'He wants to make love to me? I'm as big as a house with another man's child! How can he even stand to be in the same room with me, much less want me?'
Clay could see the fear and uncertainty in her eyes. He began to pull away from her because he knew he had pushed her too far. Sarah reached out and wrapped her arms firmly around his neck pulling him back down across her. The feelings within her body won and she wanted this man more than her next breath. "Yes, Clay. Please, make love to me."
He felt as if he had just been handed the moon. His mouth descended on hers as his hands resumed their survey of her breasts. He felt her moan into his mouth and this only fueled his desire to have her. Clay reached down and placed his hand beneath the hem of her top and began trailing his fingers along her skin. Her skin felt like silk to him and he wanted to learn it all over again. Slowly he began pushing her top up her body. As he came to her belly he stopped and placed his open palm against her expanding waist. He removed his mouth from her lips and moved down until his face was even with the place where her baby lay.
Sarah stopped breathing, as she waited to see what his reaction to her changing body would be. She practically jumped out of her skin as she felt his lips caressing her belly.
Clay had tears in his eyes at how beautiful she was to him. "Hi Little One. Have you been giving your mother a hard time? I heard she didn't sleep well last night. Did you have something to do with that? I bet you did." As he was talking to the baby, he was smoothing his hand over the swell that enclosed and protected this precious life. Just then Clay felt a flutter beneath his hand and his eyes shot up to Sarah's. All she could do was smile and nod her head. Yes, that was the baby within her moving at the sound of his voice.
Clay looked back at her belly, with a silly grin on his face, and leaned forward to kiss her body again. "He likes the sound of my voice," said Clay in awe.
Sarah giggled, "And what makes you think Little One is a boy?" Sarah had begun to refer to the baby as 'Little One' after someone asked her one time too many if "It" was okay.
"I don't know, but we're going to have a son, Sarah."
'We? Did he just say we?' cried Sarah's mind.
'We? Did I just say we?' questioned Clay to himself. Taking a deep breath Clay felt a warmth flow over him, a peace he had never experienced before in his forty-two years. He decided at that exact moment that he couldn't live without her and her child and he didn't want to even try. He did not care that she had run from him to another man, hell, he had run to several different women and could not throw stones. He loved her and that was all that mattered at that exact moment in time.
Slowly he continued to remove her top, as he kissed his way up her body. He hesitated for several minutes at her breasts paying homage to her darkened nipples and then continued on. He licked his way up her neck to her ears, and nibbled gently on them before coming to rest on her luscious lips.
He pulled back and looked deeply into her eyes. There he saw acceptance, arousal, and the thing that surprised him the most, love. "I love you," whispered Clay. "I've never stopped. You need to know that I came in out of the field, Sarah. After my last mission it became obvious that I'd lost my perspective. I was a danger to myself, to you and anyone around me. I still work for the company, but I'm behind the scenes now. I travel very little and am actually comfortable as a controller instead of being the controlled."
Sarah didn't know what to say. She'd never imagined that Clay would give up fieldwork. He was one of the best agents the Company had ever had, but it was obvious that things had changed since last they had spoken. She reached out and touched his face. "What does that mean for us?" she tentatively inquired.
To be continued…