Gavin and Nines had no luck finding anything on the BioTech Killer, despite the fact he dropped three more bodies in just as many weeks. It started to get to the point that Anastasia was paranoid to leave Carl's house, not that she wanted to. She talked Connor and Markus into letting her take patients again, and it really helped her. Connor realized she took comfort from comforting other and counseling others was therapeutic for her.

Carl let her use an office upstairs for her sessions, which made it easier on her. Most of her patients didn't know what happened to her, but some did, especially those that had been through what she had. They talked about it together and they called her strong for keep the baby, and she began to feel strong again.

She was just starting her third month, her belly more pronounced and Connor thought she was more beautiful because she was carrying a life. It was one thing to research it and it was another to actually see it in person. Kara stopped by often with Alice who loved that Anastasia was pregnant. Kara was just as excited, and made sure to do check up on the woman.

Anastasia's relationship with Connor was growing right along with the baby. She couldn't sleep unless he was there with her, holding her. It was the only thing that made her feel safe enough to sleep and comfortable. Hank called them 'sappy' when they started cuddling and showing more affection in front of the others, but smiled when they did. Anastasia new Hank was just happy that they were happy,

"Anastasia?" Connor had come down stairs when he found she wasn't in bed. She had woken up to pee and got an uncontrollable craving for burgers and fries. She was just looking at the takeout menus when Connor came into the kitchen. "What are you doing up?"

"I need a burger. And fries."

"That's not good for the baby." He leaned against the counter next to her and rubbed her back with one hand. "You should eat something healthy."

"No." She glared at Connor, suddenly pissed he would tell her that she couldn't have what she craved. "You don't get it. I will get a burger, fries, and a milkshake and you are gonna get it for me, or help me I will have Nines, North and Markus restrain you while I get it myself."

Throughout her tirade, her voice rose and her eyes teared up. North came into the kitchen. "What is going on in here?"

"I want a burger! But," she jammed a finger into Connor's sternum, "this one says I can't have one!" She glared at Connor and she was secretly pleased when his LED circled yellow.

Hank wandered in with Sumo at his hip. "Connor, what did I tell you literally this afternoon?" He scratched his neck.

"Not to tell her what she can or can't eat." Connor didn't look away from Anastasia glare. "That its in my best interest to let her give into the cravings. She won't kill me if I do."

"Damn straight." Anastasia smiled, happy as she turned back to the menus. "Oh, shit. That sounds amazing." She muttered under her breath, reading the menus. "OK, Con. Ready? I want a bacon cheeseburger with the works: pickles, red onions, lettuce, tomatoes, mayo and a fried egg. Then an order or fries and a vanilla milkshake. Oooh and extra pickles!"

"He gonna get it?" Hank looked at Connor, whose face was resigned. When she nodded, he laughed and went to the back to let Sumo out.

North smiled at Connor. "I'll look after her Con." She slipped him a twenty and winked. "Go on." She pushed him to the doorway of the kitchen.

When he left, North turned to her and asked, "So, what's he like in the sack?"

"North!" Anastasia face flushed with embarrassment. "We haven't done that yet… I still think it's too soon for me yet." She looked down and tears started to well in her eyes. "Does he hate me 'cause i'm not ready?"

"What? No! Of course not!" North hugged the emotional woman to her. "I was just curious. I heard that pregnancy and make a woman more… Frisky." She snorted. "But don't you rush into it you aren't ready, you hear me?"

Anastasia nodded. "I mean, I've thought about it, but everytime I think about starting something, I think about his hands on me… his… thing in me." She shuddered, tightening her arms around her friend.

North ran her hand down her hair, comforting her. "I'm gonna tell you something I haven't told anyone other than Markus." She stepped back and leaned her back against the counter, her arms crossed over her chest, her eyes boring into the floor. "I deviated during the act. He bought me and wanted to have his friends have a turn. I was beaten, and burned," she lifted her shirt, showing red marks on her ribs, "they kept telling me I was worthless. When I deviated and started trying to fight back, they held me down and… Continued." Her eyebrows knit together. "They told me I was only a tin can, my purpose was to be their toy. That that was all I was good for."

"That's why you hated humans." Anastasia whispered. "Oh my god."

"Yeah. So out of everyone here, I think I understand. But with Markus… he didn't look at me with pity. He told me he was proud of me for surviving and the loved that I told him. Said it was brave of me." She smiled, her face softening. "He made me feel like I was worth something again."

"You are worth everything, North." Anastasia laid her hand on the androids arm. "Thank you for telling me."

"You're welcome." She smiled at her. "So, I think you should totally do him."

"North!" Anastasia laughed. "I will eventually."

"You will what?" Connor walked in the house, carrying her burger.

"It's here!" Anastasia nearly pounced on Connor, grabbing the bag and the milkshake from him. "Fuck yes," she moaned taking a bite of the burger. "It's so good."

When she looked up, North was smirking at a Connor, who was sporting a heavy blush.

Anastasia flushed, dipped three fried into her milkshake, popped them into her mouth and moaned again, deeper and rougher. "God damn, this is heaven."

They were watching TV in the living room one night a few weeks later, just her and Connor. She couldn't sleep because her nausea wouldn't quit and moving made her head spin. She was cuddled in his lap, her head on his chest.

"Hey, Con?" She moved her head up, ignoring the spinning and pounding behind her eyes.

"Hmm?" He glanced down at her. "Whats up, hon?" He had taken to calling her pet names, like 'hon', 'babe', and 'sweetheart'. She loved it.

"I want to try something." When he nodded, she tentatively kissed him. She moved slowly sitting up further and kissing him harder. His hands went to her waist, running up her back gently. She moved to straddle him, and snaked her arms around his neck, her left hand at the nape of his playing the fine strands at the base of his skull, and her right hand tangled in his hair, pulling him closer.

When she pulled away to breathe, he looked up at her. "Are you sure, love?" He asked, his voice husky.

She nodded, her head spinning for a completely different reason than before. "Yes, Connor. I am sure." She was breathless.

He kissed her again, gripped her under her thighs and stood. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her ankles locking together against his lower back. When she again pulled back to gasp air into her lungs, he attacked her neck, his lips, tongue and teeth torturing her in the best ways. She was being set down on the bed, and he loomed over her, his eyes warm and his lips swollen.

"How…?"

"I'm very good at distractions," he whispered into her ear.

"I can see that," she giggled softly, running her hands up under his shirt, her fingers mapping his abs and chest, and he sat up and flung the shirt across the room; he'd clean up later.

"May I?" He motioned at her shirt, his fingertips just barely touching her belly under the hem. When she nodded, he slid his hands over her sides, lifting her shirt slowly, giving her a chance to tell him to stop. She ripped the shirt off, her breasts covered by a thin unpadded sports bra. She looked to see Connor's pupils dilate as he studied her torso. "So beautiful," he murmured as he leaned to kiss her breasts though the cloth.

He moved down to lay a kiss to her bump just under her belly button and she teared up. "God, I love you Connor." She caressed his face, cupping his cheek. "So much."

"I love you too, Anastasia." He again asked her permission to remove her shorts, and again she nodded. He slid them down, leaving her in her bra and panties. He groaned lowly, his voice gravelly. "Fuck," he breathed.

Anastasia reached around and unclipped her bra, her stormy eyes connecting with Connor's brown as she removed the garment. He moaned again, taking in her creamy skin, he full breasts, her pebbled pink nipples. He moved slowly, again running his hands up her sides before gently cupping her breasts. He made eye contact as he leaned down and took one peak into his mouth, sucking gently. When she moaned, he started rolling the nipple between his teeth, flicking it with the tip of his tongue and sucking on it harder. His hand rolled and pinched the other one, making her cry out.

"Oh, god, Connor," she panted. "Please, please." He began to move down and before he could asked, she breathed, "Yes," like a mantra. He slid the panties off her waist and put a hand on her inner thigh leaving it there, silently asking her open her legs. She blushed and spread them, not looking at him.

"Look at me, please, love." He said, his fingertips brushing her cheek. When he eyes met his, he lowered his mouth to her sex, licking her clit languorously. Her hands flew to his hair, holding him there as his tongue flicked at her clit, his lips wrapping around the bud, and he sucked, making her cry out. She threw her head back, gasping as he thrust his tongue into her core, his nose stimulating her clit, making her see stars. Her back arched as his mouth moved other her sex with precision, bringing her to a near earth-shattering orgasm, her legs snapping closed on his head as she came.

When she came down from from her high, he started back on her clit, this time adding a finger into the mix, curling it to her g-spot like he had been doing this his whole life. "Oh my god, Connor, please," she begged. Her back arched again when he added another finger and rubbed at the spot that made her see stars vigorously as a bone melting orgasm rushed through her. She heard Connor chuckle, the sound one of the sexiest she thought he had ever made. She watched him wipe his sopping chin off. "Fuck, you made me squirt," she muttered in a daze.

"Yes I did," he said smugly, a smirk plastered on his face. "I would like to make love you, Anastasia, but I won't if you don't want to right now."

"If you don't, I will smack you," she moaned, her hands flying to untie the drawstring on his pajama pants that hand a very noticeable bulge to them. "I want you, Connor."

"RA9, i want you too, Anastasia." He stripped his pants off, and crawled on the bed, covering her with his body, but keeping his weight off her. "You are so beautiful, so perfect." He kissed her gently. "I'll go slow," he promised, his voice full of love.

She nodded and felt him enter her. He did move slow, pushing into her gently, withdrawing and entering a bit further than before. He was soon fully seated in her, his jaw flexing, his body rigid as he waited for her to adjust. His eyes were scrunched, his eyebrows were knitted together. Anastasia reached up and stroked his cheeks, waiting until his eyes opened and he looked at her before she smiled and wrapped her legs around his waist and rocked her hips into his. He moaned and set a leisurely pace that was as tortuous as it was pleasurable. She could feel the love in each thrust, each kiss he laid to her mouth, cheeks, neck, shoulders, and breasts, each scrape of his teeth on her skin, each lick. She cried out as she came on him, and begged him to go faster.

"Please, Connor, please."

And he went faster, harder and she groaned. He was hitting just the right spot to make her see stars. She clung to him, her nails scraping his back, making him groan. "Fuck, Anastasia," he buried his face in her neck. "Come for me, love."

She gasped as her orgasm thundered through her like lightning, striking with no warning, and Connor moaned in her neck, biting at the juncture of her neck and shoulder, leaving a hickey as he came. "I love you, Ana," he panted, kissing her lips. Connor gently pulled, making her moan softly.

He moved away to grab his shirt to clean himself quickly before turning to her and cleaning her up. "How… how did you know all that?"

"You learn a lot while interfacing with four or five Traci's." He smiled crookedly as he picked her up and put her under the covers, still nude, and climbed in behind her. "It was one of my first cases with Hank before I deviated. I had to search their memories for a deviant that had killed a man in self defense." He shrugged. "It was an… Occupational hazard." He laughed at his own joke.

"You're a dork," Anastasia yawned, twisting to kiss his lips. "Good night, Connor."

"Good night, my love." He kissed her temple as she drifted off. He watched her breath evenly in and out before he buried his nose in her hair pulling her back flush to his chest and entered stasis with the woman he loved in his arms.