Author Note: Fun fact: Chibs has never told Charlotte he loves her

Charlotte's nails dug into his chest as she moved above him, rocking back and forth until she came quietly with a cute little whimper. He came a little louder, but spent nonetheless. It was God-knows o'clock, the sky a hazy blue grey outside, a slight rain falling. She fell forward, forehead resting against his tattoo there. He wrapped an arm lazily around her middle holding her there as she got her breathing back. All too soon she rolled off him and laid on her back next to him.

"Wow," she breathed. He snuck an arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer, her face burying into his neck, her hair tickling his shoulders and chin. He was too tired to move it out the way. He was completely spent after three rounds with her. The first, on the sofa, had been noisy and fierce each of them digging and pressing fingers into flesh with need. The second had been on the bed, sheets thrown to the floor, a frenzy of positions, limbs mixing with each other. The third had been mainly her, on top. Chibs had showered quickly, before she removed his towel and went down on him, moving a top of him, slowly.

It was day 6 of 7 and they had to leave tomorrow. They finally got it together and they had to leave. Charlotte pouted to herself. She wished Emily showed up earlier on day 1, then she would've had him to herself. They could've had sex all over this cabin every day.

"We didn't use protection," she suddenly realised.

Chibs, almost asleep, snapped his eyes open.

"You stopped taking?" He asked with a small frown.

"I was pregnant already."

Was. Pregnant. Those were two words that shouldn't be in the same sentence without a baby to show for it.

"What if it happens again? What if I get pregnant and loose it?"

"We won't loose another one," he spoke softly in her ear, pressing a kiss to her cheek. "I swear." He rested a hand on her stomach causing her to flinch, and he retreated his hand.

"It's all my fault, I shouldn't of told him." Charlotte shook her head. "He was pushing me, and I told him not to hurt the baby. He was okay at first but then he flipped."

He wiped her tears away form her cheek with the back of his hand, listening to her even though he didn't want to hear it.

"You know he can never hurt you again, right? You know I made sure of that."

"It's still my fault," she sobbed.

"No, no, this is all on me, I didn't protect you and the baby like I said I would."

He wiped away the last of her tears.

"I love you," she smiled.

"I know."

"Can we try again?"

He interlinked his fingers with her then bought her hand up and kissed it.