A/N: This gets a little racy, but this is as high as it's going to go :)

Thank you for all the sweet words guys! You're so kind and it means a lot to me! Thank you for always being so supportive and wonderful. I appreciate it very much! :D

Disclaimer: It's a good thing I don't own GMW because these poor characters would be put through the ringer...

Lucas climbed the stairs of his apartment complex, cracking his neck to loosen up the kinks and then running his hand through his hair with a sigh. Work had been difficult that day. He'd had to inform the owner of a sweet, but fairly old beagle of his status and how much pain he was in. Some tough choices had to be made, and the appointment had ended with tears. Even Emma, who usually could keep her emotions in check, was bawling and he'd let her go back to his office to calm down because she'd been particularly attached to Reggie when he had been convalescing in the ICU.

It was honestly one of the hardest parts of his job, and he sincerely hoped that maybe Maya had some good news or something to get his spirits up.

In addition to that, he was also fairly exhausted. For some reason, a bunch of people had been bringing in pets for the same thing: it seemed like a bout of food poisoning was hitting the city. He'd had to make a few calls to grocery stores and other companies to investigate a brand of pet food that he suspected might have to be recalled. The whole day put together had just about drained Lucas.

All he wanted to do was crawl into bed and hold his little shortstack of pancakes.

He figured she would be home by this time. It'd been about two weeks and a half since she officially moved back in with him (to Riley's absolute spazzing. She nearly killed his ear with her excited squeals when she called him). They had spent a lot of that time moving her stuff back in and refurnishing his home and since then, they'd developed a rhythm again living together.

Maya, provided she didn't have a board of education meeting, conferences with parents, or faculty meetings, tended to come home before him and would make dinner on occasion if she felt like it. When she didn't feel like it, she would usually draw up a bubble bath and try to drag him in with her through seduction tactics but only on the condition that he made dinner (which in his defense was a very hard offer to resist when Maya was standing stark naked in the middle of the bathroom). In the evenings, they would sometimes spend their time cuddling on the couch, watching movies or just talking. Or in their bedroom.

But Maya had been on her cycle up until about a handful of days ago, so they'd spent most of their time going on dates reminiscent of their first ones, commemorating the rebirth of their relationship by visiting all the important places in their past.

It was nice. Lucas loved being able to be with Maya like this, and it made him happy. He couldn't imagine living life any other way or with anyone else other than Maya. He was really looking forward to their future.

Lucas unlocked his apartment door, loosening his tie and tossing his bag on the couch. He peered around the room, noting that the lights were off. Usually, Maya kept the lights on in the foyer so he could see where she'd left her shoes haphazardly lying around and wouldn't trip over them. But all lights were off.

"Maya?" he called out into the apartment.

There was no response.

Confused, he walked to the hallway, checking inside the bathroom to see if maybe she was enjoying herself a bath, but the lights were also off. He walked slowly towards the bedroom, brows furrowed in concern by Maya's absence. As he approached their bedroom door, he distinctly smelled what he was sure was jasmine.

"Maya?"

He opened the door, walking in in slight confusion.

The room was illuminated solely be several scented candles arranged all over the furniture, casting this ethereal, sensual glow around the room.

His mouth went dry, his blood running south almost immediately.

Because Maya was sitting on the edge of the bed, legs crossed, hands resting on her knees with a come hither, sultry look on her face.

Wearing nothing but a skimpy light blue semi sheer baby doll nightie and a lacy matching set of panties clinging to her sexy curves in a way that left little to the imagination.

Lucas knew his mind was short-circuiting, having trouble coming to terms with what he was seeing.

"Hey there, Sheriff Two-Step. I've been a naughty girl. Punish me?" Maya purred with a saucy wink. "And by punish, I mean knock me up because that clock is ticking, and I'm fertile as hell right now and this baby's not going to make itself so it's time to get to work."

And then his heart almost stopped.

But it wasn't because of Maya being scantily clothed, though don't get him wrong, he was plenty aroused from that image alone.

It was because of what was on the ring finger of her left hand.

His grandmother's ring.

The one he proposed to Maya with five years ago.

He had still kept it in his apartment despite thinking he would never get the chance to use it. Maya must have found it somehow. Lucas swallowed thickly, walking up to Maya, and slowly lifted up her hand, staring at it.

"Maya… You're wearing my ring."

A slight blush painted her cheeks rosy red, and she glanced away from him for a second, looking slightly embarrassed.

"Don't mistake this, Huckleberry." She murmured, looking anywhere but at him, "This isn't a sign I want to get married. It's a beautiful ring, and you've kept it all these years despite how much pain it caused you. And since it was meant to go on my finger anyway, I figured I might as well just wear it. You know, also so more guys stop hitting on me."

He couldn't think of anything to say. His mind was drawing a blank as he stared at her. He was happy. So very happy seeing Maya wearing the ring that his heart felt like it was going to burst out of his chest. He had never realized just how desperately his subconscious had wanted Maya to wear the ring. Seeing it on her was a dream come true.

Seeing her in the nightie and wearing his ring roused him like nothing else ever had before.

"Lucas. Say something." she said in exasperation, "Stop staring at me like—"

He cut her off, yanking her up by her arms and stealing her words with an ardent, hard kiss, wrapping his arms around her body and crushing her to him. Maya whimpered into his mouth, clinging to his arms as he poured into the kiss every ounce of his love for her. His tongue found hers, twining with hers as he slid his hands to her ass, pressing himself against her, loving her soft, choked gasp. She tugged his shirt out of his pants, pulling sharply on the buttons, popping them, breaking them and tearing open his shirt.

Maya was intoxicating, making him almost delirious with want.

God, he loved her so much.

He pulled away slowly, gently sucking her lower lip before letting it go. Maya struggled to catch her breath, her face completely flushed and red lips plush and swollen. Lucas wanted to put a permanent flush on her face.

She was gazing up at him with her 'fuck me' eyes, and Lucas honestly could think of nothing he would rather do. Without a word, he picked her up, tossing her unceremoniously onto the bed to her giggles, before climbing on and crawling over her.

Lucas lowered himself onto her, reclaiming her lips in a slow, steamy kiss, running his hand along the silky smooth skin of her leg. Maya arched into him, sliding a hand into his hair as she hooked her leg around him, pulling him closer. A ragged moan fell from lips as he trailed kisses to her neck, sucking on the overheated skin as he slowly ground himself against her.

The heat coming from her was almost heavenly, and he had to pause for a moment, lifting his gaze and meeting Maya's when they both shuddered from the intensity.

Maya smiled flirtatiously, tugging him down and bringing her lips to his ears.

"Impregnate me, Lucas Friar." She whispered.

Lucas smirked.

"With pleasure, Maya Hart."