|| CHAPTER 42 ||

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Claire was standing in front of the mirror in their new bedroom. With her side to it, inspecting her ever growing belly. Owen was laying behind her in their bed. Which was way too comfortable for their own good, after having slept on that old thing, Claire wasn't sure you could actually call a bed. They had lived in the new house for a week now and everything was going great. For every day that went by, they got more settled in. They had been to the city a couple more times, to get some more stuff so that the house didn't feel as empty. Paintings and plants and whatever else Claire could find.

Claire let out a slightly annoyed sigh. Owen smirked at her, her unaware of him being awake. He chuckled, making her turn around to face him. Letting out a small laugh, knowing he was chuckling at her. "I'm starting to look fat" She said and turned back around to face herself in the mirror. Owen sat up straight in the bed. "Claire" He said with a firm voice. Turning around, now slightly scared, she asked. "What?" His expression softened the second her eyes met his. "You are beautiful" She scuffed at him and crossed her arms over her chest. "That doesn't mean I'm not fat" She said with squinted eyes, challenging him. He was very aware of what she was trying to do, he just wasn't in the mood. He smiled at her softly and said. "You know what I mean". She couldn't help but smile back at him. Closing her eyes simultaneous with a nod. "I know" She said back, almost a whisper, grateful to have this man in her life.

"Come here" He whispered. She started taking slow steps towards him with a cheeky smirk on her face, barely noticeable. But oh, did Owen notice. She knew what he was hinting at and he was well aware that she was more than in the mood. It hadn't been going on for long, but Claire had starting getting extremely horny. Like could do it five times a day, horny. Not that Owen minded.

Coming to a standstill by his side of the bed, she looked down at him and tilted her head, pursing her lips at the same time. He reached a hand, placing it softly on her hip as the other came to stroke her belly gently. "You are still the sexiest woman I have ever laid eyes on" He whispered and leaned in the give her belly a soft kiss.

She couldn't help but smile. Putting a hand in his hair, letting her fingers play with it gently, she whispered back. "You haven't laid eyes on many women then" Knowing it would rile him up in a good way, where he couldn't keep his hands off of her and would use everything in him to make sure she knew he was right.

His head shot up to look at her. "Stop" He whispered. Changing the volume of his voice, he said "Claire stop it". She smiled down at him, before bending down to give him a kiss. "I love you" Was whispered against his lips, as he deepened the kiss. Gently pulling her from her standing position to the bed. She easily climbed on top of him, letting his hands explore her curves as much as he wanted.

She reached down and grabbed the hem of his t-shirt, pulling it off quickly before going back in for more kissing. He did the same with her tank top and let his hands make their way under her soft cotton shorts and underwear. A moan escaping his mouth when his hands made contact with her soft skin. She smiled against his lips, her hand going down to grab a hold of him. Another moan escaped his lips and he quickly took his hands out of her pants to rip both garments right off. She pulled back to look at him and whispered "You know I'm a supporter of fair play" before her hands went down to grab his boxers, silently begging him to lift his ass up so she could pull them off. He chuckled and lifted himself up, letting her pull them down his legs, where he continued to kick them off.

After a couple rounds of going at it, Owen had Claire on top of him, wrapped in his arms as she struggled to catch her breath against his chest. He reached a hand up to the hair that was so delicately running down her shoulders and back. Even after all the messing around and sweating, her hair was still perfect. "Thank god we have a real door" She whispered, the exhaustion very clear in her voice. He couldn't help but chuckle before he whispered back "And a lock", making her chuckle slightly as well.

They had very carefully asked Maisie if it would be okay if they used the key to lock the doors with sometimes. Not wanting to tell her why without her asking. She had looked at them a little confused before simply asking. "So, I don't walk in on you guys doing...things?" Not sure of what word to use at the end. Owen had chuckled at the girl before nodding a yes. Claire had let out a deep breath she didn't know she had been holding. Not that she had excepted the conversation to get bad or anything. Thinking about the conversations they had had in the past, this would be a piece of cake. And it sure was.

It only took a day before they basically just locked the door whenever they closed it, except in the night, in case Maisie had a nightmare or needed to go sleep with them for the rest of the night. There had been established an unwritten rule over the week. If the door was open, she was very welcome and if it was closed she could always try the handle because maybe it wasn't locked. But she never had. They mostly kept it open, except at night, because it made Claire weirdly nervous for some reason, which she didn't even know herself. That had just been how she slept her whole life and the door being open was just wrong in her mind. So, unless they were sure they were going to do stuff or one of them had it in mind, then they would go close the door and turn the key.

Of course, Claire had made sure to tell Maisie that if it was important, she could of course knock. Just because they needed their alone time didn't mean that Maisie didn't matter or wasn't important. She had been very insisting, that Maisie promised to knock for whatever reason that couldn't wait.






Again short, I know but it was also pure Clawen so. Tit for tat or whatever. 

Also I really loved all your comments, about how much you liked the house. It means more than you might think! 

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