I hope I'll be able to write enough. I should, but I've been in a writing slump and anything posted past May has been pre-written. Now I have to write stuff myself.

Enjoy!

-CL

I walk into the sitting room of the Suite half an hour later. I did a full face of makeup, curled my hair, and threw on an ankle-length floral wrap dress with a huge slit up to my thigh. I see Maxon give me a once-over and then a nod. I smile and walk to his side. I look over to Dr. Corden sitting on the sofa, one leg crossed over his other. America is sitting on the other side of the couch, trying not to obviously glance at him. "Dr. Corden, to what do we owe the pleasure?" I ask. Maxon and I sit on the couch across from Dr. Corden and America, with a glass coffee table in between us. I notice the steaming mugs of coffee and glance at the one nearest to me. Maxon nods and I pick it up, cupping my hands around the mug. I sigh when the warmth seeps into my hands. I blow gently and take a sip. My favorite creamer, chocolate caramel, and sugar are added. I touch Maxon's arm and give him a chaste kiss on his cheek. Maxon smiles a small smile.

Dr. Corden clears his throat, obviously a bit uncomfortable with the little show of PDA. "I came here to check in on you. You stopped your appointments for now and I just wanted to make sure you were doing well mentally."

I nod my head. I allow Maxon and America to listen in because they both know about my mental struggles. Maxon deserves to know and I lean on America more now. "I really am. I think a mixture of the medication and sharing my struggles have helped me realize that I'm ok. I don't need to keep everything hidden like I did when I was at home. I've finally realized that…that it's ok not to be ok."

Dr. Corden nods. "This is good, Bella. I'm glad these appointments have helped you as much as they did. You are significantly better, in a better mental space."

Maxon squeezes my hand. "Thank you for everything, Dr. Corden."

Dr. Corden nods and stands up. Maxon stands up and shakes his hand. Dr. Corden turns to me. "It seems like you don't even need these impromptu appointments anymore, Bella."

I stand up and walk up to Dr. Corden. He puts out his hand for me to shake, but I hug him instead. He stiffens but soon relaxes. "Thank you so much, Dr. Corden."

I release him and Dr. Corden straightens his jacket. He clears his throat. "Of course, Bella. That's what a doctor's job is."

I smile and glance over at America. She is staring at Dr. Corden. America whips her head to me and blushes. I smile reassuringly.

"Well, I guess I should get going," Dr. Corden says.

"I'll walk you out," Maxon says. They slowly start walking.

America rushes over to me, tripping over the futon. She screeches, falling backward toward the floor. The next thing I know Dr. Corden is holding America in his arms, glancing down at her, concerned. "Are you alright?" Dr. Corden murmurs. Maxon comes to my side, rubbing my arm. We stare at Dr. Corden and America staring at each other. Macon clears his throat. America and Dr. Corden break out of their gaze and he gently but quickly sets her down on the ground. "You're ok then?" Dr. Corden asks.

America nods, flushed. "Yes, thank you, Doctor."

Dr. Corden heads to the door and Maxon follows after him. Ames carefully makes her way toward me. "Holy shit, Bella," America whispers, fanning her face. "He's so hot."

"Are you sure he doesn't like you? With the way he was glancing at you…" I trail off.

"Yes, I'm sure. As I said, I doubt he even knows I exist."

"Obviously now he does, Ames. But I think you should wait and see if he comes to you first. I'd say give a couple of weeks and then make your move if he hasn't."

"Hmmm…" is all Ames says. "Well, thanks, Bella. I should get back to Annabella now. I left her with Marlee for the morning so I could talk to you and I promised her I wouldn't be gone forever. See you soon," she says, hugging me and walking out the door.

I feel Maxon's presence by me before I see him. He reaches around me and gently grabs my hands. He places both of our hands on my stomach. "I don't think we finished what we started earlier," he says, his voice husky. "Besides, I want to fuck you as much as I can until I can't."

I clear my throat. "Well, I already asked Dr. Corden about that and he said I could literally have sex up until I'm in labor, it's just that it gets harder to do the bigger I get." I tilt my face up to kiss Maxon. He lifts me into my arms and I squeal against his lips. He comes up for air, still walking toward the bed.

Maxon glances down at me with hunger in his eyes. "Well, I guess you just better get use to your size because I will be fucking you until you're in labor." I moan at the thought and that's all it takes for Maxon to let go and not hold back. He places me on the bed and tears at my dress, trying to get it off. I try to help him, but he ends up getting it off by himself. He drinks me in before smashing his lips to mine hungrily. This time isn't making love. He's fucking me this time. He bites my lip and I can already feel them swelling. His tongue invades my mouth and I welcome it with a groan. He takes his lips off of mine and moves down to my neck. I feel him sucking at me and know he's marking me as his. I gasp when one of his hands ends up squeezing my breast and the other in my vagina. He lifts his lips from my neck and looks at me smirking. "Do you like that, Bella?" I nod, whimpering. He starts fucking me with his fingers but soon replaces then with his dick. Let's just say it doesn't take long for both of us to climax. Three times.