Love Lasts Forever

sex sometimes fixes things

I snuggle deeper into Charlie's side, his warm arms wrapping tighter around me. We're lying in bed, our bodies tangled together in a way that feels perfectly natural. I'm 12 weeks pregnant with our baby girl, and everything feels like it should be ideal. But then, without warning, my mood shifts. Irritation prickles under my skin, and I can feel anger simmering just below the surface.

"Why haven't we had sex all week?" The accusation spills out of my mouth before I can catch it, my voice sharper than I intended.

Charlie's body tenses beside me. "Um, I don't know. You're the one who's been turning me down," he replies cautiously, clearly taken aback.

My anger surges at his words. "Oh, so now I'm not attractive enough for you?" I snap, hating the way my voice trembles.

"What? No, that's not it at all," Charlie protests, his hands soothingly stroking my arms. "Baby, you're gorgeous. Pregnant or not, I always want you."

But his reassurances only fan the flames of my irrational anger. "You're probably just cheating on me, aren't you?" I accuse, the words bitter on my tongue.

Charlie jerks back, his eyes wide with hurt. "What? No, of course not!" he exclaims, his voice laced with pain. "Harper, how could you even suggest that?"

I feel a pang of guilt at the hurt in his eyes, but my emotions are a jumbled mess. "Just forget it," I mutter, rolling away from him.

The fight continues on and off for nearly two days, the tension between us growing thicker than fog. We're both stubborn, refusing to be the first to back down. We go to bed angry, the distance between us a palpable thing.

But the next day, I wake up feeling different. The hormones are still wreaking havoc on my emotions, but now they're adding a healthy dose of horniness to the mix. I want Charlie, need his touch to distract me from the rollercoaster of feelings inside me.

I find Charlie in the living room, sprawled out on the couch. I walk over, my hips swaying in a way that I hope is seductive. I straddle his lap, my hands sliding into his hair. "I've changed my mind," I whisper, my voice husky with desire.

Charlie's eyes widen in surprise, but he doesn't push me away. Instead, his arms wrap around my waist, pulling me closer. His lips find my neck, his breath hot against my skin. "I've missed you," he murmurs, his voice full of longing.

I arch into his touch, my nipples hardening against his chest. "I've missed you too," I admit, the words barely audible.

Charlie's hands slide under my shirt, his fingers finding my breasts. I moan as he rolls my nipples between his fingers, the sensation sending a jolt of desire through me. I grind against him, feeling his erection grow against me.

"Baby, I need you," Charlie groans, his lips finding mine. The kiss is deep and hungry, his tongue stroking against mine.

I pull back, my chest heaving. "I need you too," I pant, my hands sliding to his shirt. I rip it open, buttons popping in my desperation.

Charlie chuckles, his hands helping me remove his clothes. Then he's lifting me, laying me back against the bed. He follows me down, his body covering mine. He enters me with one swift thrust, and I cry out at the perfect feel of him inside me.

We move together, our bodies finding a rhythm that feels like coming home. Charlie's hands cup my breasts, his fingers tugging at my nipples. I arch into his touch, my moans growing louder as pleasure builds inside me.

"Baby, I'm close," Charlie groans, his thrusts becoming erratic.

"Me too," I pant, my nails digging into his back.

With one final thrust, pleasure crashes over us. Charlie collapses onto me, his weight a comforting press. We lay there, our bodies tangled and our breathing slowing.

I look up at Charlie, my eyes finding his. "I'm sorry," I whisper, my voice filled with regret. "I was a bitch, and I'm sorry."

Charlie's expression softens, his hand stroking my hair. "It's okay, baby. I know it's the hormones. I'm sorry too."

I nod, feeling a weight lift off my chest. We lay there for a while, our bodies still connected as we reconnect on a deeper level. Despite the mood swings and the hormones, I know that Charlie is my rock. He'll weather every storm with me, hold me close when I'm a mess.

And as I drift off to sleep, Charlie's arms wrapped tight around me, I know that I'll do the same for him. We'll face whatever comes next together, as long as we have each other.