Once the bedroom door is closed, Andrew wastes no time ridding us of our clothes. He runs his lips down my neck as we make our way to the bed. As the back of my legs hit the mattress, Andrew draws a nipple into his mouth, sucking hard. In any other circumstance it would've been a turn on, but now it causes a sharp hiss to fall from my lips. He pulls back immediately, looking into my eyes, clearly concerned.

"Pregnancy symptom. They're just a little tender." I start to explain. "You don't have to avoid them entirely, it just uh, doesn't take much." He suddenly looks nervous, like he's scared to continue and that's not what I want so I turn us around and push him back onto the bed, crawling on top of him to straddle his hips.

"I know this is new territory, and I'm sure this is just the beginning of learning how my body is going to change, but it has been 2 months. I want you."

He stops me as I lean in for a kiss, my lips millimeters from his. "Just promise you'll tell me if something hurts."

"I promise. Now shut up and kiss me."

He doesn't waste another second, our lips meeting in an open-mouthed kiss. I whimper as his hips thrust upwards against me. After a minute of hot kisses I reached my hand down, lining him up with my opening and sink down.

I gasp as he fills me. "Fuck, I missed you." Sitting up with my hands splayed against his firm chest, I rock slowly back and forth. His hands settle on my hips, helping me move. I tilt my head back in ecstasy as he raises his hips, meeting me thrust for thrust and hitting just the right spot inside.

"You're so beautiful." I look back down and smile at him, finding his eyes bright. God, I love this man. I lean down, finding his lips in a passionate, tongue filled kiss. One of his hands leaves my hip and I moan as his thumb finds my clit, rubbing slow circles.

It doesn't take long after that, burying my face into his neck as I come. He thrusts a few more times before I feel him finish inside. We stay like that for a moment, catching our breath.

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Twenty minutes later we're settling back into bed, having freshened up a bit. With Keely in the house, Andrew slid on a pair of pajama pants. Since my go bag was still in the back of the rental car parked outside, Andrew lent me one of his t-shirts to wear.

Crawling back under the sheets, I settled against his side with my head on his chest as his hand ran up and down my spine. "I'm glad you're here." He said quietly.

"Me too."

"How long can you stay? Keely's match starts at 8:30am tomorrow. She meant it when she said you'd be more than welcome and I know I'd love to have you there."

"I'd love to go watch her. You always talk about how great she and the team are, it would be nice to see it in person. As for how long I can stay, I have a flight booked for tomorrow afternoon. We still need to talk some more, but no matter what we decide I have to go back to DC, at least for a little while."

"I know. We'll figure it out." He places a kiss on the top of my head.

"So, what time do we have to leave in the morning?"

"I have to get Keely to warm-ups by 7:30am and we're picking up her doubles partner on the way, so probably 6:45am."

I cringe. "That should be illegal on a Saturday."

Andrew chuckles lightly. "Says the woman who leaves or gets in from cases at all hours of the night."

"Yeah, but on my days off I take full advantage of sleeping in."

"How about I swing back after I drop the girls off. That way you don't have to be ready until 8am. Sound good?"

"That sounds perfect. Thank you!" I tilt my head up, kissing the underside of his jaw.

"You're welcome. Now get some sleep, my love. It's late, or should I say early."