Forever

Twenty-Four

I stare at my stomach in the mirror. I'm barely showing but I see a little pudge. I'm officially five weeks today. We just came back for our second appointment with Dr. Williams, the heartbeat was strong and everything but she advised us not to tell anyone until I've reached the eight-week mark. I rub the pudge with a small smile. Derek emerges from the shower wrapping his arms around me kissing my neck gently. We have barely been intimate since the first appointment. I think Derek is scared he will "harm the baby".

I turn around looping my arms around his neck. I reach up to kiss him deeply feeling his arousal grow against my thigh. He groans into my mouth lightly tapping my ass wanting me to let up. I frown as he goes to pull on a pair of boxers.

"Why won't you touch me" I question. He scoffs pulling back the covers on our bed.

"Camille we had sex last week" He utters. I roll my eyes.

"Yeah and it was very boring" He sighs not even fighting me on it.

"I don't want to hurt you," He admits.

"Don't give yourself that much credit" I mumble. He laughs coming over to kiss me. I pull away.

"Don't do that unless you plan to take this further" He kisses me again, deeply running his tongue against my bottom lip. I let him in his tongue exploring my mouth. He lifts me on top of the sink counter parting my legs. Her hand reaches up to caress my sex pushing my panties to the side. I moan against his mouth as his fingers make their way up and down my arousal.

"Fuck" I exhale. I reach down to free him from his boxers. He's rock hard against my hand, the organ pulsing lightly. He groans as I lightly drag my finger up and down his length. He uses both hands to rip my underwear causing me to gasp. I grab his dick guiding it into me.

"Shit Camille" He exclaims, pressing his hand against the wall. He rocks against me going deeper with every thrust.

...

"What time is it," I ask, rubbing my eyes. Derek laughs leaning down to kiss me, I turn my head knowing my breath stinks. I've managed to avoid the stinky morning kiss but today he won't let up. He grabs my face in between his hands planting a soft kiss on my lips.

"Ew," I mutter against him. He laughs his breath fanning my face, I crinkle my nose giggling lightly. There is a knock on our door pulling us from our moment. Frank, Derek's "assistant" pokes his head in keeping his eyes closed.

"We gotta handle that delivery boss," Frank says hastily. I frown, pulling the covers up over my body.

"I'll be out in a minute" He exhales. My lips quiver as a single tear slides down my cheek.

"Baby it's okay" He reassures. I sigh, wiping my eyes. I give a light laugh.

"I'm so emotional" He laughs, smoothing a hand over my bonnet.

"I like it" I give him a small smile before he kisses my lips then my forehead making his way out of the bed. He heads into the bathroom to get ready as I grab my phone checking my messages. He comes out and changes into casual clothing before walking back to me. He kisses me gently before heading to the door.

"Be back for dinner baby" I say He nods mumbling an 'I'll try'.

...

"Fuck" I exclaim. There is a bunch of smoke emerging from the stove. I try to lower the heat but that is no help. I pull at my hair trying to figure out what to do next. The housekeeper makes her way into the kitchen gasping. She rushes over to me pushing me aside, she gets the smoke to diffuse and looks at me with disappointment.

"I'm following a cookbook," I explain. Tovah shakes her head at me sucking her teeth. I begin to help her clean up my mess but she urges me away. I go to grab a glass of water, I reach for the ice when a loud noise causes me to drop my glass. Gunshots.