"Are we having fun now?"

"Yes," I gasped, as he added another finger.

His mouth returned to my clit and it was only a matter of time before I stiffened up, pulled his hair, and screamed out an orgasm.

Satisfied, Trevor got back onto his knees, wrapped my legs around his waist, and began fucking me, slowly.

"Faster," I demanded. Ever since he'd found out that I was pregnant, he'd been treating me like I was some kind of China doll and it was frustrating.

"You sure? I don't want to hurt you."

"You're not going to hurt me. Now, fuck me like you mean it or turn over so that I can take charge."

Before I knew what was happening, he flipped us over and I was sitting on top of him.

"So, you do want me to take charge?"

"Hell, yeah," he said, staring up at me. "Ride me, Kitten."

I began moving my hips, enjoying the way his face twisted with desire. He slid his hands up to my breasts and stared up at me.

"I love you so fucking much, Adriana."

"I love you, too," I replied, squeezing him with my pelvic muscles.

Sucking in his breath, he grabbed my waist and began thrusting himself, deeper and faster into me. Up and down I rode his cock, his face turning a deeper shade of red with each movement. After a few more thrusts, he rolled me off of him and got behind me.

"Yes," I moaned as he started fucking me, this time hitting my G-spot.

"Gonna come," growled Trevor, several thrusts later.

So was I.

The orgasm erupted inside of me and I could feel my vagina clench around his cock. Gasping, he stiffened up and joined me, his fingers holding my hips still as he emptied his seed into my womanhood.

"Good thing you're already pregnant," he said after catching his breath.

"Good thing," I replied, smiling.

Trevor kissed me and then started laughing.

"What's so funny?"

"There's cum all over this mattress now. Horse is going to kill me."

"Flip it over. He won't even notice," I said, getting off.

He smiled. "I knew there was a reason I fell in love with you."

"I hope there's more to it than that," I replied dryly.

"You're sexy. Great in bed..."

"And?"

He rubbed his chin. "You're an excellent cook?"

I gave him a dirty look.

"I'm just messing around. I love everything about you - your laugh, your sense of humor, your intelligence. But," he gave me a wicked grin, "I have to say, it doesn't hurt that you have nice tits."

"Wait until I start breast feeding. I heard they'll never be the same."

"That's okay, too," he said, touching them. "Because these breasts will be making our baby healthy and knowing that will only make them more beautiful."

I blinked back tears. "For someone who looks so bad-assed, you have a way with words."

"It's easy when someone like you inspires them."

Smiling, I leaned forward and kissed him on the lips.

Chapter Forty-six.

As we headed toward Trevor's house, he was unnaturally quiet.

"You okay?" I asked him.

"I'm just thinking about your mother. Do you think she's angry?"

"That I'm pregnant?"

He nodded.

"She's happy for us," I replied. "She told me so in the kitchen, when I helped her with the dishes."

"Did she? Good."

I reached over and grabbed his hand. "Thanks for being there tonight."

"It was my pleasure, Kitten. I had a great evening. I think your mom is actually starting to like me. "

"I think so, too. Good job on the scarf, by the way."

Trevor had given her a scarf for Christmas and she'd melted when she saw it. He'd given Jim a bottle of expensive brandy and me a beautiful tanzanite bracelet, one that he'd also purchased from Vanda.

"How did you know about the bracelet?" I asked.

"That you wanted it?"

"Yeah."

"Your mother, of course."

"I can't believe how much you've spent on me," I said. "And all I got you was a new wallet."

"It's not about the money. You know that."

"I know. Thank you... for everything."

"Of course. You deserve it and more. So, you think Vanda liked the scarf? I had a woman at Macy's help me pick it out."

"She loved it. You charmed the hell out of her tonight. Although, the wine probably made you even more charming."

"You don't think I'm naturally charming?" he joked. "Wait, I have to fart."

"Don't you dare!" I cried, laughing. I rolled down the window, not smelling anything yet but not wanting to chance it.

"I'm joking," he said, also laughing. "Roll it back up. It's gotta be twenty degrees out there."

"You are such a shit," I said.

"You love me, though."

"Lord help me, I really do.

Chapter Forty-seven.

Three Months Later "Do you want to know what you're having?" asked my Gynecologist.

Trevor and I both stared at the monitor in awe. I was having my first ultrasound and the image on the screen brought tears to my eyes. I looked at Trevor and noticed that he was pretty choked up himself. "Do we?"

"If you do, sure why not?" he said, holding my hand.

"I think we should," I said, excited. "What is it?"

"You're having a boy," she replied.

My heart filled with joy. I hadn't really cared what we were having before, but now that I knew for sure, I couldn't have been happier.

"A boy?" repeated Trevor, smiling proudly. "Really?"

She nodded. "See, there's the little boy part."

"Little? There won't be anything little about my son," said Trevor. "You're going to need a wider screen at the next ultrasound. Mark my words."

I snorted.

The doctor laughed. "I'll keep that in mind on our next scan."

We watched in awe as the baby moved around.

"This is so amazing," I said, touching the side of my stomach.

"So are you," said Trevor, bending over to kiss me on the lips. When he pulled away, I could see the tears in his eyes.

I smiled.

"Thank you. You gave me a son," he said, his voice breaking.

"You're going to be a wonderful father, Trevor."

Overcome with emotion, he looked away.

I let out a ragged breath, grateful for what we'd been given. A girl would have been loved just as much, but I knew deep down, he'd been hoping to have a boy, so that he could give his him the kind of life he'd dreamed of growing up. Now he could.

"Have you picked out any names yet?" asked the doctor.

"Samuel," said Trevor. He looked at me. "After your father."

I smiled.

Chapter Forty-eight.

Samuel Jordan Larsen was born on the fourth of August, after hours of unprogressive pushing. In the end, I needed an emergency C-section, in which Trevor stood by me the entire time, holding my hand.

"How big did they say he was?" I croaked, my voice hoarse after the ordeal.

"Eight pounds and two ounces," said Trevor.

"Sheesh. No wonder he wouldn't come out," I murmured, closing my eyes. I'd gotten a brief look at the baby before they'd whisked him away to clean him and check his vitals. From what I could tell, he was a beautiful baby, with black hair and a cute button nose.