Mira shut the apartment door behind her to find Ezra sitting on the couch in their living room, a blanket sprawled across him as he read a book with English letters across it. The book was very clearly from earth, and it took Mira a moment to catch her breath as she took in the reality of her life.

Maybe it was all the fertility food and water and chemical-reaction-inducing islands and plants finally wearing off, but she felt strange. Or Maybe it was being pregnant with an alien baby, or seeing her family for the first time in months—much sooner than she had expected. Whatever it was, as she looked at Ezra, and she knew that she irrevocably loved him.

She stepped into the room from the doorway, and he looked up at her. When he saw her grinning down at him, he couldn't help but smile and laugh. "What?" He asked.

She tilted her head a little, giving him a you-know-what look. "You are absolutely amazing," she said, wishing there was something better—something more profound that she could say to express how much she appreciated what he had done for her. And not just because he brought her family here early to surprise her. But because he had picked her, the girl who didn't even want to be there. The girl that never in a million years thought she would actually find the man of her dreams and fall madly in love.

She didn't know how or why she got so lucky to have someone fall in love with her that was so perfect and kind and wonderful. Her insides felt all warm and light, like she was being lifted into the sky—high on love and drunk on him.

He reached for her hands, guiding her close to him until she sat down next to him on the couch and laid into his chest as he leaned back. "Thank you," she said, letting the warmth of his body soak into her. "Thank you for bringing my family here, for making this place happen, and for picking me—for loving me."

He pulled back the hair falling into her face and tilted her head up to look at him with the bridge of his finger under her chin. "You don't need to thank me for any of those things, because you have made me the happiest person in the universe."

Her heart fluttered, and her body reacted. Her hands reached for his face as she twisted around to kiss him. Her leg swung over to the other side of his body and her lips moved with her tongue and before she knew it, she was pulling off his shirt and tossing it to the floor.

"Mira," he groaned against her lips, forcing himself to stop. "Hold on."

A pang of rejection shot through her as she lifted off of him to see what he wanted. "What?"

He ran his fingers through her hair, holding the strands back like a curtain. "I need you to know that making you happy, and doing things for you—you don't need to thank me for any of it. Ever. You are my everything... All I want from you is to be with you—to love you, forever."

She smiled down at him. "I want to get married."

He made a face. "We are already linked."

"No," she shook her head. "We are joined in the eyes of the Jayku. I want to have a human wedding—with my family and friends, before the baby is born."

He looked at her, trying to understand her. To him, they were already joined and bonded in every Jayku possible way. But she needed this. For her, this was the last step—the one thing left that could bind them together forever. And because he had studied humans for years before she arrived, he knew this. He smiled up at her. "Are you proposing to me?" He teased.

She rolled her eyes, and leaned down for another kiss. "Is that a yes?" She asked, teasing him right back. But for some reason, a tiny part of her was afraid he'd say no—that he'd say that it wouldn't be allowed because it goes against Jayku law or something.

But instead, he let his fingers slide up her back to the nape of neck, pulling her gently down to kiss him. When he released her, he smiled and said, "Yes."

Then, all at once, he twisted them around until she was on her back and he was on top of her. He pulled off her undershorts and gently pulled her blouse over her head—leaving her completely naked. Then, he scooped her up, careful of her big belly, and took her to the bedroom. As he lowered her to the bed, soft blankets and pillows surrounding them on the large, round mattress; their lips never parted.

He groped her breasts, squeezing and rubbing them just right. Then, not being able to resist the urge, he removed his pants and climbed on top of her.

She kissed his shoulder, working her way up his neck and over his jaw with kisses until their lips finally met again, and as they did, he slid inside of her—making her gasp. He rocked back and forth, and she stifled her pleasures breaths against his bare shoulder, trying not to embarrass herself from the whining and moaning sounds. But she knew Ezra loved it when she made them, so before he could even say a word, she let go.

She relaxed every part of her body, and let the moans come as loud as the pleasure deemed. Every sound that escaped her lips made him love her even more. He loved making her get lost in feeling so good. And he loved getting lost in it, too. He moaned quietly alongside her, unable to keep himself quiet, either. And she wrapped herself up in the sound of him, the feel of him inside her, plunging harder and harder, deeper and deeper. Her mind was so consumed by what was going on between her legs, she didn't even realize when he slid his hands underneath her and gently pulled her to the edge of the bed.

He stood up, pulled her feet over his shoulders, and slammed inside her again. The sound made her whimper even louder—and she reached for something, and found his hands pulling into hers. He guided her fingers down, and her legs spread apart so that she could rub herself.

As he filled her hole, she rubbed her clit, and his hand found her nipple and he began tugging gently. All the sensations at once sent her spiraling towards orgasm, and she couldn't stop herself. She climbed and climbed, feeling the pressure of needing release build so deep inside her she wanted to scream.

Then, he yanked himself away from her and flipped her over—shocking her awake, snapping her back to reality. "What are you doing?" She asked, now on her hands and knees on the bed.

His hands gently rested on her butt cheeks, and they slowly pulled her body closer to him until his dick slid inside her soaking wet pussy.

Mira rested her head on the bed, and he grabbed her hand and yanked it down towards her clit to rub again. She obeyed, her fingers sliding around the massive cock gliding in and out of her. Juices ran down her legs, and he wanted to stop and lick them up, but she wouldn't let him. She began to bounce against him, making it impossible for him to stop.

Her tits swayed back and forth, swinging as their bodies did, and as she began to unravel, her face hit the mattress. She built and built again, and so did he. The pressure inside them both was too much to handle, and as he exploded inside of her, she called out, singing in pleasure as her yells hit the bedroom walls. She collapsed on the bed, and so did he, his cum dripping everywhere.

She rolled over and snuggled up onto his chest, the contents in his cum already working their sleepy magic.

"I love you forever," she whispered in the darkness.

"I'll love you longer than that," he whispered back, kissing the top of her head before she drifted to sleep.