Hi everyone! First, I bet you've noticed that the fic's title has changed. That's because the new title is more fitting than the past one. Anyhow, I have 5 more chapters written after this one, then I'll have to start writing them, and you'll have to start waiting longer periods of time. Not a few days anymore, but possibly weeks. I don't know when I'll be updating again because I'll be insanely busy for the next week. In the meantime, you should go read 'Thunder Road' by TeddisonEddison because it is fantastic! Or you could read 'After The Bombs' if you haven't already. For those of you who have, I'll be updating no sooner, or later for that matter, than Tuesday. The chapter is longer than this chapter is. Anyway, I'm going to shut up now haha. Enoy, and don't forget to leave a review!

She couldn't stop fidgeting. It was half past one and her appointment with Ramirez wasn't until two and the anxiety was already setting in. Today they would be finding out the sex of their child. She was beyond excited yet a part of her as scared. She would be having several blood tests done in order to be sure that everything with not only the fetus but herself was alright. She was also being subjected to a glucose screening to check for gestational diabetes, which meant she couldn't eat anything or drink any liquid containing sugar after nine in the morning. The only thing she had been drinking was water and she was dying to get over with this appointment in order to nourish her system.

She set aside the final case files she had been reviewing and had decided to do some online browsing. If they were having a boy, they would most likely have to buy a new crib and clothes considering all the baby items she had were for girls seeing as she had planned to adopt a girl. If it were a girl the only thing that would need to be done would be to rebuild the crib. She had taken it apart a day after the adoption had fallen through because it had been a painful reminder of what could have been. The possibility that she might need to rebuild it filled her with joy. Even if it turned out they were having a little boy, she could still save the little girl items for the future. This pregnancy had been unexpected, who knew if there would be another unexpected pregnancy along the road? If there was and if by chance it be a girl then they would be prepared.

She browsed through the online catalog of various stores, smiling at some items as she bookmarked them for future reference. There was a vast selection of strollers, car seats, and toys that kept her busy for the remaining time. At one fifty – five the door to her office opened and she was glad to find that House had shown up to be there for this moment.

"You look tense. Want to have a quickie before we go up there?"

"As much as I love having sex with you House, I have to decline your offer. If we got up there after a quickie, my heart rate would be suspiciously high."

"Damn. At least I tried."

"If at first you don't succeed, try, try again... Later."

They took the elevator to the third floor, the elevator ride awkwardly quiet, making her anxiety even worse. When they reached the third floor they immediately stepped out of the elevator. She walked up to the nurses station at the end of gynecology wing. The nurses saw her and smiled.

"Dr. Ramirez is running a bit late, but you're in exam room thirteen." Said Minerva, one of the only elderly nurses still working at the hospital.

Cuddy nodded her thanks before having House follow her in to exam room thirteen. She sat up on the exam chair, House dropping down into a chair directly beside her. They looked at each other and his gaze gave her a feeling of comfort. The tension in her seemed to reside for a moment. She reached out and took his hand, holding it in her lap.

They waited another few minutes before Ramirez entered the room. She was a few years younger than Cuddy, with olive skin and black hair. She had been the head of the gynecology department for a little over six years and was one of the best doctors at the hospital.

"Sorry to keep you waiting Dr. Cuddy. The surgery I was attending ran a little longer than expected due to some complications with the mother, but everything is running smoothly now."

"It's no problem at all. Making sure things are under control in the OR is something more important than this. We don't need a liability on our hands." She teased.

"Exactly! God knows what a liability would do to the hospital's reputation and mine?" Ramirez said as she let out an amused chuckle. "Now if you don't mind, I need you to roll up your sleeve for me so I can take a vial or two of blood

samples to test."

Cuddy rolled up her right sleeve, the anxious feeling returning. She hated getting blood tests done. The waiting process afterwards had always left her feeling worried and paranoid. She took a deep breath as she felt the needle

pierce her skin. She avoided looking at the glass vial that was quickly filling with her blood and instead looked at House. He was watching her intently, his gaze almost intense as though he was looking right through her. Could he see how scared she was at this moment? He continued to stare at her before sticking his tongue out at her, causing her to laugh softly.

"It's like dating a ten year old." She said teasingly.

She had been so absorbed in keeping herself distracted that she hadn't even noticed when a second vial of her blood had been taken. The needle was removed and she held a piece of cotton onto it to help the bleeding stop.

"Alrighty then, I need you to pull up your blouse so we can get this show on the

road!"

Cuddy unbuttoned her suit jacket and tossed it into House's lap before pulling her shirt up just below her breasts. She flinched when the gel made contact to her skin, a feeling she would never get used to no matter the amount of times it

would be done.

Her heart was practically pounding as the wand was moved along the curve of her growing belly. The sound of the heart beating emitted from the machine and she looked at House. He was staring at the monitor, his expression impassive.

She wondered if he was as excited as she was feeling. This was their first ultrasound as a couple. She was glad to have him with her at this moment. She turned to face the monitor noting how much bigger their child had gotten in the last month.

"Heartbeat is strong, the baby's growing perfectly on schedule. Before we find out the sex, do you have any questions?"

"I do but can they wait until the end? I don't want to wait any longer than I should to know."

"Understandable. I just thought I should torture you a bit by making you wait. Are you ready?"

Cuddy nodded and she felt the wand move towards the bottom of her stomach. Ramirez clicked the image on the monitor a few times zooming in on it.

"You better hurry up and tell her before she has a conniption for making her wait." House said from beside her. She smacked his arm and turned back to Ramirez.

"Well..."

"Well... It's a boy."

She smiled, words were not enough to describe the feeling of complete and utter joy she was feeling. She looked over at House who was shaking his head as he smiled one of his rare crooked smiles.

"We're having a boy." She said excitedly. She took the paper towels Ramirez handed her and wiped the gel off of her abdomen, still smiling widely.

"Same time and date next month?" Ramirez asked she scribbled a few things into Cuddy's file.

"That'll be good."

She stood, taking her jacket from House and putting it back on. They walked out of the exam room and when they entered the elevator she practically jumped him. She kissed every inch of his face possible, letting the excitement drain out of her.

"We're having a boy House, a boy." She wished she could stop gushing over how excited she was but she simply couldnt.

"Hm, if exciting things like this make you want to kiss me so many times, let's hope that more things like this keep happening." He said as he pulled her up against him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and they kissed. It was a soft and passionate kiss, perfect for the moment they were in.

The elevator dinged and the doors open.

"Are you going to be home late tonight or …?" She asked knowing that there was a chance that he would have to stay later due to his current case.

"Probably not. If anything I'll let you know."

"Well let's hope not, because I was hoping we could..." She winked, knowing she didn't need to finish her sentence.

House pulled up into Cuddy's driveway at half past eight. He limped towards the front door, pulling his key out of his back pocket and unlocking the door. He had spent so much time at her place that she had given him a key so she wouldn't have to constantly let him in or lock the door behind him when he left. He entered the house, surprised when she wasn't in the living room doing whatever work she had usually brought home with her. He searched the house for her before finding her in the bedroom. The only sound in the room was the buzz of the television. He smirked as he caught sight of her knocked out cold. It wasn't even nine o'clock and she was asleep. So much for having celebratory sex.

He hopped into the shower and when he was done he climbed into bed with her. She pressed herself against him and he smirked. Even in her sleep she knew when he was beside her. He wrapped his arms around her his hands caressing her small belly. It was something he had very recently begun to do. He would do it while she was asleep so that she wouldn't tease him about it. He had a feeling that she was onto him, but if she was she wasn't letting him know. He wasn't obvious about it either, his caresses were slow, nothing that would wake her up. He would simply run his fingers across her stomach, stopping every now and then when he felt movement beneath his fingers.

A month ago he would have never thought that he would once again be sleeping beside her at night. He had never thought that he would so soon be touching her again, loving her again. Now here he was in her bed, sleeping with her at his side once more. Feeling the rise and fall of her chest as she slept pressed against him. Feeling the movement inside of her as she slept, a movement that had been a product of their love for one another.

He was willing to admit that he had not been enthusiastic about this pregnancy when he was first informed. He had been hellbent against it. He hadn't wanted a child. He didn't want the stress of having to provide for another life. He didn't want to raise a child because of his own screwed up childhood. The man who had raised him was screwed up. He in turn had ended up being just as if not more screwed up, he didn't want to influence this child with his presence.

Now he was just content with the idea of having a family. He would have never known he would want to have children until he was confronted with this situation. At first his fear had made him step away, it had made him run from his problems as he had always done before. When realization hit him of what he had lost, he regretted it. He shouldn't have left her. He shouldnt have turned his back on her. He knew that what he had done had caused her to lose faith in him and he knew that it would take sometime to regain that faith. He knew that she had felt betrayed by his actions and he was truly sorry. It had taken the health scare she had had the month before to finally give him the courage to confront the situation head on. He had been so surprised when she had kissed him and then told him to go back to her place with her. The conversation that had later ensued made it clear that the reestablishment of their relationship was something they had both been willing to try.

So they gave it another shot, and here they were a month later practically living together as they had been before. They rarely spent the nights apart. They needed to feel the other beside them at night. Yet there was still an odd feeling of unease in his chest. There were moments when she would be a little secretive when it came to how she was feeling, her responses often short and stand offish. It was as though she didn't want to talk to him about how she was doing because she believed she couldn't trust him. Almost as if he wouldn't care what she had to say or keep it in mind. It was silly of her, he wouldn't ask if he didn't care and seeing that as much as he cared about her, he would surely keep whatever she said in mind should it ever be needed again. Sooner or later her knew he would have to confront her and tell her how he felt about this. It would be a change for him to open up because he was always so guarded when it came to his feelings, but after so little time he knew that he didn't want to lose her. She had become such an important part of his life in the last five months that he needed her. The two months they had spent apart where months he would never want to relieve. The pain in his leg had become excruciating and all he could think about was her. All he could think about was the guilt he felt deep inside of himself for abandoning her. He had felt guilty, something he had never remembered feeling in living memory. Yet because of her he was feeling life as he should feel it again.

He had always believed that people didn't change, yet here he was eating his own words as he was slowly becoming a better person to her. He was different around her than he was around other people. He knew that he was. He showed her the passionate side of him that didn't care only about himself. He showed her that he was capable of caring for her as well. He was a different person for her.

He felt her hands cover his and her thumbs caress the back of his hand.

"You're home." She mumbled groggily as she turned on her side to face him.

He glanced at the clock. He had spent almost two hours lost in his thoughts.

"Yeah I've been home for a bit now. Go back to sleep."

"No, we were supposed to-"

"Go back to sleep, you need your rest we can do that tomorrow, or any day for that matter."

He looked at her as she repositioned herself against him, her face almost buried against his chest. He felt her take his right hand in hers and their fingers intertwined.

"I love you." She mumbled.

It was the first time she had said it since they had reconciled. Could this mean that she was beginning to trust him again? That she was beginning to restore her faith in him?

He kissed the top of her head before murmuring the same three words back.

"I said no the procedure and you did it anyway. Not only did you disobey me but your patient is dead! What the hell were you thinking House!"

She was fuming. He had disregarded her many times before yet the patient had always been saved in the end. This case was different.

"You can't blame me for the patient's death. He needed the procedure. If we hadn't done it he would have died anyway. How were we supposed to know he would die? We're not seers, we can't tell the future. The patient died because his aorta ruptured. You can't blame us for that."

She stopped pacing behind her desk and sat down. He was right. She couldnt blame him. He had no control what so ever about what occurred inside of his patient's body. There was no way they could have known his aorta was going to rupture in the middle of open heart surgery. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

"I can't blame you for your patient's death, but it was another unauthorized procedure. Your clinic hours are being doubled and you're not getting any new cases until you do your clinic hours."

"That's not fair."

"House, I don't care if it's not fair. Your clinic hours are being doubled and that's final. Deal with it. Be thankful that I only doubled them and not quadrupled them because then, then you could really be pissed."

"Fine, but the next time your feet hurt, don't expect me to rub them for you."

She let out a soft chuckle.

"Please, you and I both know that you'll keep rubbing my feet as long as I keep rubbing..."

"Touche. Touche."

She laughed again, loving how easily it was to smooth over an argument. She knew that it was because of her pregnancy. She knew he didn't want to cause her anymore stress because of what had happened the previous month. She was grateful for that. She was glad to know that he did care about her, even though at times she had her doubts. Ever since they had reconciled a part of her was waiting for him to disappoint her, to fail her. She was bracing herself to be disappointed and so far she was glad he hadn't. She couldnt shake the feeling though that soon enough, when she was least expecting it he would fail her. Whether he not be at her next appointment or if for some reason she would have to spend a night she didnt want to spend alone without him. The feeling wouldn't lift.

"I'll see you tonight?" She asked as she opened up her laptop.

"Do you even have to ask that, of course you'll see me tonight."

She let out a nervous laugh as she watched him go. She asked him because she left like she couldn't just trust him to show up. She felt as though she had to ask him so that he would get the hint that she didnt want to spend the night alone. When he had walked out on her it had scarred her. She was afraid that at any moment he would walk away and never come back, leaving her alone and on her own. She hated that. She hated that she had gotten so attached to him in so little time that she needed him in her life to feel content.

The phone rang, pulling her from her reverie. It was one of the nurses up in the gynecology department informing her that Ramirez needed to talk to the results of her blood tests. Her heart dropped as she hung up afterwards. There was something wrong, that was the only reason she would need to be spoken to. She contemplated on finding House, but decided against it. She could tell him at home when they were in private. Whatever she was going to find out she would tell him when they were alone. She made her way to the gynecology wing, opting to take the stairs. A feeling of dread hit her as she opened the door leading from the stairwell to one of the hallways off of the waiting room. She slipped into the waiting room and walked up to the reception desk.

"Go on right in ."

She went in, taking a deep breath to try and calm her nerves. She practically ran into Ramirez as she shut the door behind her, not paying attention to who was standing around her.

"Oh Dr. Cuddy, great, you're here. Your blood tests came back, and I needed to see you, but don't worry, there's nothing seriously wrong. I just wanted to let you know that you have gestational diabetes. I know I don't have to explain what that means to you or what you have to do, so I want you to take a deep breath and let it out. You had no reason to be so worried."

"That was all?"

"That was all."

Cuddy nodded before turning and exiting. She took the elevator back to her office this time. There was nothing seriously wrong with her or the baby. She just had gestational diabetes, which meant that she would have to modify her diet. She was already eating healthy, but on occasion she would break that chain, especially with her pregnancy cravings. She had been afraid for no reason. She looked at the clock on the bottom right of her computer screen. It was four – thirty. Pulling out her blackberry she sent House a quick text, telling him she was leaving now instead of at her usual time of five o'clock.

She stopped by the supermarket, making sure to buy lots of pasta and whole grained foods. She picked out the fruits and vegetables that she knew wouldn't go to waste. She would miss the occasional take out dinners, but if it was for the health of her child she was willing to sacrifice it for the remainder of her pregnancy. It would all pay off in the end. She checked out and when she got home she started to make dinner. She placed the pasta to boil and the meat and sauce to cook as well. Half an hour later she heard the door open and House announce in his obnoxious Ricky Ricardo impersonation that he was home.

"I'm in the kitchen." She called out as she heard the tap of his cane hitting the wooden floors.

"Oh you can cook?" He teased as he came up to her. She rolled her eyes before pecking him on the lips.

"Haha, very funny."

"What's the occasion?"

"Nothing."

"So why did you leave early?" He asked suspiciously.

She took a deep breath deciding to tell him sooner rather than later.

"The results of my blood tests came back..."

"And...?"

"I have gestational diabetes. It's no big deal. I'll be fine if I take care of myself properly."

"Damn right you'll be fine. You're already cooking healthier."

She shook her head she watched him examine the empty pasta box.

"You better hope that this whole grain pasta isn't disgusting, because then you're doing this alone."

"Yeah, okay." She laughed rolling her eyes once more.

"You'll do this diet thing with me because you love me and dont want me to miserable throughout the remainder of my pregnancy."

"We'll see."

She finished up making dinner and they sat side together at the table. They ate their meals in silence, neither one having anything much to say. They had said everything they needed to say at work when they had been arguing over his clinic hours and what not. There was no need to bring that back home with them. Apart from that she was also worried. Majority of mothers diagnosed with gestational diabetes carried large babies. Carrying a large baby meant higher risks during delivery. What if god forbid something where to happen to her during the delivery? What if she wouldn't be around to see her child grow up? Would House be able to raise their child on his own?

He watched her closely from across the table. She seemed to be having a sort of internal struggle within herself. She was obviously lost deep in thought, so deep in thought that she had spaced out. He tapped her shoulder and when she didn't snap out of it he pinched her.

"Ow! What the hell!" She yelped as she rubbed at her arm.

"You spaced out. Which you rarely do. What's wrong?"

"There's nothing wrong. I'm fine."

"Stop lying. You're not okay. Talk to me Cuddy. What's wrong?"

"House I'm not lying, there's really nothing wrong."

"Why don't you trust me? Why wont you talk to me about what's wrong with you? You were more open with me before, now you're closed off. What the hell is going on?"

"There's nothing wrong damn it! Can't I just think to myself without being bothered for spacing out? Can't I keep things to myself? I don't have to share every worry and concern with you House."

He rolled his eyes. How hypocritical of her to tell him that she didn't have to share every worry and concern with him when she was constantly wanting him to be more open with her. Now here they were with the roles reversed. She was being closed off and guarded, the wall that had recently crumbled between them quickly starting to rebuild.

"So that's what's eating you? You're worried. You're scared. It's natural, but you have no reason to be afraid. You're going to be fine, the kid is going to be fine."

"You don't know that!"

She was standing now and he could see her face turn red as she was filled with both fear and rage.

"I'm thirty – eight. This isn't my first pregnancy. I didn't even carry the first one to term for fuck's sake. My mother suffers from high blood pressure and my father died of a heart attack. You know the risks that come with pregnancy. You know the risks added to those because of gestational diabetes. But what about the family history? What if my blood pressure sky rockets during delivery and causes complications? What if my heart gives out from over exertion? Would you be able to handle raising our child on your own? I want to be around to see our son grow up, I don't want him to grow up without a mother. Maybe you were right. Maybe I should have terminated. The stress of this alone is going to make things even worse."

He stood and limped over to her side, placing his hands on the side of her arms before rubbing them reassuringly.

"You're being paranoid for no reason. You know damn right that you're healthy enough to carry this pregnancy to term if you keep your sugar in check. You don't let your blood pressure get high because you can feel when it's rising and because if it's while we're arguing, I tell you to calm the hell down. Take a deep breath and let it all out. You're going to be fine. You and the kid are going to be fine."

He felt her wrap her arms around him. He held her against her, letting her calm herself. He had said enough for her to feel safe and he knew it. He knew that all she needed now was to feel him against her as she held onto him. Slowly but surely he could feel the faith she had lost in him begin to restore.

She pulled away from him and he looked down at her.

"You okay?"

"Yeah... I guess it's just the hormones... Maybe I should go to bed and get my mind off of things."

"Or I could give your shoulders a nice rub."

"No, it's fine... I'm really just going to go to bed."

She stepped up on the tip of her toes and kissed him on the cheek before turning and walking towards the bedroom, leaving him alone in the middle of an empty kitchen.

"Someone's a little frisky." He said as she kissed his neck.

She rolled her eyes before pulling away.

"You know, I was in the mood to have sex with you, but if you keep acting like that, that could so quickly change." She said as she went to stand. She felt his hand on her wrist and she smirked.

"Exactly what I thought."

She resumed her spot beside him, sitting back on her legs as she wrapped her arms around his neck and his lips met hers. He pulled her as close as possible and she giggled pulling away.

"We're going to have to enjoy this while it lasts. Soon we won't be able to do it anymore for a few months."

"At least not in this position."

She let out another laugh. House would say something like that to try and ruin the moment.

Their lips met once more and she groaned as his right hand squeezed her breast. Her body was so sensitive that the simplest touches would turn her on. Five months into her pregnancy and the worst was yet to come. She still had to deal with her raging hormones, the joint pain, and the ultimate final weeks that would lead up to what would seem like endless hours of excruciating labor.

She pushed those thoughts away, focusing on what was currently going on. They had been so swamped at work lately that their level of intimacy had taken a hit. Her fingers toyed with the hairs at the nape of his neck as his hand continued to fondle her breasts. He slipped it beneath her shirt and rubbed his thumb against her nipple. She let out a soft moan of approval as she felt the familiar tingling sensation between her legs. He pulled her shirt over her head as her fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt and as she slid it off she leaned forward and kissed his chest. She moved her hands towards his jeans and she rubbed her hand against them, causing him to groan.

"Tease." He replied sucking at the skin where he neck and shoulder met. His hands roamed over her sides before pulling her blouse over her head. He could feel her hand slip inside of his boxers after she had unzipped them. Her fingers wrapped around his member and he groaned as she squeezed him. She rubbed her finger along his length, rubbing her thump over his tip. She slipped her hand out of his pants and he groaned in disapproval.

"Oh shut up, I only did that so I could do this."

She stood, and unhooked her bra, dropping it to the floor before pulling off the remainder of her clothes. He took in the site of her naked body in front of him. He pulled off his own pants and she rejoined him on the bed. He pulled her against him once more and their lips met again, their kiss more passionate than the last. Her hand returned to it's previous position between his legs and as she rubbed him he bit her neck.

"We have work tomorrow. Can you not go so hard on the -."

She cut herself off by the moan that escaped her lips. He had moved his lips up to her ear lobe and bitten it, knowing it would make her go weak in an instant. In turn she had rubbed her thumb over the tip of his throbbing member, causing him to thrust into her hand. She smirked before slowly working her way between his legs. She brought him towards her mouth, letting her breath hit him. She loved to tease him. She knew that he would tease her back when it was her turn, and it was always worse than what she did to him. She slipped him into her mouth, running her tongue along his tip.

One hand was intertwined in her hair as she bobbed her head forward and back, the other digging into the sheets. House would never admit how much he loved when she took control of him like that. She was the only one who could awaken such a reaction from him during sex. He could feel himself close and knew it was time to stop it. He wanted to be inside of a different part of her when he came. He reached down and pulled her up to him before carefully pushing her onto her back. He positioned himself on top of her, one hand reaching down between her thighs as the other kept him balanced. He could feel the heat radiating from her sex, and he dipped a finger in between her dripping flesh. He rubbed her clit, not at all surprised when she moaned. He continued to rub her, applying just the right amount of pressure to really get her going. He caught a glance of her hands, both of them digging into the sheets and smirked. He slipped a finger inside of her, slowly moving it inside of her. He could hear her panting and he slipped another finger inside of her.

She gasped as his fingers moved inside of her, driving her insane. Her heart was pounding and she knew she was throbbing against his hand. He knew how to get her going. He was the only lover who had learned her likes and dislikes and knew how to surpass her expectations. It was no wonder he had been the only one able to impregnate her. She was just about to pull him back towards her when she felt the warmth of his tongue against her. She moaned, her right hand immediately moving into his hair as her left clung onto the sheets for dear life. His hands were on her hips pinning her down and she felt as though she were going to explode. He continued to move his fingers inside of her as his mouth sucked at her dripping folds. She was so close she could almost taste it. His tongue pressed against her clit and she couldn't contain herself any longer.

"Oh my god House." She panted as she climaxed. Her body went numb and as she rode out the rest of her orgasm she could feel the arousal within her bubbling up at a greater pace.

"House, enough with the teasing." She moaned as he continued to work his magic on her lower region. He came up and looked her in the eyes before sweeping down and kissing her. They kissed, a kiss so full of want and desire that she gasped when he unexpectedly thrust into her. Her back arched and his hands went back to her hips, pulling them as close to his as her stomach would allow.

He pulled her hips against his as she pulled his face towards hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her lips explored every inch of his body that was currently possible. He groaned as she slipped her hands down between their bodies and squeezed his testicles at the same instant her tongue ran along his bottom lip. He could hear her panting beneath him and he knew she was close to jumping over the edge again. He loved how easily he got her to climax, and how he almost always got her to climax more than once. Her legs wrapped around his back and their fingers intertwined as they became one. He grunted as he increased his rhythm before slowing it down. He pulled out of her before thrusting back into her with force.

She moaned out his name for a second time and he knew he was done as she tightened around him. The sounds escaping her lips caused him to go over the edge not long after. She was so vocal that every time they consummated it was sound of her climax that caused him to go over the edge. He slipped out of her, running his hand along her side.

"Mm, I love when we get this way." Cuddy murmured into his neck, her fingers fussing with his chest hair. He wrapped his arm around her waist and traced circles on the small of her back.

"I know you do."

"Don't act like you don't enjoy it either."

"Never said I didn't."

"Good, because you should enjoy it while it lasts, because in two months I'll be so big you wont want to touch me."

He rolled his eyes as he propped himself up on his elbow.

"Look at me."

She turned to face him and he realized how they had reversed roles. She was now the one feeling self conscious.

"Do you honestly think I'll stop having sex with you because you'll be bigger? Do you know me at all? Me, stop having sex with you? Please, the only way that'll ever happen is if you don't want to have sex with me. I always want to have sex with you. Even when you think you look your worst, because even at your so called worst you're still desirable. Who cares if you're five months pregnant? I sure as hell don't. I have sex with you every chance that I can. I'll always want to have sex with you because to me you'll always be sexy, no matter how undesirable you think you look."

He pulled her tighter against him and she leaned her forehead against his shoulder.

"Ugh, you're too good to me sometimes."

"Be glad I'm good to you at all, because I treat everyone else around me like shit, you included, but that's only when we're at work."

"Thank you." She whispered softly as she kissed him gently.

"No problem."

Lol I'd completely forgotten I had written smut in this chapter. Well then, reviews? :D They make me happy, and if I'm happy, you're happy. ^^