Chapter 10

The life and love we create is the life and love we live.- Author Leo Buscaglia

Derek kissed her for a few moments, soft sweet little kisses, then hot, dizzying ones that raised the heat in her like he did that time before, over three months ago. It was so intoxicating and good; her body started to ache and quiver. A low pulse began between her legs, like the beating of a drum with each rush of blood through her body.

He pulled away with a nipping, promising kiss, before he reached for her hand, making her stand up. "Come on, sweetheart," he said, walking with her towards the bedroom. He reached for the edge of her shirt, but she brushed his hands away.

"Derek, wait, " she said, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Before we go any further, I have to tell you something. I should've told you right away, but I was afraid, and things were going so terrible between us."

"P, what?" He was completely confused.

"I'm pregnant, Derek," she said.

The shock of the announcement hit him hard. He sat down next to her, shaking his head. "When did you know?"

She swallowed hard. "Last month, for sure. I was late the first month, spotted a little, then missed it completely. And I felt terrible. I took a test, and…"

He sat quietly, looking at her, still letting things sink in.

"Only JJ knows," she said, feeling awful. "It's why she screened the calls so closely last month. She didn't want me to have any more stress."

"Were you going to tell me?" he said, his voice hoarse and soft.

She nodded. "Yes, when I got the courage."

"I should've been there, princess," he said, pulling her into his arms. "I would always
want to be there for you and our baby."

"I know. I'm so sorry," she said, putting both of her hands on his face. "I'm so very sorry for everything. I wasn't thinking right, I-"

He put his fingertips on her lips, "Shh.. We aren't going that route anymore. Loving me means you don't have to say you're sorry. I don't want that from you; I just want your love."

Her eyes watered, "You have it."

He reached for the hem of her shirt. "May I?"

She nodded. "I'm only thirteen weeks, so there isn't much to see.."

He removed her shirt, slid her bra off, then unzipped her skirt. She stood in front of him, her full breasts, her little panties pushed down just a bit to accommodate her growing belly. It was the most moving thing he ever saw, his Penelope carrying his baby. It was overwhelming. He slid to his knees in front of her, placed his cheek against her belly, and wrapped his arms around her hips.

Tears sprung in her eyes, "Oh, Derek." Her hands gently touched his smooth head, soothing him.

He looked up at her, his eyes warm and tender as he placed a kiss on her lower abdomen. "I love you. I love you both," he said, smiling at her. A few tears escaped, rolling down her cheeks. The emotion she felt was enormous too. This was a dream come true, one she was almost too scared to hope for.

"No crying. I'm supposed to make you happy," he said.

She laughed and wiped her tears with her hands.

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