"I can't believe he said your name?"

"Yeah, honey. How weird is that?" She put the last of his shirts on a hanger and in his closet. He was finally unpacked and moved in. Grace had left after breakfast, deciding she would stay with Karen for a few nights. At that point in time, all four friends were living in the same place. "We only went on a few dates. It's not like we really had anything."

"Grace was talking about moving back to my old apartment with Jack. I think it'll be good for her, maybe for him too." She walked over to the bed, where he was sitting, and flopped down next to him.

"Jack's fun to live with, I'm sure she'll be fine."

"Hey, I'm fun to live with too." He broke their little sad moment with a sort of joke, and she smiled. He leaned over and kissed her, brushing her bottom lip with the tip of his tongue. She pulled him close when he tried to break the kiss and pushed him down onto his back. Her legs were on either side of him, and her hands made their way down his chest, unbuttoning his shirt.

"You're fun to do a lot of things with." Her words were muffled as she kissed his neck, licking and biting his flesh. He took a deep breath.

"You are too, but I thought we couldn't yet." He took her wrists in his hands and stopped her ministrations.

"Oh, I'm sure it'll be fine, honey." She pecked his lips again and wiggled a little on top of him. "Come on."

"The doctor said…"

"We could when I felt ready." She freed her wrists and ran her hands through his hair. "I think you know how ready I am."

"I don't want to hurt you."

"I'll tell you if you do, okay?" She teased his lips with the tip of her tongue, hoping to persuade him. He took her tongue in his mouth and rolled them over, pinning her to the mattress. He was hesitant at first, but once she reached down his pants and took him in her hand, he loosened up. She moved her hand, and smiled as he sighed in her ear.

He reached to pull his pants off, tossing them to the floor, as she lifted her dress above her hips. He mounted her once again and their lips met. The feeling of his hands over her breasts made her quietly moan into his mouth. He reached up to her shoulders and pushed his hands under the fabric of her dress, pulling it down her arms to reveal her bra clad chest. He ran his hands up her thighs to remove her panties, sliding them down her legs. He didn't even bother to remove her dress, which was limply resting around her stomach, as he removed his boxers and slowly entered her.

She gasped, his entrance causing her a slight bit of pain. He didn't move, allowing her to get used to him. Her hands were tightly gripping his shoulders and she bit her bottom lip to ease the pain. When she felt she was ready, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, his signal to move. He slowly began to thrust, and she held him close with her arms.

"Are you okay, sweetie?" She whimpered, feeling as if she was being ripped apart on the inside. Perhaps she wasn't ready after all.

"No, honey, please stop." Her voice came in a rush, a painful sound. He stopped moving instantly and she let out a deep breath. "I'm sorry, Will, I…"

"Don't worry." He pecked her lips and pulled out of her body, slowly, as if she were going to break. She appreciated his care, but felt horrible for the fact that she led him on. That wasn't his main interest at the moment, though. He was more concerned for her well-being. Once he rolled off her, she sat up on the bed, running her hands over her face. "Karen, it's alright. We can wait."

"You want me to…"

"No, I want to wait for you." He knew she would ask a question she had asked before, and his answer was still no. He didn't want her to worry about pleasuring him, when she couldn't get any of her own. She gave him an innocent smile, genuine, and she reached down to grab her panties from the floor.

"Damn it, I'm bleeding again." She thought it had ceased, but she was apparently mistaken. She rushed to the bathroom, pulling the sleeves of her dress over her shoulders along the way. When she returned to him, she only shrugged before walking to the bed and joining him under the covers. "I'm sorry."

"Stop apologizing." He smiled and pulled her close. "I love you way too much to base our entire relationship on sex."

"You're sweet to me, honey." He placed a kiss to the top of her head.

"It's hard for me to be any other way to you."

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Karen watched as Emily's eyes darted about the room, curiously. She was sitting on the floor in her living room, flipping through television channels as her baby lay on a soft blanket next to her. She had a cushy toy in her hand and she was slobbering all over it. Karen smiled.

"Is that good?" She took the toy in between her fingers and pulled it from the child's mouth, tapping it to her chin. She smiled and kicked her legs at the attention. Karen looked at the clock and stood. "It's time to eat anyway." She lifted the baby from the ground and they went to the kitchen for a bottle.

"Karen?" She turned when she heard her name being called from the entryway of her home. When she walked to see who it was her heart began to beat faster. The woman always made her a little nervous. "Mrs. Truman, what are you doing here?"

"Well, you've been a mother for a whole month, and I am here to see how it's treating you." She looked her up and down, sort of judgmentally. She was wearing a pair of loose fitting pants, a baby puke covered tee shirt, a thick rimmed pair of glasses, and her hair was falling out of a ponytail. Marilyn shook her head. "You look terrible, dear."

"What do you expect?" She rolled her eyes. "Who do I have to impress?"

"Will's graduating class." She opened a small invitation in front of Karen's face for her to read. "The reunion is in a week, I got the invitation by mistake."

"He hasn't said anything to me. How do I even know he wants to go?"

"He's successful and his girlfriend is a rich socialite, he'll want to go. Now, give me that baby and go get dressed. We have some shopping to do."

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They returned two hours later, each exhausted from the trip. Marilyn had insisted that Karen try on every dress they found, shoes to match. She ended up spending more money than she meant to, but she satisfied her lover's mother in the process.

"Do you want to stay for dinner? Chef could probably whip something up for us."

"Will doesn't cook?"

"Not when we have guests. I'm going to go lay her down." She lifted her daughter and took her sleeping form to the nursery. When she returned downstairs, the monitor in hand, she found Will speaking with his mother on the couch. "Hi, honey. How was work?" He smiled and stood to peck her lips.

"It was the same as usual. You're wearing your contacts, and you're dressed. What have you two been doing?"

"Oh, William, you've received an invitation for your class reunion, and I took Karen shopping for a dress." She stood from the couch and hugged her son, pecked Karen's cheek. "I would have loved to stay for dinner, but I'm meeting your brother in a half hour." And she left, just as quickly as she had entered, with such a presence about her.

"Your mother wore me out." She smiled and stood on her tiptoes to give him a proper greeting, brushing her lips across his. "Now, tell me you want to go because that shopping trip couldn't have been for nothing."

"Who are we going to get to watch Emily?"

"We can't take her with us?" She pouted, her bottom lip sticking out further than usual. He smiled and kissed her again.

"They say the first time you leave your kid with someone else is the most difficult."

"If that's true, I get to drink that night."