Yeah, I own them. Milo is hidden in my closet! Ha, I'm such a funny girl….

Dedicated to all of you who still read the story.

Happy Thanksgiving although we don´t celebrate it over here.

Jess's POV:

Things have changed since my outburst, in a good way. When I was now looking at her I would see her beautiful face, her blue eyes, her well defined cheek bones , her full lips instead of guilt, insecurity and fear. As I replayed the events of last night in my head, Rory began to stir next to me, apparently on the verge of waking up. I closed my eyes pretending to be asleep. She wouldn´t buy it.

" jess, I know you're awake. You have been watching me for a while now." she said, her eyes still closed.

"huh?"

" I felt your eyes on me. What were you thinking about ?" a smile I wanted desperately to hide, slowly spreading on my face.

"last night" she giggled softly.

" that was some night. You seemed very eager, almost …" I blushed slightly. Yes, if it wasn't for the fact that is was still dark in the bedroom, you would have seen my cheeks turn red.

" yeah, sorry about that." eyes still closed , both of us.

" hey, it just means you really wanted me badly" some more giggles. Rory was back. She started teasing me again. I sighed silently. This was good.

"but" she continued " the second time around was amazing, let's not talk about the third time , because I'm still trying to catch my breath from that one." I smiled and pressed my lips against her forehead.

" let's go back to sleep" I said as I drifted off again, allowing myself one last time to remember how it felt to be with her. Really be with her.

Flashback

We stayed in that embrace what felt like an eternity. I felt her lips tracing my facial features. When she made her way to my ear and sucked at it softly, I finally leaned it, meeting her mouth with full force. We were kissing hungrily, hands everywhere, leaning in to each other, using the stove for support. Boiling water and pasta all forgotten. The apartment could have caught fire and we still wouldn´t have paid attention. We were wrapped in each other's arms, not believing how right this felt.

I could feel her hands on my chest, fumbling with the buttons on my shirt, urgently making their way down, her lips never leaving mine. I pulled back for just a second, locking my eyes with hers. They were dark blue and I couldn't help but compare them to the ocean. Of course not saying it out loud.

"I want you, Jess" her voice was low and begging. In retrospect I think that was the moment I lost all self control. Rory finally was letting me in, letting me love her back. I grabbed her hand, leading her into the bedroom, not bothering to switch on the light. Still not letting go of each other's mouths we stumbled on the bed her on top of me , the mattress catching our weight. The shirt hung loosely from my shoulders, my pants unbuttoned. I had no idea how or when she had had the chance to do so, but seriously I couldn't care less. Her small hands were all over my bare chest, exploring it as if it was for the first time and somehow it felt like the first time for us. I shivered under her touch and rolled her over so I was on top of her. I tugged at the hem of her shirt, trying to take it off. She gladly obliged and lifted her arms over her head. The breath caught in my throat as I looked down on her and took in her beauty. Her bulging stomach made me go crazy.

" I don´t wanna hurt the baby" I told her between two kisses.

" you won´t " was all she said as she pulled my pants down with her feet. When we were finally freed from all clothes that separated us, I couldn't hold in any longer.

" shit" I mumbled, embarrassed.

" it´s okay" she said and kissed me hard, beginning round two.

Flashback end

We woke up the next morning, legs intertwined her back against my bare chest. I lazily traced circles on her stomach with my hand, keeping my eyes shut. She snuggled even further into my embrace.

" hmm, I like this" her voice heavy with sleep.

" do you think he's gonna hold this against us his whole life ? I asked pressing my palm flat against her stomach.

" he?" she asked, her words only barely audible.

" yeah, I just have the feeling, it´s a boy. He will be reading Hemmingway before he's even in kindergarten." I chuckled.

She turned around, now facing me.

"no, Ayn Rand!" I looked down at her stomach.

" don´t listen to your mom. Ayn Rand is a political nut. Hemmingway on the other hand is a genius. He's your dad's favourite author, you know " dad ? Where did that come from?

I didn´t know, it just felt right at this very moment.

I could feel Rory tighten her grip on my hand. She hid her head in my chest , her hair covering her face. I relaxed into her touch, finally feeling whole again.

it´s short, I know. so, what do you think?review! thanks! you may think the whole dad thing is kinda rushed, but i didn´t want them to argue all over it again. please stay with me ...