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Nine months pregnant – and still working, much to the disgruntlement of her Nonna – Carla Gandolfi was as graceful as ever as she waddled into the station bullpen carrying a tray of doughnuts. She grinned when one of her husband's workmates flew up from his seat with a gleeful declaration. "It's the missus!"

Luke was grinning too as he capped his whiteboard marker and watched in amusement as his team were reduced to schoolboys as all offered his woman a seat whilst at the same time salivating for the goodies she had brought.

Carla extricated herself and laughingly left them to their treats as she approached where her husband was standing leaning against the whiteboard, arms crossed over his chest. She tugged him down to her height and pressed his lips to hers. Running her thumb over his to remove any trace of lipstick, she took this brief moment to rest the bulk of her weight against him.

Luke's magic hands massaged her lower back as he spoke softly. "You done for the day?"

She knew that as code for "Are you ready to put this private detecting business on hold for a bit, seeing as you're very much expecting?" and pushed away from him with determination. "Doug!" she called sweetly to the man holding a doughnut in each hand, another in his mouth. "Any chance you've got that robbery information for me?"

Luke opened his mouth and she shot him a glance to forbid any objection as Doug swallowed his doughnut and hurried to oblige. The lead detective sighed and turned back to his board as his wife received a copy of the report and left the room.

Carla was back in her office, resting the paperwork on her distended belly as she slurped her juice when her client nervously stepped through the door. Almost overbalancing, Carla righted herself and stood. "Ms Proctor?" she began, holding her hand out to be shaken. "We spoke on the phone?"

"You're the private detective?" the middle aged woman replied dubiously. "Are you sure you should still be working in your, ah, delicate state?"

"What?" asked Carla absentmindedly, her eyes already back on the information before her. Raising her eyes to the client, she realised her point. "No, it's fine."

"When are you due?" asked Ms Proctor as she gingerly took a seat.

"Tomorrow actually," said the private detective merrily. "Now, if we could..."

"Goodness me!" exclaimed the distressed woman. "We should get this sorted out soon then!"

"We will," promised Carla as she attempted to lean forward. "This will all be sorted out long before this baby arrives tomorrow."

Baby Gandolfi did not come tomorrow. It didn't come the day after that either, and at two days past her due date, Carla was getting fed up. At the point where movement was frankly a hassle, she'd finally given up and confined herself to the house.

Talking on the phone with Lisa, she begged for ideas on how to speed up baby's arrival. "If this baby doesn't come out soon, I swear to God, I'm going to rip them out myself."

Lisa struggled to contain her laughter at her best friend's dramatics. "I've heard eating chilli helps speed it up, though that didn't real help Paul's sister. All she got was a really bad case of diarrhoea."

"Ew Lis!" retorted Carla with a groan, half groaning at the crude description and half groaning at the kick her unborn child placed on her internal organs.

"Sorry!" the lawyer laughed without the slightest bit of sincerity. "You could run around the block?"

Carla snorted in reply as she pressed her back. "I can barely walk from one room to the other, let alone tie my running shoes and do a bloody marathon."

"There's always sex," suggested Lisa frankly.

Carla laughed it off. "Yeah right!"

"No seriously," protested Lisa. "It's something about the semen having properties that break down the..."

"Alright, alright. I get it!"

The conversation continued for another ten minutes before they hung up. In those ten minutes, the idea of having sex had gone from being a ridiculous concept to something that most certainly wouldn't hurt to try, and if it did speed up the process, all the better for her.

Heading for the lounge she found Luke seated on the couch, legs up on the table as he watched the rugby. There was a determined glint in her eye and Luke placed his beer off to the side when his purposeful wife blocked his view.

He certainly wasn't complaining when she sat on his lap, shifting as close as possible, and eyed him with intention, but he wasn't prepared for when she grabbed his shirt and ordered desperately "Have sex with me".

"What?" the police officer asked confused, his hands stopping their intended journey to where their unborn child resided.

"Service me and get this baby arrival process speeding up," repeated the pregnant woman.

"Do you really think we should in your advanced state?" requested Luke dubiously as his hands clasped her sides and attempted to hold her back.

"I don't care what we should or shouldn't be doing," she shot back heatedly. "I want this baby out of me, and you're going to help."

Well, what could he say to that? "Yes ma'am."

She wasn't looking for a love making session as her hands reached for the zipper of his jeans. She just wanted a good hard fuck.

Her short dress was swiftly flung from her body, her leggings tugged off not long after. He was thoroughly aroused at the sight of her naked body and it wasn't hard for him to acquiesce. Him swiftly erect, she slid down onto him in one smooth motion as she groaned.

She moaned as she rode him and tried to get her man to speed up. He bucked his body up against hers when she ran her fingers over her body and reached for her bundle of nerves, sending her closer to the edge.

Unsatisfied, she pushed him from her and stood up. Ready to burst himself, he obediently rose when she pulled at his arm. She braced herself on the back of the couch, her swollen belly resting on a strategically placed cushion as she rocked back at him, her intent clear.

She moaned as he mounted her. Interlacing one hand with hers he set a brisk pace. She rocked backwards and forwards as she climbed her peak and he ran his hand up and down her thigh. When she threw her head back and keened as her release washed over her, he wasn't far behind, shooting into her with a strained groan, pressing against her back.

"I feel so used!" he kidded between breaths as he collapsed back on the couch shortly after.

Carla too struggled to regain her breath as she sat her exhausted body down next to him, quickly shifting her body to an angle when her belly limited her ability to breathe. "You'll get over it."

Luke shifted so he could see his wife's face. He palmed her cheek and pressed a soft kiss to her lips before his thumb brushed away her tears of frustration. "I wish the baby would hurry up and come," she sniffled.

"It'll come," he soothed, reaching for a blanket to drape over them both.

Neither were to know, but baby Gandolfi wouldn't come for another two days yet.

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