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Silence: Hi, love. Thank you for the review. Yes, it's difficult for him to face all those people. Who knows what it might happen, eh? Hope you like this chapter too.

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Chapter 35

Few weeks later

Julia was alone in the house, reading a book while sitting in the couch. Mort had gone to New York to meet his agent and new publisher. She had decided to stay home. Long rides with the car tired her really easily lately. They had gone to the doctor and the pregnancy was going real well. Mort had been very excited about the baby lately. He would stare at her belly for hours without speaking and he would smile. He would be nervous if a wince became visible on her face and he would fuss about it for hours while she would try to calm him down.

As a result of his constant worrying he wasn't sleeping well at nights and he usually stood awake, watching over her as she slept.

She had been alone all day and it was getting late. She closed the book she was reading, checked if the door was locked after looking out of the window. She walked up the stairs and entered the bathroom, unbuttoning her flowery dress in the process. The summer was finally there and it was all the more uncomfortable for her with the heat. She closed the bathroom door and turned on the water, cold and hot until it felt warm enough. She took off the rest of her clothing and entered the bathtub, sinking into the warm water and bubbles. She smiled contently and leaned back against the tub, her hands tapping gently her swollen stomach. She was almost seven months and she had gained a little bit of weight. A few days ago she had to buy new clothes because she didn't fit in the old ones anymore.

She took the sponge and lathered it before rubbing it over her arms. When she was done with her body she washed her hair and she stopped in mid-action when she heard the front door closing loudly. Realizing it was probably Mort she resumed the rinsing of her hair but yelped and jumped when the bathroom door opened, banging against the wall of the bathroom. She opened her eyes and saw Mort standing in the doorway, breathing heavily from running up the stairs.

"Mort…hi…are you alright?" she asked as she rubbed her eye that was stinging because of the shampoo.

"I…hi…" he managed as his eyes looked angry and sad.

"Did something happen…wait…don't tell me. I have to get all this soap out of my eyes first…" she muttered as she washed her face with water, wincing as her eyes still stung.

She became alarmed when she heard shuffling and shoes hitting the floor of the bathroom. She cracked one eye open and saw Mort in the process of taking off his clothes.

"M…Mort…what are you doing…?" she gasped as he fumbled with his belt and zipper. He remained silent and only stared at her with his brown eyes.

"I am still in the tub…how…" she trailed off when she realized that he was not intending on taking a shower. He finally removed the rest of his clothing and threw his glasses away before getting in the water with her. He took hold of her wrist and pulled her forward, crashing her against his chest roughly and she panicked.

"Mort…? Mort wait…tell me what happened." She wiggled against him as he backed her to the cold wall of the bathroom.

"What happened….? Nothing that I wasn't expecting…gossips…remarks…" he trailed off in a hoarse voice as he kissed her forcefully, making her cry out.

"Let's talk then…"

"I don't wanna talk…I just want you to make me feel better…Won't you, Julie…? Tell me you'll make it all better…" he whispered against her mouth as his knee parted her legs and he settled between them with a soft moan.

"Of course I will…but not like this…let's talk." She insisted as his mouth latched on the skin of her neck, his hands pressing against her hips.

"No…no…I don't want to…" he mumbled, looking lost and she cursed who ever made him like that in one day.

"Mort…stop…look at me…" she said cupping his face but he shook his head, reaching for her with his lips again, his hands trying to force her legs around his waist.

"Mort…stop…"

"Stop saying that word!" he barked suddenly, looking into her eyes. She froze and inhaled sharply.

"Mort…I …"

"Stop making me feel like you don't want me!" he said throatily and her eyes widened.

"What? Of course I do…it's not that…Remember what the doctor said? You have to talk for whatever worries you. This is no way of…of making things go away." She said as she moved his hair back from his face. He swallowed and looked away, her legs slipping from his hold as he remained still between her legs.

"Mort…did the publisher say no…?" she asked and he nodded mutely, slightly shivering against her. She sighed and placed her hands on his shoulders; bringing him closer to her, enveloping him in her embrace tightly. He hugged her back, moving her body away from the cold tile wall, his head tucked under her chin.

"No one is going to take me seriously again…" he murmured against her skin.

"Of course they will. It was just one person, love…" she whispered, her wet skin colliding with his hair, soaking it as well.

He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, pressing closer against her.

"You're so warm." He stated and she chuckled.

"Mort, I'm soaked with water…"

"You're still warm…" he whispered, raising his head to look at her. He pulled her back from the tub and reached for a towel to dry her skin. He wrapped it around her and embraced her again, her stomach nestled between them and he smiled softly.

"I am sorry…"

"Stop saying that you're sorry. You say it every time you snap at me. You don't have too." She said shaking her head. He gulped and nodded.

"Will you…will you come to bed with me?" he asked hesitantly and she nodded.

"Aren't you hungry…? I ate but there is still food…"

"I'm not hungry." He whispered as they entered the bedroom.

"Okay…" she said as she sat down on the bed and he followed her, skin still bare. He climbed onto the bed and pulled her close, kissing the top of her head.

"You shouldn't worry about things like that." She said softly.

"I have another meeting with another publisher next week." He whispered and she smiled.

"See? That one will agree." She said, brushing her finger over his lips tenderly. He kissed it as it passed over his mouth and she chuckled.

"Silly man…" she whispered as she lean up to kiss his mouth. He closed his eyes at the contact and stroked her back with the palm of his hand.

"Did I hurt you before? I mean…I gripped your hand so hard I…" he trailed off miserably.

"You didn't hurt me…" she said, cupping his cheek. She kissed him again and pressed closer to him. She gasped as she felt his hands going under her towel to caress her back and thighs gently before settling on her belly. He moaned into her mouth and pulled her forward onto his lap. He sat up on the bed and placed his hands on her lower back as she took hold of his shoulders to hold herself against him. Her long legs went around his waist and he groaned as he was enveloped in warmth again. His head fell onto her shoulder, his hands still on her back. She pecked his cheek and laid her head against his shoulder too.

"Maybe I should come with you next week…" she said tentatively and he nodded eagerly against her.

"Yes…yes…please…" he said softly, kissing the skin just below her ear.

"What do I get?" she said teasingly and he shrugged.

"Anything you want." Was his plain reply and she smiled softly.

"Mort…what am I going to do with you?" she whispered, tangling her fingers in his hair.

"Love me." He whispered, moving his hands on her hips and pressing her deliberately down against him. She yelped and gasped and moved back to look at him.

"Will you?" he whispered in a husky voice and she blinked.

"Mort…aren't you tired?" she asked and he shook his head, pressing against her himself and she gasped again, her fingers clenching in his hair.

"I need you, Julie…let me feel you…" he whispered in her ear and she shivered.

She nodded and he groaned as he backed towards the headboard and leaned back against it, bringing her closer. He kissed her lips hungrily as his hands roamed her back and legs. He placed his hands on her thighs and arranged her against him before pressing upwards with a gasp, clutching her to him tightly.

That night he fell asleep like a baby while she stood wide awake thinking about him and his worries.

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Julia woke up to the smell of eggs and coffee. She had slept only a few hours that night and when she opened her eyes she closed them again. She rubbed them and moved around the bed in search of her robe. Once she found it she put it on and stood up, walking out of the room. She walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. Mort was there making breakfast.

"Hi, Mort…" she said softly with a smile and he turned towards her. He smiled at her lovingly and winked.

"Good morning…sit down. Your eggs are ready." He said as he placed a plate in front of her.

"Are you feeling okay?" he asked and she nodded, taking a sip from the coffee.

"I am okay…my feet hurt a bit and I …"

"You didn't sleep well…I worried you, didn't I? Me and my crap…" he hissed to himself as he sat down next to her.

"Mort…it's not your fault…but I just don't like seeing you like that…Please don't scare me again…" she whispered and he swallowed with difficulty before nodding slowly.

"I won't… and I am sorry for…for forcing you into…"

"You didn't force me into anything."

"Not in the bed but before I…" he said shaking his head.

"But you didn't." she said squeezing his hand affectionately. He looked up at her and smiled hopefully.

"You're not angry at me?"

"Of course I'm not." She said chuckling.

"The baby too?" he asked and she frowned in confusion.

"Why would the baby be mad at you?" she asked with her head cocked to the side.

"Everything you feel …it can feel it too, right?" he asked timidly and she smiled.

"I am sure the baby is not angry at you at all. How could it be? But it is hungry." She said laughing and he grinned, kissing her hand gently.

"Eat then." He said, letting go of her hand.

They ate in silence until Mort spoke.

"I…I am going to arrange the papers for the wedding tomorrow…Is it okay with you?" he asked and she beamed.

"Yes."

"That's good." He said with a silly grin as he stared into her eyes and she laughed warmly at his lovesick expression. He might be vulnerable but she loved him all the same. That was a fact.

End of chapter 35

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