A/N 50 chapters, huh? Boy, Sookie and Eric do waffle on a bit, don't they :) Rest assured, at some point in the near future we will skip a bit of time of the pregnancy, once we've got the initial adjustments to it under control and it's business as usual. Then when this stories done, well I have LOTS of ideas. Really, tons of them. But I am always open to suggestions. Lots of what I have written has been suggested by things people have said in reviews or elsewhere, so feel free to have your say and let me know if there's anything you want to read about. I wouldn't have got this far without you guys all sticking with these characters so I'm more than happy to return that favour and share with you what I know about their history.

Disclaimer: Not mine, but they do tell me all their secrets!

EPOV

Friday started off kind of good, when a couple of delivery guys arrived at the office with all the lingerie I'd ordered for Sookie. When I sized up the packages I realised there was every possibility I'd gone fucking over-board, but I wasn't sure what she'd like, and figured she could maybe send some back. Plus, of course, it was good to show her just how much was available on the internet, if you actually looked for it.

I was reaping the benefits of Sookie's sudden change in sex-drive. Every time I thought I had the hang of this pregnancy thing, it all changed on me. One minute Sookie was falling asleep on the couch every night and the next she wants to jump me as soon as I look at her. I didn't really want to complain, but I was definitely the one who was feeling tired now. Fuck, the last time we'd had this much sex I hadn't been working, it had been in that nice vacation period we'd had when I first arrived. I hadn't had to get up and go to work every fucking day. It was taking it out of me.

Although it was pretty cool all the same. The bump certainly made it interesting and meant we'd had to try a few different positions. I was getting really attached to that bump. I'd come home on Thursday and Sookie had been wearing a very tight t-shirt and it was suddenly so prominent and just, there. Fuck. I kind of hoped she'd go out like that, because, really, I was fucking proud of that bump. I figured I'd had quite a bit to do with its existence, after all. I guess it was proof of my virility or something, but whatever it was, I fucking liked it.

So I hadn't exactly been doing a lot of work in the office on Friday morning. Mostly I'd been making use of my unlimited coffee refills from the café next door, and I'd been reading up on car safety reports, which was about all my brain could handle. I was fucking grateful I hadn't set up any client meetings all over Auckland, like I had the previous week. So I was kind of glad of the break when the realtor I'd been dealing with, Maudette Pickens, called me and asked if I wanted to view some properties with her. I figured I might as well, given I was actually getting fuck all done in the office.

I walked up to Maudette's office in the Village and she grabbed a pile of papers and some keys and we headed out to her car which was parked around the back.

"So have you been to many open homes yet, Eric?" she asked me, as she started the car.

"No. Not really. I…uh, well I just haven't had the time." Plus the fact it was going to be fucking hard to hide the fact I was doing that from Sookie on a Saturday.

"Well, they can be very busy of course. It's probably just as easy to take a look around when there's no one else there."

We were quiet for a while and I looked out the window of the car. Really, the first clue I got that maybe Maudette hadn't quite absorbed my requirements for a house was when we drove along Mt Eden Road and right past the end of our street, heading up the hill and continuing on past the big Mt Eden sign on the side of the road.

Yeah, maybe Maudette hadn't quite grasped what it was I actually wanted. Eventually she pulled into the driveway of a large bungalow with a very manicured front garden. I got out of the car and looked around.

"What suburb is this, Maudette?" I asked her, across the roof of the car.

"Oh, um. Well, it's Eden/Epsom border, really…."

"Uh-huh. What's the high school zone?"

"Oh. Well it's in-zone for Three Kings Primary school, and, um…Onehunga High…"

"Yeah. Not this one, then. Let's see the next one." I got back in the car.

"You don't even want to go in?" Maudette asked me, leaning into the car.

"Nope" I said. She got in and we set off again.

We drove on and ended up in the next road up from where we currently lived, looking at an almost identical bungalow. Sure, it was one street closer to the Mt Eden village, but I couldn't really see the point.

I did look through this one with Maudette though, and spent the time trying to ignore her rather enthusiastic chatter about how lovely the crown mouldings were. That may have been the case, but the renovations that had been done here were pretty crappy and the fourth bedroom was actually what Maudette called a sleep-out, which translated to a shed in the back garden. Yeah, no fucking point at all.

After that she took me to see what she described as a villa. It looked lovely from the outside, and was certainly more in the area I was interested in, but it had three fucking bedrooms, and when I asked about the possibility of extending it, Maudette got a little evasive and started talking about heritage streets. So we could scratch that one off the list too.

The next property was a villa as well, and it had already been renovated to a very, very high standard. It was beautiful, high ceilings, good-quality bathroom fittings. I was particularly taken with the size of the shower. It was everything I wanted.

But the price was fucking out of this world too. We'd be mortgaged to the fucking hilt, and that was assuming a bank was going to lend us that much money in the first place, given we were both self-employed.

The last property we looked at was a brand-new house they'd built in the middle of Mt Eden. The area looked OK, and the only problem seemed to be the huge pile of mud in the section next door which was about to be turned into a identical house to the one I was viewing.

"Now, I think, Eric" Maudette said, as we walked in "That you'll like this one. It has five bedrooms, two living areas, chef's kitchen, great indoor-outdoor flow and it's in the Grammar zone." She looked a little smug at finally having met all my requirements.

I wandered past the kitchen. I couldn't really tell if it was indeed a chef's kitchen, but everything looked pretty new and shiny. I carried on through the family room and stopped at the bi-fold doors that led to the backyard. Except that it wasn't a backyard. It was a paved courtyard, and the wall started about 10 feet from the fucking door.

I opened it and stepped outside. "So you get the, uh, morning sun out here" Maudette droned on, having followed me out. "Be nice sitting out here, having your morning coffee, wouldn't it?"

I looked down the side of the house. There was a narrow strip of grass with some stepping stones on it, and nothing else.

"There's no backyard" I said, walking back to Maudette.

"Oh, well there's no upkeep, is there?" she said, smiling brightly. "Much easier in the long term."

"Yeah, except that I have three kids, a trampoline and a playhouse that I have to find some space for. And this isn't enough space. There isn't even a washing line." I figured Sookie would be pleased I was noticing stuff like that. Once upon a time it never would have occurred to me to even fucking check, but times had changed, and fuck knows I didn't want to spend half of fucking winter living in a Chinese laundry because Sookie hated the dryer and we had to hang all the clothes inside.

"Oh, well you could put one in down the side there" Maudette said, helpfully, gesturing to where I'd just looked.

"Yeah, I don't think that will work. What else can you show me?"

Maudette looked a bit stunned. I guess she'd obviously thought that she'd found a winner with this place. "Um, well…" she shuffled through her sheets of paper. "Um…I'd have to check with a few other people and see if there are some others we could view…"

"You know what? Let's just call it quits for today. I need to get back to work."

"Oh, OK." We walked back through the house and Maudette locked it up, before we got back in her car and drove the couple of minutes back to her offices.

As we got out of the car, Maudette seemed to compose herself. "So, I'll keep an eye out for other properties in the area, shall I? And let you know when I have some others to view?"

I walked around the car to stand beside her. "You, uh, you get commission if you sell me a house, don't you Maudette?" I asked.

"Yes" she answered, slowly.

"Great" I replied, thinking that for once something in this fucking country made sense. "So let me give you something to help you." I pulled a sheet of paper out of my pocket. It was a map of an area of Mt Eden I'd printed out before I left to meet her.

"Can I borrow your pen?" I asked Maudette and she handed it over. I drew a circle around part of the map and wrote some prices on there. "This" I said, handing the paper to Maudette "Is where I want to live, and that's my price-range. Give me a call when you have something that meets those requirements."

Maudette studied what I'd given her. "That's not going to be easy, Eric" she said, looking back up at me.

I gave her the best smile I could manage under the circumstances. "Well, it wouldn't be the same, would it, if you didn't have to earn that commission?"

Maudette sighed, and I was pretty sure she was thinking a whole range of less than pleasant thoughts about me in that moment, but, fuck it; it might be a hard ask, but it wasn't an impossible one. Somewhere out there was a house for us.

I checked my phone on the walk back to the office. There was a message from Sookie, saying she'd rung the doctor's offices and got the full results of the CVS, which were all clear. Sam didn't have anything wrong with him. Well, nothing that showed up with any of the genetic tests they'd done, anyway.

I grabbed another coffee before I unlocked the office and sat back down at my desk. I still didn't really feel like doing any work and now, I just felt a bit…well, useless. Sam would be here in about…I tried to work it out in my head. In about 25 weeks anyway. Fuck. I really wanted to be doing something, anything to get ready for that.

I switched the computer back on. Maybe I'd concentrate on the car issue for now, I thought.

SPOV

I was slowly getting into the swing of hanging out with just Felicia again. Although slow didn't exactly describe anything Felicia wanted to do. Felicia wanted to pelt full speed through St Luke's when I went there to do some errands and it's not easy to chase her when you're carrying two of Eric's suits, a bag of library books and a baby. It wouldn't have been so bad if she'd at least pretend to be contrite when I finally caught up with her, but honestly, I think she just thought I was lame for not catching her quicker.

And then after we'd changed our library books, and dropped off the dry-cleaning and been to the chemist shop and wandered through Farmers to start stocking up on winter clothes for her and Amelia, well mainly Amelia, Felicia decided she was tired and needed to be carried for a bit.

It was actually all very, very familiar. I remembered that Amelia had been pretty much at the same stage when I was pregnant with Felicia. Now she was less interested in running away from me and far more interested in how babies were made. After the big revelation the night before she seemed to have dropped the subject, although I caught her glancing at me a few times over breakfast and I was pretty sure she still thought I was a slut. I wasn't sure how we were going to get past that one; I couldn't change what had happened for a start. We'd all just have to live with it.

You would think that running around a mall would have worn Felicia out, but it didn't, so naptime was a no-go this Friday, which was a pain in the bum, quite frankly. Mummy wanted a sit down and a nice cup of tea while watching TV. Mummy did not want to have to go out and play in the back garden.

Thankfully Riley appeared and I could dump Felicia over the fence for a bit and sit and chat to Halleigh. Ruby was walking now and followed Felicia around. Felicia looked annoyed at that, and kept saying "Go 'way baby!" to her. Yeah, being Amelia's little sister had definitely taught her to be kind and caring, that's for sure.

I'd had the final results back from the CVS and they were fine. These ones were for the really rare conditions, the ones very few people knew their baby had until it was born. But our baby didn't. We were very lucky.

Felicia and I picked Amelia up from school and I hoped I wouldn't hear any stories about her having told all the other kids how babies are made. She still seemed to have forgotten that conversation entirely, or maybe she was pretending it had never happened, but at any rate she had another concern. She'd just figured out that while she was at school, Felicia was home with me, some of the time anyway.

"Did Felicia go to daycare today?" she asked me, as we were walking across the school playground towards the gate.

"No, we went to St Luke's" I replied.

"Really? But I was at school."

"Yeah. You go to school every day of the week. Like Daddy goes to work."

Amelia thought about that one for a minute. "But you don't go to work every day?" she asked.

"No" I replied. "Sometimes I stay home."

"With Felicia?"

"With Felicia. She's too little for school."

"And you stay home to look after her?"

"Yeah."

"And…um, do the washing?"

"Yeah." I hoped I was making it all sound really boring and not like we were having a good time without her, at all.

"And you'll stay home with the new baby too?"

"Yeah. I will. The new baby will definitely need me; I'll probably have to stop going in to work for a while." I really needed to sort out some cover for that.

"Because the baby will be really little?"

"Yeah."

"Because it has to come out of your vagina?" Amelia asked, quite loudly. There was another mother nearby who turned around at that. Thankfully she wasn't anyone I knew.

"Yes, but that's…well, that's not something you really have to announce to everyone."

Amelia frowned. "Why?" she asked.

"Well, they know where a baby comes out, so, um, it's just not something we talk about."

"Well, if they know then why can't we say it?"

Bugger, that kind of stumped me. "We just don't" I tried. "It's not a part of, um, someone's body you really talk about."

"What?" Amelia asked, now completely baffled.

"Vagina" I half-whispered. God, this was worse than dealing with Eric and his whole 'tell me what you want' thing. At least that was in the privacy of our home. Not out in the street.

"But you said it's a body-part, like, you know, your hand or your leg, so we need to use the right word for it. I was just using the right word for it, like you said" Amelia huffed.

"Fine, Amelia" I replied, hoping she'd drop the subject.

"Vagina's just a word" Amelia tried. We'd talked about that when we'd gone through the book together. I'd tried not to make a big deal out of it all, but somehow she now thought it was all fair game.

"Yes, but it's the word to describe a private place on your body. And part of keeping it private is not shouting vagina at the top of your voice!" I was getting a bit loud now.

"I'm not shouting. You're shouting" Amelia huffed back at me. "You're shouting vagina!"

I decided to let that one go. It was pretty clear I wasn't going to win. Felicia, who had been trotting along in front of Amelia and I, turned around at that point. "'gina?" she asked. "'gina?"

Yeah, really wasn't going to win today.

After we'd all trudged home, I had to persuade Amelia to take off her school uniform, and then she and Felicia disappeared out to the playhouse to play schools. Things were relatively peaceful for about twenty minutes, and I got three-quarters of the way through my cup of tea, before I had to go and reiterate the rules of the playhouse. The trouble was that Amelia was keen on taking full advantage of the fact she was better able to argue her case and in the end, she just argued me into a corner. Felicia was literally sitting in the corner, yelling "'gina!" every so often, which I think was her way of letting us know she wasn't happy with the proceedings, but it was hard to get Amelia to back down once she had an idea in her head.

I ended up reminding Amelia that it was nice to share, tried to remind them that they had to split the playhouse evenly if they weren't going to play the same game, and crawled in so I could help rearrange the furniture to try to ensure it was all equally distributed. It was exhausting. Before I left them to it, I reminded Felicia that she hadn't liked it when Ruby busted into her games, so try not to be too annoying. Felicia just looked blank at that one. I told Amelia that she was the bigger sister and sometimes had to be the bigger person. She looked like she wanted to have a ten minute debate on that topic, so I tried to just back away at that point, with her still talking to me.

I just didn't know how Eric got them all to shut up and behave quite so effectively.

By the end of all of this I was pretty tired, so I rang Eric again. This time he answered his phone. "Can you bring dinner home?" I asked him, "I'm too stuffed to cook."

"Yeah, sure. What do you want me to get?" he asked.

"KFC" I replied. I really, really wanted KFC.

"Really?" Eric asked. "But you never want KFC, Sookie. Are you sure?"

I sighed. "It's not me, it's the baby. The baby wants KFC. I'm just the food delivery mechanism."

"Uh-huh. Sure you are. Well, if that's what you want…"

"What the baby wants, Eric. What your baby, with it's American DNA wants."

"Yeah…OK. I'll buy your story, Sookie. Sure I will."

"It's true!" Eric gave up arguing with me at that point and just said he'd be home soon.

And he did as I'd asked and brought KFC with him. The kids were pretty excited at fast food they didn't normally get arriving in the house, and Bob was very enthusiastic about the smell. So enthusiastic, in fact, that he tried to cut Eric off as he was coming in the front door and Eric's arrival was pretty much announced by the shout of "Fuck OFF, Bob!" from the hallway. Poor Bob, he'd thought all his Christmases had arrived at once and it wasn't his fault that it was being delivered by Eric and not Santa.

Eric didn't say anything else about my choice of food but he did make a comment on how much of it I'd managed to eat, as we were clearing away what was left. "It was the baby, Eric. The baby ate that much of it. Actually, the baby eats a lot. Like you. Shit, how much did you eat as a teenager?" I had a sudden vision of all the food Jason could put away when he was growing up and I wondered if size made a difference. Eric could eat a fair amount now…so, crap. I might be doomed to having one of those houses where the teenage boy ate everything going. My grocery bill was going to be enormous.

"Um…I don't really know" Eric said, shrugging, before he bent down to put some dishes in the dishwasher.

And then I had another thought. "Who fed you, anyway?" I didn't mean it to sound quite that blunt, but if he didn't have a mother and his father was next to useless then what had Eric been eating. I was really curious.

I put some of the leftover chicken on a plate for Bob, who was winding around my legs, while I waited for Eric to answer. He straightened up and stared at the wall. "Well, you know.." he began. "I, uh, well I fed myself. I liked cornflakes. I ate a lot of sandwiches. TV dinners. And then, you know, I had friends. Their moms would feed me."

"So, what? You just used to follow other guys home from school and stay in the hope you'd get dinner?"

Eric shrugged. "Sometimes. The best ones were the kids who had large families anyway. They didn't normally notice an extra person at dinner."

"Oh, OK." I was suddenly wondering whether I was not only going to give birth to someone who was likely to eat everything in sight, but whether his mates were going to come home with him and help too. I wondered how many loaves of bread you'd have to buy a week.

"Don't worry, Sookie" Eric said, putting his arm around my shoulders. "I don't think Sam's going to come out and start fighting you for the last drumstick."

"Yeah…I guess I've got a few years."

"You can stock the freezer for him."

"Uh-huh. And you know we haven't actually picked a name yet, don't you?" Eric shrugged. "So find the book and we'll make that list." Eric ignored that completely and just asked who was going to put the kids to bed.

As the night wore on Eric started to get antsy about going to bed. I'd done bathtime and story for a change, and afterwards Eric and I had sat in the living room watching TV. But he'd started to ask repeatedly about whether or not we were going to bed soon, and I was really enjoying the program I was watching, and really really enjoying the fact I wasn't nodding off in the middle of it. I'd obviously created a monster by having all that sex with him. Now he was starting to expect it.

"Soon. When this finishes" I told him, when he asked for about the fifteenth time whether it was bedtime yet. He was hopeless. It was like dealing with the kids when they wanted something.

"But there's something I want to show you. In the bedroom" he'd replied.

"I know what it is, and I've seen it. It's very nice, and maybe you can show it to me later on, but, right now, I'm watching this."

Eric pouted a bit. "It's just a stupid cooking show" he mumbled. "There'll be another cooking show on tomorrow night."

"No, this is Masterchef, and if I don't watch I don't find out who's going to be eliminated."

"Well, I'm making coffee then, because that's the only fucking thing that's going to keep me awake for this" Eric wandered off to the kitchen and came back after a while with his coffee and a cup of tea for me. He sighed and looked at the screen. "Has anyone set fire to anything yet?" he asked. "Or cut a finger off?"

"No" I said, "But they had a really interesting trip to the seafood market and now I'm wishing I could eat sashimi again."

"Uh-huh. That's really fascinating, Sookie. Really fucking fascinating."

"Oh, shut up. Not everything has to involve blood, death and gore to be interesting."

"Yeah, but how interesting is it really, watching a housewife from…fuck, I can't even pronounce that place name, roast a chicken. If I'm going to watch anyone roast a chicken I want it to be you, because then at least I'll get to eat the fucking thing at the end of it. This whole show is just a fucking tease."

"Really? You're that hungry? After we had all that KFC for dinner?" I asked Eric. "And she's from Eketahuna. Eh-kit-ah-hoo-nah. It's not that difficult."

"No, I'm not hungry. I just…well, someone ate all the chicken."

"I said it was the baby, and that's the story I'm sticking to."

"You do that Sookie."

We sat there in a silence for a bit, watching the TV and the contestants on Masterchef struggling with their challenge. After a while Eric said "That doesn't look right, what she did to those prawns."

"No" I agreed. "I don't think it is"

"I think she'll be eliminated" Eric said. "She's totally fucked it up now, look."

"Yeah, but the other guy, the weedy one from the Shore, he's going to run out of time to get everything done. He spent too long at the start faffing around with the preparation."

"No, it'll definitely be her. She'll give someone food poisoning and that's bound to do it."

"Well, we'll just wait and see, shall we Eric? I think I know what the judges are looking for."

Bugger it, but he was right. At the end the under-cooked prawns got the slightly tearful woman who cooked them booted off, and the guy who faffed around got to stay. Eric tried not to look too gleeful, but failed miserably.

"What do you want?" I asked him.

"Bedroom. Now" he said, grabbing my hand and pulling him along behind him. I had just enough time to grab the remote and turn the TV off, he wasn't hanging about at all.

Probably because he knew it was Grey's Anatomy on next.

Not that I was really complaining about being dragged off to the bedroom to have sex. I was really, really keen on sex at the moment. I'd heard about the phenomenon of pregnant women getting really horny, but I'd never experienced it myself, until now. It was kind of weird, but kind of nice at the same time.

If I didn't think about what my body looked like, of course.

But when we got to the bedroom I wasn't quite prepared for what was all over the bed. Lingerie, and lots of it, in just about every colour under the sun. I wasn't sure what to say. What good was it going to do me at this point?

I looked at Eric and he was just beaming at me. I figured I'd better say something. "Thank-you" I tried.

"You like it?"

"It's lovely…it's just…" I picked one of the bras up, and suddenly twigged. It was maternity lingerie. All of it. In my stupid, ridiculous, honking great bra size and everything. "Where did it come from?" I asked Eric, still holding the bra I'd picked up.

"Well" Eric began, moving some of the stuff to clear a space so he could sit down on the bed. "There's this wonderful invention called the in-ter-net, Sookie, and people go there to…"

I cut him off. "Yeah, very funny. But you got all this sent over from the States?"

"Nope. It's from New Zealand."

"Really? I didn't know." I didn't either. It never occurred to me to look for stuff on-line, mainly because I could never find anything I liked, or liked when it arrived. I preferred actually seeing and touching what I was spending my money on, and not having to worry about somehow returning it to a warehouse in Palmerston North if it turned out to be totally different to what I thought it was going to be like.

"Yes, see in a small environment like New Zealand, it's a valid distribution strategy to sell on-line, where the overheads are minimal and…"

"Yeah, I get the picture Eric. Thank-you!"

"Well, I'm just making sure you really do, Sookie"

I looked through the stuff laid out on the bed, while Eric watched me. "So…is it OK, then?" he asked me. He sounded slightly less confident than he had when he'd been lecturing me on the wonders of the internet and the New Zealand retail environment.

"Yeah, it's great."

"So…do I get a fashion show, then?"

"You want me to put it all on? For you?"

"Yeah. You'll have to try it on anyway. It'll be like the Victoria's Secret show. Except it's in my bedroom." He got himself into a comfortable position, leaning back against the pillows.

"Yeah, and instead of Heidi whatsherface, you get me. Can you even believe she's had four kids?"

Eric shrugged. "I'd rather have you" he said.

"Yeah, but you're kind of stuck with me now." I pulled off my t-shirt and stared down at the bump. "With both of us."

"Yep."

"And one of us eats a lot."

"Sam won't mind. He might even be proud to have the mother who can put away half a bucket of KFC on her own."

"I didn't eat that much" I mumbled.

"So it wasn't Sam then?" Eric asked.

"Shut up and watch your show" I said, unhooking the rather sad, old, tired bra I was wearing and trying on something in a kind of purple with a lot of lace. "It's really pretty" I said, when I had it on. I looked down to see how it fitted. Actually, pretty well I thought.

"So are you" Eric said. I looked up, expecting to see he'd been staring at my boobs too, but he wasn't. He was looking at my face. Damn him. The heat started behind my eyes.

"Oh no, no lip wobbling, or chewing, or rapid-blinking, or crying, please!" Eric said, coming over to put his arms around me. "These were meant to be cheer-up presents, not make-Sookie-cry presents."

"Sorry" I mumbled into his chest. "They're all lovely. And so are you. And I'm hormonal."

"That's OK" Eric said. "But just, can we get the horny hormones back again, because I liked them better?"

I smiled and looked up him. "Even if I chase you round?"

"Especially if you chase me round. Hey, try on the nightgown." Eric picked up a pink, lace negligee from the pile of stuff on the bed.

"You really like these pull-down cups, don't you, Eric?"

"They are a fucking fantastic invention, Sookie. I think we can both agree on that." I stopped crying and started laughing. And then I tried the nightie on. The cups did indeed pull down.

Later on, as Eric lay behind me in bed, investigating the cups on my new nightie more thoroughly, I thought I'd try to tackle him on the name thing again.

"So I thought of a name, for the list. Despite the fact we can't find the book" I said.

"Mmm?" Eric replied, wiggling his hand in so he could get a better grip on my boob.

"Yeah, Daniel. Then he could be Dan. I like that one. Still not sure about Sam, although I notice you're attached to it." It seemed to come up a lot, but honestly, I thought we could do better.

"Mmm" Eric said, kind of thoughtfully. "It rhymes."

"What?"

"Samuel-Sam and Daniel-Dan. They rhyme."

"Well, we're not going to use them at the same time. They're just, um, options."

"Yeah. But if it just rhymes with Sam I can't see the point of having both of them." Eric started playing with my nipple, which was kind of distracting.

"So, what you're saying is that your choice is better?"

"I just like Sam. It fits him" Eric said, nuzzling my neck. My head was going a bit fuzzy now. He was very distracting. "So these horny hormones of yours" Eric asked "are they still in charge of you?"

"I guess" I said, leaning back so I was pushing my bum against his groin.

"So you'd be up for trying again then?" Eric said, as he started to rub his groin against me.

"You are?" I asked, although there was definitely some evidence he was. "I thought you were complaining you were worn out from running away from me?'

"Mmm, I've got my second-wind I think" Eric said rolling me over to face him, and taking my exposed nipple in his mouth.

"Well, OK then" I replied, forgetting entirely that I was trying to discuss names with Eric. We had a few months though, I figured. It wasn't like we had to decide already. Eventually, we'd find a name for the baby.

A/N Chemist shop is the name for a pharmacy.

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