You're doing great, Olivia," Sophie smiles, rubbing her hand against Olivia's lower back.

"I don't think I can do this any more," Olivia complains and pauses as another contraction forces her to stop speaking.

"That's it, low notes, ahhhhhh," Sophie encourages as she pushes hard against Olivia's lower back.

"How much longer?" Olivia asks breathlessly when it's passed.

"It could be a few more hours yet," Sophie replies giving her a sympathetic look. "Let's walk for a bit."

"Walk?" Olivia asks in surprise.

"Outside. It's a nice day and it'll take your mind off things for a little while," Sophie replies.

Olivia nods and Sophie helps her into her coat and shoes before they set off for a short walk to the park down the road.

Ten days earlier, 8th September, 8 pm

Trevor walks into the house, and after dealing with the alarm, hanging up his coat, and placing his keys in the tray on the hall table, he goes to look for his wife. He finds her sitting on the sofa crying.

"Oliviq?" he says as he approaches her and sits down next to her. "What's wrong?"

She shakes her head and reaches for him, burying her face in his shoulder as he wraps his arms around her and she continues to sob.

"Olivia, what is it?" he asks worriedly. "Is it our baby? Is something wrong?"

"No," she shakes her head.

Feeling very relieved, he holds her against his chest, stroking her back in gentle comforting circles as he waits for her tears to slow. It still amazes him at times like this that he's allowed to do this, he's allowed to touch her, hold her, and comfort her. Eventually, Olivia calms down and lifts her head to look at him. Seeing her tear stained cheeks, he reaches over to the coffee table for the tissues and hands her the box.

"Thank you," she says and proceeds to wipe her eyes and blow her nose.

"Why were you crying, Olivia?" he asks after a bit as he strokes her knee with his hand.

"It's everything really. I was feeling a little overwhelmed," she confesses. "I was so bored at home today, Trevor, and I missed you. I miss working and I miss seeing you when you come to the precinct for a client more than I thought I would. And it's such hard work to move around now that I just want it to be over so that I can have my body back. You have no idea how difficult it is to have to share it with someone, even someone you love very much, and especially when that someone keeps kicking you in the ribs or bladder so you have to keep rushing off to the bathroom every five seconds. My back is killing me, my feet are killing me, and I can't sleep properly because I'm so uncomfortable. I'm just so tired of it all, and the closer I get to my due date, the harder it is to wait, the more impatient I'm getting."

"I'm sorry, Olivia" he says gently as he continues to rub her knee. "Let me run a bath for you," he suggests after a moment.

"That would be nice," she nods and gives him a small smile.

He gets up and kisses her forehead tenderly before leaving the room to go run her bath. He has a quick shower, changing into jeans and a polo shirt, before he turns to the task at hand. As he busies himself cleaning out the tub, running the hot water, and pouring in some bubble-bath, he vows to try harder to make Olivia's last few weeks of pregnancy easier for her. He's never before realised quite how uncomfortable and tiring pregnancy can be.

When the bath's full, he goes back downstairs to get Olivia. "Bath's ready," he says softly and offers her his hand. She lets him pull her to her feet and lead her upstairs. Once in their bedroom, he moves to stand in front of her and murmurs, "May I?" She nods and he proceeds to undress her, letting his fingers and hands glide over her smooth skin as he peels off her clothes gently until she's standing before him in nothing but her underwear. "You're so beautiful, Olivia," he smiles as he steps back to look at her when he's finished.

She blushes and murmurs, "Thank you."

He steps close to her again, not wanting to make her feel uncomfortable under his gaze for long, and unable to resist the temptation, he cups her face with his hands and pressed his lips against hers for a long, lingering kiss. Then he pulls back and smiles. "Come on," he says and leads her to the bathroom where he helps her remove the last of her clothes and enter the bath.

She closes her eyes and moans with pleasure as she lies back in the water, making his smile broaden. "Do you want to come in?" she asks, opening her eyes to look at him.

"Not now," he shakes his head. "In fact, I'm not sure that all three of us fit," he chuckles. "Perhaps it's something we'll save for after the baby's born. I'm going to go and eat something and then I'll be back to help you get out. All right?" She nods. Then a thought occurs to him and he asks, "Have you eaten?"

"Yes," she smiles, "but I'll probably need another snack before bed when I've finished here."

"All right," he replies, and with a last warm, lingering look, he leaves the room.

Twenty minutes later, he reappears baring a tray with two cups of tea, a sandwich for Olivia, and some biscuits to share. Olivia opens her eyes and beams at him when she sees the tray. "Thank you, Trevor. You really are a sweet man, d'you know that?"

He nods in acknowledgement and turns his back towards her to hide his embarrassment at her compliment as he sets the tray down near the sink. Then he places Olivia's tea and sandwich on the edge of the bath tub, and lowering the toilet lid, he sits down on it. They sip their tea in contented silence and Olivia eats her sandwich while Trevor enjoys watching her, delighting in the opportunity he has to enjoy gazing at her beautiful body. Some of the bubbles from the bubble-bath have already dissolved, and there are patches of clear water through which he can admire his wife's delectable curves. She doesn't appear to have noticed this, or he's sure that she would have objected to this arrangement. He thinks smugly, there are always ways around it, such as distracting her with his touch or his words, or watching her surreptitiously as he's doing now.

Once she's finished eating, Trevor moves to sit on the edge of the tub, and reaching for a towel, he places it on his lap and says, "Here. Give me your foot." Olivia raises her right foot out of the water, and he catches it and places it in his lap. Then he begins to massage it with his hands, making Olivia groan in pleasure and her eyes drift closed as he works to release the tension in her muscles.

Soon he's finished massaging both feet and Olivia's ready to get out of the bath. He steadies her as she steps onto the bath mat and he begins to towel her off gently while Olivia watches him with soft, loving eyes. He hangs up the towel and holds her robe for her as she slips it on and murmurs her thanks.

"Go get in bed, Olivia," he says. "I'll just take the tray downstairs and then I'll come back to clean up. Don't you dare do anything. I'm taking care of everything tonight."

She smiles and asks mischievously, "May I brush my teeth, Trevor, or would you like to do that for me too?" He rolls his eyes and she presses a kiss to his cheek in apology before adding, "Thank you, Trevor. You're wonderful and I really appreciate what you're doing. It's just what I needed tonight."

He nods, and collecting the mugs and plates, he puts them on the tray and carries them back downstairs. When he comes back up, Olivia's in bed reading her book. She smiles at him as he walks past the bed on his way to the bathroom. He drains and rinses the bath, opens the window a crack to get rid of the steam, and then proceeds to brush his teeth and get ready for bed.

A few minutes later, he reappears in their bedroom and quickly strips out of his clothes and puts on a clean t-shirt. Then he opens the cupboard of his bedside table and retrieves the bottle of massage oil they keep there. Olivia looks up and raises her eyebrows at him in question.

"I haven't finished with you yet, Mrs Langan," he smiles.

"Well, it's a good thing that I didn't bother to put my pyjamas on then, isn't it?" she teases as she slips the bookmark in her book and places in on her bedside table.

"How very clever of you, Olivia," he murmurs.

Olivia sits up in bed and turns her back towards him, pulling her hair out of the way. "You'll have to do this with me sitting up," she sighs. She really can't wait until their baby's born so that she can lie down on her stomach again, or her back for that matter. It's been months since the last time she's been able to do that, she thinks mournfully. She feels Trevor's warm hands on her shoulders as he spreads oil over them gently and begins to massage her muscles in wonderfully firm strokes. He's really very good at this, she thinks happily as she allows herself to relax and enjoy it.

By the time Trevor's moved on to massaging her calves and then her thighs, Olivia's feeling loved and cherished, relaxed and renewed, and very highly aroused. Trevor's beginning to find it difficult to reign in his desire which has been simmering away in the background for the last hour or so, ever since he'd undressed Olivia for her bath, and as his hands glided over her thighs towards her soft, round bottom, his desire can no longer be contained. He's already rock solid and his hands are itching to slide up over her damp curls and into her delicate folds.

"Olivia-" he whispers in a strained voice as he raises his eyes to her face, but she doesn't let him even complete his question before answering it.

"Yes, Trevor," she murmurs.

She's watching him, her eyes sparkling at him, dark sapphires radiating love and lust as she lies on her left side with her right knee bent up and her left leg extended straight down. Without a word, he lets go of his self-control, his hands gliding up her left thigh to her core where they're shortly joined by his lips and tongue. Expertly and quickly he pushes her over her first peak, causing her to shudder and whisper his name in ecstasy. He lifted his head to look at her, smiling in satisfaction at her flushed cheeks, heavy-lidded eyes, and sated expression.

Her hand moves to her baby bump and his smile broadens, sure that their child's kicking again in protest at her uterus contracting around him. Leaning over, he presses his lips against her stomach and whispers, "There's nothing to worry about, little one. Mummy's just happy." He kisses her abdomen once more and raises his eyes to look at her.

She smiles and murmurs, "I love you, Trevor... and I want you right now."

He nods and pulls off his t-shirt and boxers before lying down next to her for a moment to capture her lips in a passionate kiss. "I love you, Olivia," he murmurs when they came up for air and turns his attention to her breasts. He licks and kisses them in turn, loving every minute of it as he listens to the sounds of pleasure escaping her throat. Then he feels her hand close around him and he gasps from the unexpected contact.

"Olivia," he protests. "Don't. Let me love you."

"But I want to love you too, Trevor," she replies as she begins to move her hand along his length.

His breathing deepens and soon it's coming in pants as she continues her firm strokes, pausing momentarily to squirt a little massage oil onto her hands before resuming her caresses. "Olivia," he moans, and she pulls his head up to capture his lips in hers, continuing to fondle him in long, steady strokes of ever increasing speed. A couple of seconds later she feels his warm semen pulse though his cock and spill onto her abdomen as his body tenses, his arms pulling her closer as he groans into her mouth. Then his muscles tremble for a moment before they relax, and he sighs her name.

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