"Fuck…" I close my eyes and rest my head on Rachel's shoulder. "Baby…wait…you're going to break me." Rachel laughs but does as I ask. She leans back into me and just allows us to take a breath.

It's crazy how a pregnant woman works. When Rachel was in her second trimester we had sex all the time. It didn't matter the time of day or where at. We even had sex in her office at the University and that was something we had never done before because Rachel never wanted to. But since she's been pregnant she hasn't cared. But now Rachel is in her third trimester, she barely lets me touch her. Well…until tonight that is. And I think that's only because we had a little argument and she got emotion and wanted to be close to me.

We had been arguing about me picking up more hours at work. The University started summer break two weeks ago and of course Rachel didn't try to pick up a class for the summer. And she wouldn't be teaching a class in the fall because our baby will still only be a few weeks old and we agreed that Rachel wouldn't go back to work until the winter Semester. Therefore, my nursing job and the gym will be the only source of income for a while. The gym is doing pretty well and it always picks up in the summer and I make pretty good money as a nurse but I just want to make sure we are set no matter what.

I know when I had quit my job for all those months it made our savings take a hit so I need to try to get us back to where we were. Rachel keeps telling me that we are financially stable and I don't need to pick up hours, my regular hours are just fine. But I guess my guilt is keeping me from listening to her. So I've been picking up shifts and haven't really been home a lot lately.

And I believe that's what really is bothering her.

Since she's been pregnant we've been spending a lot of our spear time together. Not just having sex but just talking and relaxing or doing fun little activities together. I haven't even hung out with my best friend, Matt, as much lately. Partly because I know when I get together with him and our regular crew, there is always alcohol associated with whatever activity we do. But a lot of it has to do with just wanting to be close to Rachel and being there every step of the way with her pregnancy.

So tonight, which is really five in the morning, when I came home from work; Rachel confronted me about working to much. We got into it and she walked away and slammed our bedroom door after telling me to sleep on the couch. We turned the guest bedroom into a nursery a few months ago.

It had been almost an hour after I had showered and sat on the couch to unwind when Rachel came down stair crying. She was upset that I didn't try to make up with her and that I was really going to sleep on the couch. I told her I was sorry and the only reason I didn't follower her was because I didn't want to make her more upset with me.

She told me that she didn't want me picking up more hours and that she needed me at home with her. One thing lead to another and we ended up naked with me on top of her.

I've made her cum two times already but she wants more. So now I'm sitting on the couch with my dick inside of Rachel as she waits to ride me.

"Okay." I whisper into her ear, pressing a kiss to it. I pat her hip and Rachel eases up my pole and slides back down.

"Oh… I love you so much." Rachel cries as she lowers herself onto me again.

"I love you more." I whisper into her back.

Not much else is said as we both moan out into the room. I just concentrate on not coming until after she does. I don't know how I'm going to go back to wearing condoms once the baby is born. The feeling of making love to Rachel with nothing between us turns me on so much. I love cumming inside of her. Watching her face as I bury myself deep inside her and release. I love it.

Before her pregnancy I had only came inside her once before. That was years and years ago. After that we had always used condoms and she was on birth control. We wanted to do our best not to get pregnant because we weren't ready for a kid. We both were too engrossed with school and our careers. We wanted to have kids when we decided it was best for us. And for the most part that's what we did.

"…uh do it lightly." Rachel grabs my wrist when I move my hand around her to play with her clit. "It's sensitive." Don't I know it? She practically begged me to suck it a little while ago.

"I need you to cum." I lightly run my fingers over her clit. I can feel the pressure in my balls. "Fuck babe…you feel so good." I lick her neck. "Please cum on my dick."

Rachel bounces up and down on my dick a few more times before her pussy squeezes me and she cries out. I feel her juices oozing out on me.

"What are you doing?" I whine when Rachel climbs off of me. I'm so hard…I might cry if she doesn't let me finish inside of her.

"Come here." Rachel walks around to the back of the couch and bends down over it, her ass sticking out.

I don't waste any time in walking behind her and shoving my dick into her pussy. "Oh shit…so good." I grab her hips and hold her still while I fuck my dick into her from behind. "You ready…I'm going to come so hard." I thrust into her a few more times before I release my thick cum into her wet hole.

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"Having fun?" Quinn sits next to me on the steps outside of our friend Tina's house.

Today Tina and her husband Mike are celebrating their fifth year wedding anniversary. This is the first party and social setting I have been in since I stopped drinking. I had been turning down invitations for months now out of fear of relapsing. I haven't even hung out with Matt outside of the gym. Matt is one of my biggest supporters but I know that when he invites me and the guys over there are usually drinks involved. I know that Matt would get rid of the alcohol to make me comfortable but then I'd just be making him and the rest of the gang uncomfortable. He always says he would be happy to make some adjustments for us to hangout but I don't want to put him through that. This is my struggle. I'm still learning how to adapt all these changes in my life. And there won't always be someone welling to change their plans just for me.

But tonight I had to come out. I can't hide in my house for the rest of my life and today is a big day for some of my closes friends. Tina and Mike would have understood but I wouldn't have felt good about missing their special day. And I'm glad I did come because it's been fun and Rachel is really excited that I've come out with her to somewhere besides the hospital, her dads and the grocery store. She said she was proud that I've made so much progress.

"I am. I'm having fun." I nod. "I mean…it's been kind of hard with…."I through my hands out. "Let's just say it's taking a lot out of me to stay away from the refreshment table." I decided to be honest with Quinn. She's Rachel's best friend but she also has been a good friend to me.

"Well…I'm glad you came out today," Quinn bumps her shoulder into mines. "You're doing a good job and Rachel is having more fun with you here then she would have without you."

Quinn had told me before that Rachel always felt awkward and worried when I decided to stay in vs going to some social event with her.

"Yeah?" Quinn nods. "That makes that table look less appealing. Thank you."

Quinn and I spend a few more minutes chatting outside before Rachel appears in the doorway, asking for us to come back inside.

It's almost midnight when Rachel and I are done getting ready for bed.

"Thank you." Rachel says once she's comfortable.

"What are you going on about?" I lay down next to her.

"Do you ever listen to me?" Rachel rolls her eyes. "You do know I'm about to have your baby, right?"

"Does that mean I'm stuck with you?" I laugh when Rachel slaps me in the face with a pillow. "Okay calm down." I grab the pillow and put it under my head. "Now why were you thanking me?"

Rachel shrugs. "I had a nice time tonight." Rachel runs her fingers along the side of my face. "Thank you for trying for me. For loving me."

I don't understand.

I don't understand how someone can be so perfect. How someone can love me so much.

How Rachel can love me so much.

Be so forgiving.

This last year and a half I've been so shitty to her. I quit my job and spent my time drinking and draining our savings account, not coming home or when I did come home it was at an unreasonable hour after partying all night.

But Rachel's always been there.

She's still here…loving me.

"Babe…" I can't help but start to get emotional and cry. "I couldn't be half the person I am without you. I love you."

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Today has been such a stressful day. Rachel couldn't get comfortable on the bed so she woke me up at three in the morning and made me sleep on the couch. And then she got upset at lunch because I apparently missed some things on the grocery list she gave me yesterday and it messed up her lunch plans for today. Everything continued to go downhill from there, every time I turned around Rachel was upset or crying over something I did or didn't do. When four o'clock came around I was never more excited to leave for an AA meeting in my life. I love Rachel but the closer to her due date she gets the more sensitive she gets.

My AA meeting went well. Over the last couple of months I have cut down on how many times I attend. When I first started the program I would go four times a week and now I have cut down to twice a week, sometimes once. I had my last drink two months ago. That makes me so proud to say. Not drinking is not an easy task. When I get stressed or when Rachel and I are having an argument, my mind always stray to the thought off a nice cold beer. But then I think about how that beer controls me and what I will be throwing away if I went back to it.

"Hey!" I nearly jump out of my pants when I walk into the kitchen and see Rachel leaning against the counter. I was so into my thought I didn't see her standing there.

"Hi." I eye the sly smile she has dancing across her face. "What's up?"

Rachel shrugs and walks over to me. She kisses me on the cheek before stepping back and grabbing my hands, swings them between us. "How was your meeting? Did you tell them about your crazy wife who is stressing you out at home?" She asks jokingly.

"Naw…I didn't feel like speaking today." I pull her closer. "If I did I would've told them about my amazing wife."

Rachel laughs. "Whatever. Come on, dinner is ready."

"Where are we going?" I ask when Rachel pulls me through the house and up the stairs. She leads us to our bedroom and pushes the door open. "Oh babe…"

There is a blanket spread on the floor and on top of it is nice dinner spread. Rachel walks around the room and lights some candles as I take in my surroundings. When she's done with the candles she grabs my hand and pulls me over to the blanket. "Sit."

I do as told with a smile on my face. "What's all this for?"

Rachel takes a few minutes to get comfortable before answering me. "I know I haven't been this easiest person to deal with these last few months. My emotions have been all over the place and I've taken so much out on you and you've just been so strong through it all. Wait…" Rachel puts her had up to silence me. "Let me finish." I nod and Rachel continues. "I know you're going to say I'm your pregnant wife and of course you'll support me but…I just…I know these past few years haven't been easy for us. For you. You lost your mom and then your wife is pregnant while you're trying to fight an addiction."

I wipe at the tears on my face. I don't even know when I started crying. "I'm just…I'm proud of you. You take such good care of us. I really appreciate you. I'm so grateful that you love yourself and me so much that you didn't let alcohol come between us." Rachel does a sweeping motion with hand over the dinner. "This is for putting up with me day in and day out. I know today I was a complete bitch but I love you and thank you for loving me back."

I grin through my tears and lean over the plates between us to press my lips to hers. "Mmmmm you're so amazing."

We share a few more kisses before sitting back in our spots. "Do you like?" She picks up a strawberry and feeds it to me.

Rachel knows I love picnics. She tells me how she wanted to surprise me with one outside but the timing was never right and it's too cold out tonight to have one outside so why not have one in our bedroom. She tells me how she plans on giving me a massage after dinner. I tell her how awesome it is and how much I love her for doing this for me.

"Oh…" Rachel reaches down and rubs her stomach.

"You okay?" I ask around a mouthful full of sandwich.

Rachel nods. "Help me up." I quickly get to my feet and help her stand. "Be right back. Don't eat all the fruit while I'm gone."

Rachel's not gone for two minutes before I hear her call my name. I get up and walk to the bathroom. Rachel is stand in a puddle of water with a little smile on her face. "Looks like you're going to have to wait on that massage."