Again, so sorry for the wait. After getting internet in the new apartment, I've found myself highly under-motivated. Degrassi has been so extremely disappointing recently. I don't know about you all, but I'm pretty much hating it. I don't know what it is. It's sad, but true. However, I do love my stories and my ideas for them, so I'm just trying to block what's going on with the show out of my head. I'll still be updating, but if anyone has suggestions for anything other than Degrassi (other TV shows, movies, books, etc.) that you would like me to write about, please let me know. It doesn't even matter if it's not something I have listed on my profile, my loves are much broader than only what's listed there. I would love a change of pace so I don't keep getting sick of the same storylines. I love you all dearly and I am so sorry for making you wait so much!

After our last sonogram, Clare hadn't spoken to me for days.

She was more pissed than I had ever seen her. When she did open her mouth to speak, all I got were one-word answers.

Immediately after we left I kept trying to tell her, but she wasn't having any of it. She was so insistent that I had found out the gender, having gone against her wishes.

Even when I pleaded with her and told her I never would have done such a thing, she just glared at me before looking away.

I've finally let it rest and have decided to tell her later.

The past week she's been much more civil, much to my relief.

"So I was thinking about Leonard for a boy," she said airily one afternoon as she came to join me on the couch.

I couldn't help the look of horror on my face.

"What, you don't like it?" she asked innocently.

"You do?" I asked. "That's a terrible name."

"Well it's sure as hell better than Edgar," she said pointedly.

"What, I was thinking of Poe," I said with a smirk.

"Well Leonard isn't at the top of my list. I just don't think you'd like the names I really like," she said shyly. I just shrugged.

"I don't like any of the names you suggest anyway, so why not give it a try?" I asked with a small laugh before kissing the top of her head.

"No, I don't think so," she said mysteriously.

I let it go and settled in against her.

It was always so awkward talking about names with Eli.

From the beginning of my pregnancy, I had thought it would be nice to name the baby after one of Eli's parents. Cecily for his mom, or Roger for his dad.

I just wasn't sure if it would be too painful for him, my even bringing it up. So I decided to keep quiet.

Later that night, I couldn't help myself from doing some household cleaning. When I finally decided to settle in for the night, I walked up to our bedroom and I stopped short at the door.

Eli looked so perfect sitting in bed reading, his hair kind of messy and the only clothes on his body being boxer shorts. I couldn't help but bite my lip and stare.

He seemed to have felt my presence and he looked up. "You okay?"

"Oh, yeah, of course," I said as I regained my composure and entered the room. I riffled around for some clothes to sleep in.

I began to undress, but before I could put my pajamas on I felt Eli's arms slide around my waist. His hands rested on my belly and he pulled me back to his body.

"You don't think I don't know what you were doing, do you?" he asked huskily in my ear. "I know you were checking me out."

I giggled and he turned me around. Our eyes met briefly before he connected our lips in a kiss. Lately my sex drive had skyrocketed.

I was still a little bitter about Eli's finding out our baby's gender and had been holding out on purpose, but I couldn't resist anymore.

I backed him into the bed and deepened the kiss. He laid back on the bed and I followed, straddling him and letting my hands roam.

He let out a little moan as my hands grazed his chest and it drove me crazy. I didn't hesitate in hooking my fingers into the waistband of his boxers and pulling them down.

He smirked against my lips and pulled my underwear down.

I wasted no time in taking advantage of the moment and I quickly mounted him and began to move quickly over him. He groaned and lightly nibbled my lower lip.

I moved faster and faster, feeling all of my pent up tension coming out.

"Jesus Christ, Clare," he breathed, closing his eyes tightly. His hands rested on my waist and moved with my body back and forth, back and forth.

"O-oh. Oh. Oh, Eli," I sighed. The quicker I moved my hips the better it felt. I could feel that I was already almost there.

"Clare," he repeated, bucking his hips a bit. It drove me crazy and I let out a loud, long moan. He continued the movement and I continued to move back and forth and before we knew it we were both trembling in each other's arms as we came together.

As I collapsed next to him, he brushed my hair from my face. "Sorry," he murmured. "I was a little quick there… It's just been so long…"

"Yeah, you're telling me," I breathed, smiling softly. "And no need to be sorry as long as we can do it again."

"Of course," he said with a grin. "But wait. I thought the idea of sex made you nauseous. What changed?"

"Well it did, but then about a week ago I got hornier than I've ever been in my life. I could hardly contain it."

"Then why did you?" he asked looking at me like I was crazy.

"I'm stubborn?" I asked before I laughed softly at his horror-stricken face. "I wanted to stay mad at you…"

"You're cruel, Clare Goldsworthy. Cruel and heartless."

"But you love me," I said as I brushed his cheek with my fingers.

Soon he had me pinned down on my back and the next hour was spent having the best sex of my life.

Disclaimer: I have no idea what Bullfrog's actual name is. I apologize if it was ever mentioned and I wasn't observant enough to catch it, but Roger sounded good at the time of my writing this. Oh, and sorry it's short. I'm trying to get my ideas back in order. Again, suggest new ideas, pretty please!