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2 weeks later

1:45am

With every passing day Preston felt himself melting, melting like butter into Macey and this life. It was simple, repetitive, but sensual and fulfilling. It was such a blissful phase.

They woke up and cooked, they walked the shoreline, they watched movies, they cuddled. They talked about the baby.

They were filming videos for her, it was going to be a girl. She could watch them and know her parents.

Macey had retired to bed at 10pm and just woke up for the bathroom and the kicking. It had gotten stronger the last few days.

She got back to bed and didn't see P there, he must have passed out on the couch. She stretched all around but couldn't get comfortable.

The loud yawn woke him up from his slumber; he stumbled the few feet into the room. The tv light from the living room illuminated the room just enough for him to see her shadow.

He crawled beside her, "Can't sleep?"

"Uhumm," she grumbled, "Nothings comfy," she sounded somewhere between aggravated and on the verge of tears.

"Hmm," Preston groggily let out, already warm again under the blanket, "let Mommy sleep," He caressed her hip gently, dozing.

A few minutes passed and he felt the blanket get thrown away, he wanted to ignore it but when he felt the bed shift and she sat up he reached over and turned the lamp on. Not expecting what he saw.

She looked, upset, angry, maybe sad, definitely teary. She had been so happy the last few weeks, always smiling and laughing. He had thought that the hormones from the beginning had calmed down.

….

Macey was great at compartments. Everything had its own place in her brain. The place with Preston was the happy place the one she would open and enjoy during the day.

Her leg cramps, back pain, boxed up and put away.

Headaches, boxed up, put away.

Desire, boxed up and put away.

Cravings and hunger, just eat and break the box down.

The baby box, the growing belly and constant moving, that box she peaked into everyday with Preston and carefully sealed up at night.

Now at 2am, all the boxes dumped themselves out and she was struggling to stuff the items back. Then Preston turned on the light and that box opening was too much.

She grabbed his face, pulling it toward hers. Her lips crashing into his.

The one box she was happy to open, desire. It had been bursting, her brain didn't need to think to know that if she could take off his clothes, then the desire box would be happy. She could take care of the rest of them later.

Of course, P pulled back, "Macey what's wrong," he hadn't let her do anymore than kiss him in the last four months, since they found out.

"Nothing," she whispered her breath against his neck, "just kiss me," she moved back to his lips, moving her hips on top of his, pushing his shoulders back against the mattress.

He tried wiggling away but she kept following.

She knew he wanted this too, she had felt it for weeks radiating off of him every time he touched her. He would touch her hip, her hair, her arm, her hand, his fingers always lingering a little too long. She saw it in his eyes, staring when he thought she wasn't looking.

He knew that girls needed to talk it out, he knew this was not a mature solution this was not a good way to problem solve. His body said otherwise, he had wanted this for months. He was worried Macey didn't feel up to it, that if he was rejected it would might make things awkward.

"Macey really," he got out, breaking the kiss. She was straddling him, he knew she could feel him, but he had to try to talk to her.

She sighed, "Puh, lease," frustration creeping into her voice, "please, just shut up," she connected their lips again.

He gave up his body matching her rhythm. Eventually both breathless from kissing, he flipped them over on their sides facing each other. She saw a mischievous smile creeping on his face.

She grinned, knowing she was getting her way. She took his hand and guided it, she whispered trying not to moan into the first touch of his finger, this time she was the one melting.

…

3am

His hand was sprawled across her belly, his head underneath her armpit. She was awkwardly holding around him, propped up against the headboard.

"Thank you," she ruffled his hair, "I really needed that."

"No thanking me, I've wanted to try that again since the first time." He kissed her wherever his mouth fell.

"At least we know I can't get pregnant," she giggled.

He gasp, his head snapping to face her. "What happened?" Her voice high, frightened.

"The, the baby, uh moved," He looked at his hand in shock, "what was that?"

"Oh," she grinned, "you felt it? Like from the outside?"

"Yea, it was so strong," his hand had moved near the bottom of her belly when he felt it again, "and, again?"

She shook her head yes, "I feel it every time. Mini likes to move at night, especially when I want to sleep," she sighed.

She moved his hand to the left side, "Wow," he gasped, "it feels so strong, what does it feel like inside of you?"

Macey shrugged, "I guess how it's supposed to, like pregnant people feel."

"Which is?" He inquired after some time, wanting her to elaborate.

"It kinda," her voice let out in a small whisper, "it kinda… hurts, when it's my back or ribs" her eyes awkwardly darted to the side, avoiding his, despite both having no clothes on.

Hmmm why….Oh. The realization dawned on Preston and guilt swarmed him.

He had been voicing how happy he was with her, this routine, the idea of having a baby despite the future difficulty they faced.

He had been so cheerful and positive, but she wasn't going to have a baby, she was actively with one. She was not having the same positive experience, she was silently in pain and hadn't said a thing.

When he sat up next to her, she came to meet his eyes and knowing he was following and started spewing, "I, I it's okay it's not like that bad. I've loved every second of being with you and i know I will love our baby and I just-" He stopped her with a kiss.

"Macey," he pulled her to his side welcoming her head to rest in his neck, "you can have a voice with me. I want to hear it, all of it. The good, bad, ugly. I would be more happy knowing how to support you in being happy too."

She nodded into him, sighing in what appeared to be relief. His neck got wet and he rubbed her back, "You're allowed to take up space with me always, forever," he continued feeling successful with how he handled the scenario and confident the continued tears were happy tears.

She pulled back in a yawn, "Thank you P. I really needed that, all of it."