chapter 155

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"Are you sure mer?" He says as I pull off his boxers. "Mhm.. yeah" I nod enthusiastically. Its been two and a half weeks since the miscarriage. Me and derek are in bed making out.

We're both completely naked when he rolls ontop of me. "Sweetheart, are you sure? You look nervous" he looks into my eyes.

"Can you- I um- can you wear a condom?" I whisper. He looks at me, obviously trying to hide his shock. "Babe-" he says. "Forget it.. its fine" I shake my head.

"No, of course I will mer.. I just- I don't know if we have any" he gets up, looking through the drawers. I just need the extra protection.. I can't get pregnant again. Not now.

I lay down ontop of the covers, twiddling my fingers. "Found one!" He says. I giggle. He rolls ontop of me.

"You're sure? You're absolutely sure you wanna do this?" He asks, sliding on the condom. I nod. "I'm sure" I whisper, putting my hands on his hips.

My mouth falls open and my head falls back as he slides into me, filling me up.

I moan as he starts moving in and out of me. I put my hands on his neck, holding his face still with my thumbs, looking into his eyes. He pushes our lips together, kissing me passionately.

He pulls away slightly. "Fuck, it feels so good!" I grab his ass, my nails digging into his skin. I wrap my legs loosely around him.

"Faster" I breathe. He kisses my cheek, speeding up his movements. My back arches and my legs shake around him. "Shit!" My nails scrape down his back.

All you can hear in the room is my juices spilling as his hips slam against mine, between our loud moans.

My head falls back and he kisses my neck. I cry out in pleasure as I cum. He speeds up his movements, groaning deeply into my skin as his cum spills out.

He slows down his movements, letting us ride out our orgasms. I let out a moan. "Ahh!" We hear the twins scream and our bedroom door slam shut.

I gasp, putting my hands on his chest. He rolls off of me quickly. "Fuck" we both sit up. We look at eachother.

"Uhm.. do you think they saw us?" He asks. I whine, pushing my face into his chest. I fake sob into his skin. He chuckles softly.

I pull away. "Turn on the baby monitor too see what they're saying" he says. I chuckle, grabbing it. I turn it on. Its silent. We groan.

We both get up and put on our clothes. We walk out. We stand outside their bedroom. We look at eachother, taking a breath before walking in.

"Crap" I whisper as I see them crying in mias bed, hugging eachother. "You made them cry!" I whisper, hitting him. "Me?!" He whispers, chuckling.

"Babies, we're sorry.. you weren't supposed to see that" I walk over to them. "Did dada huwt you?" Mia snuffles. "No, sweetie" I chuckle softly, shaking my head.

I kneel infront of the bed, looking at them. Derek walks over. They back away from him, sitting in the corner of the bed instead. "Sweethearts, I promise you daddy didn't hurt me" I say.

"What were you doing then?" Lucas asks. "Um.." we both say. "You know how you came out of my tummy?" I ask. They nod. "That's how we did it" Derek says. I hit him lightly. He chuckles.

"He was just giving me a.. special hug" I say. "To make a baby?" Mia asks. "Yeah, but we're not having a baby.. because we wore protection" I explain.

"So why he give you special hug?" Lucas asks. "Its just something you do with your husband or wife when you're older baby" I say. "Why?" Mia asks. "You'll find out when you're older" I say.

"But it's just for adults, okay?" I say, wanting to make sure they understand. "For mawwied people" Mia says. I nod.

"We're really sorry for scaring you" i say. They hug us both. "And I'd never hurt mommy, I promise" Derek says. They pull away. I kiss both of their heads.

We stand up and walk out. I look at him. "That went.. well?" I say. "I think so" he chuckles. I giggle.

"God that was embarrassing" I whisper. He chuckles, pulling me into his arms. I smile as he kisses my cheek. "You finished, didn't you?" He whispers. "Twice" I whisper. He smirks. I grin.

I peak my head into the twins room. They're sat in their own beds, playing with their toys.

"And I'm about to again" I grin, grabbing his hand. I pull him into the bedroom. He laughs, gently pushing me onto the bed. I giggle.

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