5 Months into Pregnancy

"Well…" The doctor moved the plastic handle over Violet's expanded stomach. Violet and Tate's eyes were glued to the monitor, trying to see the baby's image on the screen. "Let's see here… There! Do you see that?" The doctor pointed to a white shadowy figure. "That right there means that you are going to be blessed with a baby boy."

Violet gasped and smiled brightly up at Tate. "I told you." She whispered and winked. She had been telling Tate for the past few months that it was going to be a boy. She just had a feeling. Tate had thought that it was going to be a girl. He would never admit that he was hoping for a girl because Violet was so excited for a boy. He was still excited that the baby was a boy, but there was a part of him that feared that the boy would take after him too much.

Tate smiled down at Violet, kissing her lips gently. "You are always right, Vi."

…

Charlee bounded into Tate and Violet's living room as soon as her and Gray got to the house. "So…" She said in a sing song voice. "Tell us the news!" Her and Gray had been waiting all day to hear what the sex of the baby was.

Violet smiled from where she was reclined on the couch. She looked over at Tate, and he nodded to tell her that she could say it. "It's a boy!" Violet said excitedly.

Charlee gasped and clapped. "A boy! I knew it!"

"Congrats you two." Gray smiled and clapped Tate on the back.

"The name! What's the name?" Charlee asked.

"Nathan." Tate smiled. "His name is going to be Nathan."

"I love it!" Gray and Charlee said at the same time.

…

"Hey, Char?" Violet tried to grab her friend's attention after the two men went into the kitchen to find snacks to eat. The boys were always hungry.

"Yeah, kiddo?" Charlee sat down on the couch next to Violet.

"Can I ask for some personal advice?"

Charlee rolled her eyes. "You know nothing is too personal for me, Vio."

Violet took a deep breath. "Okay, well you know how Tate has been super overprotective?" Charlee nodded. "I mean I love that he only wants to keep Nathan and I safe, but I think he may be going a little too far."

"What do you mean?"

"I guess… Okay, I'm just going to say it. We haven't had sex in months! I'm losing my mind."

Charlee tried to hide her laugh behind her palm. Violet's face was priceless.

"Don't laugh!" Violet whined, swatting her hand at Charlee but not being able to reach her. "I'm being serious. He will barely touch me. It's like I'm a porcelain doll."

"Well then you need to take control! I'm sure that he won't be able to resist you if you don't give him a chance to say no."

"How do I do that?"

"I have some ideas." Charlee smiled mischievously.

…

One Week Later

Tate walked through the front door after spending a few hours at the music studio that he managed. He threw his jacket across the back of the couch. He was surprised that Violet wasn't in the living room. She normally spent her time in there while he was at work. He made his way through the house, getting worried when Violet was nowhere to be found. He was standing in the kitchen when he heard the faint sound of singing coming from the backyard.

Tate slowly opened the back door, finding Violet sitting on a lounge chair. Her blonde hair was shining in the sunlight. She was humming songs as her hands rested on her big belly. Tate smiled at the sight of Violet in a small summer dress, wiggling her toes in the sunlight as she sang. He took a moment to commit the sight to memory so that he could always remember how peaceful she looked.

"Hi." He whispered as he walked up behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders.

"Hi." Violet leaned her head back and smiled up at Tate.

"What are you doing, love?"

Violet shrugged. "I just wanted to be outside in the fresh air for a bit."

"And you walked out here?" Tate asked as he moved to sit near Violet's legs on the lounge chair. Violet could hear to worry in his voice.

"Tate…" Violet shook her head. "It's a short walk from the living room to here. Please don't freak out."

"I don't freak out, Violet! I just want you and Nathan to be safe and healthy!"

Violet took Tate's hand in hers. "Baby, it's okay. I'm fine. Nathan is fine." Violet placed Tate's hand on her belly, and as soon as his palm rested against her stomach, Nathan kicked against her skin. Violet and Tate gasped at the same time. "Nathan likes being outside and he loves when you are close by."

Tate smiled, instantly forgetting about being upset with Violet. He rubbed his hand over her stomach laughing as Nathan would kick against where ever his hand moved. "That's the craziest thing." He said mesmerized.

"He's going to be as strong as his daddy."

Tate looked up at Violet and shook his head. "No, he's going to be as strong as his mommy. You're so much strong than me, Vi."

"Agree to disagree, but we can agree that he will always have two strong parents to keep him safe."

"Always." Tate leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss on Violet lips before pulling away. Violet tried to hide the frown that creased along her smile as Tate pulled away. She had been thinking about what Charlee had told her, and she was planning on cornering Tate later.

…

It was in the middle of the night when Violet decided to put her plan into motion. Tate was lying beside her in their bed with his back towards her. She sat up and turned towards him, placing her hand on his shoulder. She pushed his shoulder down so that he was lying on his back.

"Tate." Violet whispered as she ran her fingers along his collarbone.

Tate's eyes popped open, and he sat up quickly. "Violet? What's wrong? Are you okay?" His hands were running over her body.

Violet laughed, catching Tate's hands in hers. "Tate, I'm fine! I'm fine."

Tate looked at her with a confused expression. "Then why are you awake? Are you hungry? I'll go get you something!" Tate threw the bed sheets off of his lap before jumping out of bed.

"Tate! Stop. I'm not hungry."

Tate turned around when he was almost to the bedroom door. "I'm confused." His words held more sleep in them then when he was panicked when he first woke up. He ran a hand over his face, yawning into his palm.

"Tate, come back to bed." Violet tried to sound seductive.

"What do you want, Violet? I'll get you anything."

"What I want is you." Violet's cheeks blushed.

Tate arched an eyebrow before he realized what Violet was saying. He shook his head. "No, Vi. I can't."

Violet huffed, getting frustrated. "Yes, you can."

"No. I don't want to hurt you or the baby."

"Didn't you listen to the doctor? He said that if we were gentle then everything would be fine."

"Vi…" Tate continued to shake his head.

"Tate Langdon!" Violet's voice rose in volume. "If you don't get into this bed and make love to me right now then I swear I'll get out of this bed and walk all of the way to Charlee's house!"

His eyes grew wide with the thought of Violet being on her feet for so long. It was an ultimatum that he couldn't refuse if he wanted Violet to be safe and healthy. Tate took a deep breath and moved to sit near Violet's feet at the end of the bed. Violet could see the look of desperation in his eyes, but it wasn't the kind of desperation that she craved. He looked like he had just found out that he had lost a loved one.

Violet felt her heart sink. "Don't you want me anymore?" Her voice squeaked halfway through her words because her eyes were filling with tears.

"Of course I do!" Tate leaned forward and brushed a few tears off of Violet's cheeks. "Baby, please don't cry. I'm sorry. I'm a dick."

"It's just that you've barely touched me since we've found out that I'm pregnant. I understand that you don't want to hurt me or the baby, but the doctor said it was fine. I don't know why you don't want to because I want you so badly. I need you."

Tate pulled Violet into his arms, holding her as best he could as her belly created space between them. Violet buried her face into the crook of his neck. His hands ran in soothing circles over her back. "Shh…" He whispered. "I do want you, Violet. I always do. I didn't make a move on you because I didn't want to pressure you if you didn't want to. I'm sorry. I know I've been too overprotective."

Violet leaned back and looked into Tate's eyes. "I love that you're overprotective. You're going to be a great dad. I just need you to realize that I'm going to be careful because I want Nathan to be safe too. I would never do anything to jeopardize his future."

"I know, I know. I love you." Tate whispered.

Violet smiled and took Tate's face in her hands. "I love you, too." Tate smiled and leaned in closer, closing the space between their lips.

…

"Promise me that we will never go that long with making love again." Violet let out a deep breath and a short laugh.

Tate propped his head up on his hand, looking down at Violet. "Promise. Promise, promise." He smiled, leaning forward to press a kiss on Violet's red lips.

Violet ran her fingers through Tate's curls, smiling up at him. "Thank you." She whispered.

Tate chuckled, shaking his head. "No, thank you for breaking me out of my crazy overprotective shell. We needed this."

"We did. I've never been happier, Tate. I swear. Everything in our lives right now… It's perfect."

Tate's smile creased dimples into his cheeks. "I couldn't agree more. Nathan is going to be one lucky kid." Tate chuckled, pulling Violet into his arms.

Author's note: 1. I want to thank Alice (Evansboner) for giving me one of the ideas used in this chapter. : ) 2. I hope you enjoyed this happy and fluffy chapter. 3. I will apologize now for the next chapter… O_O