Chapter Seven

And I'm going to love you

Like nobody loves you,

And I'll gain your trust making memories of us.

Memories of Us – Keith Urban

The minute he stepped through the door I was on him.

"Hey." He dropped all the papers that he had in his hands as I pushed myself against him, my lips bruising his. I enjoyed the feel of his body begin to react for a second, before he tried to take a step back, his back now pressed against the door. He pulled away for air for a brief second.

"Not that I'm not thankful for this kind of greeting when I get home, but why the rush?" he managed to get the question out before our lips met again. My hands were already on his belt buckle working it off. He tipped his head back and moaned as I fell to my knees in front of him and tugged both his pants and his underwear down.

"I need you now!" I told him. My body had been in heat for the past hour, if we didn't have sex soon, I was sure that I was going to go psychotic. My mouth went to his already hard cock, I listened to his breathing deepen as I began to lick the head.

"Oh God Eva." He gasped. He pulled away for a second. I stared up at him disappointed, until I saw that he was pulling his shirt over his head. He stared at me for a second, his dark eyes clouded with need. He pulled me to my feet, and stepped out of his pants.

"You need it now?" He murmured into my ear, proceeding to kiss gently down my neck.. It sent shivers down my spine. My body flushed with red heat.

"You need it right now?" he teased. I pushed myself against him as he rubbed his cock against me through the black pants I was wearing.

"Yes!" In seconds I was in his arms and being carried to the bedroom. He kicked the door shut behind him and began satisfying the needs of a five month pregnant woman.

"And then the octopus said…" I began reading from the book in front of me. I kissed the top of Abbey's head urging her to say the next line. She was cuddled up to my stomach my arm around her.

"No fish are allowed in here." She said in a gruff voice that was meant to be the octopus's. I smiled putting the book down for a second as I felt something shift in my stomach. I put my hand against it, feeling it happen again.

"Abbey, put you hand here." I said patting the spot where the baby was kicking. Abbey put her hand my belly and yelped as the baby kicked again.

"What's it doing?" she asked curious.

"It's kicking." I told her. "You used to kick all the time when you were a baby."

"Mommy, when the baby comes will you and Speed love it more than me?" her eyes were glistening with the tears of a five year old. I frowned pulling her close to me. Her arms went around my neck, her small face rubbing mine.

"Of course not honey, we'll love you both the same." I told her, smoothing her curls.

"I love you mommy." Abbey said, hugging me tightly.

"I love you too honey."

"Hey, did you say something to Abbey when you guys were at the park?" I asked Tim later on in the evening while I was changing for bed, into an oversized t-shirt of Tim's. I let the shirt fall over my head. I took a deep breath inhaling the mixed scent of freshness and him. I pulled it over my head, twisting my head in his direction as he spoke.

"She was a little worried about the arrival of the baby. I told her the baby isn't going to have anyone when it comes into the world. She seemed quite adamant that the baby would have her to look after it." He chuckled for a second. "She's going to be a great big sister."

Smiling I felt weariness over take me as I tilted my head down, the bump was sticking out predominantly. I put my hands on either side of it, trying to decide in which way I could climb into bed and look vaguely attractive at the same time. Pregnancy was playing hell with my hormones.

"She said before you went out that she thought we wouldn't love her anymore, I told her she was being silly." I told him; removing my hands from my swollen stomach I sighed and decided to stretch a little. I reached my arms upward.

"You look really beautiful you know." His voice surprised me with its nearness. I turned to find him kneeling on the bed behind me.

"With this stomach?" I shook my head. "The only way forward now is bigger."

Tim grinned, a mischievous look on his face.

"Your still attractive to me." He said his hands on either side of the shirt now. He slid it up slowly causing a wave of anticipation to run down my spine. His mouth went to my belly kissing it gently.

"What do you think baby, isn't mommy the most beautiful woman in the world?" he put his ear to my stomach pretending to be listening. The baby kicked.

"Whoa!" He pulled his face back staring at my stomach in surprise.

"Did it just…" he trailed off. I felt a smile cross my face at the look of awe he was wearing. It felt amazing to have someone who was actually there with me through the pregnancy, instead of bailing out in the first few minutes of discovering it. I'd almost forgot I had Tim supporting me at some points.

"It kicked." I confirmed. I touched his hand and gently moved it to the spot where the baby had been kicking.

Tim jumped, his eyes going to me excited.

"It did it again!" he exclaimed, putting his hands back on my stomach. My back was beginning to ache a little.

"Can I just… sit down?" I said, easing myself onto the bed as he scooted out of the way.

Swinging my legs onto the bed I found Tim's eyes still on me concerned.

"What's up?" I asked him, tilting the pillows up so I could lean against them.

"So this is normal?" he asked uncertain.

"Pretty much." I replied. Tim dropped down next to me relieved. I turned on my side to face him.

"Erm I have to talk to you actually." I said feeling a flutter of anxiety raise in me.

"About?" he said preoccupied with the attention he was giving my stomach.

"A nursery. I mean, I was thinking about turning the office into it, but then I decided, well we both need our space at some point, and to work. So… what do you think we should do?" I asked. I pretty much had the answer but I was wondering what his thoughts were on it.

"What about the spare bedroom?" he asked looking up at me. Tim had moved some of his stuff into the spare bedroom after his apartment got broken into; it was just easier while repairs were being done, but that had been over a month ago and well his stuff was still here.

"I'll move all my stuff out of it, you know properly into the house. I mean if you're ok with it. I'd like to properly move in with you, and you know have my stuff scattered around the house with yours. I'd throw some stuff away. We can keep the office, but maybe share it. What do you think?" he asked, his eyes back on my stomach, he looked like he was deciding something.

"I think the baby's gone to sleep for the night." He told me moving his gaze up to me, whilst patting my stomach.

"I like your idea." I said softly. "I have no qualms about you living with me. Abbey's pretty much your daughter."

"There's something I wanted to talk about actually. It's Abbey." I frowned at his words waiting for the worst. Tim catching my look simply shook his head and smiled.

"I've been thinking about this for a while, Eva I want to adopt her."