He hadn't intended to sleep in, but he really had been worn out. The first thing he realised when he woke was that Abby was still curled against him. That had surprised him; she hadn't left during the night as he'd expected. The scent of their union still clung in the air, and even the thought of it was stirring something inside. He stretched a little, trying not to wake her and lay there wondering what would happen when she woke. Maybe he could spare her the embarrassment and leave her in bed whilst he went for a walk or something?

Before he could move, Abby stirred. She blinked sleepily then smiled up at him. "Morning!"

"Hey. Sleep well?"

"Think that was the best I've slept in a while. You wore me out!"

"I know the feeling." There was a slightly awkward silence, then Matt decided to try and bring some normality back into the situation. "I guess I should be a proper host and offer you coffee or something?"

"I'm fine." Abby sighed. She seemed in no hurry to leave, not that Matt was complaining about that fact; it was Saturday, they didn't need to rush off to the ARC, it just seemed strange. Abby glanced around the room and spotted the framed photo on the bedside table. "Is that your father?" Matt nodded. "Did you leave him behind when you came here?"

"No, he came with me. He passed away about six weeks ago. Cancer of the lungs, like most other people from my time."

"Oh, Matt, I'm sorry. I wouldn't have asked if I'd..."

"It's OK. We always knew he was on borrowed time. I'm just grateful that he at least got to live out his final years here instead of gasping for air." Abby stroked his chest tenderly, and whilst it was nice, Matt wished that she wouldn't. She was making things incredibly difficult.

"What about the rest of your family? Did they come too?"

"No, they all died when I was young. In fact, he was my adoptive father. I never knew my real family. Before we came here, he had the agency put together the details of my real parents but I never bothered with the pack. I didn't see the point; they were dead anyway and it was Gideon that raised me. He was my father. They were just names on a piece of paper and nothing more."

"But aren't you in the least curious? Your parents, your grandparents... they could be here now. You could get to know them."

Matt leaned out of bed and pulled open the drawer. Inside was a large brown envelope which he handed to Abby. She sat up and on his instruction, slid out the paperwork inside. The first sheet was a simple summary; two names and dates of birth. "Samuel and Sarah Foster," Matt said. "Like I said, just names. Meaningless."

"Your father is currently two years old," Abby laughed. "I bet he's really cute with big blue eyes." She blushed slightly as she spoke. "And your mother, Sarah Peters... won't be born until later this year. We could read through the files and see if it mentions their parents. You could track down your grandparents, Matt."

"No. What would I say to them? 'Hi, I'm your grandson from the future' – there's nothing to be gained by it, and it would just freak them out." He took the envelope from Abby and placed it back in the drawer. At that moment, a mobile phone rang out. Abby sighed. It was hers. She crawled around trying to find her jeans, knowing her phone was in the pocket. She found it just in time and answered it before it cut to voicemail. Matt tried not to listen, but he knew it was Connor. Abby didn't sound happy, and when she ended the call she threw the phone onto the floor.

"Bloody Philip Burton! Bloody Connor!"

"What's wrong?"

"He didn't even ask where I was, so I'm pretty certain he didn't go home last night. He never even missed me... he just said he has a few more hours to do and he'll be home later this afternoon."

"He's an idiot. Did you have plans?"

"Not really, just domestic stuff, shopping, cleaning... You know what? Since he clearly isn't worried what I'm up to, I'm going to have some fun today. Are you up for it, Matt?"

"What sort of fun did you have in mind?" Matt recognised the look in Abby's eyes. It was the same playful expression she had when he'd dismissed the two boys last night.

"Think you can do better than last night?"

Matt felt his stomach tighten and he knew without looking that his cock was twitching and growing hard. "I know I can do better than last night."

As Abby pressed herself against Matt's body and pulled him into a wet, passionate kiss, his head began to spin. The sex last night had been fantastic; a one night stand and an event he had expected to be over by now. But suddenly, it had turned into something a whole lot more. Her legs were wrapping around his waist and her groin pressing into his, it would only take a little adjustment and he'd be inside her again.

"What's the hurry?" he whispered. "We have hours yet." He rolled so that Abby was beneath him on her back and then he began to suckle on her nipples. His tongue flicked over them and then he pulled them between his teeth, biting down slightly which made Abby's breath hitch. He hadn't taken the time to savour just how perfect her body was last night, but now he could. His hands slid easily over her soft flesh as his mouth all but devoured her breasts. She was breathing hard and exploring his body with her hands, her fingers digging into his back.

He pulled her thighs apart and moved his hand to cup her pussy, grazing his thumb over her clit as he allowed his middle finger to push into her wet channel. He felt her back arch as she gasped and writhed into his touch.

"Matt, please!" she gasped, reaching for his erect cock and circling her fingers around it firmly. His entire body shuddered and he knew he wouldn't be able to hold off much longer. Shifting, he rested himself between her thighs and with one easy motion he was inside her again. Their limbs tangled around each other and Abby pulled him into a kiss, her tongue probing into his mouth as they moved together, rolling on the bed and gasping for air. Matt felt his groin tense and then he released, flooding Abby's womb again with his seed. Her muscles clamped around him and she cried out, gripping his back so hard she bruised him.

Exhausted, Matt slumped against Abby's body whilst she stroked him and planted soft kisses over his face and neck allowing him to continue to spill himself into her body until he was completely satiated and withdrew. They lay together for some minutes, coming down from the high.

Finally, Matt kissed Abby softly on the lips and suggested that maybe she'd like to take a shower whilst he made some breakfast.

##

When Abby emerged from the bathroom, Matt had laid out a spread of toast, eggs and bacon with coffee. He looked up and smiled when he saw her, still not quite believing that all of this was happening. She was wrapped in his bathrobe which was several sizes too big for her and swamped her, and her damp hair hung loosely around her shoulders and face. He could get very used to this set up; a gorgeous girl and lots of sex, but he had to keep reminding himself that Abby was only doing this to get back at Connor for the way he'd been treating her recently. She loved him and it would his arms she'd fall into if it ever came to a choice. He would have to just make the most of what he was being presented with and enjoy it for what it was.

Abby poured herself a coffee and sat facing Matt, sipping the hot, reviving liquid. She watched Matt devour a second piece of toast and smiled. "That's it, eat plenty, you'll need the energy."

"Oh, so you think I'm going to fuck you again do you?"

"Of course you are," Abby purred. "Third time's the charm. Isn't that what they say?"

"I believe it is, yes."

Abby stood up and moved around the table to stand beside him, dropping the bathrobe to the floor. Matt pulled her to his lap, crushing her mouth with a hungry kiss that took both their breaths. He felt his boxers tighten as Abby shifted to straddle him and ground against his groin. "You are insatiable aren't you?"

"What can I say? I've developed a liking for Irish cock. Don't think I'll ever get enough of it!" Her hands had moved to the waistband of his boxers and she was sliding them down, allowing his thick, hard shaft to spring up free before she dropped to her knees on the floor between his legs and took the tip in her mouth.

"Oh, god, yes Abby!" Matt closed his eyes. He felt her fingers circle the base and begin to pump him as her mouth sank over the rest with her tongue lashing around it. She certainly knew what she was doing, bringing him right to the edge and then easing off just enough. She kept it going for several minutes and the torture was getting too much for him. Pulling away, Matt stood up and grabbed Abby's arm, dragging her towards the nearby sofa. It would have been more comfortable in the bed they'd vacated not that long ago, but he wasn't prepared to wait a moment longer.

They lay on their sides across the length of the sofa, with Matt's cock pressing insistently into the small of Abby's back. He took control, sliding one arm beneath Abby and around to cup her breast as his other hand guided her legs apart with her leg resting on his outer thigh. With a hard thrust, he penetrated her and Abby sucked in her breath.

"Fuck!" Abby gasped, feeling every nerve in her body fire and send bolts of electricity through her body. Her hand slid to her clit and she rubbed it vigorously as Matt pounded into her, deep, hard and increasingly faster.

Matt tightened his grip on her, feeling her body become almost boneless as she cried out. Her internal muscles rippled around his shaft, enough to finally tip him over the edge. He groaned out loud as his hips jerked and his semen released explosively into Abby's quivering body. He could almost swear that he could feel her womb drinking it in. He couldn't remember ever coming this much before, and he didn't think he was ever going to stop. His hand joined Abby's on her clit and her body jerked again, making her scream out and sob his name over and over.

Finally he knew he couldn't give any more and he pulled her into a kiss as they both let their bodies come down, his softening cock still buried deep inside Abby.

Sleep overwhelmed him, and when he woke Abby was fully dressed and getting ready to leave. "Connor called," she said softly. "He's on his way home." She looked almost sad.

"Why do you let him treat you like this?" Matt sat up, stretching his aching muscles. "He doesn't deserve you."

"If I split up from him now, how are we going to find out what he and Philip are up?" She forced a smile and headed towards the door.

Matt could almost slap himself. Abby was staying in a relationship that was making her miserable because of what he'd told her. If she didn't know, maybe she'd have left him before now. As she opened the door he called out her name. "Abby... if you ever... if things ever change, I think we could..."

"Perhaps."

She closed the door and the silence in Matt's flat emphasised just how lonely he suddenly felt.

##

That was almost 7 weeks ago now. He'd barely spoken to Abby since and things were definitely awkward. He hadn't been able to get that day out of his mind, not just the sex but the discussion he'd had about his parents with Abby. He was tired of being alone, and now he'd been sat with the envelope in his hands. Could he track down his grandparents in this time?

There were no details about his father's parents which didn't surprise him. By the time Matt was born, many records had been destroyed. He'd tried to imagine what it must have been like for his parents, bringing a child into that kind of world. All he knew from the adoption records was that his father had died days after Matt had been born, and his mother was desperately ill. She'd given him up for adoption in the hope he'd have a better chance of survival.

His mother would be born in just over 6 months time; somewhere his grandmother was in the early stages of pregnancy. He wondered what she looked like and if her husband or partner was supportive and excited about becoming a father. There were details about his mother's early like, and he'd been a little shocked to discover that she too had been adopted at an early age. There were copies of her adoption records too; the identity of her real parents contained within. He needed to know – what had happened to them that had left a young child without her parents?

As his trembling hands began to rip open the second envelope, his doorbell rang. It was unusual for him to get unexpected visitors and he supposed it was just a salesman. It rang again, longer and almost impatiently so he couldn't ignore it. He flicked on the security camera over the door and saw Abby waiting there. "Abby, come in," he said, pressing the button that unlocked the main door, and moments later she was standing in his hallway. From the redness in her eyes it was obvious she'd been crying.

"Another row with Connor? I thought things were getting better?"

Abby shook her head. "I'm pregnant. And it's yours."

Matt felt his jaw drop and his head span. "You're sure?" He knew it sounded heartless, but from her demeanour, saying 'congratulations' didn't seem appropriate.

She nodded. "Connor and I haven't slept together since before you and I... There's no way it's Connor's."

Matt didn't know what to say. He felt sick and he needed a moment to digest what she'd just said. Abby was having his baby. "You'd better sit down," he said shakily. "I guess we need to talk."

Abby settled herself on the sofa, burying her head in her hands. Matt tried to compose himself, turning away to focus on filling the kettle to make some coffee. As he watched the water fill the spout, a terrifying thought hit him. By his calculations, the baby was due in around 7 months. Surely it was just a coincidence? There would be thousands of women due around that time. He picked up the envelope containing the details of his mother's parents. Now he definitely needed to know; put his mind at rest so that he could deal with Abby's news too.

He excused himself and took the envelope into his bedroom. He skim read the information, until he saw the one word he'd been dreading seeing and it made his stomach lurch. This wasn't happening. It couldn't be. Now he understood why he'd been warned off relationships in this time.

His mother had been born Sarah Maitland; her mother, Abigail Maitland, had given her up for adoption at the age of three months. No details of the father, but Matt could guess who he was and it wasn't Connor.

A twist of fate had made him his own grandfather and right now, sitting on his sofa was his grandmother, pregnant with his mother... his daughter. How the hell did he even begin to deal with that fact?