I knew I was dreaming, but it felt so real. The way Anders had me pinned under him, the way his breath felt against my neck, the way he plunged in and out of me, it felt way too good to be a dream. Every thrust, every moan, every kiss. My legs were up on his shoulders as he held me down and plummeted into me. His speed picked up as he bucked into me like a wild animal and I felt myself come undone. His body weight kept me in place as he spilled inside me, moaning my name into my ear. His lips were against mine in a heated kiss. He pulled away, and it was not Anders' eyes who smiled back at me. I gazed up at Fenris, realizing this was who had caused me pleasure. His markings aglow, he started moving inside of me again, and I was in heaven.

"Marian? Marian?" I heard Anders voice gently call out to me as I awoke from my sex dream. I turned over and he had a giant smile on his face.

"You were moaning in your sleep again." I felt my face burn red. Ever since I entered my second trimester my dreams were filled with lust, and they all felt so real. Lately my subconscious targeted Fenris as the object of desire. I was terrified that I would slip up and call out his name in my sleep. Anders kissed my neck and rubbed my now swollen belly. I was four months pregnant, and starting to show. I had yet to feel Little Hawke move. That's what I called the baby.

"These dreams won't let up." I sighed.

"Is that so bad, love? You sounded like you were rather enjoying yourself." I smiled at Anders, but inside I felt guilty. I knew that it was silly to feel badly about a dream I had no control over, but they were becoming so vivid. It felt as if I actually had been cheating.

He nuzzled up behind me and planted kisses behind my ear and I instantly became aroused again. He had grown so familiar with my body that he knew just what made me tick. I felt his arousal press up behind me.

"Would you like me to help you out?" he asked. I turned over and sat up. I had a sudden urge to please him, and from the look in his eyes, he knew what was on my mind.

"Let me take care of you first." I purred into his ear. He quickly removed his smalls, which was all he wore to bed, already fully aroused. I undid my robe and let it slide off my shoulders before falling to the bed.

"I will have to wake you up from these dreams more often," he teased. I grabbed onto his length and began stroking him up and down. A sigh escaped from his lips as he closed his eyes. I climbed in between his legs and lowered my head to him. I planted small, slow kisses along his shaft. I worked my way up to his swollen tip and licked the underside of him, flicking my tongue in quick motions. He anxiously thrust forward and I smiled. His eyes were filled with lust when I looked up at him. I took his tip inside of my mouth and wrapped my lips around him. I plunged forward, taking as much of him as I could inside me and a guttural moan escaped him. My head began to move back and forth and his hips joined me. One of my hands reached around his length, stroking him as I pleased him with my mouth. The other hand massaged his testicles.

He was so completely soaked with my saliva that my strokes came with great ease. I picked up the pace, bobbing my head up and down quickly. My hand matched the exact rhythm of my mouth; they were working together as one. He reached down and pulled my hands away, holding them down. He began to thrust into my mouth, taking control. I moaned into him, loving how he was making me submit to him. He had become awfully cautious during sex since I became with child, so he would become extra aggressive when I pleased him orally. Anders grabbed his member with a strong hand and pulled it out of my mouth. He rubbed the head against my lips and I stuck my tongue out to lick him.

He grabbed onto me and pulled me up, ever so gently. He was moving me to my side and I knew what coming next. As my pregnancy advanced he became so afraid of hurting the baby that he often would take me on my side, as not to crush me. I felt his tip at my entrance. He slowly eased it in and I moaned once he was fully sheathed inside me.

He placed his hands on my hips and began to buck into me. I reached down and rubbed my swollen nub, needing to find my release. I cast a small amount of electric waves through my fingertips, a skill I had quickly mastered. I moaned softly in reaction to the feeling of being taken while vibrations pulsated throughout my clitoris. Anders leaned into me and began to suck on my earlobe as he moved in and out. The sensations became too much for my body to handle. An orgasm ripped through my body and I gasped with pleasure. My walls gripped around Anders and he cried out, letting his own climax take him with me.

As he slipped out of me, I rolled onto my back, still panting. Anders placed his hands on my abdomen, and began to rub my belly. This was something he began to do nightly a few weeks prior.

"I can't wait to feel the baby move inside of you, love." I grinned, and leaned over to give him a kiss. He often said this, and we both knew that it would happen soon. I was sixteen weeks along now, almost halfway done my pregnancy, which meant I could expect to feel little kicks inside of me any time.

"I'm exhausted." I said, as a yawn escaped my lips. He chuckled, and rubbed my belly some more.

"Is it alright if I keep my hands on you like this? I wouldn't want to miss a kick if it happens while you're sleeping."

"Of course you can." I closed my eyes and Anders continued to caress my midsection. His hands soothed me and I drifted back to sleep.

The next morning I was walking through the market with Fenris. I wanted to grab a few things to prepare for the baby, and Fenris often complained that he felt left out, so I brought him with me. He grumbled on the way there, protesting that shopping was not what he meant. I had to laugh, men would do anything to get out of a shopping trip that was not meant for them. We came across a stall with different blankets and clothing made just for infants. I stroked my hand against a blue blanket. It was made of fine silks and was soft to the touch.

"A bit lavish for a child, is it not?" Fenris seemed put off when he saw the prices.

"Oh, but feel it!" I teased him and rubbed the fabric against his face. He smiled back at me as I placed the blanket back down.

"You are going to spoil this child rotten, aren't you?"

"You have no idea." I giggled. As the laughter escaped my lips, I felt butterflies in my stomach. That's what it felt like anyways. The feeling continued, and I placed my hand down on my abdomen, feeling the little movements against my hand.

"What is it?" Fenris asked, concern filled his voice.

"The baby...I can feel it."

"Is this the first time?"

"Yes! Oh here, Fenris. Feel it."

"No, that's alright." He began, but I grabbed his hand anyway. I placed his hand under my shawl, and he tensed up a little. I pressed him into me, and his touch was familiar and warm as I held my hand over his. Memories of my dream from the previous night entered my mind, as I felt his skin come into contact with mine. I quickly put them away, concentrating on the present moment.

"Just wait." I said, and his eyes stared into mine. And there it was, little fluttering movements within me began to take hold of my belly again. A smile grew on Fenris' face.

"Do you feel it?" I asked.

"I do." I could not stop giggling now. My glee caught on to Fenris, he was grinning ear to ear. We stood there for a good five minutes, my hand over his, enjoying the feeling of Little Hawke moving around inside of me. It wasn't until the baby ceased its movements that he pulled his hand away from me. He cleared his throat and his eyes refused to meet my gaze.

"Ah...well...perhaps I should get going." He stuttered, turning away from me.

"Are you alright?"

"Yes, I just have some things I need to get done. Aveline said she requires my assistance. New evidence on that serial killer has surfaced."

"You mean 'the Kirkwall Killer'?" He nodded at me. Over the past few years, there had been an increase in murders on women. A lot of them had been tied to one case. This particular murderer would send his victims white lilies before killing them. I shuddered at the thought.

"Alright then. Let me know what you find out, please." Fenris nodded and walked off towards the barracks to meet with Aveline. I felt a pang of sadness. I had really missed going out on missions since finding out of my pregnancy. I was beginning to feel restless, especially since I had a renewed energy after my first trimester ended. My mother had offered to watch the baby after it was born so I could get back to work. I felt so relieved when she offered. I could never sit back and stay at home, I longed to dive back into the action. I ran my hand over the blankets again, and decided on the blue one that I was holding previously. I handed over my coin and walked home.

Anders arrived after dark. The way he entered our room I could tell he had a long day. He flopped onto the bed with a sigh.

"Bad day?"

"Not a bad one. Just busy."

"Well, I had a rather eventful morning." I said, with a smile.

"Oh?" He turned over to his side and took my hand in his.

"The baby kicked."

"What? It did?!" He exclaimed, lifting up my nightgown and placing his hand on my stomach. I laughed, his excitement reminded me of a child on their birthday.

"Not now. Earlier today."

"What were you doing when it kicked?"

"I was in the market buying things for the nursery with Fenris." The smile faded.

"The elf was there with you?"

"Well, yes, he was."

"Did you let him...I mean...did he touch you, like I am now?" I wasn't sure if I should tell him the truth or not. My friends were always rubbing my belly now that I was visibly pregnant - especially Merrill - but with Fenris, it had been so intimate. And after my dream the previous night, it felt almost romantic. I didn't want to lie to Anders though, that would hurt him more than anything.

"Yes, he felt the baby kick." As soon as I said the words, he pulled his hand away from me.

"I see."

"Please don't be angry, Anders."

"I'm not angry with you. I'm angry with him. He has no right to be placing his hands on you."

"He was touching the baby. This was different."

"Was it really? How different was it when I caught him in here, pressed up against you?"

"Don't be ridiculous. It was nothing like that."

Anders turned away from me, clearly hurt. I rolled over so that I was lying directly behind him and I put my arm around him as I kissed the back of his neck.

"I'm sorry your feelings are hurt, but you knew it was going to be like this. "

"It doesn't mean I enjoy your old lover touching you."

"I know, but you're the one here with me now."

He rolled back over and a smile replaced his frown. He rubbed his nose against mine and softly grazed my lips with his.

"I know, love. I'm just disappointed he was the one who felt it first." Anders got undressed and rubbed my back to help me fall asleep. I was getting sore from the baby frequently at night, and his touch helped ease my pain.

It wasn't long before I was dreaming again. I instantly knew it was a dream. The only difference from the other dreams was that I was clearly aware from the start that it was Fenris who was causing me pleasure. His hazel eyes penetrated mine intensely, as he sunk fingers inside of my warmth. I squirmed beneath him and he used his other arm to pin me down.

"So eager, Hawke." his words rung in my ears, as I remembered them from our night together. He climbed above me and his hardness was at my entrance. "Tell me you're mine." He demanded. I felt myself respond "I am yours." He thrust into me and began to move. The feeling was exquisite and I moaned. "Fenris, oh Fenris, yes!" Only now, I wasn't just moaning in my dream.

I felt Anders shaking me and I slowly opened my eyes to see him scowling down at me.

"So that's what has you so worked up at night." he said, his eyes glaring down at me. I had never seen him so angry before, at least not at me.

"Wha..what's going on?" I asked, groggily. I hadn't realised what happened yet.

" 'I am yours. Fenris, oh Fenris, yes.' " He repeated to me, and suddenly it hit me like a ton of bricks. He knew about my dreams, and I felt mortified. He turned away from me and began to put his clothes on.

"Where are you going?"

"To the clinic. I can't sleep here tonight."

"Anders, please don't go. I'm sorry. I didn't mean for it to happen. It was just a silly dream."

"Hawke, you know how I feel about him. And now he's showing up in our bedroom, once again."

"Please come back to bed. I don't want to be worrying about you tonight."

"Tell me, then," he turned back around, facing me now. "Have you ever fantasized about him while we were making love?"

"Anders, of course not!"

"How can I be sure of that? Why are you having these dreams about him?"

"Because I'm hormonal! Maker, last week I had a sex dream about Isabela!" I yelled at him, not lying either. The dream had me completely baffled and I quickly put it to the back of my mind, until now.

"Is that supposed to make me feel better?"

"I hope so. You know I'm not into women that way." He sighed and turned to walk away.

"I need some air. This whole thing is infuriating." At that moment, I thought I felt my nerves getting worked up, but then I felt that familiar movement fluttering around inside me. Little Hawke was active again.

"Anders, wait! The baby..."

He turned around, eyes wide.

"Is it...?"

"Yes, it's moving. Quick, come here!" Anders ran over to me and jumped onto the bed. He lifted my gown up and held both hands to me. I will never forget the look of amazement that came across his face. Any anger he felt a moment before was washed away and only joy was there with us in the room. His eyes softened and he flashed a smile at me.

"Our baby, I can feel it." He said, and he placed his face to my stomach. He began to place kisses all over my bump and I giggled.

"Hello there, nice to meet you." He said into my flesh. He stared up at me and smiled.

"That's our baby." Anders beamed. I leaned down and kissed his forehead.

"That's our baby." I repeated back to him.

Authors notes: I quite enjoyed writing this. I took inspiration from my own pregnancy...the sex dreams NEVER stopped lol! I needed to put something light and fluffy here, the next few chapters are going to be rather opposite. I again have to thank everyone that has been reviewing and sending messages my way. You have no idea how much it brightens my day :-)