Once again, I do not own this, I am just taking Mac out for a ride, as it were ;). Many, many liberties are taken to make this trope work, I sure as hell hope they could never happen in real life. xoxoxox Love you all.

Notes: A healthy man does not torture others, generally, it is the tortured that turn into torturers.
Carl Jung

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Chapter Two- Le Renya di mi Corazon- The Queen of My Heart.

"She has a huge dog that she never goes anywhere without, why do you think that is?" Leslie mused as she sat down opposite him a few days later after she had taken and developed two rolls of film of Claudia, her house, and her car. Mac said nothing if Claudia thought a dog would keep him away, she was mistaken. He wasn't even listening to Leslie and she knew it, so she continued, every once in a while she got a zinger in with him and he let it go because really, what could he do, "You think she's afraid of something, or someone, Mac?"

"Shut up and let me see," Mac grabbed the envelope out of her hand and dumped the contents on the table. There were slips of paper and pictures of Claudia and when he saw them his eyes grew wide. He had not expected in a million years to see what he now saw.

He had insisted on all the pictures and the meticulous notes about her whereabouts and daily routine, even though he couldn't keep them. What few people knew was that Mac had an eidetic memory, he only had to look at things once or twice and then they were committed to his brain forever.

He didn't tell anyone about this ability, not even Regina, the only member of his family that wasn't out to get him. As a child, he thought he was abnormal because of the ability he had, as an adult it had served him well.

Leslie had no idea why he wanted all this information, she figured that Mac wanted some sort of revenge on Claudia for busting him, that was what she told herself anyway, but in an instant, she realized her mistake. The look on his face when he saw the pictures and realized Claudia was pregnant told her all she needed to know about why Mac wanted these things.

"Holy fuckin shit, she's pregnant," He exclaimed and then his face broke into a grin, and he moved the picture so that Leslie could see it too, as if she wanted to at all, as if she hadn't already looked at all of them over and over again, "Look at her."

"Shhhhh, Mac," Leslie panicked, if anyone knew she had taken those pictures for him she would lose her job. She could already lose her job for what she had been doing with him. Because of attorney/ client privilege, she had an hour with him, unsupervised twice a week.

That was enough time for her to blow him, discuss his coming trial, that Leslie kept getting postponed, while together they formulated a plan on how she could stalk Claudia for him. Leslie had come to depend on that time with him, she didn't want to lose that, no matter how envious she was over this other woman, she needed him now.

She would do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted it done.

Now he was running his hand through his hair to get it out of his face so he could look closer at the picture. Leslie felt sick to her stomach. He had fucked her, even though he swore to her that he didn't.

"That's my kid, oh fuck," He looked closer at the picture, "Oh fuck look at her."

The sight of Claudia, the woman who had slapped the handcuffs on him when he was arrested, hugely pregnant with what he knew was his child was a turn on like he had not known was possible. He was that guy, and he laughed to himself.

"Jesus, what are you in love with her?" Leslie hissed with jealousy.

"What's it to ya?" He brought his eyes up momentarily and glared at her.

Leslie shrunk back in her chair, embarrassed to be scolded, "Never mind."

"That's what I thought." He looked at the picture again, "I wonder if she's going to breastfeed, I hope she does."

After watching him moon over the picture for a few minutes Leslie had enough, he was like a fifteen-year-old with a crush, goddammit. All her hard work, all the traveling, and miles she logged every weekend to do his bidding just to be ignored was getting her pissed by the minute and Leslie tried to distract him from Claudia, and thoughts of her.

"Come on baby, put the picture down," She ran her hand over his arm seductively, which usually worked with him, "We don't have that much more time," She whispered to him in an attempt to get some attention, but Mac wasn't having it.

"Get off me, can't you see I'm busy!" He growled at her and went back to looking at the pictures, examining each one until he was satisfied that it was burned into his memory forever.

Against Leslie's better judgment he kept one picture of Claudia, he couldn't resist. He would hide it inside the mattress so that even if they tossed his cell they likely wouldn't find it. That had been Leslie's idea, at least she was good for something he thought to himself. She was a crafty woman in the right hands, he was the puppeteer pulling her strings, but once in a while, she had a good idea.

He told her he appreciated her helping him on her days off, gave her a smoking hot kiss with lots of tongue, then went back to looking at the pictures. Leslie was a means to an end, that was all.

"You did real good Les." He said as he slid the envelope across to her, it was important to give her compliments on occasion to keep her loyal.

She broke into a smile when he said that, happy to be praised finally, "Thank you."

"Keep these for me, OK?" He said, "Don't get rid of any of them."

"They're going in a safety deposit box, at the Bank of America in Salt Lake City under the name Clarice Starling."

Mac rolled his eyes, sometimes she was so dumb too.

Later when Leslie was finally gone, with her tedious neediness and constant need for reassurance, which he finally had to give in to and fool around with her to shut her up and keep her on his side; then Mac had time to focus on the end game, the woman who didn't need him.

He lay in his bunk that night looking at the picture, thinking of her, remembering their one night together, it had been incredible with her, mind-blowing. But the most attractive thing about her, besides her rocking his socks off in the sack was that Claudia didn't need him or anyone else, he had never known anyone else quite like her.

That had been part of the attraction from the jump with her, from the minute he had seen her in that red shirt when she had thrown down with him; she was successful and not afraid of him. She had faced him without fear or doubt, no woman had ever done that before.

Mac drew picture after picture of Claudia all with her pregnant stomach, he was allowed to have a notepad and pencils to work on his case with Leslie, these also were hidden in the mattress, away from prying eyes, only taken out at night, when it was almost dark and no one was around; he couldn't get enough of it.

Claudia was more beautiful than ever to him and he fantasized about her even more now. It was all he could think of, she had not aborted his child, she could have, he wouldn't have been surprised or blamed her really. But she had kept it, let it grow inside of her, she glowed from it in the pictures he saw of her.

Leslie had tried to say that maybe the father was someone else but he knew better, the timing was right, and Claudia was not the type to whore around, the kid was his, there was no doubt in his mind.

Leslie was just being a jealous cunt in his opinion, he would have to watch her, and keep her happy so that he could use her the way he wanted to. He wasn't done with Leslie just yet.
But she was not the one who consumed his mind now.

The thought of her pregnant body made him drool like a rabid dog and wish like hell that he could fuck her again, his dick got hard instantly when he looked at her picture or even thought about her. He'd never jerked off so much as he was now, not even when he was a teenager, which he definitely was not.

He didn't go for pregnant women, he didn't have that kind of fetish, but then again, she was his woman, despite what Claudia would say about that, she was his, even more now. There would be another time with her, he was determined to see her again one day and hold his child. But he wished he could have been there now, and felt his baby kick inside of her. He had read about the effect on some men sexually and emotionally when their woman was pregnant and it had happened to him.

Leslie was not able to get much more information, but he had enough. Claudia thought she was safe in Oklahoma, she had a new life, but he was watching now, he had eyes on the outside. It seemed like by the size of her, Claudia was having this baby in a month or two, three at the very most, so he had a lot of work to do before then, starting with lighting a fire under Leslie's ass to get him a court date.

Then he started flushing his food down the toilet after the guards left the room and if he wasn't able to do that he gave it away to other inmates with the don't ask don't tell policy in full force. He scored drugs for them, brought in by Leslie and they kept their yaps shut about him not eating.

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Mac woke with a start and she was there, straddled on top of him and she was smiling at him. She was happy and laughing and running her hands over his chest. Claudia was looking at him as if she was deeply in love with him, he knew she was and always had been.

He could feel the weight of her stomach on him and it was glorious, she was glorious. Claudia glowed, he supposed it was true what they said about pregnant women, they were beautiful, every one of them and her especially.

It was a dream, he knew that but he was going with it and he reached down to stroke his already rock hard dick over his prison-issue sleep pants.

Her hair was longer than he remembered, and she had braided it, it brushed along his chest as she leaned down and kissed him. Then took his hands and put them on either side of her swollen belly, he could feel it moving.

"Look what we made," She whispered into his ear, then she sat back up and smiled at him again, "You and me did this."

He reached his head up and kissed her stomach and stared into her eyes for a long time. Then his hands slid up over her breasts that were bigger now than he remembered and she rocked against him, "Feel good baby?"

"Mmmmm," She moaned, "I can't get enough now."

Mac had heard women were horny all the time during pregnancy and responsive as fuck, "I'll give you all you want," He rolled them so that they were lying face to face. He ran his hair through her hair and pushed it out of her face to see her better, "Don't you worry," He palmed her breast and she groaned loudly, "I got you."

"I need it," He could hear her breath hitch in her chest, she reached down to grasp his dick, "Please..."

He kissed her dirty, fucking her mouth with his tongue and slid his hand back over her stomach, then down between her legs. She was wet already and his fingers slipped easily inside her, he pumped them in and out, taking the time to brush against her clit and tease her.

"I know what you need baby," He growled into her ear, "I know and I'm gonna give it to you good."

He could almost feel her hand on his dick as he pumped it slowly, trying to drag out the fantasy as long as he could. She came hard and loud begging him for more and in minutes he was inside her in his mind. She was warm and wet and tight as hell, just the way he remembered her.

"Who's pussy is it Claudia?" He groaned as he felt his gut tighten and his cock throb in his hand. He was almost there, he was gonna cum any second.

"It's yours, Mac," She cried out, "Only yours."

"Goddam right it's mine," He growled and let himself go as he shot his load all over his hand, then laid back panting and thinking of her.

Notes: Thank you for reading please let me know what you think :)