Life is the Long Game

Chapter 23

Topanga's POV:

Cory and I have been dancing all night, and I think tonight we might finally get some action, we haven't been very intimate in months, the idea of me wanting a baby has really thrown him.
"You know Topanga, it's getting late." Cory whispers in my ear before kissing it. "And Auggie went home with Ava. Do you want to go back home?"
"I thought you'd never ask." I kiss him and we continue to dance he dips me and kisses me again before we go back home quickly.
"Finally." I say as Cory sucks the soft spot on my neck.
"I love you."
"I love you."
"How much?"
"Let me show you. I think you can learn a few things from me. I'm the teacher in this class Mr Matthews..."
We go at it, on the couch, dining table, toilet and bed.
"I gotta say, we get better with age." Cory says, still out of breath.
"I love you."
"I love you too, and I know how much you want a baby, which I why I didn't use anything."
"Wait. You mean, you used no protection so I'd get pregnant, even though you didn't want another baby for a while?"
"Yes. If you are happy, then I am happy." He kisses me and we both place our hands on my stomach.
"So you think we did it?" I ask.
"I think it's highly likely the amount of times we did. When can you find out?"
"In a few weeks."
"Okay."
"Thank you. You're the best husband ever."
"And you are the best wife Topanga."
I hope we get a baby...

Riley's POV:

Lucas and I leave his party reasonable early as we have Amelie. We also take this opportunity for some alone time.
"I don't think we should do this as much as we do." Lucas says as I kiss his neck.
"Probably, but who gives a fuck?"
"You to me."
"Oh baby..."

When I wake up, it's about 2am and I'm entangled in Lucas's muscles and abs and him staring at me.
"I'm going to check on Amelie." Lucas tells me, climbing out of bed and putting on some boxers.
"Okay, I'll come with you, give me a sec." I grab Lucas's shirt from this evening and put in on, following Lucas to Amelie, about 3 steps behind him.
"She's gone." He says immediately.
"What do you mean?" The tears are already falling.
"A-a-a-am-amelie. She-she-she's gone." And with that, my heart stops and my knees buckle under me, dropping me to the floor, crying and screaming in shock and disbelief, Lucas punching anything soft between his tears.
My baby, missing...
No...