Nate ~ 6 months later.

I take one look at my beautiful wife and feel a tight pulling on my heart strings. She's so perfect, so beautiful, and goddamn sexy. But she's also amazing inside too. Even more amazing now there's something else inside her.

Baby Clarke: Due October 10th.

I held the baby scan in front of my face for what felt like the hundredth time, but simultaneously still felt like the first. The excitement building inside my chest, the pounding of my heart, and the love I already carried inside me for this little human that wasn't even here yet, was enough to convince me my life was perfect.

I lifted my eyes up to Daisy again, smiling as she laughed so hard at something my mother said about my father, and then dropped my eyes back to the scan picture. I'm sure there was a twinkle in my eye, I was the happiest I could be.

After Robert made his final entrance into our lives and tried to officially end Daisies, but ended up dead himself, we were free. He could no longer hurt us, no longer torture us mentally and consciously, and his family were also serving twenty years in prison for a long list of crimes, including assisting him in the kidnapping and attack of both Daisy and Hope. So, yeah, our life was perfect.

We had minor issues like everyone does, but we were grateful for just those minor issues. We didn't have anything else looming over us like before.

We took advantage of Roberts permanent absence and organised a tiny ceremony for us to be official. The only people there were my parents, Amanda, Jack and Hope. Then we jetted off, just the two of us, to Mauritius for two long weeks of sun, sand, and love making. Which is where our new baby comes in. Behaving as a typical couple on their honeymoon, we spent most mornings and nights naked in bed. There was one day where we didn't leave our private beach house, we relaxed by our private part of the ocean and I stripped us both down to nothing. She screamed in shock initially when I started untying her tight pink bikini, but soon changed her mind when she realised my intentions.

"What's got you smiling like a Cheshire Cat?" She interrupted my thoughts, sliding her soft hands up my left bicep and over my shoulder. She smelled heavenly, like cakes and strawberries.

"Just thinking about us," I placed my hand over her bump, cradling the two most precious things to me as I gazed into her eyes. "I love you."

Those simple words made her eyes darken and her mouth slide into a sexy smile.

"I love you too." She answered, then looked back before whispering, "Your parents just declared they were leaving, meet me upstairs." Before I could answer, she was up the stairs with a satisfied grin on her face. Hope was staying with a friend tonight, so we did have the place to ourselves as soon as mom and dad left.

The thought excited me and I jumped at the chance to rush my parents to their car.

Daisy

I stripped down to my baby pink lace lingerie, and wrapped my silk gown around me. The tie sat perfectly on my little bump and made it stick out so beautifully. Most women hate how 'fat' they look pregnant, but not me. I take one look at my bump and think of how much I love my husband and how much he loves me. He spends most nights, head on my thigh and hand stroking my tummy, while we talk about everything and nothing. So, I know he loves me like this, I have no worries.

I hear the front door slam shut to our new four bedroom home, and feel the excitement shoot through me. My hormones are like crazy and I need him so bad.

I hear him as his footsteps halt in front of the door, and then the doorknob spins. He's got his usual sexy work clothes on, baby blue shirt with a navy tie and navy trousers. They hug his muscles tight, showing off his gorgeous body. I feel a whimper leave me as he stands there taking me in.

"God, you're so beautiful." He shakes his head, almost dumbfounded by his words, as he slowly edges towards me undoing his tie.

He climbs on the bed, spreads my legs and settles on his knees between me. Our love making is exceptional, so my breathing is ragged as I wait for him to devour me, but he leans down and presses his head against mine.

I wait, frustration kicking in at the lack of contact, but then his lips smooth across mine slowly. I feel them tingle and burn for more, eager for his lips to smash into mine.

His hands land on my bump, slowly caressing before loosening the bow and revealing my little outfit for him. He shakes his head again, then unexpectedly smashes his lips onto mine. I moan into his mouth as I grip his collar and rip the shirt apart. I'm sure I've just completely ruined it, but I'm not one bit bothered right now. His hands are all over me and mine all over him.

This is my forever. Me and him. I will always love him, always want him, and always cherish him. I couldn't believe we were so lucky after everything, after all the bad and ugly, we were officially living our dream life - and together.

"I want this, forever and ever. Not just because you're so sexy, and that little outfit is driving me crazy, but because you're my everything. I love you. I love you. I love you." He chanted, his voice gravelly and hoarse. I couldn't help the small tear that slid down my face. He never failed to make me happy, but when he did this, it made me feel so special.

He wiped the tears as he pecked my nose. "Don't cry baby."

"I just really love you, I can't believe how lucky I am." I felt my throat constrict and my voice break as his head lowered, small kisses peppering across my chest.

He tugged a nipple into his mouth, biting just enough so it wouldn't cause pain, but enough so that sent lighting bolts through my body and shot to my core. I arched into him, the tears dissipating. He teased my other, then licked his way down to my tiny panties and ripped them apart.

"I will never get bored of doing this to you."

I had no time to respond before his mouth committed the most pleasurable assault, and instead I screamed out in ecstasy. His fingers joined in, pumping deep and fast, and before I knew it I was pushed over the edge and gripping the sheets.

He lifted himself up, face to face, so he could align himself against me, and then slowly slid inside while sucking my neck. The man was lucky I had taken early maternity leave and didn't have to go into work. The marks he'd decided to keep leaving since, would without a doubt get me the sack. But, nevertheless, I loved it and wished he could do it all the time.

My legs wrapped around him as he slowly pumped in and out. He was extra gentle since the day we had the official scan to confirm our baby, and as much as I loved him being rough, this was extra special. Knowing he was being careful because of our baby, made my heart almost explode. Although, right now, it wasn't enough. I was gripping my heels into his ass, pushing him further and further, edging him to go faster.

"Nate, please. I need you." I watched his face contort into pain, fighting himself. He wanted the same too. "Nate." It came out more of a moan, but, God, I really needed this.

He gripped my thighs, and pounded into me. I felt my eyes roll back into my head, the same time I heard the loud cries escape. I watched his body, dripping with sweat, ripped with muscles, as he pleasured my body. He was so sexy. The sight of him, mixed with the pleasure, caused my second orgasm to hit me. I felt myself tingle and shiver as the wave crashed into me, the same time I felt Nate buck inside me. Before I knew it, his mouth was on mine, and my body was pulled to the side with his.

"Fuck, I love you." He breathed, and I couldn't help the small giggle that left me. That was the fourth time he'd said that in the past twenty minutes. "I love you too."

His hand landed back on my bump, his lips on my temple, and I slowly drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

My life was finally the way it should be, and it was only just beginning...