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~CHRISTIAN'S POV~
"Abort our baby?" I growl in disbelief as I pull away from him. I can't believe that he would even suggest such a thing.
"Look at me Christian, please. I'm a man. Hell, I'm not suppose to be able to even get pregnant," Edge argues, tears filling his eyes as I step back from him.
"So you're just going to kill our child because of your male ego? Don't you see that this child is a miracle," I growl, bound and determined not to let him make such a hasty decision without thinking it through. After all, it was my child that he was carrying, too.
He seems to sense what I'm thinking. "It's my body," he hisses back angrily.
"But it's our baby," I growl. "We made it together. Don't you remember last week?"
He sighs as he remembers how we had made love, exploring each others body as if it was our first time. He lowers his head, allowing his long blonde hair to fall freely around his face hiding it from my scrutiny, as he slowly walks over to the bed and sits down. His hand instinctively caressing his stomach.
"Edge?" I ask concerned as he suddenly looks very pale and fragile.
"I'm sorry. I could never abort our baby. I'm just so scared," he whispers as he starts to sob softly. "Honestly, I don't want to hurt the baby, but.....I just not strong enough to do this Christian. God, how could Mark do this to me? It's not a gift. It's a curse."
I watch as he breaks down and sobs uncontrollably.
Feeling angry at myself for getting so upset at him, I sit down beside of him and pull him into a loving embrace as I gently stroke his hair, which always seemed to sooth him in the past. "It's not a curse, and yes, you can do this. I'll help you. Don't you see? We have an opportunity to be a real family....baby and all. That's what Mark meant about the greatest gift. The greatest gift is the birth of a child."
He pouts as he looks at me. "You'll still love me when I'm fat, ugly, and scarred?" He asks with a faint hiccup.
"More than ever, and if it makes you feel any better, I'll get fat with you. If you want me to, I'll even cut my abdomen so it matches your c-section scar. But as for being ugly, well......."
A slight smile tugs at his lips as he leans his head onto my shoulder and sighs happily. "I love you," he whispers.
"I love you, too," I whisper back as I gently push him down onto the bed. My hands gently caressing his flat firm abdomen that carries our unborn child. I remember last week as we made wild, passionate love. This time would be much slower. After all, don't want the baby to think we're sex maniacs.
Edge parts his legs for me and I slip easily between them, so careful of his abdomen.
"I'm not going to break," he whispers amused as he arches his hips upwards.
My finger teases his belly button. "But the baby might," I whisper.
"Please," Edge begs as he hands me the bottle of lube.
A permanent grin is plastered on my face as I apply a generous amount of lube to my cock and his entrance before lifting his legs onto my shoulder and ever so gently pushing into him.
He grips the sheets as our bodies become one. I don't think he's ever looked more beautiful than he does at this exact moment. Maybe it's because I know that he's carrying my child, or maybe it's because I almost lost him and our child. All I know is that I'm never going to lose him again.
I reach between our bodies and stroke him. He's so hard that he immediately shoots, allowing creamy strands of cum to spray forth on both of us. His eyelids flutter as he temporarily looses consciousness.
I tense as his anal muscles clamp down on my cock, sending me into the little death as well. I lay on top of him as my breathing slowly returns to normal.
His eyes finally open, and I smile as I lean down and kiss him. For several seconds our lips melt together, but then I sense a change in him. He pales and hastily pushes me away , painfully dislodging me from him, as he runs to the bathroom and starts to vomit again. Why do I get the feeling that our sex life just came to a screeching halt? The doctor's words come back to haunt me....."Edge may be sick during the entire pregnancy. After all, it's not a normal pregnancy."
~EDGE'S POV~
Nine months of this?
God, help me.
Poor Christian. How could he possibly be in love with a barfing pregnant freak like me? I can't even have sex without throwing up.
I feel a hand on my back caressing it. I look up to see Christian handing me a damp washcloth. I take it and smile at him weakly. "Thank you."
"No problem, baby. We're in this together," he whispers as he sits down beside of me at the toilet.
Where I was scared earlier, I'm now relieved that Christian really wants this child and me. I couldn't imagine what I would do if Mark still had me and I was pregnant.
"Why couldn't Trish be pregnant instead of me?" I whisper as I start to gag again.
A faint smile tugs at his lips, "Are you kidding? She'd go nuts if she got pregnant."
~CHRIS' POV~
"I don't want you to go," I whisper, managing one of my best temperamental pouts.
"I have to go, baby," Benoit whispers. "I won't be gone long."
"Let me go with you," I beg. "I'm an FBI agent."
"Ex-agent," he corrects as he leans in and kisses me.
True, I had quit after my brutal attack by Mark and I had settled for becoming Benoit's "wife". But I missed the old days when we worked together. God, I know how Edge felt right before Mark kidnapped him. Ok, so I am a drama queen and crave my husband's constant attention, is that so bad?
"I can just stay in the hotel room and maybe shop a little....."
"No."
I glance up at my lovers eyes and see that he is serious.
I pout again as I turn and stalk away to our bedroom. "You hate me!" I scream as I slam the door shut behind me.
Sweetness didn't get me anywhere, so lets see if a temper tantrum does. A wicked smile slides across my face as I throw myself on the bed, making sure my robe was slightly lifted so that my lover would be faced with a little temptation when he entered the room.
~BENOIT'S POV~
I smile as the door slams. I'll never admit it to Chris, but he's extremely sexy when he's throwing one of his tantrums. If he wants attention, he's about to get it. I shake my head as I follow him to the bedroom, quietly opening the door. He's been in so many mood swings after the attack, but the doctor said they were normal and would eventually go away. He went as far as to tell me to be patient, but not too patient. Chris needed some discipline in his life.
A smile slides across my face as I see that he has dived onto the bed and is pretending to weep most beautifully. He's just wearing his bathrobe, which, thank God, is very short. My eyes wander up the back of his muscular legs smiling as he bottom half of his ass cheeks are exposed just for my viewing pleasure.
Tease.
Not to be daunted. I undo my robe and let it fall to the floor in with a soft whooshing sound. I stroke my cock which is fully erect and jutting out proudly before me as I crawl onto the bed. My fingers grip the hem of his robe and gently push it up further, fully exposing it.
He gasps and jumps as my hot, throbbing cock rubs between the two perfectly rounded globes, teasing his quivering entrance. A smile slides across his face as he turns and looks at me. "Changed your mind?"
"Nope."
He frowns, "Then why....."
"You're acting like a brat, who must be taught that temper tantrums are bad," I whisper calmly to him as I undo his robe and pull it open.
"What are you going to do, fuck me until I promise to behave," he smirks as he lifts his ass and rubs against me, inviting the punishment.
It's my turn to smirk. "Nope," I reply in my most stoical tone of voice. "I'm going to spank you."
He yelps as I grab him and flip him so that he is laying across my lap, his robe is loose and barely hanging on him as his beautiful posterior is fully exposed.
"No," he growls as he tries to move. I feel his cock rub against my thigh. Judging by it's hardness, he's loving every moment of this.
A resounding whack echoes in the room as my hand connects with his bare posterior.
"Ouch!" He growls as his hands attempt to rub the redden area. I brush them away as I deliver another couple of hard smacks causing him to whimper and thrash his legs. "You can't do this!" He protests as he squirms frantically to get away from me.
"I'm your husband," I remind him. "I should've done this sooner."
Another couple of smacks and he's crying pitifully.
"I'm sorry, Benny. I'll never do it again. I swear!"
I smile as I let him slowly rise from my lap. He immediately nuzzles his face against my neck affectionately, but he yelps as he tries to sit on the bed beside of me. The pout he is sporting is absolutely beautiful, but I'm not about to let it melt my resolve.
"Lay on the bed," I order.
He looks at me skeptically as he bites his bottom lip, but then does as I ordered. His whimpers are soon soothed away and replaced with moans as I rub the ointment into the redden area, lessening the flames somewhat, but still reminding him that he was just thoroughly spanked. I glance to his cock and smirk. Someone is really enjoying this.
"On your hands and knees," I whisper in his ear, feeling him shiver as my warm breath caresses it. "I think that you enjoyed that a little too much."
"What? No, I didn't like it," He gasps as I position him before me.
~CHRIS' POV~
I moan as his cock gently nudges into me, but as his hands grips the redden area of my reddened posterior, I whimper in exquisite pain. God, I love it when he's forceful.
"I didn't know you were into spanking," I gasp as I'm slowly, but thoroughly impaled on his cock.
"You've been a very bad boy," he whispers as he nibbles on my ear. "Bad boys get punished."
I curse myself for being such a slut, because I don't think that I've ever been this hard before. Who knew that spanking would have such an effect on me?
As our bodies bump and grind, he leans down and kisses my shoulder and up along my neck.
"You know that I love only you, and that love will last for as long as I continue to breathe. You have nothing to fear when I leave on work assignments. I vowed to love you and only you, and no one will ever change that."
I moan at the endearment. It's true. I was afraid that I would lose him, and I couldn't bear that.
"I love you, too," I whisper as I tense and spill onto the sheets below me.
He chuckles as he follows, spilling deep inside of me.
I accept that I can't go with him, but I think he's started something with that spanking. Ummmm....temper tantrums earn me a spanking, wonder what else does?
~BILLY'S POV~
I sit at my desk and watch Trish. She really is a fascinating creature. I've never been attracted to women, but if I was straight, Trish would be the one for me. However, right now, she has eyes only for our boss, Hunter.
I watch her as she toys with a strand of her soft silky hair as she watches him. Does he know that she is watching him? Better yet, does she know that I'm watching her?
This trip to Mexico should prove to be very interesting. Maybe Benoit and I can check out some of the sights without getting into too much trouble with our lovers. Then again, maybe he and I can get Trish and Hunter together, all they need is a little extra push.
This should be fun. I squirm a little gingerly in my seat. Shane had heard only a fragment of my conversation with Trish about the three-way, but he had became insanely jealous that I even said the word. I had to promise to marry him when we get back before he'd even think about letting me out of bed. Not that I'm complaining, but I think he left an ownership mark on every part of my body.
I glance down at my suitcases and frown.
Three.
Shane had packed three suitcases for a two day trip. Of course one contained a whole assortment of first aide products in case I injure myself. The other was full of water bottles. I guess he really didn't want me to drink the water in Mexico. I smile as I realize that the smallest one was my clothes. I haven't looked at the contents, but I bet he didn't pack any thongs for me on this trip. Those are only for his viewing pleasure.
I shake my head. Trish is going to tease me so badly.
"Three?" She asks as she approaches my desk. "My God, I only have one and I'm a lady."
"That's debatable," I growl.
"What's debatable?"
"Whether or not you're a lady," I smirk.
She rolls her eyes. "So Shane packed your suitcases again," she giggles.
"Go pick on Benoit."
"He's not here. He's running late."
"Benoit, late?" I ask in shock. "He's always on time."
"Maybe Chris didn't want him to go, either," she smirks.
~HUNTER'S POV~
I turn to find Trish watching me intently.
"Is everything alright Miss Stratus?" I ask innocently.
"Yes," she nearly chokes at being caught. "I was just wondering how long we were going to wait on Benoit."
We all jump as the door to the office slams open and Benoit comes barreling in.
"Sorry I'm late, but I got tied up at home," he replies.
"Really?" Trish asks with a smirk. "With cuffs or scarves?"
"I mean, I had some business to take care of with Chris," he growls.
"I bet you did," Billy teases as he moves to stand by Trish.
I shake my head. Billy and Trish merely smirk at each other.
Yep, this trip was going to be interesting.
~TBC??~
