "Where's what baby?"

I feel my fingers clench at my sides. "You know exactly what Samuel."

He pauses and rises to his feet. The fire burning behind him makes him look damn near regal. All power and love and all mine. Sometimes, at moments like this, the love I feel for him surprises me and can bring me to my knees. I feel lightheaded. He has me in his arms before I can even say his name. I feel our love in every breath I take. In every beat of my heart. He manages to help me inside the tent. He lays me out before rummaging through his bag and pulling out a heavily wrapped something.

I actually laugh as he takes the item out of the Ziploc bag. Then out of the Gladware container, followed by aluminum foil and paper towels to finally reveal what I've been craving for since I hear the words chocolate and raspberry a short while ago. I push myself up onto my elbows and let out a deep breath, trying not to laugh. I finally break down and ask, "Seriously?"

He takes out the other items necessary to make me the gooey delight I've been hankering for. "Baby, if you had got a whiff of this, you would have inhaled the bars and then there wouldn't be any S'mores for you tonight."

I bite my tongue from saying anything. I frown knowing damn well he's right. I shuck off the heavy sweater I'm wearing. He eyes the thin, lacy camisole appreciatively before I throw him out of the tent to make my desert. I smile and remove my pants before he comes back in with the S'mores. His eyes widen when he sees my state of undress.

He hands me a piping hot treat. I take a bite, not even bothering to blow on it. It's heaven. Sam says nothing as his eyes rake over my partially clothed body. I stare at him as I nibble on the graham cracker goodness. His eyes meet mine. "Nice panties."

I smile and roll onto my tummy, briefly allowing him to see they are in fact, a thong. I roll back onto my side, the weight of lying on my stomach quite unbearable. His gaze darkens. No tan lines on this she-wolf. I move to lick some chocolate off my lip but he stops me. "Allow me Mrs. Uley."

Won't lie. The sound of my married name makes me wet. Sam licking melted Godiva chocolate off my lip? Even wetter. Sam ripping my very nice La Perla cami down the middle? Well, it's not chocolate that's wafting through the small, confined space now. He uses his teeth to pull the straps of my bra off my shoulders. He smears melted chocolate mixed with marshmallows on my bare shoulders to promptly lick off.

I push him back, "Think a couple of S'mores is going to get you lucky?" The smile falls from my face when my pregnancy hormones make an appearance. I push him away. "Stop. I'm getting fat and..."

Sam just smiles patiently at me. He's been an absolute angel dealing with me and my mood swings. Plus, being a wolf, I think, makes them just so much worse than normal. He shoves me onto my back, my protests dying when I feel a Godiva mess on my breasts. I hunger for him more than I could ever hunger for anything. "Sam..."

He just makes love to my chest; S'mores forgotten. He gingerly nibbles on my very sensitive nipples. He blows on them before bringing his lips to mine. His lips rub against mine before he starts to sing softly. Not many people know what a beautiful voice he has. I bite my lip when I recognize the song.

Oh, her eyes, her eyes, make the stars look like they're not shining
Her hair, her hair, falls perfectly without her trying
She's so beautiful, and I tell her every day

Yeah, I know, I know, when I compliment her she won't believe me
And it's so, it's so, sad to think that she don't see what I see
But every time she asks me do I look ok

I say

He brushes the hair from my face so it fans out around us. I'm on my back as he twirls some between his fingers while laying on his side. His eyes are so full of love, I lose my breath once more.

When I see your face

There's not a thing that I would change
Because you're amazing

Just the way you are

And when you smile

The whole world stops and stares for a while
Because girl you're amazing

Just the way you are

I snort at him, "Because everyone's used to me snarling at them. It's just shock. Should wear off soon enough." My comments don't even faze him.

Her lips, her lips, I could kiss them all day if she let me
Her laugh, her laugh, she hates but I think it's so sexy
She's so beautiful

And I tell her every day

He does tell me every day, at least three times a day. And, well, yeah, I've always had nice lips.

Oh, you know, you know, you know, I'd never ask you to change
If perfect's what you're searching for then just stay the same
So, don't even bother asking if you look ok
You know I'll say

In his eyes, I truly am perfect as is. Just like he is for me. His singing gets a little louder and by now, he's sitting up. I sit up, criss-cross applesauce, facing him. Our fingers find each other on their own.

When I see your face

There's not a thing that I would change
Because you're amazing

Just the way you are

And when you smile

The whole world stops and stares for a while
Because girl you're amazing

Just the way you are

The way you are, the way you are
Girl you're amazing

Just the way you are

When I see your face

There's not a thing that I would change
Because you're amazing

Just the way you are

And when you smile

The whole world stops and stares for a while
Because girl you're amazing

Just the way you are, yeah

He finishes the song, having locked eyes with me the entire time. I sigh and lean forward to wrap my arms around his neck. S'mores forgotten as I kiss my hot husband. The kiss gets more and more fevered as his clothing comes off. I climb onto his lap, settling myself on his thick waiting cock. We both sigh as we fulfill one another. His hands are everywhere his lips can't be. Our passion mounts and mounts, pushing us both to finish when I feel something. I stop moving on him.

He stops kissing my neck to look at me. Sweat lightly covers his face. He searches my face for clues. "Babe? Lee-lee, you okay? Is it hurting this way?"

I shake my head, tears blurring my vision. I take his hand and put it on my not so flat tummy. He just looks at me, eyes widening when he feels it. His face is priceless when he asks, "Holy...is that?"

I just laugh through my tears. Our baby moves letting us know we got this. We got this.