Abraham stood there, rooted to the floor. The air around him suddenly became very heavy, he felt like he was being crushed by its weight.
Anastasia was pregnant with his child?
She had told him it was an impossibility.
Death was incapable of giving life…and yet here they were.
He walked over to where she was now, sat on a derelict couch that had been there long before he had laid claimed to the carriage house.
He couldn't help but notice how her hand cradled her flat stomach, her thumb absentmindedly stroking the area, she looked as though she was deep in thought.
'My love' she smiled once she realised he was standing there, she held out her hand which he took immediately as she pulled him down to sit next to her.
She undid the button of her jeans and pulled the hem of her shirt up.
She placed his hand below her bellybutton.
'There. It's like a small but very strong vibration. That's where our child is' she smiled.
He swallowed thickly.
'And your happy?' He asked nervously, she hadn't seemed to pleased when she had found out.
'I have a piece of you growing inside me. Of course I'm happy. I allowed my worry and anxiety to take over me and that was wrong. It's just, I don't know what I'll do if I ever lost you again'.
'I promise you, nothing is going to take me away from you or…our child' he looked down to where his hand was still resting on her stomach.
He still couldn't believe it.
He was going to be a father.
'You don't believe me?' he questioned when he saw her sceptical expression.
'I believe that you mean what you say'.
That wasn't quite the answer he was hoping for but he understood where she was coming from. Unfortunately she had to live with the memories of him dying in front of her, of him being reincarnated as a horseman only to not remember her.
He couldn't imagine what he would be like if the roles were reversed.
'I love you…so much' she whispered, tears forming in the corners of her eyes.
'I love you'. He reciprocated.
Kissing her softly, he allowed himself to pour all his love he had for her into the kiss as it became more desperate and passionate.
'Make love to me'.
He wanted nothing more but worry suddenly gripped him.
'I…I don't want to harm the child'.
'You won't'.
He carried her, bridal style, to the bedroom. He placed her down delicately on her feet, removing her shirt and bra and throwing them both to the floor.
Anastasia reached up and kissed him, unbuttoning his trousers, her hand finding its way to his already hardened length. She pumped him slowly but firmly. Her hand eventually worming it's way down to cup his testicles, gently squeezing them.
He growled into her mouth, this woman knew exactly how to play him like a grand piano.
Unable to restrain himself any longer, he made quick work of getting rid of the rest of his and her clothes.
She climbed on the bed, never taking her eyes of him as she spread her legs, silently inviting him to take his place in between them.
He placed a soft kiss below her naval, where she had told him their child was nestled safely within her, travelling his way up her body.
Kissing through the valley between her breasts, the smooth skin of her right shoulder and up her neck.
'Please, my love. I need you inside me'.
He pushed himself inside, feeling her hot velvet walls surround him, slowly filling her until he's all the way in.
He let out a groan of pleasure, feeling her flutter around him. Finally, he was where they both needed him to be.
They had made love numerous times a day, every day, these past nine months and it amazed him that she was still so tight.
He pulled almost all the way out before slowly but powerfully thrusting back in, her heavenly moans filled the air around them.
He leaned back on his knees, keeping himself buried inside her as he brought his thumb to firmly rub small circles on her clit.
He smiled to himself as she arched her back, seeking more friction, her already wet folds becoming increasingly wetter.
He wished he could taste her.
He would bet everything he had that she would be the sweetest thing he had ever tasted.
'Azrael' she moaned breathlessly, she looked hot and flustered. 'Please, my love'.
'Please what, my darling?' He asked, easing his administrations with an impish grin.
'Please don't stop' she chuckled at his mischievous attitude.
His thumb gradually moved faster and faster, her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she chased her high.
He was barely keeping it together himself, he hasn't moved once since he started stimulating her but her ever tightening channel around him was making it difficult. But this wasn't about him. This was about him reassuring her, making her feel safe and loved.
He breathed his way through it until finally her orgasm hit violently, her legs shaking, her body trying desperately to milk him but he wouldn't let himself reach his release…not yet.
She brought her hand down to stop his once she became too oversensitive, she panted heavily, smiling up at him. She rose swiftly, manoeuvring them so she was straddling his lap.
He placed his hands on her hips, steadying her, allowing her to take control.
She rested her forehead on his as she started riding him hard.
He stared into her vibrant blue eyes, eyes that were looking deep into his soul. He was completely at her mercy as he lost himself within her.
With every thrust he whispered words of love to her. Repeating his promise that he would never leave her again, he would always be there for her and their child, that he loved her more than anything.
It quickly drove him over the edge, his hardness started pulsing inside her, spilling himself into her cervix.
He fell onto his back, pulling her down to lay on top of him. Her head rising and falling with each deep breath he took.
'Boy or girl?' he asked out of the blue.
'It doesn't matter as long as they look like you'.
'I'd much prefer they look like you'. He argued, tucking some loose hair behind her ear.
'How about we compromise and go fifty-fifty' she chuckled.