Present day
Several weeks later, the cramps and spotting started, which were unusual symptoms for a pregnant ooman. Corthos scanned her body with his bio mask often, but he didn't have to this time. As soon as he entered the room, he could smell the blood. They were two different species, and miscarriages were bound to occur. Still, he knew that Megan wasn't going to take it well.

She was still sleeping even though it was late in the morning. Corthos climbed into bed with her, sniffing her discreetly. It was more blood than usual, more than just spotting, and he feared the worst. Her hazel eyes batted open, and a smile spread to her lips at seeing him. He remained tense as she looped her arms around his neck.

Her favorite part of the day was waking up next to him. If she woke and Corthos wasn't there, she would try to go back to sleep just to wait for his return. This time though, was different. It had taken her a while to read his alien facial expressions when they had first met, but now she could obviously see the worry in his eyes. She shifted in the furs, feeling slickness between her legs.

Her heart felt heavy in her chest. He already knew; she could tell from the look on his face. Megan began to take off her underwear, but Corthos grabbed her hands and shoved them away. She laid back, feeling dread flood over her like tidal waves. She held back tears, begging that it wasn't what she thought.

She felt him slide the fabric down to her knees, but then stop. Megan sat up in time to see a tiny pink form dissappear in his huge fist. Her heart contracted in her chest. Her eyes finally submit to the fact that her baby was gone, and warm tears slid down her cheeks. With dignity, Corthos rose off the bed and headed to the door.

"Wait," her voice cracked, "what are you going to do with it?"

Corthos paused, feeling the moist weight of the tiny fetus his palm. With all honesty, he didn't know what to do with it. A yautja female would have absorbed the developing fetus into her body-nothing would have fallen out. Oomans had strange customs for the deceased, so he should have asked her what she wanted to do with it. However, all he could think at the time was that he didn't want her to see the baby like that.

Corthos just left her sobbing. It took her several minutes to calm down, and wipe her tears away. She could hardly breathe. Megan cleaned herself up and changed the furs on the bed. After a year, she'd finaly gotten pregnant and then this.

When Corthos returned, she didn't turn to look at him. He made a low trill, trying to gain her attention, but she just started crying again. He came up behind her and wrapped his burly arms around her, bringing her into the shelter of his body. She ran her hands up his muscular arms, feeling heartbroken. Megan rested her head against him, closed her eyes, and took in a deep breath.

Eventually, the pain turned to mere memory. He returned from sparring one day, covered in blood and his body was sore. He could hear the shower running, so he hurried to join her. Megan had been sad after the miscarage, and always wanted him close to her. Corthos left his armor and clothes on the table in a heap, and entered the bathroom.

He hoped that his presence would cheer her up, but it turned out that was unnecessary. His mate was already in a good mood. She was humming some intricate song from Earth, and moving around under the spray of water. Megan never sang or danced, except in the shower. Corthos didn't understand it, but he certainly liked it.

He quietly slid open the door to watch her dance for a moment. The sexy movements were unique to oomans. A soft, humming purr drew her attention to him. Megan gave him a bashful smile and scooted over to give him room in the shower. She went back to shampooing her hair, but she'd stopped humming all together.

He hadn't heard her sing since the miscarage, and feared they he had ruined her mood somehow. But, when he backed away, she asked, "Your not going to join me?"

He grunted, "You stopped dancing."

"So? Come here."

He stepped forward into the warm spray of water, his pained muscles relaxing some. "Why don't you sing in front of me?"

She watched his manibles click together inquisitively, like he was studying her. He'd done that a lot when they had first met. Megan shrugged, unable to come up with an answer they would satisfy him. Corthos kept his eyes on her like he was trying to read her mind. Megan smirked at him and slid her arms up his chest.

"Stop concentrating so hard."

He chuffed, and leaned down to rest his forehead against hers, "When can we try for another suckling?"

Her heart swelled with sadness, but she quickly shoved the bad memories away. She still wanted to have a kid. Megan let her arms drop from his chest, and reached around to squeeze his ass playfully. She didn't think they'd ever had sex in the shower before. Corthos let out a lusty rumble, having gone without sex for far too long.

Still, he let her lead, reveling in her customs. Her touches we're still so alien and unique to him. She caressed his cock in her palm as her mouth nibbled at his chest. Blood was surging to his organ in waves. She tugged on his shoulder, insisting that he bend down and kiss her.

Even though he could have ended her life in a second, he liked to feel like she had some control over him like yautja females. He let her command and move him. She worked her lips over his mouth then breathed lusty words in his ears. Corthos eagerly obeyed, touching where she instructed and licking at her soft skin. When things began to heat up though, he let his dominant side takeover.

Abruptly, Corthos grabbed her forearms and pinned them above her head with a dark rumble. Orbs like lava looked over her vulnerable body as though he intended to devour her. The excitement had her heart racing. He roughly nudged her with his foot, widening her stance and opening her up to him. She was much too short though, as his erection was high on her stomach.

Corthos slowly bent his knees, his mandibles lightly nipping at her skin on the way down. He was more gentle then nessessary as he penetrated her, the first wave of pleasure making Megan moan. She let her eyes slide closed as he bumped his hips up against her, burrying every inch of his shaft inside her body. Then, the real fun began. He grabbed her under her arms like a child and lifted her to his eye level. Plastered to the warm, wet, shower wall he then rode her into oblivion.