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Fred

I'd been having to nothing short of run from Alexis for the past week.

And while I wasn't particularly complaining, it was definitely interesting. Maybe Alexis hadn't gotten far enough along, or something, last time, but it wasn't nearly as eventful as this time.

I rested my hand on my hip, checking my watch. I'd run four miles this morning, and I'd also beaten my record time.

I stood in front of my door, contemplating walking inside. Would I be bombarded? Would I be greeted normally? Hell no, you haven't been greeted normally since she's been pregnant.

I cautiously opened the door, peeking around the foyer. Obviously she wasn't going to be just relaxing in the foyer.

I quietly closed the door behind me, tip toeing through the empty space.

I let out a breath when I made it to the kitchen, but stopped in my tracks when I saw her standing at the stove.

I tried to turn around, but she caught me.

"Hey," she greeted, smiling as she wiped off her hands on her legs.

"Hi," I greeted, my wide eyes meeting hers.

"How are you?" She asked, "did you have a nice run?"

"Mm hmm," I answered, nodding.

"Good, I'm glad," she said, smiling over at me.

Don't let her smile get you, it always does.

She leaned against the counter, tilting her head over. "Can I have a good morning kiss?"

"I really have to shower," I said.

"Okay, you can kiss me before you do that."

"Hands off, then," I adamantly stated, nodding.

She giggled. "I promise."

I walked over to her and grabbed her jaw, pressing a kiss to her lips. I pulled away but she shook her head, her eyes still closed.

"Not anywhere near a proper good morning kiss."

I looked down at her. "I'm serious, keep your hands at your sides."

She stood on her tip-toes, grinning. "Do it for me."

"See, no," I said, pushing myself away from her as I shook my head.

She laughed, placing her hand on her belly. "What?"

"I'm scared."

"You're scared of what?" she giggled out, leaning her head back.

"This!" I yelled, waving my hands, "I can't get a break from you!"

"Now you know how I felt in college!"

"Does not equate, not comparable," I said, "not even my sex drive is built for this."

"Well, I will try to curb my hormones," she said, walking over to the stove, "but I mean, you're my baby daddy. You kind of agreed to fulfill all these needs for me when you impregnated me."

"Is that how it worked?" I asked, scratching the back of my neck.

"It absolutely is," she said, leaning over the stove to grab some pepper. She sprinkled it on her eggs and looked over at me.

"Do you want breakfast?"

"What exactly do you mean by breakfast?" I cautiously asked.

"I mean whatever you can find," she said, grabbing her cup of coffee from the counter.

I quickly swiped the coffee from her hands, shaking my head. "No caffeine while you're pregnant."

"I get what I want while I'm pregnant," she said, reaching for the cup.

"You're pregnant?"

Alexis's eyes went wide, along with mine.

I slowly turned around, my eyes meeting Milo's. "Well, good morning."

~*~

Milo

"So she's pregnant?"

"No, Milo, because it's not like I haven't confirmed your suspicion fourteen times within the past hour."

I shook my head, looking up at Fred. "Wow."

He nodded, folding his arms over his chest. "You can't tell anybody."

"Why not?" I asked, leaning forward in his chair.

"Because I said so."

"Wow, you're already practicing the whole dad thing."

"I'm serious, Mi. No one knows."

"Not even Jo?"

"No, not even Jo."

"Not even Santiago?"

"Nope."

I cupped my mouth, looking up at him. "Not even-"

"Milo, I swear to God, if you ask me another question, I will put you on mute."

I leaned back, shaking my head. "I just can't believe it."

Cecilia walked into Fred's office, smiling. "Hey, sorry. Coffee line."

Fred nodded towards his desk. "Thank you."

"Mm hmm," she said, avoiding eye contact with me.

"You didn't bring me any?" I asked, grinning up at her.

"Y-you didn't give me an order," she quietly said, her eyes meeting mine.

I smiled and watched as she walked out of the office, looking at Fred.

"You make her so nervous," he said.

"I have that effect," I said, grinning.

"Formerly known as you're a douchebag, and she's a sweet girl."

I looked back at her. "Yeah, she's sweet."

I stood up, patting the back of his chair. "You can have it back."

"Thanks for your permission."

I walked out of his office and over to Cecilia's desk. "What do you say, you and me, me on top of you, tonight?"

She looked up at me, her eyes wide. "Milo."

"What? It's not like he can hear. He could, but he's probably not listening."

"You're out of pocket," she muttered, writing something down, "to a fault, may I add."

The elevator dinged and I looked over, my jaw falling slack at the sight of Lena.

"Damn, did you get prettier since last time I saw you?"

She giggled, looking over her shoulder at Jo. Jo rolled his eyes and smiled. "Hey, bud."

"Hi, Mi," Lena said, placing her hand on my arm as she walked past.

I grinned at Jo. "You're welcome for that."

He chuckled, shrugging out of his jacket. "You wish, man."

They walked into his office and I looked back down at Cecilia, who was looking up at me.

"What?" I asked, sitting on the edge of her desk.

"Nothing," she said, standing up. She walked into Fred's office and I watched, an eyebrow lifted.

I followed, leaning against his door.

"I'm just not feeling that well. Can I go get some air?"

"Yeah," Fred said, "but take a jacket. It's cold out."

She nodded and brushed past me, making me knit my brows together. "What's wrong with her?"

"Probably the fact that she has a crush on you, and you're constantly commenting on literally every woman ever. Except for her."

"Cecilia doesn't have a crush on me."

"Yes, she does," he said, "I know when teenage girls are crushing."

"Hey," Jo greeted, walking into Fred's office.

"Hey," he said, looking back at him.

"Do you mind me leaving a little early?" He asked, "we've got dinner with Mrs. Brown."

Fred shook his head, looking over at him. "Enjoy yourselves."

"Who's Mrs. Brown?" I asked, leaning against the door.

"You are so goddamn nosy."

I chuckled, shrugging. "I'm curious as to whom my future wife is going out to dinner with."

"My current wife and I are going out to dinner with our marriage counselor. And hint, I don't plan on making her available. Why don't you pay attention to girls your age?"

"Wait, let it sink in. Josiah King suggesting I involve myself with women my age. That's rich coming from you, bud."

"Has that joke not gone out of style yet?" He asked, resting his hands on his hips.

"Never will, my friend," I said.

"Cecilia's sweet, you know," he said, sitting on the edge of Fred's desk.

"Yeah," I said, looking down at my watch as a notification came through.

From: Cecilia
Your car?

I let out a breath, looking over at the twins. "I'm gone for a walk."

"You hate-"

"See ya," I said, running out of Fred's office.

~*~

Jo

Lena opened the door, shrugging out of her coat. "I can't lie, I'm ready to no longer have to worry about slipping on ice."

I chuckled, grabbing her coat. I hung it up on the rack, following her upstairs.

"That was great," she said, "how come we've never eaten there?"

"I don't know, but it was amazing."

She opened our bedroom door, stepping out of her heels. "I'm tired of heels."

"I'm not tired of seeing you in heels."

She giggled, falling down on the bed. "I'm sure."

I walked over to the closet, opening the door. "Have you put any more thought into the house?"

I turned around to face her, unbuttoning my shirt.

"Jo, that place isn't you. This is you. Dark, gloomy."

"I love the compliment-"

She cut me off with a laugh, folding her arms over her chest. "Seriously. I'm just saying, that place is me. It's not you."

"Well, you've been living in a literal cave for three years now, so maybe you need some light in your life finally."

I shot her a smile, shrugging out of my shirt.

She looked up at me, biting down on her lip. "I just don't want you sacrificing you."

I unbuckled my belt, holding it between my hands. "I'm not. Maybe my mood would improve."

Her eyes were fixated on the belt in my hands, and I could obviously see her mind wandering.

I walked over to her, letting out a sigh. "Are you okay?"

She looked up at me, chewing on her lip. My mind snapped, and I went back to when we were nineteen. The innocence in her eyes.

I pressed a kiss to her forehead, my jaw taut. "Let's get in bed. Early morning."

I walked away from her, rubbing my eyes. She turned around, twiddling her thumbs. "So you're not ready?"

I stepped out of my pants, looking over at her.

"She gave us the okay," she whispered, biting down on her lip.

I rested my hands on my hips, nodding. "Yeah."

"So fuck me."

I kept my eyes glued to hers, trying to keep my composure. Even if it was to happen, I didn't want it to be rough, or fast.

"Better yet," she said, walking towards me, "make love to me. If that appeals to you."

I picked her up, keeping my eyes glued to hers as I walked into our bedroom. I softly placed her on the bed, hovering above her.

She smiled up at me, gently stroking my cheek. "Am I speaking your language?"

I nodded, pressing soft kisses to her skin. I started at her temple, made my way down her face, and stopped at her chest. I looked up at her for approval and she nodded, biting down on her lip.

I softly pulled her up, unzipping her dress. I gently pushed it off of her shoulders, pressing kisses to the skin that was becoming more exposed as the dress fell off of her. I pulled it off of her hips, pressing a kiss to her thigh.

I worked my way back up her body, making sure to stay gentle. This was new for me, I couldn't lie. I wasn't used to being gentle.

I placed her in her spot in bed, making sure she was comfortable. She covered us up, smiling up at me. "Just to be warm."

I chuckled, unclasping her bra. I threw it to the side and dipped my finger inside her underwear, softly stroking her sensitive spot.

She let out a sigh, tilting her head over. "It's been so long."

She palmed me through my underwear, obviously enjoying herself. I felt myself getting harder by the second as I watched her face contort in pleasure.

She reached in my underwear and gently stroked me, looking up at me with her famous damsel in distress eyes. I leaned down and pressed a kiss to her neck, using my free hand to wrap around her wrist.

"Jo, please," she whispered, looking up at me.

Again, I felt myself go back to the first time we ever felt each other. How this time was almost a carbon copy, so far.

I let out a breath, nodding. I grabbed a condom from the bedside table, earning a look from her that was quickly wiped off of her face.

I sheathed my length and looked down at her, freezing. I brushed her hair away from her face, biting down on my lip.

"You're so beautiful," I whispered, stroking her cheek.

She pulled my lips down to hers and I slipped inside her, our moans mixing with one another's. I kept my lips against hers, slowly thrusting into her.

She pulled her lips away from mine to look at our bodies, her lips parted. "Jo."

She placed her hands on my sides, her eyes meeting mine. I used one of my hands to grasp the headboard, moving slowly, but passionately.

The depth was making up for the lack of speed. I felt myself reaching lengths I hadn't ever, probably because I hadn't ever focused this hard.

"Lena," I sighed, burying my face in her neck.

"Baby," she moaned, dragging her nails up my back and to my hair, "don't stop."

"I'm not stopping," I said, thrusting into her. I hadn't received this kind of pleasure in far too long.

She wrapped her legs around my waist, winding her arms around my neck. I pressed kisses to her skin, pushing her hair away from her forehead.

"Jo," she whimpered, using her hand to further her pleasure. I looked down at her body, trailing my hand up her side.

"God, you're perfect," I groaned, my forehead against hers as I thrusted into her a bit faster, but still slowly.

"Please," she moaned, "I'm about to come."

"Come for me," I whispered, locking eyes with her.

She bit down on her lip, and I watched her face as she came undone. I collapsed on top of her, riding out the powerful orgasm I'd been provided with.

We both caught our breath, our eyes glued to one another's. I smiled, biting down on my lip. "Wow."

"Wow," she whispered, wrapping her arms around my neck.

I pressed soft kisses to her chest and neck, gently stroking her side. "I love you."

"I love you," she whispered, stroking my shoulders with her fingertips.

I pulled out of her and sat upright, pulling her into my lap. I wrapped my arms around her waist, holding her close.

"Are you okay?" She softly asked, rubbing my back.

I rested my head against her chest, nodding. "I'm good."

"Are you sure?" She asked, gently grabbing my face. She pressed kisses to my skin, smiling.

I nodded up at her, realizing she was all I could ever need. "Yeah, I'm sure."

~*~

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