Chapter 19

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A/N: Thank you for the reviews, it really helped light the fire under my ass. Hope you guys enjoy the chapter! Sorry for any typos, my duck kept running across my laptop and typing random buttons

Previously...

"Chloe, I want to be your first time, but we are missing a very important factor of sex." Derek said between deep breaths.

"What do you mean?"

"Lube, we need lube or you'll bleed, a lot." He mumbled, his soft gaze met mine.

"You sound like you do this a lot."

"Well, I was in medical school ding dong, and my fiance was the only person I've been with so far. I'm not much more experienced than you."

"There's no rush, but how do we obtain lube?" I asked.

"Coconuts!" He smiled, then kissed my lips gently. "We can make some coconut oil tomorrow morning, and see how you feel about it tomorrow, ok?"

"My mind won't change." I whispered against his lips.

LPOV

Week 13

"Lauren? Are you ok in there?" I heard a booming voice from outside the bathroom door, I sighed and looked down at the two foolish pink lines. Pregnant.

"Yeah, I'm fine Jimmy," I gritted my teeth and capped the stick. This was not what I anticipated. I opened the door to meet Jimmy's concerned gaze, his five o'clock shadow already popping through.

"We might have a problem," I whispered and placed the test in his hand. His eyes left mine and down to our entangled hand, I watched as his eyes widened in shock.

"How?"

"From sex, Jimmy." I muttered halfheartedly.

"No shit, I meant… I thought we were being careful-" I cut him off with a sharp laugh, being careful was something we both lacked lately.

"Sorry, but rubbers haven't been on the list in awhile. We fucked up, and it's okay." I smiled, maybe this was supposed to happen?

"What are we going to do with it?"

"What do you mean?" I searched his face but it was unreadable, goddamn detectives.

"A kid is a lot to raise at our age."

"I'm only thirty-four! I'm not ancient! Jesus Christ, James!" I felt rage bubble in my chest, I pushed him aside and headed towards the kitchen.

"I don't want kids, Lauren." He announced. I looked back at him, his tall figure glowering in the doorway. Anger was radiating off of him, and I froze in my path.

"Then leave."

Week 47 - LPOV

I waddled into the shrinking kitchen, or maybe I was the bigger one. Steve sat at the table reading instructions on a baby swing. He looked up and smiled when he saw the box I was holding, Chloe's old stuffed animals. I was surprised he kept them all after all the moves and then her moving out.

"I'm really glad you kept these," I whispered as I placed them onto the counter, fluffing the plush giraffe on top.

"When she got sick I made sure to keep a stash in my closet, in case she didn't make it. I wanted something to remember her by, and I went overboard." He shoved the falling hair out of his face and gave me a small smile. It had been nearly eight months since we called off the search, six since Steve started talking to me again.

"Thank you for helping me through all of this, I really appreciate it even though I have been a living hell for you since Jenny passed." Steve chuckled and walked over to me, his hand resting gently on my belly, the little boy in there danced at the touch.

"He'll be the best payback, trust me." His attention turned back to this instruction manual he had been reading earlier. "Everything is getting fancier and fancier, what happened to the old-fashioned swings?"

"It's what was given to me at the baby shower, it can't be that hard!" I giggled and brought the box of plushies to the nursery. The light green walls instantly calmed me as I walked in, the big arched windows allowing natural light to flood it. I took a glance around the nearly finished room, the crib sat in the corner next to the rocking chair. His changing table was jungle themed and I couldn't get enough of the tiny monkeys carved into the wood.

Steve strolled in holding another box full of baby clothes, the nurses at the hospital went ape shit on baby clothes. I watched as he placed the box on top of the others and observed the mess of clothes on the floor.

"Have you packed your hospital bag yet?" he asked.

"Not yet, I have a couple weeks left to organize everything." He smiled and shook his head.

"You Fellows girls have a knack of going into labour earlier, even your mother told me you all were early. Just be prepared, Lauren."

"Duly noted, Steven." I muttered.

"Any closer to a name? I heard around the hospital that you were thinking of naming him Maurice?"

"Where did you hear that from?" I laughed and shook my head, gossip was pretty tame these days at the hospital. "I'm thinking Benjamin or Benson, those are the two I'm stuck on, any input will be noted and possibly discarded."

"Benjamin sounds right." Steve whispered, his eyes catching the picture of Chloe and I when she was four.

"She's here with us-"

"Please Lauren." His eyes grew cold and he shrugged his coat on, grief was not being easy on him. He wouldn't talk about her, he wouldn't talk about a burial sight, he was pushing it all down.

"I'll see you later, let me know if you need anything." He turned to leave and I felt the familiar panic every time he left.

"Then I need you to stay Steve, please." He turned with a confused look, his eyes darting around the room.

"For what?" I sighed when he took a step forward and tossed his coat on the chair.

"Me?"

DPOV

Week 47

I weaved in the trees trying to get the nuisance that barged into the caves last night, that fucking bore was back. It's ear piercing squeal echoed throughout the woods, teasing me. I heard another one, but this one sounded more human, Chloe?

I ran faster, scanning the woods for her blonde hair, any sign of her. "Chloe!" I hollered, but my voice felt quiet, the sounds of nature seemed to overpower all my senses. I felt my body shaking uncontrollably.

"Derek!"

My eyes shot open to see Chloe staring back down at me, her big blue eyes glowing with concern. It was only a nightmare.

"Are you okay?" She whispered, her face inches from mine. I nodded and pulled her into a hug. My ears were ringing from the short adrenaline rush.

"Just a bad dream, did I wake you?" I mumbled into her hair.

"You were yelling my name, so yeah," she shifted her pose so she could look up at me. "What were you dreaming about?"

"It was pretty stupid but, a pig tore up this place and I couldn't find you anywhere." I sighed and squeezed her arm gently.

The past couple of weeks have been hell of a different kind, mother nature came for a visit with Chloe. Which seemed to make her distant and I don't want her to feel any kind of pressure from me.

When I looked back down at her she was blushing, her tiny button nose wrinkling slightly, the red traveling to the tips of her ears.

"How are you feeling today? I have a couple things I would like to get done but if you're not feeling well still I can manage on my own."

"I'm okay to help out, what's on the to do list?" she asked and sat up straight, my hands falling to my side. Her bloating had seemed to go down, the only reason I noticed it was because Chloe pointed it out numerous times.

"We should check the traps and fix the ones that were chewed out of," I scratched my chin, the coarse hair catching in my fingers. "Honestly I need to shave this shit off my face, it's too heavy." I grumbled, scratching endlessly.

"How do you plan on doing that?" Her hand grabbed mine on my chin, stopping the scratching.

"We have scissors in the first aid kit, I'll figure something else out for finer hair." I intertwined our fingers, her eyes lit up along with a bright smile.

"Oh, can you cut my hair? It's too long and knotty." Her other hand traveled to her long strands, tossing them over her shoulder.

"If I do and it turns out horrible, you can't be mad. I have no idea what I am doing." She laughed and stood up, her hand never leaving mine.

"How will I know? There are no mirrors." My laugh echoed in the cave, her smile widened and she led me out of the room.

"Oh my god, baby face!" Chloe giggled and touched my cheeks, I winced as she touched the small knicks that were created from my foolish makeshift knife. It was the thinnest I could get the rock before it would crumble from pressure.

"It was the best I could do, with no mirror and all." I grumbled as I rubbed my bare chin, it felt a lot better without the scratchy hair.

"Okay, my turn!" Chloe exclaimed and took the rock from my hand and took off towards the lake.

"Be careful it is sharp!" I hollared after her, she yelled a sarcastic confirmation and disappeared into the bushes.

I headed towards the shore, near our old campsite, I knew I could repurpose the tent walls for something in the cave. The dream was still irritating me slightly, and more protection could never go wrong.

I quickly took apart the smaller tent, it wasn't hard because of the storm last week. I lingered at the campsite, the wood pile was becoming soggy, and the standing tent had holes ripped through the walls.

I decided to leave it standing, so I could use it for hunting storage, for the broken traps and ones that weren't finished. Satisfied with what I gathered I headed back to the caves, checking the traps along the way, only a couple had been nibbled at, clearly the animals were getting smart here.

I squeezed through the narrow entryway with the tent walls tucked in between my arms. The cave was dimly lit by the small fire in the center, below the natural small opening, for ventilation. I placed one wall against our bedroom opening, maybe it'll help cool the cave down slightly.

I brought the second wall down to the bathroom and placed it in between the rocks, leaving a gap for entry. I checked on the bamboo tubes that connected to the river, it only needed a couple more feet and then it would make it into the tub.

I gathered the rest of the bamboo and started with the finishing work, my mind aimlessly thinking about Chloe. What would life be like if we weren't stranded here? Would we have talked if the plan didn't crash? She looked beautiful when she passed me in the airport, but my mind was too preoccupied with the soon to be wedding.

Before I knew it the water trail was connected to the tub, the water slowly filling up. Now time to dig out a drain, probably should have done that before starting the water. I aimed the last tube towards the edge, letting it flow onto the floor, and dug into the bamboo wall, sticking another tube through the hole. The water could flow out from this side once we pulled the "drain" and wouldn't disturb the fire underneath that warmed the water.

The last task on my list of the day involved coconuts, I grabbed one as I headed towards the cliff. I passed through the waterfall watching Chloe, her bare legs glistened in the setting sun's light. Her freshly cut hair dangled in front of her face as she concentrated on shaving her ankles.

"Hey," she smiled as she stood straight, her wet hair curling below her collar bone. "I just finished up, did you need help with anything?" She set the rock down, rubbing the residue of hair off her legs.

"We just have to make coconut oil," I held up the coconut in my hand and her smile faltered. "It's for our skin mostly, shaving can leave it dry, this is nature's lotion." I mumbled, I could sense her nervousness the knife and stabbed the coconut, the liquid spilling out once fully opened.

I scraped the inside walls until there was a pile of sharps, Chloe handed me a palm leaf and I placed it on top.

"Okay, now we have to crush it to a pulp, it's not going to be the greatest oil but it's better than nothing." She nodded and placed the leaf inside another coconut bowl and started crushing it with a rock, it wasn't long before the shards became a soft mush.

"Is this good?" Chloe asked.

"Perfect," I smiled and scooped a little up, rubbing it between my fingers. I rubbed some on my arm, the pulp spreading softly across my skin.

"I um, finished with aunt flow," she whispered shyly, I arched a brow and smiled.

"Whenever you're ready Chloe, I'll be waiting." I pulled her into a kiss, her mouth opening once we connected, our tongues meeting gently.

"What about now?" She pulled back smiling

CPOV

Derek led me back into the cave, the torches already lit up the path with light. It didn't take long for our clothes to be stripped and our naked bodies intertwined. His strong hands massaged my breasts and simultaneously pulled me closer. While my hands traveled to his hip and quickly found his dick, gripping tightly.

"Fuck." He breathed out, his hand moved from my chest to the bowl beside us. He grabbed a handful of the clumpy oil, and rubbed it on top of his dick, oil dripping down to my hands. I started rubbing it in, his grunting becoming louder.

"Are you ready?" He asked in between breaths, his arms holding himself up over me. I nodded, butterflies doing jumping jacks inside my stomach. I was nervous but I knew I wanted it. His eyes lingered on mine as he directed his member closer to my mound, its slick tip teasing my clit. He stopped at the opening and took a deep breath, he seemed just as nervous as I was.

I put my hands on his arms and squeezed gently, he nodded and went in. A mixture of pressure and pleasure flew throughout my pelvis, he didn't move as my body swallowed him in, I could feel him throbbing inside, his breathing shallow and fast.

"Are you okay?" I whispered, his eyes shot open with a confused look on his face.

"Yeah. Fine. Are you? I'm giving you time to adjust." He grunted, in between breaths. I tried my best to relax, allowing him to slip in further. "Jesus Chl-" I cut him off with a kiss, gasping as he slowly started to thrust.

"Oh god," I gasped, my brain was trying to think of things to do to help, but it was also shocked by the pleasure I was feeling. Derek kissed my neck and went in deeper, I didn't even know it was possible. I felt his pubic bone grind against mine, his kisses traveled up to my ear, I gasped and wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him in closer.

HIs thrusts became faster and deeper. The build up of pleasure was too much, I cried out in gasps as wave after wave crashed over me. Not long after Derek let out a primal grunt, thrusting deeper and slower. Soon he stood still, his breathing heavy, I kissed his lips and dropped my legs. I just had sex. I giggled and sighed, at least I won't die a virgin.

"What's so funny?" He mumbled as he adjusted his arms, I took a moment to allow my body to register everything that just had happened. He was still in me, just as hard as he was when we started.

"I honestly didn't think this would happen, we've been close many times and then cock block." He let out a laugh that came from the belly, slightly vibrating my insides.

"Never thought I'd hear the word cock come out of your mouth," he leaned down and kissed me deeply, nibbling my bottom lip."Sorry if that was too fast, it's been awhile." He sheepishly admitted, I rolled my eyes.

"I enjoyed it no matter how long it lasted." He smiled down at me and leaned back onto his knees.

"I'm gonna pull out, stuff is going to flow out, just warning you." I nodded and felt the pressure leave and let just say he was not exaggerating on the stuff coming out. Derek didn't waste any time and scooped me up and walked us to the bath-cave.

"Oh you finished it!" I exclaimed as he placed me down beside the full tub of water, liquids were running down my legs but at this point, what part of us wasn't covered in sex juice?

"Yeah while you were shaving I connected the water lines and a drain, perfect timing." He smiled as he stoked the fire underneath, I walked up the steps and dipped one foot in and gasped at the warmth.

"Oh how I missed baths," I sank down until the water was shoulder height, and closed my eyes. I heard and felt Derek step into the water, the water lightly splashing against my body which was quickly replaced with his body. His lips met my neck and kissed, nibbling lightly, sending electricity throughout my body .His touch seemed to be the only thing capable of cooling the blazing heat that he seemed to cause.

"Read for round two?" He whispered.