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Alex got morning sickness nearly every morning immediately when she woke up for three weeks straight. It was like the alarm clock triggered it, and the moment the stupid device started blaring Alex was up and out of bed. Mitchie was always right on her heels, never leaving her side as promised.

She felt so bad for Alex. She could see how much it strained her every morning. One Saturday morning when it was particularly bad Alex couldn't even go downstairs for breakfast. Mitchie tucked her back into bed with a trashcan by the bed. Thankfully Sam was with Shane, so there was no need for her to go downstairs to start cooking or anything of the sort. She didn't even need to take T-Rex out because they'd started allowing Sam to take him with him over to Shane's.

So, she crawled back into bed with her wife. Alex lay on her side, facing away from Mitchie so she could lean over the side of the bed and puke into the trash can if need be. Mitchie scooted close to her and wrapped her arms around Alex's waist, drawing her close. Usually Alex was the big spoon, but every now and then they reversed roles.

Mitchie nuzzled her nose against the exposed skin of Alex's neck, inhaling the familiar scent that both calmed her and drove her wild.

"You don't have to stay in bed with me," Alex said in a hoarse, weak voice.

"I want to," Mitchie insisted. "Besides, if you need something I'm right here."

"I think it's passing," Alex said. "I just feel so drained, like my whole body's filled with lead."

"Pregnancy can wipe you out," Mitchie said and placed her hand under Alex's shirt, on her stomach, and rubbed it in small, soothing circles. "See if can try to go back to sleep."

"You're not going to force me to try to eat something like every other morning?"

"No," Mitchie said. "Sleep for now. We can eat when you wake up."

"You're not going to sleep?" Alex asked.

"Maybe. For now I'm content to just lie with you." Mitchie kissed Alex quickly on the back of the neck. "Don't worry about me. Sleep."

"Okay," Alex said in a soft voice. "Love you."

"Love you."

Mitchie must have been tired as well and must have fallen asleep not long after Alex because the next thing she knew she was being jerked awake as Alex jumped on the bed. She groggily sat up to see her wife beaming at her, which was a change.

"You look better," Mitchie said with a yawn.

"I feel worlds better," Alex said brightly. "You were right, I just needed to sleep some more." She leaned forward and kissed Mitchie quickly, her breath minty fresh from just having brushed her teeth. "Good morning… Or should I say, afternoon."

Mitchie frowned and looked to the clock to discover it was well past noon. "Well, damn. Look at that. We slept half the day away."

"We missed breakfast," Alex said. "Which reminds me. I'm starved." She jumped down from the bed. "What should we cook for lunch? Tacos? Pizza? Spaghetti? All of the above?"

Mitchie rubbed sleep from her eyes as she got out of bed as well. "I'm sure we'll figure something out."

Alex nodded and grabbed her by the hand, leading her from the bedroom. Mitchie followed, still trying to wake up. It seemed that while going back to sleep had helped Alex, it didn't do her any favors. She was more tired now than when she'd originally woken up. She almost felt jet-lagged.

The first thing she did when they got to the kitchen was start a pot of coffee. Alex had to cut back on it because of the pregnancy, so Mitchie just made enough for her. While Mitchie did that Alex went into the fridge and opened it.

"What are you in the mood for?" she asked as she stuck her head inside.

"Whatever," Mitchie said with a yawn.

Alex took out the carton of eggs, followed by a package of ground beef, pickles, an onion, and a cup of yoghurt. Mitchie watched as she put the items on the counter, then went back in the fridge for more.

"What the hell are you making?" Mitchie asked, walking over and picking up the jar of pickles and looking to Alex questioningly.

"I don't know," Alex said as she placed a pack of shredded cheese and the package of bacon on the counter. "It all just looks so good. I can't decide." Mitchie stared at her for a moment before throwing her head back and laughing. Alex's jaw dropped, and her cheeks went pink. "What?" she demanded of her still-chortling wife.

"Looks like someone got her cravings," Mitchie said between giggles.

"Oh," Alex said, eyes going wide as she turned her attention to all the food she'd placed out. "Is that why I want to put bacon in my yoghurt?" she asked, picking up the pack of meat.

"Oh my god, please don't," Mitchie said. "I put pickles in hot chocolate, and while it tasted good then the thought of the taste now just makes me want to hurl."

"I never even thought about hot chocolate!" Alex immediately went over to the cabinet to get out a pack.

"Alex, no!" Mitchie rushed over and stopped her. "Come on. You already got out the ground beef. Let's just make tacos."

"Okay," Alex said dejectedly, putting the box of hot chocolate back in the pantry and instead taking out the box of taco shells. "Isn't this what you craved the most when you were pregnant with Sam?"

"Yup," Mitchie said, taking the box from Alex and going back to the spread she'd set out. "My mom craved them when she was pregnant with me, too. I think that's why they're my favorite food." She grabbed the eggs and yoghurt and put them back in the fridge.

"Weird. My mom craved French fries when she was pregnant with me, and you know how much I love French fries," Alex said. Her eyes lit up. "Ooh. French fries. That's what we should have with the tacos."

"Those two foods do not go together," Mitchie told her. "But if it'll make you happy, fine." She went back in the fridge and got out the bag of potatoes. "It's weird that we both love the foods our moms craved when they were pregnant with us."

"I know. I wonder if there's been studies on this," Alex mused as she pulled a cutting board from one of the cabinets.

"There should be, because Sam loves tacos too." Mitchie shrugged and opened a drawer to take out a knife. "Can't just be a coincidence."

"Well, French fries and tacos are both widely loved foods. It totally could be just a coincidence." Alex handed her the onion.

Mitchie laughed as she took it. "I guess we'll see when the baby gets older and starts eating real food. Until then, it's just a pregnancy conspiracy theory."

At three a.m. Mitchie woke up to the sound of thunder. Rain thudded on the roof, and she could hear the wind howling outside. It didn't rain often in L.A., but when it did, it poured. She turned over to reach out to Alex, finding it odd her arms weren't already around her. Her hand landed on the mattress, and Mitchie opened her eyes to discover she was alone in bed.

She sat up immediately, but Alex was nowhere in sight. Mitchie groaned as she threw off the covers and got out of bed. She could smell frying food the moment she got to the foot of the stairs.

The light was already on in the kitchen, and when she entered she saw Alex standing over the stove. A pot of French fries was sizzling, and she was staring into it intently. She looked up when Mitchie came to stand by her side, smiling sheepishly.

"Alex, it's three a.m.," Mitchie told her in a groggy voice.

"I know," Alex said. "I just woke up when it started raining and couldn't go back to sleep. I couldn't stop thinking about French fries."

Mitchie chuckled lightly and rested her forehead on her wife's shoulder. "Yeah, I think this is going to be your pregnancy food."

"I'm fine with that," Alex said with a smirk. "Go back to bed, love. I'll come back as soon as I'm done here."

"No, I'll wait for you," Mitchie said, lifting her head. "I sleep better when you're next to me."

Alex nodded, and Mitchie went over to the table and sat at one of the chairs. She rested her arms atop the table and buried her face in them. Alex smiled softly as she watched her before turning her attention back to the fries.

When they were done she took them out, let them rest and cool, then lightly salted them. She went over to the table with the plate and sat beside Mitchie. Small snores were coming from her wife's sleeping form, slumped over the table. Alex kissed her on top of the head quickly before turning her attention to her plate of fries.

After she finished she put the dish in the sink and washed her hands. Next she emptied the grease into an old container and rinsed out the pot. She could wash those in the morning. Then she went over and gently shook Mitchie awake. Normally she would have just tried to carry her to bed, but she didn't want to risk straining herself in her condition.

Mitchie lifted her head and looked to Alex groggily. Alex helped her to her feet and together they made their way upstairs and back into bed. As soon as they settled under the blankets Mitchie wrapped her arms around Alex's waist, resting her head on the other woman's chest.

Alex's hand found its way up the back of Mitchie shirt, and she brushed her fingertips over her skin, tracing small patterns. The songstress was asleep almost instantly. The sound of her deep breathing calmed Alex, and soon she was asleep as well.

The next morning Alex woke up first. She opened her eyes and sat up slowly, untangling herself from Mitchie. She waited for the usual wave of nausea to hit her, but it didn't. Her stomach was settled, and she actually felt fine. She waited a few more moments, but still nothing happened.

A huge smile made its way to her face and she silently pumped a fist triumphantly. She felt on top of the world. She looked down to see Mitchie still sleeping beside her. Her lips were slightly parted as she slept, her chest rising and falling with each slumbered breath. Alex continued to smile, thinking back to earlier that morning when Mitchie got up with her in the midst of her late-night snacking.

Mitchie didn't have to stay with her downstairs. She had every reason and opportunity to go back upstairs and go back to sleep. But she chose to stay with Alex, and that was so incredibly sweet to the Latina. Mitchie really hadn't left her side through all of it. Not a single morning had Alex been in that bathroom alone during morning sickness. Mitchie was always right there, rubbing her back as promised.

She felt overwhelmed with love for her wife. She laid back and rested her elbow on her pillow, resting her head in her palm to prop it up. She reached out her free hand and raked her fingers through Mitchie's hair. Eyelids fluttered open, and Mitchie's mouth twitched into a smile as she saw Alex looking down at her.

"Good morning," she said in a tired voice as she mirrored Alex's resting position. "How are you feeling?"

"Great," Alex said brightly. "I don't feel sick at all."

"That's good," Mitchie said. "Maybe it's finally passing."

"Hopefully," Alex said. "And thankfully, that means maybe we can actually enjoy our morning."

She smirked at her wife, and before Mitchie could question it, Alex leaned forward and kissed her. Mitchie leaned back on the bed, Alex resting on top of her. The kiss was slow and soft at first before Alex hungrily picked up the pace. She slid her tongue into Mitchie's mouth as a fire spread through the pit of her stomach and settled between her legs. She suddenly needed much more, and she broke their kiss only to trail her lips down the side of Mitchie's jaw to her neck.

"Al," Mitchie said, and she bit her lip slightly as Alex's lips got to her ear.

"I want you," Alex whispered breathily.

Mitchie shivered as she felt Alex begin to nibble on her earlobe. She put her hands on Alex's shoulders and pushed her away gently. Alex frowned slightly at first, until Mitchie grabbed the hem of the former wizard's shirt and lifted it. Alex's smile returned, and Mitchie sent her one back as the garment was discarded on the floor. Alex quickly did the same to Mitchie's, and it joined Alex's on the ground.

Alex kissed Mitchie again briefly before trailing down her neck, all the way to her chest. As she took one of the firm breasts in her mouth her hands went to the elastic of Mitchie's shorts. Mitchie panted as Alex's mouth trailed lower, all the while taking off her pants and underwear. She grabbed Alex's hand and stopped her right before her head dipped lower. Instead she pulled her to her for another searing kiss.

She used her weight to flip them over, lying flat on top of Alex. She brought her hands up between their bodies and squeezed Alex's breasts gently. Alex hissed as tingles went through her body. Her boobs were always sensitive, but never this much. It only added to the heat between her legs.

Mitchie broke the kiss finally and moved further down Alex's body.

"These are gonna have to go," Mitchie said, fingering the waistband of Alex's pajama bottoms.

Alex licked her lips before biting the bottom one and slid them down along with her underwear. Mitchie settled herself between Alex's legs and brought her mouth to her wife's center.

Alex's eyes rolled back in her head, and she closed them as she rested her head on the pillow. The intense waves of pleasure traveling up her body caused her to shake slightly. Incredibly quick she felt the pressure build before her back arched off the bed and she cried out, shuddering. Her vision went white, and it felt like she melted. But Mitchie didn't stop, and she came again, her toes curling and hands clutching the sheets.

Mitchie ceased her mouth's movements and crawled up Alex's body. She rested herself on top of the heavy-breathing woman, nuzzling her nose in the crook of her neck. Alex wrapped her arms around Mitchie and kissed her bare shoulder.

They lay like that for a while until Alex's breathing returned to normal. Mitchie sat up, now straddling her wife, smiling down at her. Alex placed her hands on either side of Mitchie's waist and beamed back up at her. She bit her lip as she slid a hand lower, and Mitchie hissed as Alex's fingers found her wetness.

Alex pumped her fingers and Mitchie bucked her hips in time with her until she hit her limit. Alex felt her walls tighten around her digits, and then Mitchie was screaming her name, a beautiful sight hovering above her.

When she finished Mitchie collapsed on top of Alex, sweaty and spent. Alex removed her hand and brought it to her mouth, licking her figners clean. Mitchie rested her forehead atop Alex's, and they both closed their eyes as they tried to regain control of their breathing.

Alex brought her hands to Mitchie's face and cupped it gently. Mitchie opened her eyes to see Alex gazing up at her lovingly, wearing a lopsided smile.

"Where did that come from?" Mitchie asked, still slightly breathless.

"I don't know," Alex admitted. "I just all of a sudden wanted you."

Mitchie let out a small laugh. "I think I have an idea," she said. "Morning sickness, cravings, now randomly getting horny right when you wake up? This has pregnancy hormones written all over it."

"Whatever the reason, I'm not complaining," Alex said, giggling as well. "That was… like, fucking amazing. I came twice."

"I noticed," Mitchie said with a quirked eyebrow and rolled off Alex, resting by her side instead. "Supposedly that's an advantage of pregnancy. Besides making you a horn dog it also makes the sex really good."

Alex smirked. "Good to know." She reached out and took Mitchie's hand. "I am now so sorry we waited until after you had Sam to have sex. Because you missed out, lemme tell you."

Mitchie glared at her playfully. "I'm very jealous. But I'd also like to think I had something to do with the quality of your orgasm, not just your hormones."

"You did, trust me," Alex said quickly. "I promise."

Mitchie smiled and leaned forward to kiss Alex again. Alex still tasted traces of herself left on Mitchie's lips, and heat flooded her again. She didn't know if it was the baby making her go sex-mad, or if it was just her normal self, craving sex like the average teenage boy. But she didn't care. She just knew didn't want to leave that bed anytime soon.

That night after Sam had gotten back and they had changed the sheets, Sam insisted Alex lay in bed so he could read a book to the baby. Mitchie was taken aback but didn't say anything as she settled next to them in bed.

Sam sat in between them as he read aloud from a Dr. Seuss book. Mitchie smiled as she watched Sam speaking so intently to Alex's stomach, and she caught her wife's eye. They shared excited grins. This was amazing. Sam was already taking his big brother duties seriously. When he finished the book, to Mitchie's amazement he asked if he could read another. Alex and Mitchie immediately agreed, and he ran from the room.

When he returned he was, to Mitchie's utter amazement, holding the first Harry Potter book. He crawled back into the bed and settled under the covers. Mitchie took it from him questioningly.

"Why this one?" she asked. "Not that I mind. I'm just curious."

"I like the movies so much, maybe the book's okay," he said with a shrug.

"They're more than okay, Sam, they're amazing," Mitchie said as she opened it. "How about I read it to you," she offered. "All three of you. I know for a fact Mama hasn't read these."

"Because there are movies," Alex said. "And while mostly historically accurate, I don't need to read a book if there's already movies."

"Hush, we're reading them," Mitchie said.

Alex sighed and flopped down on her pillow but allowed Mitchie to start reading to her. She listened half-heartedly at first, but soon became transfixed by the story. By the end of the first chapter she was the one begging Mitchie to read one more, but Mitchie refused, as they'd already let Sam stay up ten minutes past his bedtime just to read the first one. She smiled at both of their disappointed frowns and promised they could read the second chapter the next day. They both agreed, and Mitchie's heart soared. Maybe she didn't need to force reading on her second child after all. Maybe Harry Potter could do the one thing no other book could do in the past and make both Alex and Sam fall in love with reading. She hoped so, and as she went to sleep that night she couldn't stop the smile that made its way to her face as she looked forward to the next night, to reading with her family again.

I know I've talked about sex a lot so far in this story, danced around it and teased at it. There is a reason I didn't originally want to put a sex scene in this story. It was mainly because when I reread Sharing A Dream I realized I had written (what I felt like was) way too many. I felt it deterred from the actual story and made my writing cheaper, in a way. I didn't want that with this story. But sex is a beautiful, natural part of the human experience, and I think I've learned how to write sex scenes with more taste. Also there's more going on around it. Anyway, thanks for coming to my Ted talk.

Until Next Time.

DF