A/N: Hey, I getting 'em out pretty fast, huh? Alright, so this is, after twenty-six chapters, where I earn my M rating. How mad would you be if I said that there were four other sex scenes I didn't put in because I'm a chicken? But this one had to happen. So be nice, because I'm seriously stressing over this. Alright! Go!

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Unlike Sara, I had the night off, and I got no sleep. It was just like Sydney said; I felt guilty. Guilty for asking this of Sara, for not being happy with what I had. Why wasn't I totally satisfied with the life we had built? It was a wonderful life, wasn't it? I never slept well at night anymore, but that night it was impossible. I went through half a book of sudoku, managed to chew up a perfectly good pen, and still I was no closer to knowing what to say.

"Hey, honey? You know how some people, women mostly, get pregnant sometimes? Well, ya wanna try it? Could be fun."

No.

"Sweetie? Remember how we've given up the next fifteen years of our lives? That just doesn't seem like enough to me. How do you feel about twenty?"

I don't think so.

I was still wracking my brain when Sara came home…two hours early. She collapsed into bed in her clothes and faced away from me without saying anything. I reached out to her shoulder but she shrugged away from my touch. "Babe?" I asked tentatively.

She heard the unspoken question and without turning over said, "It was a slow night. Grissom sent me home."

I thought about it. That was certainly plausible, Gil had been more than accommodating lately. But I sensed there was more. I knew better than to push her before she was ready, though. So I backed off. "Oh. Okay."

I let my disappointment leach into my tone just enough and she finally rolled over. For a moment her eyes were tense and nervous, but at my worried expression, she forced a smile. She reached out to touch my face. "You haven't been sleeping, have you?"

I shook my head. "I never sleep without you."

Something flickered in her eyes, but instantly it subsided. It happened so fast that if hadn't been Sara, I would have missed it. But I didn't. "Missed your human mattress, huh? Well, we can't have that."

She proceeded to strip down to her top and panties and join me in our bed. In our usual position, she wrapped her arms around me from behind and, slowly, I fell asleep, still not able to shake the guilt, but unable to fight the comfort of Sara's arms.

When I woke up, it was to a cold and empty bed. Putting on a robe and slippers, I went downstairs to find the usual breakfast chaos. I watched with a warm heart as the scene unfolded.

"Linds," Sara was at the counter with her head in cupboard, "I think we went through the fruit loops yesterday. Your Mom or I will pick up some up this week. Until then; Cheerios or Raisin Bran?"

Big dramatic sigh. "Cheerios. Can I have bananas in them?"

"Mhm." Sara got out the cereal, bowl, and milk, and let Lindsey handle the rest. "Okay, Ayla, honey, what'll it be?"

"Orange juice."

"And?"

"Yogurt."

"And?"

"Granola."

"That's my girl."

"Good Morning!" Maggie had spotted me and greeted me brightly. She was running around in her little pink undies and one of Sara's giant Harvard t-shirts.

I bent down, hoisted her onto my hip, and gave her a big kiss. "Maggie May, you are getting too big to be up here."

She poked my shoulder repeatedly, "Umm…what are you having for breakfast?" I knew the look in the eye.

"Maggie May," I warned, "you're not trying to steal half my grapefruit, are you?"

My happy child beamed, nodding vigorously. "And a pop tart."

I glanced at Sara who shook her head. She was the food police, not me. I'd let the girls eat ice cream three meals a day if they wanted, the pop tarts had been my investment. The girls knew better than to ask Sara for junk, whereas I could rarely say no to their pathetic little faces. I set Maggie back down. What Sara said ruled when it came to food. "How about half a grapefruit and some jelly toast?" I squatted down to pat her little girl tummy. "And you can have chocolate milk. How does that sound?"

As the girls sat eating their breakfast, Sara stood watching them intensely. I dropped my head onto her shoulder. I must have scared her because she tensed under me.

"We spoil them too much." Sara frowned.

I shook my head. "We just don't have enough time to spoil them more."

Sara moved out of my hold. "They're going to lose perspective. They won't know how the world really works."

I looked at her, alarmed. Something was wrong. My Sara would never say something like that. "No, they're going to grow up knowing they have parents who love and adore them." I held her wrist lightly. "Sara, no child should ever have to know how the world really works." Sara refused to meet my gaze. I held her jaw and pulled her back to me. I had no idea what was running through her mind. Her face was unreadable. "Babe? Talk to me."

But she shifted away. "Later."

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In the mornings, I dropped off Maggie while Sara took the older girls. In the afternoon, we switched. I liked starting my days with a bubbling Maggie, just as I enjoyed my Lindsey-Ayla time when I picked up the little chatterboxes. I dropped Maggie off cranky that morning. I hadn't played the alphabet game with her in the car, as was our usual, instead choosing to stare off into space at every stoplight.

Miss Maggie May had not liked it one bit. But I had other things on my mind, namely Sara. She had been genuinely upset at breakfast. About what? She'd said we'd talk about it later. I was beginning to think later would have to be as soon as we got home. Maybe my little announced was just going to have to wait. My drive back to the house was just as pensive as the one away from it.

When I pulled into the driveway I saw that Sara had beat me there, and a knot started to tie in my stomach. In the kitchen, the coffee was already made. Dropping my keys on the counter, I poured two cups and walked out onto the deck where Sara already sat. This had become a bit of a tradition with us; talk, drink coffee, shower, sleep. This was our peaceful, quiet time, just for us. Usually we talked about mundane things; work, the girls, money, the girls, dinner menus, and possibly the girls. But today, the air was different, Sara didn't turn around when I slid the door open, didn't lean in when I kissed her cheek.

"Thank you," she muttered as I handed her a cup. I took a seat beside her, but made no move to start the conversation. After long minutes of silence, she finally began. "I…I lied. It wasn't a slow night at the lab."

I tread carefully. "I never thought it was."

She sipped her coffee. "Grissom sent me home."

I blinked. Sara hadn't been sent home since we'd been together. I cleared my throat, "Why?"

She chewed her lip, thinking. "You know the Rawlins case?"

I nodded. "The one you, Nick, and War have been on for the last week?"

Sara ducked her head and placed her mug on the ground. "Yeah, well, we finally got enough probable cause for a warrant on the son's apartment. Warrick and Nick went to execute and I stayed to process. And we all know this cocky little bastard did it. Then, while I was waiting for something to work on, the sister comes in and starts defending her little jerk-off brother. She just wouldn't shut up and she was so wrong. He killed her parents for fuck's sake! There's a mountain of evidence. But she just kept going on and one. Finally, I snapped and yelled at her to shut the fuck up and get over her denial. And I'm not sorry I said it. Except that Grissom saw the whole thing. He got seriously pissed off, gave me a speech, and sent me home. That's it."

I sat back, exhaling. "Wow."

"Yeah." Sara sat back as well.

"Been awhile since that happened."

"Yeah."

We sat in silence for another minute before I broke down and asked, "What went wrong? Why'd you lose your cool today?"

She looked over, regarding me seriously. "I was distracted."

I frowned and shook my head in confusion. "Distracted? By what?" Usually she was so focused on her work.

Sara stood and leaned against a cornerstone, her arms crossed over her chest defensively. "Oh, I don't know," she scoffed. "Could be I was thinking about a certain big thing my girlfriend has been hiding from me and was planning to tell me at the end of shift." Her voice was a shade below angry.

"What?" I felt my stomach plummet as her words sunk in. Shit. I shut my eyes tight. "You heard that?"

Her jaw hardened. "Every word."

I flinched at her expression. Crap. "…and?"

Her eyes flashed. "And I agree with Nancy; withholding the truth is the same as lying."

Setting my coffee down, I put my head in my hands. Disaster. "Not this time it's not. I'm not lying to you. It's thoughts, that's all; nothing but thoughts. Nancy guessed my thoughts and it is her opinion that I should talk to you about them. And Sydney's."

"Sydney? You talked to Sydney about it before me?"

Walked right into that one. "Ah! She guessed okay? We were girl-talking at the park and she guessed."

Sara didn't look convinced. "And both of them think you should tell me?"

"Yes."

She dropped her arms and stood in front of my seat. "So?"

I shut my eyes again. I wasn't ready for this. "So…what?" I stalled.

Sara sighed. "What do you mean, so what? Catherine, what is it?"

I winced. "It's complicated."

"Complicated?"

"Okay, not complicated." I stood up and started pacing the patio, hugging myself nervously. "It's just really hard to tell you."

"Maybe you could just say it really fast." Her anger seemed to be slipping away as she saw how terrified I was of telling her.

I shook my head.

"Could we talk it out?"

I shook my head.

"Well, what do you want to do?"

"I…Could you sit down? It's easier for me to talk to you sitting down."

Sara obliged, picking up her coffee again.

"Okay, uh, let's see here…" I trailed off as my pacing became more frenzied. Where to start?

Sara was also looking more and more uncertain as she watched my frantic actions. "Cath," she began, "…this isn't anything to do with you and me, is it?"

I paused. It did involve both of us, though not in the way she probably meant. But my hesitance was enough to panic Sara.

"Is it…" She swallowed, "is it me? Did I do something or, or not do something? Are we…? Do you want to…?" She swallowed again. "I'm not about to lose you here, am I, Cath?"

I put my head in my hand. "Shit. This was so not how this was supposed to go." I came to kneel in front of her seat taking one of her hands in both of mine. "No," I soothed her, "no, baby, you're not gonna lose me, don't even think it." I reached up to touch her face briefly and I smiled weakly, trying to reassure her hopeful eyes. "I'm not going anywhere. This is nothing like that. It's just…I'm afraid of how you're going to react and I don't want to ruin everything and I'm afraid if I tell you…"

Sara nodded. She stood and pulled me to my feet. "Can we go inside? It's cold out here."

When we were settled in the living room, Sara on the sofa and me biting my thumbnail by the fireplace, Sara looked expectantly at me. She was clearly trying her best to be patient, but it was never really her strong suit. At best she managed to act restrained. "Just take your time."

I nodded, switching from biting my nail to my lip. Why was this so damn hard? "Okay, well…it's like this…" But I couldn't say it. "The thing is, I've been thinking about this for a while now…" Stop being such a chicken shit, Catherine! I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Okay. Calm down. You can do this. I went over and sat beside Sara on the couch. Determinedly, I looked straight in her eyes. "Honey…I…I want another baby."

Silence.

Just complete and utter silence. She didn't blink, she didn't breathe, she didn't move a muscle. Nothing.

"Honey?"

She squeaked incoherently.

I cautiously put a hand on her knee. "Honey?"

Her eyes were wide where she stared at the coffee table. "Hmm?"

"Uh, I guess that wasn't exactly what you were expecting."

She shook her head mutely. After another minute of silence she looked over at me, incredulously. "You…you want another- a fourth child?"

I ducked my head, "Yes."

She blinked for the first time in minutes. "Are you insane?!"

I bit my lip. "Very probably." My heart sunk. I hadn't really expected her to say yes, but the rejection hurt even worse than I thought it would.

Sara must have heard my disappointment because her expression softened a little. She covered my hand on her knee with her own. "Cath…why?"

I closed my eyes. "I don't know, I just…" I stopped, trying to collect my thoughts, "I know four is a lot of kids. And I know we just got settled and I know that the three we've got are wonderful. But I want a baby with you. I do. I want a chance to start from the beginning with you. I want you to know what it's like." I shook my head, "Maybe I am crazy. But I've been thinking about this since we got together."

Sara looked startled- even more startled. "Really?"

I nodded, "Off and on, yeah. And then a couple of months ago I talked to Sydney about Grayson and she could tell by how I looked at him that I missed having a baby to love." I met Sara's gaze, "And I know it's only been nine months, and that isn't very long. But…I love you. This isn't going anywhere, this is it for me. And I'm forty-one next month, so if it was ever going to happen, I had to bring it up now- I don't want to be more than sixty for a baby's graduation." My voice grew a bit desperate here. "It's just something I can feel, Sar. Lindsey's mine, she's ours, but she was mine first. Ayla and Maggie are your girls before they're mine. And a baby would bring us all together. A baby would be-"

"You and me." Sara bit her cheek. "I get it." She looked thoughtful for a long moment and then she regarded me. "I can see why you want a baby, babe. I understand it, I really do."

I could feel the disappointment mounting in my chest and an invisible chord was tightening around my throat. "But?" I asked, knowing what was about to come.

She shook her head, "But I can't, Catherine. I just can't. A baby is too much."

I shut my eyes. It shouldn't have hurt as much as it did, I'd been expecting this from the start. I wasn't prepared for the pain that surged through me and the overwhelming feeling loss that followed. "Yeah," I whispered. "I thought you'd say something, like that." I swallowed. Meeting her gaze, I smiled tightly and wiped at one eye before the tear had chance to fall. "It's fine. I'll be okay." I stood up. "I, uh, need a minute."

"Cath-" she tried grabbing my wrist.

But I pulled out of her grasp. "I need to be alone right now, Sara. Try to understand that." And I disappeared up the stairs.

I cried. I shut the door, collapsed on the bed, and I sobbed. My brain kept screaming at me to pull myself together. Things would be okay. I still had Sara, and the girls, and that was enough. So I wasn't going to be a mother again. So what? The woman I loved didn't want it and I certainly didn't want to do it without her. So there. That was settled.

Except it wasn't. My head could say whatever it wanted to on the subject, but my heart ruled on this one. And my heart was in agony. I felt the loss of this child as if it had been a real person and not just a fantasy. I felt like my dreams had been torn apart. So I sobbed long and hard.

I'm not sure how long I cried before I heard the door open. I turned my back and tried to stifle my cries- maybe she would get the message. She didn't. Instead, she came to the bed and pulled me into her arms. She cradled me and rocked me, kissing my forehead and whispering sweet words. I tried to get away from her but she held me tight.

Eventually, I surrendered and buried my face in her hair. I tried to keep from crying, but nothing could have stemmed the flow, I wept just as hard as before, shaking us both with my wracking sobs. After a while I felt a second, softer vibration and I looked up. Sara was crying. Silently, rivulets of tears were streaming down her cheeks, her body shook slightly with effort of remaining quiet.

Worried, my tears immediately lessened. I reached out to wipe her tears away with a thumb. "What wrong?" I croaked.

She shook her head. "You're in pain and it's my fault. I hate that you're suffering. I hate it."

I traced her lips with a finger. "This is my fault. I completely brought this upon myself. I should never have told you."

"No," Sara wrapped her arms around my middle and lay us down, spooning. "You should have told me, I'm glad you told me." She nuzzled my shoulder.

"Catherine? Can I tell you why I said 'no'?""

I shrugged noncommittally. I had stopped crying for the moment, but I wasn't out of danger of a relapse.

"It's important to me."

"Go ahead, then."

Sara was silent for so long before she started, I thought she had changed her mind. But finally, she sighed and spoke. "Thirty to fifty percent of child abuse victims go on to become child abusers themselves. Did you know that? That's the statistic. I always swore to myself that I would never be a parent, that I would never take that chance. But then Ayla was born and…I fell in love with her and Maggie. And then I fell in love with Lindsey and hopelessly in love with you."

Sara stopped there to kiss my neck once. I didn't acknowledge her. "But I was still afraid- I am still afraid." Her voice tightened. "My grandfather used to beat my Dad unconscious. My mother's parents forced her to take drugs when she was only ten years old. And look how they turned out; they were monsters. I never want that to be me. Except that it's in my blood. I can feel it there. Every time I get angry or frustrated, it's there. And someday I'm going to lose control. So, I can't bring another baby into this house, Cath. I just can't."

I sat up. I saw a window of opportunity here, but I had to tread very carefully. "It's not in your blood, Sar. You know that. No gene has been isolated that encourages violent behavior. It's conditioning, it's your experiences and how you react to them."

Sara looked away from me.

I continued, "You know I'm right. Besides, if thirty to fifty percent of abused children become child abusers, then there's fifty to seventy percent that don't." Hesitantly, I lay a hand on her thigh. "You're in that seventy percent, babe."

Sara shook her head adamantly, shutting her eyes tight. "No! You don't know!" Her voice was getting louder. "You don't understand!"

Not liking being yelled at, I turned on the defensive. "Give me a little credit, Sara. Do you think I would let you within five miles of any one of our children if I thought for a second that there was even the slightest chance that you would lay a finger on them? You're not a monster, you just aren't."

"But I have these thoughts-"

"Thoughts when you're tired, hungry, angry and frustrated? Thoughts about crushing and tearing and inflicting pain- maybe even at the little pink-clad object of your frustration?" Sara looked somewhat taken aback at my vehemence. "Everyone has those thoughts, Sara! You can't control it, you can't! You're mad and you just want some peace and quiet and a flood of thoughts just rushes in. Everybody has them."

I waited until she looked at me. "Thoughts don't make you a bad person- it's what you do with them. And you would never act on those thoughts-" She tried to interrupt me but I pressed on, "no, listen. I know you wouldn't. You aren't one of those people who internalized their bad childhood and take it out on the world. You're just the opposite. You've taken your experiences and made them your own. They don't control you. You spend your life helping people and loving people- and being loved by people. That's not how a monster lives."

She looked uncertain.

I lay back down, facing her. "You could never hurt our girls, Sara." I hesitated. "And you could never hurt our baby."

I saw her mouth the words 'our baby', and then a silence stretched between us for long minutes. I just snuggled up to her chest and let her think.

Finally, she shifted under me until she had flipped our positions and she was looking into my eyes. The she kissed me deeply, nipping my lip and thrusting her tongue alongside mine. When she drew back, we were both short of breath.

I looked questioningly at her and she kissed me again, chastely this time. "I love you," she whispered, by way of explanation.

Still puzzled, I nodded. "I love you, too."

"You always know exactly what to say to make me feel better."

I shook my head, "I just say what I think, and it always happens to be what you need to hear."

She smiled lightly, "Maybe that's why you're so perfect for me- you don't even have try."

"Could have something to do with it."

Sara pulled me to a sitting position and took my hands in hers. "Cath, a baby…a baby is a really big decision. And I can't make it in one day. I'm still nowhere near ready to make such a big commitment. Not because of you but because of my own insecurities." She squeezed my hands and regarded me with a troubled expression on her face. "Give me some time to think about it. Okay? I…I understand why you want this, and I can see the good things. But I can't promise anything. Just give me a little time."

My heart soared. I had a chance.

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It was unbelievably hard not to constantly ask Sara about the baby. Every morning I would wake up thinking that this would be the day she'd tell me. But the day didn't come. Valentine's day passed, my birthday went by, then Lindsey's birthday, until it had been more than two months and April, and Ayla's birthday, were fast approaching. I gave up. I figured that Sara hadn't wanted make me cry again, so she let me down lightly. It wasn't going to happen.

I got home late from dropping off Maggie one day because I had to drop off the dry cleaning and restock at the pharmacy. Figuring Sara was already in bed, I headed upstairs. Sara wasn't there. I changed out of my suit and into sweats and tee, then I went back downstairs in search of my lady love.

"Sara?" I called from the kitchen.

"Out here." Her voice came from the deck.

I found her reclining in a chair, still dressed in jeans and a tank top, hands around a steaming cup of coffee. Mine was waiting for me on the table. "What's going on? I thought you'd be in bed by now. You didn't need to wait for me."

She smiled and stood, setting her coffee beside mine. She came to stand in front of me. "I know. But I wanted to." She reached in her back pocket and produced a small, rectangular, blue velvet box.

My eyes widened. "What's this for?" I quickly ran through dates in my head trying to figure if I'd forgotten an anniversary or something. Nothing came to mind.

Sara handed me the box. "No reason. Just because I can."

I stared at the box.

"Go ahead, open it."

Slowly, I lifted the lid, and then gasped. "Sara…"

The necklace was a simple silver chain, but on it…wow. Three medium-sized deep blue stones each with a smaller teardrop blue stone hanging below it. And around each stone were dozens of tiny diamonds. It was exquisite. I looked up at Sara. She was grinning.

"Honey, this must have cost you a fortune." I knew jewelry, and this was easily the most expensive piece I had ever had.

Sara shrugged, "So what? You deserve it. Oh, before I forget…" She delved into her front pocket and came back with another, smaller, blue velvet box and opened it. "There's matching earrings."

I reached out for the box. "Oh, my God."

"They're blue topaz. Like 'em?" Sara bounced on heels, clearly pleased with herself.

"They're beautiful." I took a step forward into her arms and kissed her. "Thank you."

My workout pants and tank didn't exactly go with my new jewels, so the boxes were carefully closed and set aside. Taking my coffee, I moved to grass, knowing Sara would follow. She did, wrapping her arms around my waist, setting her chin on my shoulder. I reclined in her embrace, content to enjoy the moment.

"You know," Sara said slowly, "a baby would change everything."

I stiffened, nearly spilling my coffee. Was this is it? Were we finally going to talk this out? "I know."

"And that's assuming we get pregnant- it's a quite a process."

Draining my coffee, I dropped my mug to the grass and turned in Sara's arms. I tried to read her expression, but she was making the Sara face, which meant I had no idea what she was thinking. "I know."

"And you're sure this is something you want to do? We can't change our minds once we decide to do this."

My eyes lit. "We?"

Sara gave me a crooked smile and then an out and out grin. "Catherine?" She put both hands on my hips and pulled me into her. Then she bent forward and whispered in my ear, "Would you have a baby with me?"

I exhaled a breath I had been holding for the last two months and smiled. I was willing myself not to cry. "Really?"

"Yeah, really. I told you I needed time to think about it. Well, I thought about it. At first I was really afraid, for a lot of reasons; my family, myself, being pregnant- it really freaked me out." She kissed me but she could not wipe the smile off my face. "But then I remembered Ayla and Maggie as babies, and I saw Lindsey's baby pictures, and I thought about you and what it would be like to raise a baby with you. And I don't know, all of a sudden I was seeing babies everywhere. And now…I'm still a bit afraid, particularly about the giving birth part, but I also know that I want this chance with you. You're my soul mate, Cat. I know that sounds corny, but it's true. And I wouldn't want to have a baby with anyone but you."

Okay, I was crying now. Crying and laughing. I threw my arms around Sara's neck and kissed her clumsily.

She laughed into my lips. "I'm not going anywhere, hon. Slow down."

But I was determined and, once I gained my footing, the real kissing commenced. "I love you," I whispered when we pulled apart.

She squeezed me tight. "I love you, too. So much." And we just stood there in each other's arms for several minutes until Sara stepped back a pace. "Cath, there is one condition to doing this, though."

I frowned, "Okay."

She moved forward and lay a hand on my abdomen. "If I'm having anybody's baby, it sure as hell better be yours."

I let the words sink in. "But- oh, really? You want to- with my eggs? In you?" The possibility was oddly arousing and my voice kept catching in my throat.

"Mhm." I could feel her nuzzle my neck, nipping and kissing softly. "Sorry, it's just, the thought of you…" Her voice was ragged, "a part of you, growing inside me…it just does something to me. For me." She bit my pulse point none too gently.

I closed my eyes and let out a low moan. In the middle of our backyard. In the middle of the day. "Oh, my god, Sara." Clearly it did something for me, too. But I pushed her back a pace, trying to clear my head, "So, are we really going to do this?"

Sara grinned, "Do what? Have a baby? Or go make love on the trampoline?"

My eyes shifted to the right, staring at the trampoline. Oh Jesus. My desire for her shot up about six levels, "Uhh…either, both. No, wait, one at a time. Potentially life changing one first. Are we going to try to have a baby?"

"Well, I'm not going to lie, I think sex on a trampoline could be fairly life changing, but in answer to your question- yes. Catherine Willows, I would love to have a baby with you."

I beamed. "Sara, you've just made me the happiest woman in the world."

"Wait 'til we get on that trampoline…" She bit her lip.

"God, you can't stop, can you?"

"Did you know that after the first trimester, many women find they have an increased sex drive?"

I looked around jokingly, "Well then, we need to get you to a doctor and knocked up quick."

She laughed and then kissed me deeply, passionately, "I am so in love with you."

We were both breathing heavily, "God, I love you. More than anything."

I found that I had unconsciously been pushing Sara back and her thighs hit the side of the trampoline. I couldn't help but giggle. Thank god we had a fenced in yard. Kissing me, Sara moved her hands under my shirt to run her fingers over my bra. I arched into the contact. I bit her lip lightly and groaned as her soft touches became nails in my skin. "Sara…"

There was a deep chuckle. "That's what you get," she whispered into my mouth.

I hummed my agreement and bit her lip again, harder this time. She growled and pulled my tank top up over my head. I leaned back and undid my own bra, for the sake of time. "We've got to hurry," I muttered as Sara's mouth came down on my neck. "Nancy's coming by at eleven."

Sara grunted her acknowledgement and then again when I squeezed her ass tightly. It turned out to be a bad move, because Sara's instinctual reaction was to bite down on the soft skin over my pulse point. It would definitely leave a mark, and you can't wear turtlenecks in Las Vegas without raising suspicion.

Sara's hands came up to massage my bare breasts, and my eyes snapped shut. My hands came around front to start fidgeting with herzipper. Leaving it unzipped, I moved up and under her blouse, running my fingertips over her ribs- something that drove her crazy. I progressed slowly towards her breasts, too slowly for her taste, apparently, because she began to squirm. Much to her disappointment, I withdrew. "Buttons," I murmured.

Understanding, Sara began to rapidly help me with the buttons of her top.

When her top was gone, I began working on her jeans in earnest. When they were down to her ankles, I got a little surprise. "Commando?" I smirked into our kiss.

"I had ten minutes to get dressed." Sara flicked both my nipples and then stifled a laugh at my squeak.

I paid her back by forcing a hip between her legs and straight to her center. Grinding against her and thoroughly enjoying the guttural noises she was producing, I licked the shell of her ear, whispering, "That's what you get."

Without warning, Sara pulled at the elastic waistband of my pants; they dropped to the ground. Sara quirked an eyebrow, playing with the waistband of my panties. "Mesh thong to drive the kids to school? Bad girl, Mommy."

"It was on the top of the drawer. At least I'm wearing underwear."

Sara began to kiss me deeply, her tongue gliding over mine. At the same time, she twisted us until I was the one against the metal bar. Taking the backs of my thighs, she easily hoisted me until I was seated on the trampoline. Smiling wickedly, I scooted back so that I was in the middle and waited as Sara lifted herself up. On our knees, we kissed, softly. Steadily, Sara fell back, bringing me with her, until she was laying down with me easily draped over her hips. I leaned over, kissing her chest and the tops of her breasts. I felt her watching me and sat up.

She pulled me back down. "God, Cat, you make me so…" her breath was labored, "you're so…" Unable to find the words, she took my wrist and guided me down to her wetness.

I groaned. "Sara…" I kissed her passionately, dipping into her folds with one hand as the other held up my weight. I shift my weight so that I was straddling one firm thigh. I refrained from entering Sara, instead choosing to make her wait.

She found her revenge by way of my breasts. Her familiar hands knew exactly how to touch me, to have me arching and moaning. After a few minutes of teasing, neither of us had much will power left. Sara begged first. "Jesus, Cath, please…" She reached up and tugged one nipple, just a bit harder than she had before. It did me in.

Slightly aggressively, I thrust two fingers directly into her. Her yell of lust only spurred me on. Her eyes snapped shut but her hands shifted me so that my wetness rested upon her thigh. She thrust her leg up and into me with force. I had to bite back a scream.

"Come with me." She whispered as she began to move her leg steadily beneath me.

Taking my cue from her I began to rock gently against her leg as I inserted a third finger into her and began to work her clit.

As we began to move more urgently, she took my right nipple between her fingers and tugged hard. I let out a very loud yell, but spared no thoughts to the neighbors.

"Ask me, Cat." Sara's eyes were heavy lidded, her face a tight grimace of desire. "Ask me."

We had played verbal games before, but this was not one I knew, "Ask you what, love?" I finally forced a fourth finger into her. I didn't do it often; only when we were like this and the passion and adrenalin would erase any pain.

"Oh, God, yes." She jerked up as I stretched her. "Cat, ask me." She said again, "Ask me to…have your baby."

Just the words were enough to send me up the incline. "Oh, Sara." I didn't hesitate. I leaned down to whisper in her ear, quickly thrusting in and out of her with my hand, grinding my heat deep into her thigh. We were nearly there. "Have my baby, my darling; feel me in you, my love. Please, I want my baby to grow inside you."

"Ah, Cat, yes. Keep going harder, keep talking."

"I want to see you," I whispered, my voice dripping with desire, shoving deep inside her, as deep as I could go. My eyes were shut tight now; I was so near the edge. "I want to see you swollen for me, Sara," I delighted in her moan; I dimly remembered to curl my fingers into her the way she liked. "Have my baby, Sara, feel it. Oh, god, I need you." And I was there, we both were, "Do it for me, Sara. Give this to me. Have my baby."

And it was like chant as I felt the waves of orgasm crashing over me and seconds later Sara was screaming out my name. My wetness seeped down her leg as I collapsed above her, leaving my fingers deep inside her.

"Oh my God." I whispered.

"That was…" Our breathing was heavy and staggered.

"Amazing."

"Incredible."

"I think I may have died for a minute and come back."

"White light?"

"Yeah."

"Me, too."

I grinned, pulling myself from inside her, "Really?"

"Yeah."

I kissed her softly.

"You meant what you said." She whispered. It wasn't a question.

"Every word, baby." I leaned down to kiss both breasts and then to kiss her abdomen. "I love you. I love our daughters. And I love our baby."

Sara grinned, the hazel flecks in her eyes overly pronounced after orgasm she ran a hand through my hair, "Our baby."

"Our baby."

"I love the sound of that."

"Me, too."

We kissed lazily for a moment before gathering our things. While Sara took a shower, I went out into the back yard to hose and soap down the trampoline.

We made a plan to talk to the kids about our idea after dinner that night. The office, we decided, could wait to hear the news until after Sara was pregnant. No need to jinx it after all. I did, however, tell Nancy while Sara was picking up the girls, and I heard her telling Larry and Tim when I was making dinner that evening.

Nancy's response was one hundred percent supportive, but she did say that she wasn't letting my nephew near the trampoline ever again. I told her I washed it with disinfectant but she just laughed telling me that that was decidedly not the point.

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I wanted to say sorry if the baby talk thing was a serious turn off. I think it's hot. When the woman of my dreams is having my baby, I am going to be so over the moon. I will walk up to complete strangers and be like 'This is my wife! And look, she's having our baby.' And stuff like that. So, sorry if it freaked you out, but it was the premise for the whole sex thing.

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