Terminal One

Master Plan

Same Day...
Supreme Crown Resort and Spa Hotel

Zac's head drops

He chuckles, shaking his head. "Mamas. What are you doing here?" "Excuse me.." Fatima uttered, walking in with her trench coat closed tight and three-inch heels smelling like she'd been dipped in a mixture of brown sugar and Valentino perfume.

Zac took in her scent, smiling and ready to devour her.

"ZAC!" "Huh?" "Focus..." "Sorry." He mumbled, closing the door.

"You asked me....ME. Your wife. Pregnant wife at that. What am I doing here?" She asked with a serious face.

"I didn't mean it like that." "So what other way could you have meant it? Were you really expecting that bitch to be here?" She asked seriously.

Zac goes silent.

Fatima nods, sucking her teeth, "Ok." proceeding to walk to the door.

"No wait!" "Nope." with tears streaming down her face. "Because if that bitch is what you want..."

Zac immediately stops her from talking, pulling Fatima into him with a kiss.

She tried to fight him off, yet lost the battle.

He untied her trench coat, revealing the sexy dark blue teddy lingerie she was wearing underneath. It both hugs and hangs on her pregnant psyche effortlessly.

Picking her up by the thighs and into a straddle his dick rose to attention meeting the one he desperately longs for...

He took her over to the bed, kissing her neck and laying her down gently. However, he can still feel her tears on his cheek along with a whimpered cry.

He lifts to see her face...

"Mamas. Talk to me. What's wrong?" "I went through all this trouble to spend some time with you, just for you to basically say you don't even want me here..."

Zac slumps, "I fucked up. I know. I know," dropping his head, taking a deep sigh. "But I swear to you Mamas that's far from the truth..". He told her kissing her lips again.

"But it is..." Fatima cried, sitting up on the bed.

Zac kneels before her. "Zac, I get it. My body has changed since we hit my second trimester and yeah, I've let myself go a little. Plus, we're not having sex like we used to..."

"None of that matters to me though..." He revealed in the sincerest way he could.

"Zac, please don't lie to me." "I'm really not." He told her again.

He takes a deep sigh, knowing this pregnancy had been hard on the both of them.

Majority of the time, Fatima just wants to cuddle and be under him with little to no libido for any sexual activity.

They don't know why it's been a blockage, and Zac assures her that they're ok, even when she feels differently...

"Come mere..." he tells her, picking her up into a straddle then sitting on the bed.

He kisses her, grabs a pillow, placing it underneath his head, and then lays back, grazing his hands softly on her skin.

"I will admit that I do miss you sexually Mamas but just having intimate moments with you like this has been one of the things that I truly look forward to, especially after a long day or week of being a co-pilot..." he takes a sigh, looking deep into her eyes, confessing, "Being away from you the way I do...it hurts you know..."

"I do..." she murmured in agreement..

He takes his hand wiping her tears away. "I can never not fall in love with this face.." he tells her.