Sarah woke up the next morning at around 3am.

She felt sick and light headed again. Making her way to the bathroom, she discovered that Mort wasn't in bed. Feeling around for the light switch she looked into the mirror and saw her pale reflection. After she was done being sick she brushed her teeth and searched for Mort.

"Hey babe? " She called as she walked into the study and saw him typing away, he had a look of distress on his face as though something wasn't going his way, and she was right, it wasn't.

"Mort..." She called again, stepping directly in front of him. He had to see her she knew he did but she didn't get a response.
Her eyes shut for a moment still tired. "Mort " She shook his shoulder and he finally looked up and her and blinked.

"Oh, hey." He said as he looked back down at the computer.

"You must have been really enthralled with that story." She laughed a bit and kissed his cheek.
He nodded and shut off the computer quickly.

"Oh, yeah, the story."
Sarah looked at him strangely wondering why he was short.

"So, when are you going to let me read this one babe?" She asked curious as to what he was writing and why he had shut it off so quickly.
He shook his head and stood up, shrugging her off of his shoulders.

"Not any time soon, it's going like I planned."
"I'm sorry sweetie." She stood before him and reached down for his hands.
"What are you doing up?" He finally asked as he took hold of her fingers and squeezed them gently.
Sarah looked at him and frowned.

"Oh, I just woke up feeling sick that's all."
Mort reached out and dropped her hands and rubbed her stomach. "The baby, huh?"
She smiled, "I guess I don't mind, it lets me know that it's there."
Mort returned the smile and lead her back into the bedroom.
They both sat down in bed and Mort tucked her under the covers."So tell me, what is this story about?" Sarah asked as she laid her head down in his lap.
Mort remained silent for a second. "Oh, ugh, just life."
"Who's life?" She asked as she rubbed his knee.
Mort cleared his throat and replied, "I'd rather not talk about it, the whole story is pissing me off."
Sarah laughed a bit and apologized, "I'm sorry, but just remember, it's only a story Mort."
Its not just any story, it's our story, he thought.
"I know honey...I just hate writers block." He reached down and ran his fingers lovely through her hair.
"Mort... were you really thinking of me today?" She questioned seriously, referring to his incident with Amy.
Mort nodded. "Of course I was. To tell you the truth, I never fully stop thinking about you."
Sarah smiled and sat up, gazing into his brown eyes, noticing he was wearing his glasses.
"You're wearing these old things? What happened to your contacts?" She asked.
He shrugged. "I like 'these old things' for a change."
Sarah giggled a bit and commented, "You haven't worn them since I first met you."
"I know, whatever." He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose with a rather 'matter of fact' attitude.
"Mort, how far did you go with Amy?" She asked wanting to know the truth.
Mort looked at her for a moment wondering if he should lie, but he couldn't.
"I went half way." He answered ashamed of himself.
Sarah looked down disappointed in him. "Oh,"
"Baby, I stopped didn't I?"
Sarah looked up at him again and nodded. "I guess so, that's all that matters really."
Mort ran his finger tips against her cheek. "You know I love you."
"I suppose so, don't you." Sarah replied and remained disappointed.
"And you DON'T love me?" He asked sadly.
She sighed and looked at him, still adjusting to his glasses. "Of course I love you Mort, I just don't know about you sometimes."
Mort returned her sigh and lifted her gaze back into his, "I understand if you're pissed, I'm pissed off at myself. I am so sorry."
She smiled slightly and said, "I will forgive you this time, but if it happens again we're over and I mean that as much as I don't want to mean it, I do."
He nodded and looked away from her for a moment. "I understand completely."
"Thank you for being so honest with me though." She said as she laid down on her back and starred at the ceiling, wishing that they weren't having that conversation.
He laid next to her and placed his arm across her stomach. "I couldn't lie to you, not if my life depended on it."
His hand moved down to her hip and he kissed her cheek. "Are you still feeling sick?" He changed the subject.
She shook her head no.
"Good, I worry about you, you get sick often, is that normal?" He ask quiet seriously.
"I made an appointment with the doctor for next week, so we'll find out then." She replied and reached down and grabbed his hand.
"Sarah, I'm so excited!" He said honestly as he placed his head into her neck. Then he whispered, "You'll be a great mother."
Sarah's eyes teared once she heard his words and she smiled down at him. "And you'll be a great father."
"I wonder if it's a boy or a girl?" He said as he moved their hands back up to her stomach.
"Me too, which do you want?" She asked, already knowing what he was going to say.
"I want a girl so she can be as pretty as her mom but then I'll have to chase all the boys away." He laughed a little and kissed her neck softly.
Sarah giggled a bit and felt him roll on top of her, her legs naturally parting so that his waist was against hers.
"God, you're beautiful and so understanding and so patient with me Sarah, I couldn't have asked for anything more in life." Mort reached his hands up and placed them in her hair.
Sarah smiled at him and nodded, "Damn straight." She laughed a bit and kissed his forehead, "You're not so bad yourself."
"Cocky much?" Mort laughed and kissed her cheek.
"Well, considering the fact that you were half way inside someone else today, I think I have a right to have a little bit of an attitude." She replied and grabbed onto his back.
"How can I make that up to you?" He asked as he massaged her head.
She shrugged. "You tell me..."
Mort lowered his lips to hers and said, "Well I could always kiss you and make it better..."
Sarah shook her head and how silly that sounded. "You could try."
Mort kissed her passionately, his tongue circling hers, teasing her, pulling away when she'd go to touch it. "Better?" He asked, already knowing what she'd say.
"Nope, a little, but you'll have to do better than that." She winked at him playfully and watched him move his lips to her neck. He kissed and licked down her jaw line and breathed hot breath around her ear. His teeth nipped at her earlobe causing her to squirm a little.
Sarah smiled, "That's better..."
Mort reached his hand down to her hip and pressed her tightly against him. Then he kissed her again, this time more forcefully until she had to pull away to catch her breath. His hand reached further down until it was between her legs and he rubbed his fingers against her softly. She moaned a little and dug her finger nails into the small of his back until he too let out a sigh. He reached his hands up her night shirt and slipped it up over her head and kissed down her chest, his tongue flicking against her skin every so often. He hands then moved down to her panties and slid them off slowly his eyes never leaving hers.
Sarah reached up and took hold of his shirt and brought his lips down to hers, she kissed him sweetly and then sat up some to remove his shirt. Once it was off she pushed him onto his knees and pulled down his boxers. They laid there for a moment naked together and smiled at one another.
"Am I making it better?" Mort asked with a sly grin.
Sarah shrugged, "We'll see about that."
Mort's lips found hers again and he kissed her gently, his tongue barely entering her mouth. Sarah deepened their kiss and carefully caught his bottom lip between her teeth and pulled back some, egging him on.
Mort giggled a bit and ran his hand down her thigh, his finger tips digging into her skin. Sarah spread open her legs and whispered, "Do you really want to make it up to me?"
Mort nodded and looked up at her.
"Then make love to me." She said as she ran her fingers through his hair.
And with that request he entered inside of her and thanked God that it was the one he loved and not Amy.