This is just some short filler, Maureen is going to have the baby with in the next four chapters!

Maureen stood at the sink in the kitchen. She was washing some lettuce for a salad she was going to make her self. She was wearing a simple blue and brown stripped sweater tied with a blue ribbon above her eight month pregnant stomach, and a white tank top underneath and jeans. She had on very little makeup and her hair was tied up into a bun with a single brown chopstick.

A young African-American woman wearing blue scrubs came into the kitchen. "I'm done for today Maureen." She told her throwing rubber gloves into an orange bag which she then put into her black messenger bag.

"Thank you Taylor." Maureen smiled turning off the faucet. "I feel so bad you have to come and do this every day, I'm just way to squeamish." She laughed.

Taylor shrugged. "It's my job, I'm used to it, plus Benny is nice, and he isn't bad looking." She almost seemed embarrassed to be saying that, flushing dark red as soon as she said it.

Maureen shook her head as she dried her hands off with a towel. "Don't worry about it; I know he has a great body."

Taylor smiled, relived "Ok, I will be back at the same time tomorrow."

Maureen came into the living room and saw Benny laying on the couch with CNN on the TV. He also had a Wall Street Journal and a New York Times on his lap.

"If I was hurt, I wouldn't be sitting here depressing myself." She sat down on the couch where his legs her, she allowed him to put his feet on her lap.

"What are you eating?" he asked seeing the dish in her hand

She took a bite of the salad she had made herself. "Salad." She rolled her eyes.

"Since when in the fuck do you eat salad?" he asked, surprised. Maureen hardly ever ate anything healthy. Benny had been trying to get her eat well since she moved in. He eats well, but Maureen ate like a teenage boy.

"Luis showed me how to make this really good…" She started to say

"I don't want to hear about Luis" Benny told her

Maureen rolled her eyes and took another bite of her salad "Fine." She said grabbing the remote from the coffee table and changing CNN to The Price is Right.

"Hey." Benny sighed rubbing his head.

"I told you I watch the Price is Right everyday, and now that you are home, you have to too." She smiled as the theme music started up.

Benny had been on bed rest for the last two days. He was upset; missing work for a week was not his style. He kept bitching to her about loosing $7,000, the amount of money he would have made in the 7 days he was missing.

She turned over and looked at him "What?" he asked. She moved he body so she was basically lying on top of him. With the remote she turned the TV off.

"Ouch." He said sarcastically "Don't squish the baby please."

Maureen rolled her eyes "She's fine."

"What do you want? he asked as he had the 120 pound Maureen plus her 25 pounds of pregnancy weight laying right on top of his chest.

"The nurse has a crush on you." She grinned.

Benny looked happy "Really?" he raised his eyebrow

She nodded "I can't say I disagree with her, you aren't ugly, pretty cute actually." He frowned and she laughed. "I'm only kidding, baby you are so hot and super super sexy."

His eyebrow rose once more "Oh really?" he asked in a sly tone. Maureen nodded. "Well, then if I am so sexy do you want to have sex?" he asked her. They were both sexually frustrated. They were having twice a week lately, if that. Maureen's body was totally out of whack, with a growing baby inside.

She snorted in laughter Benny pulled the chopstick out of her bun causing her hair to fall down around her face. "We can't have good sex with my fucking stomach huge like this. I hate that I am so fat and I can't get off."

Benny looked offended "Are you saying I don't get you off?" he asked.

"No, I am just saying that it's hard for me to get off when I feel so unsexy." She bit her lip apologetically. He still looked offended though. "What can I do to make it up to you?"

He ran his finger along her cherry red bottom lip. "Well, you can wrap that pretty mouth of yours around my cock."

Ten minutes later he pulled up his boxers. "Thank you." He smirked

"God, why not just leave a twenty on the coffee table?" she said as she wiped her mouth.

"Sorry Babe, you know I love your blowjobs." He told her smiling. She smiled back, happy to do it for him.

"You better because once we get married you won't get anymore." He gave her a stunned look "Married people don't get blowjobs. They have sex once a week in the missionary position."

"Lets never get married." He groaned.