Once my pain was manageable I reached for my shampoo and squirted it into my hands, massaging it through my hair. Finally starting to relax I let out a small little moan.

“Keep that up and I won’t stay on this side of the glass.”

Jumping in surprise I used my hands and arms attempting to cover myself.

“What the hell are you doing?” I asked Gage.

“I yelled to let you know breakfast was ready. There was no response. Just makin’ sure you weren’t dead or some shit.”

Backing into the corner I watched Gage as he watched me, looking me up and down. Biting on my lower lip I said, “As you can see I’m fine. Now, if you don’t mind I would like to finish my shower.

Instead of leaving, Gage slowly opened the shower door. What the hell was he doing?

Raising on my tippy toes attempting to push myself into the corner more I screeched, “What? Get out!”

Gage let the water hit his bare chest and back. It ran down soaking his black gym shorts. Holding his hand out to my stomach he hushed me. “Shh. Just relax. I’ve never seen your stomach. And seeing it now, knowing that’s my baby in there, it’s amazing. You look beautiful, Cobie.”

Feeling that buzz between us growing I tried to look away but that strong, hard body in front of me kept my eyes glued to him.

Rubbing his hand over my stomach he asked, “Has it moved? I mean like can you feel it move?” Gage dropped to his knees, water covering him.

“Yes. But usually it’s at night. I think the baby sleeps a lot during the day. Sometimes when I eat I can feel it moving around.”

Placing a soft kiss on my stomach he whispered something to quiet for me to hear. Slowly he started to raise back up placing a few more feather light kisses on my stomach on his way.

Close. We were too close. My body was responding to his being right in front of mine. This wasn’t ok but I was stuck.

Gage ran his nose up mine as he straightened letting his forehead rest on mine. Shutting my eyes I attempted to think of anything else but a mostly naked and wet Gage. Anything at all. I thought of homeless kitties. Homeless kitties made me think of them not having a home when it rains. Rain makes me think of water. Water makes me think of showers. Showers makes me think of a very wet Gage. And Gage wasn’t the only wet thing in this shower anymore.

“Breathe Cobie. Open your eyes. I won’t do anything, swear.” Gage whispered in my ear.

Cracking my eyes open just enough to see his face I said, “It’s not you I’m worried about.”

“Cobie, look at me.”

Biting on my lower lip I brought my eyes up to meet his.

“What are you worried about?” Gage asked.

“Me.”

“What about you?”

“I don’t want to end up being another dumb girl you can add to your bedpost. Obviously our bodies want each other but I need more than that.”

Lifting his hand he placed it on my cheek and ran his thumb across my lips. “You were never just another notch on my bedpost. Don’t ever think that. I do want you, I’m not going to lie. You look so beautiful right now. Your body changing because our baby is growing inside of you, I have never seen a more beautiful woman. Cobie, you are more than just some dumb girl. You are the mother of my child and I love you for that.”

Tilting my head in shock I asked, “You love me?”

Gage’s eyes sparkled as he smiled. “Yeah. I do.”

“Kiss me.”

Gage brought his other hand up and cupped my face. “My pleasure.”

Covering my mouth with his I felt the hot water beating down on us as he took full control of the kiss. His lips smoothly meshing with mine as his tongue explored my mouth. He was slow, gentle.

Dropping my arms from covering myself I grabbed onto his broad shoulders as a whimper left my mouth.

Gage went to pull away but I stopped him. Using my mouth to keep him close to me. “More. I want more.”

Gage didn’t say a word. He nodded.

Letting my hands slip down his wet body I pushed his gym shorts down. Commando. He was going freaking commando.

Gage used his hips to pin me against the wall and stuck one of his legs between mine, forcing me to open them. He slipped one hand between us and into the place I needed it most. He let out a deep throaty groan with his finger slipped into my wetness.

“Damn. You really want it, don’t you?” Gage asked between kisses.

“Maybe just a little,” I giggled trying to hide my embarrassment.

Lifting me a little he positioned himself and gently slid into me. It had been months since I felt this. The welcomed stretching and burning felt good.

Letting my head fall back and a moan escape my lips I begged, “Please. I need this.”

“Don’t worry sweetheart. I will give you what you need. The doctor ordered an extra large dose of PENIS-cylin and I came to deliver.”

Gage and I both laughed at his cheesy joke. Mid laugh he pulled out and slammed back into me. Shut me up. But he didn’t stop. He reached above us with one arm, placing his hand on the stone wall, using it as an anchor. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed his strong jaw. With his other hand he found my swollen, throbbing clit and rubbed quick circles. Pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

“This what you needed, baby?” Gage grunted.

Running my teeth over my lower lip I barely got out, “Uh huh.” As the words left my mouth I fell over the edge. Screaming incoherently as Gage kept slamming into me.

As I was coming down from my orgasmic high I felt Gage stiffen as he released his orgasm inside of me.

His body shaking, he pushed into me one last time and let out a deep breath before slowly pulling out. He wrapped both arms around my body and rested his head on my shoulder. “That wasn’t just sex Cobie. Remember that. You’re special. We have something no one else ever will.”

Fighting my tears I said, “Ok.” That was all I could say.

Gage cracked a smile and asked, “So how about those pancakes?”

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Walking into the doctor’s office I waved to Jeanie, the nurse who ran the front desk.

“Cobie, go ahead and leave a urine sample then you can go into room two, please,” Jeanie said, handing me a small specimen cup.

Grabbing the cup I turned to Gage. “Go through that door and to room two. I will be there in one minute.”

Gage scrunched his brows and asked, “Where is room two?”

Raising an eyebrow I said, “The room with the number two. There is only five rooms Gage, pretty sure you can handle it.”

“Smartass,” I heard Gage mumble as he walked passed me and down the hall.

After peeing in the little cup I sat it on the nurse’s cart and went into room two. Gage was sitting in the chair in the corner, a pamphlet in his hand.

“What’cha reading?”

Gage looked at me with humor dancing in his eyes. “Just catching up on my STD’s.”

“Eww. You can keep your STD’s to yourself.”

Gage smirked. “Baby, I think it’s a little late for that, don’t you think?”

Sticking my tongue out, I was about to say something when a nurse walked into my room.

“I’m just here to collect your blood. Nothing fun.” The cute, older nurse said, smiling.

“Yippee!” I said, rolling my eyes.

I reached for Gage’s hand as the nurse set everything up. “Please, hold my hand for this. I am terrified of needles,” I begged Gage.

Holding his hand out Gage gave me a sweet smile, something I didn’t see often. Well at least not associated with me. I got his bedroom smile or his goofy smile, hell even his pissy smile but never his sweet smile.

Pinching my eyes shut when I felt the nurse pushing the needle into my arm I sucked in a breath and squeezed Gage’s hand.

“Great job, honey. One more tube and I will be all finished with you,” My nurse said.

Feeling the nurse pulling the needle out and loosening the tourniquet I opened my eyes and took a deep breath. “That wasn’t so bad.” I let go of Gage’s hand and looked at him


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