Frankie was sat staring at the wall when the front doorbell rang. It was seven in the evening and she wasn't expecting anyone. After taking her feet off the coffee table she stood up and walked slowly to the front door, one hand on the niggling pain in the small of her back. Whoever was at the door was tall, the shadow through the frosted glass panes showing someone tall with broad shoulders. Frankie did know someone tall with broad shoulders but she wasn't going to build her hopes up. Reaching the front door she opened it slowly, her anxiety climbing as the door finally opened fully.
"Hey, Frankie." Boyd's voice soft and warm as he smiled at her.
"Boyd." Frankie managed to say, a cross between a whisper and a desperate plea as she held her hand to her mouth and abruptly burst out crying.
"Oh, sweetheart, come here." Boyd stepping forward and wrapping Frankie in his arms.
Frankie all but crumbled against Boyd, his arms the only thing keeping her up as her legs turned to jelly. Boyd, with some difficulty, managed to manoeuvre both himself and Frankie as far as the stairs before sitting down and bringing her to sit on the step below him. He kept Frankie encompassed in his arms, her face buried in the front of his shirt as she clung to the back of his dirty, bloody jacket. Frankie sobbed uncontrollably, a mix of relief he was alive slowly giving way to anger he hadn't been in touch. Boyd was no fool, he felt the shift in Frankie's emotions and posture. Two failed marriages should have taught him never underestimate a woman. Frankie went from sobbing to trying to pull away, beating her hands against him as he tried to catch her fists and stop the blows she was raining down on him.
"Frankie, calm down. It's okay." Boyd finally managing to catch her hands and attempt to get her to stop hitting him.
"Calm down, calm down! Are you taking the piss? You walk in here like you've just been to the shop, not trapped in a building on lockdown after a chemical attack. Don't talk to me about calming down, Peter Boyd" Frankie standing up so she was now level with and facing Boyd, his hands still holding onto hers.
"I'm sorry. I know that's not much help, but I am truly sorry. With Felix bearing the brunt of the chemical explosion, then Spence going AWOL and getting shot, it's been a bit of a busy today. If I'd known you were so worried I would have called, or got someone to call you." Boyd both watching and feeling the fight leaving Frankie.
"Shit, Spence has been shot! Is he okay? How bad is he? Where was he shot? Christ, what about Felix? Is she okay?" Frankie losing her battle with Boyd as he let go of her hands when he saw she had something else to focus on.
"He's been shot twice. One in the upper left thigh, the other was his left shoulder. He was heading to surgery when I left him." Boyd doing his best to reassure her as best as he could.
"You left him, my god, Boyd, he's like your best friend. Why the hell did you leave him alone?" Frankie's anger rising again.
"Make your bloody mind up, woman! I left Spencer to come see you, make sure you were okay. Spencer was going into surgery, not like I could hold his sodding hand. How about we get off these stairs and I can go and get washed and changed before you assault me again." Boyd looking down at his still bloodstained hands and ripped trousers.
It was only then Frankies took a good look at Boyd, his ripped trousers leg, the bloodstains on his jacket and hands.
"Oh my god, is any of that your blood?" Frankie stepping back towards Boyd and taking hold of his hand so she could look at them properly.
"That's Spencers, same with the jacket. Not sure about my leg, it's starting to smart a bit." Sticking his leg out so they could both see the rip and part of his leg through the tear.
"What is it about you rolling up here like you've done ten rounds with Tyson? I swear if our daughter takes after you I'm going to go grey very quickly. Come on, upstairs and strip." Frankie let go of Boyd's hands and stepping back to give him room to stand up.
"Best offer I've had in a while." Boyd not being able to help the boyish grin as he looked Frankie up and down.
"Fuck off, Boyd. I'm still not sure if I want to kill you or not." Frankie taking another step back as Boyd stood up.
"I have another option." His eyebrow quirking as Frankie put her hands on her hips. "We could kiss and make up, or even have some fun," Frankie holding her hand up to stop him finishing his sentence.
"You need a shower, and then we can discuss how you make it up to me." Boyd smiling as Frankie pointed up the stairs.
"I may need helping cleaning up." Turning and starting to climb the stairs with Frankie close behind him.
Boyd went straight to the bathroom, stripping off his jacket and shirt first. He had just undone his belt when Frankie joined him, towels and his clean clothes in her hand.
Frankie stood watching him undo his trousers, letting them fall to the floor before he looked up at her.
"Enjoying the view?" Boyd grinning as Frankie licked her lips.
"Wouldn't say no." Making Boyd laugh. "Get in the shower, I'll be in the bedroom when you're done." Seeing Boyd slip his fingers in his boxers and push them down.
Frankie of course looked, she couldn't help it. Apparently, pregnancy hormones made her even more randy than normal. Frankie smiled when she saw Boyd's flaccid penis twitch, slowly dragging her eyes up his body until she reached his eyes.
"Unfair, totally unfair." Seeing Boyd reach to switch the shower on, his eyes fixed on hers as his penis twitches again, blood flowing to his groin as he started to become hard.
With little effort Boyd managed to step back into the shower, the hot water spraying down on his body. Frankie stood still watching, her eyes never leaving his as he let the water run down his broad shoulders and wash away the dried blood on his arms and hands. Frankie was transfixed, his hand reaching out to find the shower gel. Frankie couldn't look away as he washed his upper body, the muscles in his chest and upper arms flexing and shifting as he moved. Frankie looked down and saw he was now fully erect, her own libido now through the roof. She could feel how turned on she was, how wet her own underwear had become. She wanted him, needed him.
"Frankie." Her name sounding husky as he murmured it.
Frankie just licked her lips as she pushed her jeans down. She was naked in less than a minute, standing outside the shower as Boyd took himself in hand and pumped back and forth a few times. Frankie's attempt to pounce on him was somewhat thwarted by the bump that came in contact with Boyd before she did. Boyd steadied her, his hands on her hips as he bent his head to kiss her. Frankie replaced his hand with hers, Boyd hissing at the feel of her hand on him. Frankie worked him slowly, feeling one of his hands slid from her hip between her legs, smirking when he felt how turned on she was.
"Bastard!" Frankie mumbled between kisses.
"That's why you love me." Boyd sliding his fingers back and forth between her legs.
Frankie went to say no but only got N out, the O changing to a long drawn out ah sound as Boyd slid two fingers inside her. Boyd changed the speed and angle of the fingers he had inside Frankie, her breathing coming in short rapid pants. Frankie could hardly focus on what she was doing to Boyd as she tried to pump his erection, but quickly losing momentum.
"Turn around." Boyd giving one last quick push upwards with his fingers inside Frankie before withdrawing them completely.
Frankie did as he said, using the edge of the glass door as a handle as she rested her head against the wall and spread her feet. Boyd was inside her in a second, buried to the hilt with one hand on her hip the other on her right breast. Boyd didn't move, just held himself still as he felt Frankie's muscles clenching him. When he did start to move it was infuriating slowly for Frankie's liking. Frankie pushed back countering his movements, the hand he had on her breast moving down between her legs. Frankie's movements become erratic as Boyd stroked her, his erection still sliding in and out of her as he held her hip. He pulled out completely when he felt Frankie start to tremble, he wanted this to last for both of them. Frankie came hard, the fingers he inserted in her after he removed his erection being squeezed tightly.
Boyd kept his hand on Frankie's hip, as he waited for her to slowly come down from her sex-induced high. Slowly withdrawing his fingers from inside her, he placed kisses across her neck and shoulder as she stood upright. When she turned around to face him his breath caught in his throat, she looked amazing. Frankie went to take hold of his erection but he stopped her, his hand covering hers as she took hold of him.
"Bedroom." Was all he said as he switched off the shower.
Frankie went first, picking a towel up and trying to cover herself as she left the bathroom. Boyd picked up two towels, one for around his waist and the other to help dry Frankie with. When he stepped into the bedroom Frankie was stood with her back to the door, one foot on the bed, her feet and legs in an L shape to accommodate her bump. If that wasn't an open invitation right there! Stepping up as close behind her as he could he bent his knees and positioned his erection at her entrance, feeling her hand on him as she guided him inside her body. Frankie leaned her head back against his chest, exposing her neck to him. As he slowly thrust in and out of her he kissed and nipped her neck, finally biting the pale skin just where her neck joined her shoulder. Frankie moaned loudly, her hand going under her bump between her legs as she stroked herself. Boyd watched her, his thrusts staying steady and even as her hand moved between her legs. He couldn't see for the baby bump but watched her arm moving back and forth. His hand joined hers, his fingers soon coated in wetness as he flicked and rubbed her clit.
"Boyd." Frankie groaned out as she started to rock her hips.
Boyd did pick up the pace but was careful, the position they were in wasn't exactly the best. He could feel Frankie was close again, her hips jerking against his body. He rubbed her faster, feeling her clench around him before he pulled out again. She came again, this time with him rubbing her clit. Boyd cupped her whole mound, two fingers sliding inside her as she rode out her second climax, her body going limp against his as she lowered her leg to the floor.
"How are you still hard?" Frankie managing to slide her hand between them so she could take hold of him.
"Because I'm having sex with the most amazing and sexy woman ever. You have no idea what seeing you like this do to me. You were hot before you were pregnant, now you're lucky if I'll ever let you wear clothes again now I've seen how sexy you are without them." Turning Frankie around to face him.
"You know how when you had your eyes tested and they said you needed glasses? I think you need them looked at again." Taking his hands and placing them their unborn child. "I am huge, and still have a couple of months to go. This is not sexy, this is pregnant. Then, when I finally have this baby I will have stretch marks, flabby skin, and quite possibly a vagina that's been stitched back together. If our daughter has a head the size of her father's, I'm gonna need reconstructive surgery never mind stitches." Frankie reaching up with her free hand and running her fingers through Boyd's grey hair.
"My head is only big to house the enormous brain I have, which of course our daughter will have. She'll also be smart and sassy just like her mother." Boyd kissing Frankie as he cupped she arse and turned her so her back was to the bed.
"And a mean right hook like her father. God help me!" Frankie letting go of Boyd and lying on the bed with her feet still touching the floor.
Boyd looked down at Frankie, his erection twitching impatiently. Suddenly his chivalrous side kicked in as he moved around the bed and gathered up the pillows from the top of the bed. Frankie was puzzled as to what he was doing until he leaned on the bed next to her and lifted her head as he slid a pillow underneath. When he stood at the foot of the bed he carefully raised her legs one a at a time, placing pillows under her hips then hooking her legs over his hips.
"That okay?" Placing his hands under her thighs as his erection brushed against her folds.
Frankie felt her eyes sting, the tenderness and consideration Boyd was showing her were so contrary to the big broad-shouldered, gruff, bad-tempered man she worked with daily for four years.
"God, Yes," Frankie replied, closing her eyes and using the hold her legs had on Boyd to bring him closer.
Boyd saw Frankie close her eyes as he slid slowly inside her, his own eyes closing briefly. His ball sack tightened, he wasn't far from his own climax now. He wanted to make Frankie climax one last time, hopefully at the same time he did. He kept his thrust long and deep, watching where their bodies were joined. Watching himself disappearing inside Frankie was enough to make him quicken his pace, his body now hurtling towards completion. He was glad Frankie had a tight grip of him with her legs as he let go of one and rubbed her clit, tweaking it as she bucked her hips. He alternated between rubbing and tugging on her clit until he felt her go rigid, her internal muscles grip him hard and fast. Frankie reaching her climax was enough to send him over, his balls tightening as his erection pulsates with each burst of semen he realised.
Boyd was struggling to stay upright, his legs starting to stain with pressure. Frankie must have sensed his discomfort, unlocking her feet from his arse and let her legs fall so her feet were back on the floor. As soon as he felt her legs fall Boyd took a step back and stood to full height, his knees giving a quick twinge of pain as he did. Frankie patted the bed beside her and Boyd smiled, Frankie grabbing a pillow from under her hips and placing it beside the pillow her own head was resting on. Boyd joined Frankie on the bed, Frankie turned with her back to him as he spooned up behind her.
"How about we actually get into the bed properly? I'm no midget, and this can't be comfortable for you." Boyd kissing Frankie's shoulder before letting her go again.
Frankie somehow shuffled up the bed, pulled the cover back, got into bed, and recovered herself before Boyd had even picked up the remaining pillows.
"Do you want to go lock up first? Once I'm in here I'm not getting back up unless I need the bathroom." Frankie asked Boyd as he went to climb in beside her.
"Yeah, that's a good point. I'll lock up then join you." Seeing Frankie beat the pillow she had just added under her head.
Boyd left Frankie in bed while he locked up, picking up his bloody clothes and taking them downstairs to throw in the bin. When he climbed into bed with Frankie she rolled over to face him, her eyes glistening with tears.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Cuddling her against his chest.
"I thought I'd lost you today. That Amelia would grow up never knowing her father. Don't ever do that to me again, call me for Christ sakes. You've gotta keep me in the loop Boyd." The tears falling from her eyes making Boyd's heart ache.
"I will, I'm sorry. But you know how I get when I'm working, I tune everything out. I'll try my best from now on, okay." Kissing Frankie's forehead when he finished speaking.
"Okay." Frankie kissing Boyd's chest.
"Go to sleep, I'm here now. And I'm never leaving either of you." Boyd making a promise to Frankie that he would do his utmost to keep.
Frankie fell asleep wrapped safely in Boyd's arms, their unborn child nestled safely between them. Boyd fell asleep, with the two of the most important people in his life sleeping soundly beside him.