"Derek?" Emily wheedled in her sweetest voice. She had to raise her voice for it to carry into the next room where he was (supposed to be) studying, but was, in all likelihood, in some way goofing off.

He poked his head into the bedroom, brow raised. "Everything okay, Princess?" It wasn't her 'pay attention to me immediately' voice which he'd become intimately acquainted with lately, but it was suspicious all the same.

She smiled adorably, batted her eyes. She didn't need to say any words, knowing he'd immediately know that she needed him to do something for her...

He groaned. "What do you need?"

"Rub my feet?" she begged, wiggling her toes.

Making a dramatic show of thinking it over, he eventually sighed dramatically. "Fine..."

"My hero," she teased. "Technically, you owe me, since it's your fault they hurt in the first place..."

He just laughed at her rather specious reasoning as he took her feet into his lap and began kneading his thumbs into her soles. "I hope this kid is really good since I have to touch your smelly feet."

"Smelly!?" She kicked him gently. "Rude."

He laughed harder. Then, becoming serious, he said, "He's going to be the best kid in the whole world, I already know it. Because he's part of you."

Her bottom lip wobbled slightly at his sudden sweetness. "Sometimes I forget why I slept with you," she said playfully, "But then you say shit like that and I remember."

He smirked, waggled his brows. He didn't even need to say anything for her to know exactly what was on his mind. Then, much to his surprise, rather than rebuke him for his less than pure thoughts, she surged forward to kiss him. Startled, he pulled back from the kiss, brows leaping up his forehead. "What was that for?" he asked.

"I'm horny and I love you," she said simply. She dove back in for another kiss, but he reached out to stop her before she could arrive at her destination. Her answer, if anything, was more surprising than the initial kiss.

"Horny?" he repeated, "Like...you want..."

"I want your dick in me," she finished for him.

"Emily!" he said as if scandalized, but was betrayed by his smirk.

She scoffed. "Don't act like you don't jump at every chance to be dick deep in me..."

He simply waggled his brows and immediately rolled them so he was hovering over top of her. His lips travelled along her neck, pausing to suck a bright purple bruise to the surface.

Emily wasted no time in sending her hands wandering past the waistband of his jeans and into his boxers in search of his cock.

"Em!" he scolded gently, "You gotta slow down or you'll be really disappointed..."

She just smirked mischievously, continued stroking his dick, forcing him to reach for her wrist to stop her. "You're going to get yourself in trouble, Em..." She opened her mouth as if to retort, so he proceeded to kiss her to keep her silent as he pushed her dress up around her hips. He could already tell exactly how eager she was by her damp panties as he dragged them down her legs.

Ordinarily, she might've been embarrassed, but she was too far gone to care...and even if she weren't, she would've blamed the hormones.

"Do... Do you want me to use..." he stammered.

She snorted with laughter. "I'm already pregnant..." she said, "Just fuck me already." There was no arguing with that, so he went ahead and guided himself into her.

He was on the verge of cumming when, from the floor below, the front door could be heard opening and closing. "Goddammit," Derek cursed, "That's Mama..."

Emily whimpered, still squirming below him. "Please..." she whined, "I'm so close..."

"No time," he said, clearly panicking. As he said it, though, he came. He pulled out, apologizing profusely. "I'm sorry, Em... I'm so sorry."

She said nothing, merely glowered.

Derek knocked on the door to the nursery, even though it was already open. "Em?" he asked, "Everything okay?"

"Sure," she said in a tone that made it clear she was not fine. "Great."

He raised a brow, joined her on the floor of the nursery. "Are you sure? Because you're folding baby clothes that you've folded about three times before..."

"I'm fine," she insisted, but with more annoyance.

"You don't sound fine," he insisted. "Do you want to tell me why you're pissy?"

She positively glowered. "I'm not pissy, I'm sexually frustrated," she hissed.

He blinked a few times in stunned surprise. Then, "Oh..." A beat. "Umm...sorry?"

"You should be!"

Trying not to take it too personally, he sighed, said, "Want to go for a drive and find somewhere to park so I can give you a handjob?"

Then, she did the last thing he expected and burst into tears.

For a few moments, his jaw hung open as he digested this new twist. He had no idea how to react to this emotional outburst. "Oh, shit... I'm sorry?" he said with a wince. "I don't know why, but I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault," she said sniffling. "I'm just realizing we're never going to have sex again..."

"Wh-what?" he stammered.

She nodded, tears still streaming down her face.

"We'll... We'll still have sex," he insisted. "Maybe not while Mama is home, but..."

She shook her head, swallowing thickly. "When Simba comes, we'll never have time because we'll never be alone! For the rest of our lives, the only sex I'll ever have is when I rub one out in the shower!"

"You do that?" was what he said. (That was the wrong thing to say, of course.) Realizing his mistake, he quickly self-corrected, "We won't live under Mama's roof forever and Simba will grow up. We'll get babysitters and go to hotel rooms and spend all night fucking."

She didn't seem to believe him, though.

He just shook his head and smiled, then kissed her forehead. "I love you, Princess," he murmured. "Are you sure you don't want to go for a drive?"