So sorry for the delay guys but I kind of put this fanfiction aside at the moment so this will be the last chapter I write for now. I'm sorry to disappoint the people who read and reviewed it, maybe I'll start working on it again in the future. Thanks!

Taking care of a woman who had never asked for help in her life wasn't an easy task.

Zoe Morgan was independent, strong and unfortunately also stubborn and proud. She had become the woman she wanted to be since she was a little girl, someone who would have never needed anyone, who would have never suffered because of anyone, the kind of person who could make the journalists pack and go away from people's grass, a powerful figure and being like that had its price.

She remembered herself as a little girl, she was having a good life, a happy family, a beautiful house in the suburbs, fancy clothes and many toys, she had everything a kid might need before her world had been turned upside down: her father got arrested, the scandal, the press tormenting them and one day she found herself living with her mother in a small apartment in Queens.

She secretly swore herself she'd have never felt like that again, in need and there she was now, making that poor man's life impossible.

"Zoe please"

"I am fine, John. They removed me stitches two days ago, I am not a porcelain doll anymore"

He grumbled. The past six weeks had been quite an hell courtesy of hard-headed Ms. Morgan. John knew she wouldn't have made it easy but didn't imagine like that... He had fought in war, worked for the CIA and risked his life every day since and regardless he considered all that far less challenging than dealing with a pregnant, sick and stubborn woman.

"The doctor said you don't have to get strained"

"I know, I know"

Zoe looked at him in her silk white pajamas. He looked tired, annoyed and worried, she was pretty sure he didn't get much sleep during the past weeks, he was always alert as if something might happen any moment. She knew things had been a bit rocky between them and she had been insufferable and demanding, she couldn't stand herself anymore.

She exhaled.

"I'm sorry, I've been terrible, I still am and I can't help myself" she passed a hand through her hair and watched him carefully "I'm not used to this John, I always took care of myself and I can't stand people telling me what to do or not to do"

"I am not 'people' Zoe"

"Who are you then?"

"You tell me" his piercing eyes shone

Silence.

"And as always you don't say anything"

"Things are complicated between us John, it's no news"

"No, they are not, you make them complicated"

She snorted "So it's my fault now?"

"Why can't you just be honest about your feelings? If you don't wanna be honest with me, at least be it with yourself"

"What does it make you be so confident I've feelings for you?" She asked cheekily

"Don't play this game with me, Zoe, because you lose." He stepped closer caging her against the wall "If you didn't get pregnant, we'd be together now even it sounds ridiculous given the circumstances. You know I'm right"

John realized their closeness only after he finished talking, her smell hitting his nostrils, the heat of her body, her soft breath, they were so close losing in each other gaze. The air grew thicker, the attraction strong between them so much that he wanted to touch her, kiss her instead forced himself to wait for her move. She swallowed and caressed his cheek, his eyes closing under that so needed connection, it passed too much time since last time they had a simple contact and he craved it in silence: he didn't only wanted her, he needed her and that was so unbearable for someone like him, she wasn't the only one who never needed anyone.

He opened his eyes and she cut the distance kissing him, biting his lower lip and he moaned, forcing her to open her mouth, sliding his tongue in it forcefully. Zoe responded the kiss with the same passion, her hands wandering on his sculpted chest, only his white shirt preventing her from touching his skin, the same skin she wanted to taste again, devouring every inch of that man who stole her heart. She reached the waistband of his pants and started unbuckling his belt but he stopped her.

"We can't" he exhaled, his forehead pressed against hers

She looked at him naughtily and caressing the bulge of his pants "You're so hard..."

"Zoe please," he groaned "You're not helping"

"Oh I will"

She freed his erection pumping it slowly, caressing the wide crown with her thumb and licking the pre-cum from it, he gritted his teeth. John knew she was enjoying it, seeing him like that, at her mercy, almost begging and when he thought he could almost lose his mind, she sank on her knees and took him all in her mouth.

"Christ Zoe!"

It was so good, too good, she was good. Her velvet little mouth was gripping him like a fist, that only made him grow thicker… God, she was sucking him so hard, he had to control himself or he'd have embarrassed himself coming after two minutes like a horny teenager. He didn't even remember last time he had an orgasm, he was too busy working and shadowing her, too worried about her and the baby, pleasuring himself wasn't even the latest of his thoughts. When she started licking his cock like her favorite ice-cream shooting him a saucy look and he felt he could explode.

"Fuck, I'm coming"

His hand went fisting her hair and he started pumping his hips forward fucking her mouth and spurting his seed inside her. Zoe swallowed all he had to give licking it clean then stood up smirking at him.

"You're welcome, John" she said gloating

She moved but he stopped her claiming her lips and smiling "I knew you were a talented woman but I didn't imagine..."

"Now you do"

Taking her in his arms, John let a hand slip in the waistband of her pajamas pants.

"You don't have to"

"You didn't either. Oh Zoe, you're so wet" he nipped her earlobe and Zoe closed her eyes enjoying his skilled fingers inside her, stroking her clitoris, making her crazy of lust for him

"I want you, John"

"You know we can't, you're not fully recovered"

He pressed hard on her clitoris and she moaned

"We'll be careful"

"I can't risk your health" he hissed pumping his fingers faster

"Oh John"

That was what he did to her. He barely touched her and she started trembling and tightening around his fingers, riding the orgasm he tried to prolong as long as possible. He held her in his arms and kissed her temple, she was breathing hard trying to slow down her erratic heartbeat.

"You should go back to bed" he said softly

"I think I need a shower first... Care to join me?"

"Zoe..."

"What?" She snapped at him irritated by his tone "I'm not sick John, if you don't want to fuck me just say it!"

"Are you out of your mind? You almost made me lose it when you sucked me off! I want you too, I'm just trying to be..."

"An ass! That's what you are!"

Her eyes filled with tears and she rushed to the bathroom before she started crying.

Hormones! John passed a hand on his face desperate, he didn't know how to deal with it, how could she only think he didn't want her? He craved her so badly. The sound of the water was muffling her sobs but he could hear them, so he went to the bathroom and started stripping himself to join her.

Zoe didn't even notice his presence until strong arms wrapped around her waist, his face buried in her hair.

"Go away!"

"No"

"Let me go John"

"No, I love you" he whispered

She froze. If it wasn't for the hot water cascading on them she might think she had become a frozen statue.

"What did you say?" She stammered

"You heard me"

"Say it again"

She turned around to look at him. His gorgeous body was naked in front of her, his blue were eyes full of love and fear.

"I love you Zoe Morgan"

"John..." Her throat tightened

He shook his head "I shouldn't have told you"

"I love you too"

"You're saying because I told you"

"No," she took his face in her hands "I fell in love with you that night at the Coronet or maybe that was the moment I realized it, I don't know but I thought you'd have never felt the same, I thought that I was just a distraction..."

He was about to talk but she stopped him

"... Then you came to my apartment and gave me all that speech, I thought it was all a dream, it couldn't be real and we were just two fools but I was happy. Then I started feeling sick and missed my period and I freaked out so I did what I do best, I shut you out. You are the only one who managed to get so close to me, to the real me and you wanted me anyway, you were and are also the father of my child, it scared and still scares the hell out of me but I love you, God I'm so in love with you"

He kissed her passionately trying to convey all his love, the fear of losing her and of being rejected in that kiss, because she meant so much to him, she was his heart. They broke the kiss to catch a breath and brushed her tears away with his thumb.

"Please don't cry baby"

"Call me baby again and I'll break your legs"

He laughed hugging her tightly against his chest

"Got the message"

"I'd stay like this forever" she whispered enjoying his strong arms around her, the sound of his heartbeat, his mouth on her temple.

"Yeah me too"

"I wanna keep the baby"

"Really?" He broke the hug to look at her, happiness in his voice

"Yes, she survived a shooting, she's a tough one like her daddy"

"She?" He smiled

"I've the feeling it's a girl"

"Well she'll be beautiful like her mommy" he kissed her again "Thank you, I'm so happy"

"I know, I am too"

"Come on, let's wash ourselves and go back to bed, I want to cuddle my girls"

"Thank you" she caressed his cheek

"For what?"

"For being you"

He kissed her palm "It won't be easy because we're both stubborn and control freaks but it'll work, we'll make it work"

"I know"