A/N 1: Read disclaimers from Chapter 1 before proceeding.
A/N 2: I thought this chapter would deal with the complications of the pregnancy etc but then inspiration took me somewhere else. This is the first time ever that I'm writing smut and I don't have the first idea about it. So, be gentle, I'm sorry if it's a disappoitment. Really.
A/N 3: Thank YOU all for reviewing! Really helps me a lot!
Un-betaed so all mistakes are mine.
"Happiness is not the means to any end. It is the end. It is its own goal. It is its own purpose."
― Ayn Rand
15th July, 2007
9.04 p.m.
Master Bedroom
The Townhouse
'Make love to me. It won't be long before all you get is a hormonal, whiny, sick, and bloated up woman.' Miranda panted after breaking away from the kiss Andy was indulging her in.
'Sshh. None of that. Didn't I tell you, I'll love you whenever, wherever, whatever, however.' Andy said while nuzzling her head in Miranda's neck, inhaling her unique scent and wrapping her hands around her lover's still slender waist.
Miranda disengages the upper part of their bodies to look into Andy's face. Andy can't quite read the emotions in those crystal blue eyes but she guesses that it has something to do with relief, gratitude and reverence, but her mind is still reeling from all the happiness and it is probably deceiving her.
Then Miranda smirks and leads her to their bed by hand, looking back at her occasionally with that mischievous grin on her face.
Then she plays hard to get, of course. Typical Miranda.
Miranda settles in bed and very nonchalantly starts taking off her earrings and then her heels and all the while Andy is standing near the bed, her sex throbbing with desire for this woman who drove her mad each waking moment of her life.
Andy knows Miranda is extremely pleased with herself having been able to drive her lover crazy with her antics only and Andy knows it isn't long before she gives into the teasing.
Miranda begins to take off her stockings and her olive green velvet skirt rides up exposing a flawless ivory thigh and that's enough for Andy.
She climbs into bed and stops Miranda midway while she purrs into her ears 'That's enough.'
Miranda whimpers and turns her head sideways as that stubborn forelock falls onto her face. Andy takes advantage of the exposed patch of skin on her neck and showers it with warm open mouthed kisses. This time Miranda moans. Her right hand which was attempting to take off her stocking falls limp for a moment and then she lifts it up to caress Andy's right arm while her other arm draws Andy further into Miranda's body.
No matter how many times they've done this before the thrill of it is as new as it was the first time. Andy struggles with taking off Miranda's expensive skirt careful not to rip it and then starts work on the beige blouse with the plunging neckline which had otherwise given enough access to her. But she needs to see Miranda, needs to worship the body which will carry her child.
While Andy succeeds in divesting Miranda of her garments, Miranda has been less successful. The kisses she's being showered with is driving her mad with ecstasy, so all she can do is whimper, quiver and moan as Andy takes charge.
Andy looks up for a moment to marvel at her handiwork. Miranda is completely naked on their bed, flushed with blotches of red marring her otherwise flawless neck and breastbone. The stubborn forelock glints in the golden light of the room as Miranda quivers then raises both her hands in a gesture to call Andy back, already missing the feeling of her body against hers.
And that is enough to make Andy plunge back into the bubble of carnal pleasure as she kisses Miranda all over. She plant a fervent kiss on each nipple and nips at it while Miranda whimpers, and then travels down to that scar near her stomach which is a reminder of her having given birth to her precious daughters.
Andy's heart is again filled with pride thinking about how in 9 months this body would have given birth to their child. This, tonight feels new, as if Andy is born again. As if this Miranda underneath her, carrying this child inside her is even more beautiful and radiant, if that's possible.
She can feel Miranda's scent strongly and the rest can go to hell because she needs to taste her, so she slowly parts her legs and is more than happy to see that Miranda's dripping wet, her outer lips red and swollen ready to be paid attention to.
Andy flicks her tongue across the outer lips and Miranda moans in delight 'Oh darling' and holds Andy's head in place while thrusting her hips forward.
Andy is glad for the easier access and starts her ministrations in full swing. She plunges two fingers into Miranda while she keeps lapping at the abundance of juices.
Miranda whimpers and quivers and emits little 'Aahs' and 'Uuhns' which makes Andy fuzzyheaded.
She fucks Miranda in slow even rhythmic movements and when Miranda whimpers breathlessly 'Faster!' she does exactly that while grinding her palm into Miranda's clit and soon Miranda is cumming all over Andy's hands and shivering in the aftermath of an orgasm trying to contain her moans by biting into the pillow.
Her chest heaving, face flushed, eyes closed in ecstasy, with that silver forelock sticking due to the sheen of sweat covering her forehead. All the while Andy holds her and revels in being with Miranda and seeing her caught in the throes of passion.
Andy feels like the luckiest girl on Earth.
As Miranda rides out of her orgasm and gets her bearings back Andy settles down beside her happy and sated enough to be this way but Miranda has other plans as she climbs atop Andy and kisses her mouth tasting herself on Andy, 'Let me love you.'
Then all Andy remembers is revelling in Miranda's hands all over her body and kisses from paradise and orgasming even without the help of Miranda's hand. So loving Andy Miranda does and that too for a great while after which they fall into a dreamless sleep wrapped in each other's arms.
4.04 a.m
Andy stands near their bedroom window with her back towards the room and her lover who's sleeping soundlessly on their comfortable bed.
A slight frown mars her beautiful features as she looks out into the dark, seeing nothing. Last night had been a ridiculously happy moment in her life, she had never felt such happiness but this morning when the newness of it has worn off, just a bit, she lets the other worries sink in.
She desperately wants things to be alright, for Miranda to not suffer too much or be in too much pain, she wants this to be successful, she wants this to be easy and lots of other things which sound improbable.
'Andre-Andrea' she hears her lovers sleepy voice calling her back to bed. She turns back to see Miranda looking dis-oriented with her sleep mussed hair as she blinks and then extends a hand to call Andy back to bed.
Who is she to reject the offer? It's cold, Miranda and a warm bed calls.
She climbs in as Miranda covers them with a blanket and wraps her hand around Andy's mid-section. But sleep evades Andy and like everything else Miranda is quick enough to catch it and know the reason of her lover's worry.
'We'll do this. It'll be fine.' She says assuredly and Andy smiles. Her Miranda is capable of anything in the world and she'll do this too.
She turns to look at Miranda who's looking lovingly into her eyes and Andy is hopeful again. Yes they will do this.
So she smiles and says instead, 'I'm not rich enough to buy you expensive presents but know this that I am so grateful..so very grateful.'
'Andrea never talk to me about money or fight with me over it. Understood.' Miranda huffs.
'Yes yes understood, I just want to..to let you know in some way what this means to me.' She rests a hand on Miranda's flat abdomen and kisses her forehead.
Miranda pulls at a chain on Andy's neck which she has worn ever since she was 5. It's a simple gold locket with an 'A' on it, it was a birthday gift from her grandfather and she has always loved wearing it. It's simple and small and not too expensive but it's one of her prized possessions.
'Give this to me' Miranda says coyly.
Andy is amazed that Miranda would want something so plebeian, so common and want to make it her own. So she asks, 'Give it..umm, you want to wear it?'
Miranda glares and gives her the 'what-else–do-you-think-I-would-do-with- it?- Eat-it.'
Then she softens and says, 'That way I can carry you around with me all the time.' Then a smirk.
Andy again has that feeling of being the luckiest girl alive.
Without another word, she takes it off and ties it around Miranda's neck. They both look at it for a while and then Miranda takes her hand, kisses it and drifts off to sleep while Andy is left to muse over her good fortune.
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