A few days went by and Isabel was feeling better. Michael was there, but not pressing her. They had spent time just going for rides in the desert on his bike, long walks, watching movies and just being together. He had done nothing more than hold her, comfort her. He was a treasure to her in those days.

Max was sitting on the sofa when they came in. He had been watching a ball game on tv. He turned down the volumn and looked over at them. "Want to watch the game?"

"Isabel just shook her head, and Michael glanced at her then agreed."

"I'm going upstairs and lie down. I am a bit tired." She touched Michael's arm and went up the stairs. Max looked at Michael, questioningly.

"I don't know, Max. She just said she didn't feel well. Probably the stress catching up with her. But I think I will hang with you until we know for sure." Michael popped down into the recliner.

"Okay, in a few minutes I am going to check on her. Want a drink?"

"Sure."

"Go get one." Max smiled as he sat back and turned the tv up."

"Oh thanks Max, I'll just do that." He got up and headed to the kitchen.

On his way back to the living room, Michael had a devilish look on his face, as he past the sofa. His hand moved, and by accident a ice cube fell down Max's shirt collar. Max jumped up, trying to get it out.

"Michael!"

Michael just laughed and sat down, putting the chair back so his feet were up. "It was an accident Max. it slipped out of my glass."

Max sat back down after throwing the ice at Michael. "Idiot." He said as he turned back to the tv.

Ooooooo

Upstairs Isabel was lying on the bed, her stomach hurt. She thought she might have eatten something that didn't agree with her. She was crampy, like before her period.

Then a sharp pain made her sit up, grabbing her stomach. It tore through her insides. She gasp in pain, as another hit her as she doubled over. She got up and bent over moved towards the bathroom. She felt it again. Looking down she saw blood on her pale skirt. "Oh God, no!" She stopped grabbing the edge of the doorway, as another pain struck her. She felt pressure, and then blood ran down her legs. "What is wrong with me?" She doubled over, a soft moan coming out, as she tried to be quiet. Her head was pounding, she felt sick to her stomach. She managed to get to the toilet and sat down. She heard blood going in. She doubled up, she was so afraid. She reached down into the cabnet under the sink and pulled out a pad. She put it in her underwear and stood up pulling them up. She went and sat down on her bed, the pains growing worse, as she felt like she was being ripped apart.

Ooooo

Michael suddenly pushed the chair upright, and got to his feet. "I'm going to check on Isabel. Be back." Max just nodded. Michael went upstairs and opened the door. At first he just saw Isabel sitting on her bed. He opened it wider. Then he saw the blood on the bed, floor and the door jam

"Isabel!" He rushed over to her, coming down on his knees before her, as he doubled over, bitting her lower lip, as her hands clutched at her stomach. "What is wrong?"

Isabel looked up at him, tears streaming down her face. She released her bloody lip, and took a deep breath. Her bloody hands reached out and grabbed his arms.

"It hurts so bad, Michael! I think I am dying." Michael turned pale as he yelled for Max in a panic. He pulled her close to him, holding her.

"It's alright Izzy, Max will fix it. I'm right here, not letting anything happen."

Max rushed into the room, freezing at the amount of blood around the room. He moved over and sat down next to Isabel. He put his hand on her forehead and closed his eyes.

"What is it Max? What is wrong with her?" Ask a destraught Michael.

"She's pregnant or was. She lost it."

Isabel looked over at her brother. "Baby?" Then turned to Michael, and he knew what she was thinking… of their baby. She took another shaky breath and then held it as another pain tore through her. She moaned out loud, and Max winched as he touched her cheek.

Max looked at Michael, and the other boy eased her back down to lay on her bed. Max straightened out her legs. Max went to the bathroom, and got a wet washcloth and brought it back handing it to Michael. He went to the otherside of the bed and sat down next to her. Michael wiped her sweaty forehead.

"Do something Max, she is hurting."

"I know." He turned to Isabel. "I'm sorry sis. I will take some of the pain away, and heal you when it's over." She just nodded her head. As he placed his hand on her stomach images came to him of the baby, as it had fought not to die. He concentrated.

Michael held her hand. He spoke softly to her, as the tide of pain rolled over her as the hours past.

Sometime in the night as Max sat on the chair by her desk and Michael sat up against her headboard by her head, she got up to go to the bathroom. She had to go, the room was fuzzy. She stumbled to the bathroom, and sat down. When she got up her the room began to spin, and everything went black as he head struck the tub.

She heard a voice calling to her, and she opened her eyes. Michael's worried face loamed over her. He was holding her.

"Isabel." He said softly and there were tears in his eyes. "it's alright now." He lifted her up and carried her towards the bedroom. When they arrived she noticed the bed was clean. Max was still in the bathroom.

Gently Michael laid her on the bed, and with a wave of his hand she and her changed clothes were clean. He sat down next to her, and leaned and kissed her on the forehead.

She turned and saw Max coming out of the bathroom, carrying something in a clothe. Max looked up and his eyes met hers. He walked out of the room. Isabel felt a part of her had just died. She burst into deep sobs as Michael lifted her up against him, rocking her in his arms. He had seen Max, knowing he held the fetus in the clothe, her baby. Her baby that should have been his. Tears fell down his face that he was unaware of as he held her.

Ooooooooooo

It was two months later and Isabel was visiting Michael. He had invited her to dinner. He had dressed in tight black jeans, and a soft silky dark shirt. He wanted to look good for her. She sat on the sofa watching him.

"That smells so good Michael. I am starving."

Michael looked over at her and smiled. "I have a special desert for you."

"A Michael special?"

"Yeah, I call it Isabel's kiss." He ducked his head when he said it.

When he had everything ready he went and saw down for a moment with Isabel. "Isabel, I want what we had on Antar. You and me together."

Isabel touched his face, her smile tender. "I do too. I want forever with you."

"It will be, it was written in the stars Isabel." He leaned closer to her and pulled her into his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him even closer, as their lips touched, igniting a flame that burnt bright.

They fell on the sofa, with Michael on top. Isabel pulled on Michaels shirt ripping off the buttons on his new shirt. Then her hands found his bare chest, and ran her fingers over it. As one hand tangled in his hair, that she loved the feel of.

Michael's tongue found hers, and tasted the sweet taste of her mouth. He could hear the blood rushing in his ears. He reached down and waved his hand and her blouse was gone. Then he found she was braless as his hand touched the velvet flesh of her breast. She moaned into his mouth. He flicked at the nipple with his nail, and then gently sqeezed it.

Isabel lowered her hand to his pants, her hand touched the growing bulge there, as she waved her hand inpatiently and found bare flesh. Warm, rock hard, long and huge. She slipped her hand around it. Michael moaned her name, as he latched onto a nipple with his mouth, lightly biting it.

One of his hands moved down to the place between her legs. They touched and he could feel the flesh respond and swell as his fingers touched her, exploring unknown territory for him. He gently pushed in a finger, feeling her lift her hips, and sigh. 'Mine, my Isabel.'

"Please Michael, now."

"Isabel."

He pulled his fingers out, and lifted up, seperating her legs more, positioning himself, and gently entered her. She arched against him, a slow moaning… Mmm iiiiccccchhhheallll, came flowing out.

He felt as though he had finally come home after being away a long time. In a way he had. He was home. He began to move, as Isabel began to match his movements, her breast jiggling under him. His eyes locked with hers. It was as if he were on fire, his senses were in overdrive. He couldn't take his eyes off her. As he made love to her. She was panting, and she held his upper arms and she met his thrust with her own.

"Harder! Faster! Michael…more!"

He smiled and did just that. For an hour they were lost in each other and the intimate moments. They moved tiredlessly. Then he felt it build and knew what was coming. He watched her as it began to build in her. They both went over the edge together. Frozen in time, as he pumped his seed into her. Then he slowly lowered himself off and to the side of her pulling her close.

She turned laying her head on his shoulder. Nothing had ever prepared her for what had just happened. She smiled up at him, and saw his tender smile.

Michael smiled contently, nothing could compare to that. Nothing at all. His Isabel was wonderful. He lowered his hand to her stomach and caressed it, and a flash came to him. He looked up at Isabel, a knowing smile on his face.

"What"

"You're pregnant! You and I are going to have that baby afterall."

Isabel looked stunned for a moment then a brillant smile crossed her face. She pulled him close and kissed him. 'A baby with Michael, her dream had come true, in more ways than one. It would not be a hardship being with him forever. She had all she ever dreamed of…Michael, his love and his child.