kat :: lrh (discontinued - read edited version!!)

nineteen

3 Months Later

He still had not explained to me as to why he changed his mind. Not that I care, he was agreeing to help me throughout pregnancy and raising our child. I only wanted to know for one reason and one reason only, and that was to know whether it was to keep me from leaving him, if he knew it was the only way.

I'm not saying it was the only way, he could've just decided to help me in the first place and we wouldn't have been in any mess, but that's in the past and we are extremely happy now, from what I know.

"How are you this morning, Love?" Luke asks, making his way into the kitchen as I continued to make a simple meal of waffles for breakfast, the smell of coffee filling the room as it began pouring into the pot.

"I'm great, my bump is growing." I smile at him, lifting my shirt a bit and pecking him on the lips, "That's our baby in there."

"I'm scared for you." He rests his hand on my lower stomach, "Childbirth sounds awful, I give women so many props for it."

"Yeah, but you will have to deal with my screaming, as well as almost breaking your fingers. But let's stay in this moment right now. Four months until that." I look up at him, a wide smile on his face.

"I love you." He whispers, his hand moving to the small of my back, "And our baby."

"I love you more." I peck his lips, turning back around to the counter and handing him a plate, "We have stuff to do today, so eat."

He politely thanks me, turning on his heel and sitting at our small two person table, setting his plate down and heading toward the coffee machine and making himself a cup.

"What are we doing today?" He asks, "Don't you have an ultrasound today?"

"Yes." I smile, sitting down across from him at the table, "And I think we figure out whether it's a boy or a girl today."

He smiles at me, taking the last few bites from his plate before standing and placing it into the dishwasher.

"Join me in a shower?" He asks.

"Of course," I smile back at him, placing my plate in the dishwasher before following shortly behind him.

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His hair began to fall in his face, the water running down his lips as he placed small kisses along my jaw. My hands rested on his shoulders as he continued to trail to my lips, his hands on my bare waist.

He aligns himself with my entrance, slowly pushing himself into me.

"Gently," I remind him and he nods, his breath becoming heavy.

I moan quietly as he thrusts into me, his lips meeting mine.

I feel the need to swear at myself for letting this happen, I am pregnant after all. I do have to cut myself some slack, it's been five months since we've done this.

"Fuck," he moans into my mouth, his wet hair dripping.

He continues his motions, thrusting slowly and gently, his arms holding me tightly to him.

"Luke," I moan softly, my hands around the back of his neck.

His grip around me tightens, his thrusting becoming a bit faster.