Eight months later.

When Gabriella woke up, it was still dark in the room, but it must have been early morning. It felt like she'd been asleep for hours. She was still snuggled up against Troy, and his arms were still wrapped around her. She shifted a little, but his arms didn't loosen. She tried to raise her head to look at the clock, but Troy mumbled something under his breath and gathered her against him even more tightly.

Rolling her eyes, she gave up on the clock. It was Sunday, and it didn't matter what time it was. No one had anywhere to be today. And what a feeling that was.

Relaxing against him, she let one of her hands run down his spine then up again until she could caress his head. It felt natural, completely inevitable. She always loved the feel of his body against hers. Loved passing her hand over as he relaxed against her.

Troy's body was as hot as a radiator, he seemed to be pulsing with heat. He was completely relaxed except for the tightness of his embrace and the hardness of his morning erection. As she trailed her fingers down his back again a slow smile pulling at her lips as she slipped her hand under his pajama pants and giving his bottom and firm squeeze.

"Woman, was last night not enough?"

Gabriella jerked at the sudden comment. He'd been asleep when she woke up, she was certain of it. But sometime in the midst of her caresses he awoke.

"It's the hormones," she said with a small smile.

"I don't recall all these hormones when you were pregnant the first time." he said tilting his head and burying his face into the crook of her neck.

Gabriella inhaled sharply as her body had already begun to respond to the feel of him against her. And as she mouthed the sensitive skin of her throat, sucking lightly at her pulse point, she moaned in naked pleasure.

"Are you seriously complaining about having sex?"

Troy let out a chuckle as he gently pushed her from her side to her back. His hands sliding under her oversized t-shirt she wore to bed and he stroked the swell of her belly and then reached up to cup her breast. "Hell no."

She pulled him into an open mouthed kiss, her tongue tangling with his. They quickly worked on removing what little of their clothes they wore and as soon as he could he lined up at her entrance and sunk in slowly.

Troy made a think sound of pleasure and pressed his face against her neck, his hips working in small, unconscious pumps even as he tried to even out his breathing.

Gabriella hugged him close, holding the back of his head with both hands. The penetration was tight but deeply pleasurable, and Troy's instinctive motion sent jolts of sensation rippling out.

After a minute, she started to squirm and she lowered her hands to clutch his ass. "What are you waiting for?"

"Smart ass."

Troy kept his rhythm steady, his eyes never left her face and she couldn't seem to look away either. Because of their earlier lovemaking he was more controlled this time. His skin was slightly damped with perspiration, and the muscles of his arms and neck were clenched with a primal sort of tension. But his rhythm didn't falter as they moved together under the covers.

Troy rocked into her until she came. Then he lifted her thighs so she could wrap her legs around his waists his hands holding her up to him as he continued to rock into her.

Eventually, Gabriella was drenched in sweat and gasping desperately, but her hips still pumped up against Troy's eagerly. The only sounds in the room were the jiggling of the bed, the faint slapping of their bodies together, and the mingled texture of their breathing. But as Troy accelerated his rhythm, working her inside more urgently, she started to make sobbing sounds as she built towards about orgasm.

Troy was finally reaching the edge of his control, and the obvious strain on his face and in his clenched body pushed Gabriella even closer to the release. She loved the way he made her feel, but loved even more when he revealed how much she pleased him, how much he wanted her, needed her.

"Gabriella," Troy rasped," falling out of rhythm as his head jerked to the side. "Baby."

Gabriella arched up, crying out as spasms of pleasure sliced through her. Then she clawed at his arms as he froze inside her, his body clenched as tight as a fist.

"Oh Troy," she gasped.

He let out a thick, rough groan as he jerked his hips helplessly against hers. His face flooded with a rush of intense pleasure. He pulsed inside her as he came, and then he collapsed on to the side of her careful not to crush her.

"That should hold you down for a while."

Gabriella let out a small laugh between pants of breath as she turned her face to watch him. "Please, as if you have anything else to do."

Troy let out a laugh as he reached for his watch from the nearby nightstand, "I'll have you know my used and abused body has to get up and make pancakes in half an hour."

Gabriella rolled her eyes as she shifted so she was now laying on her side resting her hand on Troy's bare chest. "It must be so rough being you in a house filled with demanding women."

Troy let out a breath as he brought a hand up and wiped his brow. "Don't remind me. But, as soon as that little guy is out here, the odds of family night finally being a Marvel movie instead of a pony movie greatly improve."

Gabriella let out a small laugh, "You know what won't be for a while."

"Don't care, it's in the foreseeable future! Football games, baseball practice ..." Troy smiled as he brought his hands up and placed them behind his head. "No tea parties this time around."

"Right, like you don't enjoy being their perfect man?" Gabriella rolled her eyes. "No man will ever measure up to their daddy."

The dopy smile that took over his features made her heart swell.

"I'm pretty great aren't I?"

Gabriella huffed and rolled on her to her back.

Troy followed holding himself up over her as he looked down at her, his left hand resting on the swell of her belly.

"Seeing you like this just makes me want to bury myself so deep inside you." He murmured a wicked grin on his face. "You have no idea how tempting it is to keep you naked and in this bed. Pregnant and sexual satisfied."

Gabriella smiled. "You know you'd still have to feed me?"

"I know."

"And Mr. Prescott might break down the door and murder you for keeping me away from work."

Troy let out a chuckle as he leaned down and pressed a kiss on her tummy. "Good point."

At that Gabriella let out a laugh and then signed as she lifted a hand and shifted it through his sex tousled hair. "We should shower and get dress before the girls get up."

"Together?" he said hopeful.

"Probably better if we didn't," she smirked as she placed a hand on her stomach. "Come on, let's get a move on."

Troy let out a suffered sigh as he began to get up, "fine, but don't you go giving me the sexy eyes after you've had my pancakes."

"No promises," she said getting up from the bed slowly, "these days watching you open the milk makes me want to ride you on top of the kitchen table."

Troy groaned as he reached across the bed and pulled her back into it.

"Troy-"

"This is your fault," he mumbled covering her mouth with his as he pushed back into the bed.

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