"Positive.......you are pregnant." Angelo murmurs, his eyes now hooded as he watches my reaction closely.

My heart skips a beat.

"Are you sure" I ask again.

"Mhhmm" he hums, pushing the wet hair off my shoulders as the water swirls and twirls all around us.

"Both of the sticks were positive?" I inquire further.

Angelo's smile grows to a point where i can see his dimples, which is rare to come by, and i can't believe he managed to withhold his excitement to begin with.

"Yes. One of them actually showed the words 'pregnant', so yeah, i am sure" he drawls.

"Ok" I whisper, breathing out.

I touch my face with both hands and take a deep breath, suddenly feeling so over heated.

Ok..this is happening. This is really, happening. There is no going back now. I am going to have a baby.

"Are you ok?" Angelo asks, watching me.

I nod, but then feel a rush of tears fill my eyes as i literally feel a panick attack coming. I am pregnant.

"Mary?" Angelo murmurs, cupping my cheeks.

"Excuse me a second..."I mumble, as i move to the edge of the hot tub and step out.

"Marianne?" Angelo calls behind me.

"I am ok..I will be back in a minute" I say, grabbing one of the bathrobes hanging on the wall and putting it on.

I walk to the bedroom, leaving a trail of wet footsteps behind me.

I cup my face with both hands again, and feel the heat from my face on my fingers, am flushed.

Oh my God, i am going to be a mother!

I don't know why i am panicking.....we knew this was a possibility, we discussed it earlier and i was ready...I am ready.

I am going to be a mother!!!!. My mind echoes as my stomach ties into knots.

As i stand there in the middle of the room, trying to get myself to calm down, i feel strong, firm hands grip my shoulders.

"Take a deep breath" Angelo murmurs softly against my ear behind me.

I comply, closing my eyes and breathing in and out deeply again.

He rubs my shoulders and upper arms up and down, and i rest my back more into his chest to comfort.

After a few seconds, he walks me to the bed and sits me down. He doesn't say anything though, just sits next to me and holds me to his side as my head rests on his shoulder.

Now that i am calm, i start to feel really stupid and embarrassed for the way i just reacted, especially after we talked about this earlier and came to terms with whatever the outcome would be.

What is wrong with me?

I just proved Angelo right about overreacting and being indecisive. It must be quite a bother for him to put up with me.

The thought brings a lump to my throat and i feel like crying again. I am such an emotional mess lately.

My nose feels blocked and despite me trying to ignore it, i eventually sniff to clear some air space.

"I am sorry" I whisper, feeling extremely embarrassed now.

"For what?" He asks softly.

"This? You must think i am childish and annoying" I mumble, sitting up straight and touching the edges of my gown on my lap.

He chuckles.

" 'Childish?', that's a new one.....and no, i do not think you are annoying or anything of the sort." He responds.

"I am sorry..."Is all i can think to say again.

"Look at me, stop apologizing.... This is a huge step and it's been what? Less than four months that we have offically been together, you are allowed to feel overwhelmed. There has been alot of changes especially for you and it's alot to ask you to adjust to so quickly, but I promise you, it's going to be ok." He says, his eyes staring deeply into my now red and probably puffy ones.

"You are being unbelievably sweet" I whisper.

"I am just a very...Sweet guy" he smirks, and i realise he means it more than in the way i just said it.

" 'Sweet guy' ?" I echo, unable to help goading him a little.

"I am only repeating what i have been told" he muses.

"Really? By who?" I take the bait.

"I seem to recall you saying something like that not so long ago, right here in this bed....something about me having the sweetest......... " he murmurs, patting the bed behind him with his hand for emphasis as he speaks.

"I did not say anything like that" I chuckle, placing my hand on his mouth as i straddle him, my robe spreading apart.

"Even though you were quite gibberish at the time, but i know what I heard" he continues, turning his head to speak.

" I see your arrogance still reigns supreme" I murmur.

"That didn't take too long now did it. I see you are back to normal and calling me names already..do you want to know what else you said on this bed?" he says cheekily, wriggling his eyebrows and resting his palms on the bed behind him.

I place my hand on his mouth again, but he flicks my palm with the tip of his tongue and i pull my hand away with a laugh.

"You just have a dirty mind, and mouth" I giggle.

"You like this dirty mind, and mouth on you" he whispers, his eyes sparkling with playfulness.

I know what he is doing, he is trying to lighten up the mood from the recent strained moment from a minute ago and i love him for that.

"I do love this mouth"I say softly, as i hold his face between my hands, and bring my mouth to his. He tilts his head back, his tongue meeting mine at the first contact of our lips.

I love how he kisses me, and i want more of him, so so much more.

The way we made love earlier was something i have never experienced with him before, his actions where so dominating, so powerful and intense, it blew my mind and i just can't can't wait to do it again.

Come to think of it, everytime we make love, is always better than the last time, and the thought of what's about to come makes me feel dizzy with desire and anticipation.

Sensing my mood, Angelo's hands grab my upper thighs and hips, sliding up my waist to my breasts, which he kneads gently in his hands.

With only the bathrobes covering our bodies, i reach my hand inside his too to explore more of his body, my fingers wrapping around his sex, already rock hard, feeling like hot steel covered in velvet in my soft hands.

He groans in my mouth, grabs the front edges of my gown and pulls it apart, but just then, there is a knock on the door.

He grunts and pulls away from me.

"No" I protest and he chuckles.

"That should be room service with our dinner."

"Do we have to eat right now?" I argue, but right on cue, my stomach rumbles, as if to answer my own question.

"You need to take better care of yourself, especially now......"he says pushing me off of him entirely.

He pecks my lips before slowly strolling to the door whilest adjusting his robe.

We spread a cloth and sit down near the fire place to eat. The conversation is kept light, as we mostly talk about the house and making changes to include a nursery, as well as getting a proper medical checkup once we get back home.

We also agree to keep the news private for now, well atleast until i am attended to by a gynecologist.

"By the way, i have something for you" I murmur, at the end of our meal, as he drinks his wine and me my fruit salad.

"What is it?" He looks at me curiously.

"A gift."

"A gift?" He asks, amused.

"Yes" I giggle.

"Ok, give it to me"he says standing up.

"What, now?"

"Yeah"

Gosh! this man has no patience.

I shake my head and walk to one of the suitcases. I turn to find that he is following behind me closely. I pull out a gift box.

"It's nothing extravagant or anything. It's just wanted to give you something practical, something you can use everyday that would make you think of me." I mumble, holding it in my hands.

He looks at me intently, before, extending his hand to take it from my reluctant hands.

I sit down on the bed while he stands in front of me and opens the small box.

He takes out the contents and studies them closely.

I actually feel nervous.

"I..I had that made when i was in Milford...." I mumble when he holds out a customized key holder in his hand that has engraving of his initials on one side and a message on the other.

He smirks.

There is also a Mark and Graham wrist watch and wallet that i engraved with his initials too.

Jaden helped me with the engraving part. He knows someone who trades in that.

I clear my throat as he opens the wallet.

"I put that picture from my apartment that you liked so much.....the one from when i was five." I utter.

'Say something.....you are making me nervous' I grumble in my head, finding his silence quite unnerving.

He leans forward.

"Your man huh?" He smirks.

"Mhhmm, just incase you got carried away with the whole marriage thing...I wanted you to remember who you belong to" I say.

"Cheeky much?" he utters.

"I learned from the best" I retort and he smiles.

He looks at the gifts then grins.

"Thank you...I can't imagine a better gift than this" he murmurs close to my face.

"So you like them" I ask, my own smile widening.

He grabs my hand and pulls me to a standing position, the action so sudden and sharp, that it causes me to stumble into his arms with a thump.

"I love them........I love you."he says, sending butterflies into my tummy.

We look at each other for a second, the golden brown of his eyes staring into my blue ones and i feel him own every single part of me without even trying.

Slowly, he bends over, his mouth lingering close to mine and i go up the rest of the way, taking his lips in a slow deliberate kiss.

We don't have much on our bodies except for the bathrobes, which quickly drop to the floor besides the bed. His body feels hot and hard but at the same time gentle and soothing against my skin.

He lifts me up and crawls onto the bed with me, out lips never parting as our tongues explore each other. Soon the slow kiss picks up momentum as every touch and caresses becomes more heated and urgent.

I can hardly wait to feel the power and intensity with which he made love to me before, fill me up again, i need him, i need him so much right now.

But unlike before, his movements are slower and more calculated, paying particular attention to every inch of my body, until his expert tongue and fingers are making love to my most intimate parts, taking me to the highest peaks of ecstasy.

Afterwards, Angelo kisses his way up my body, straddling me, my skin barely able to contain his caresses, as every touch feels pleasurably unbearable onto my sensitive skin. His hands massages my chests, his finger sliding to grab my neck firmly as he lowers his head to kiss me.

After i calm down from my delirium, i want nothing more than to return the favor and he cannot hide his surprise when i push him onto his back, but he complies, surrendering control and letting me do whatever i want with him.

My hands and mouth worship every inch of his body, making love to his intimate parts with my mouth too. His words encourage and motivate my actions, teaching me how he likes to be touched, until he is slipping off the edge of his own climax, his fingers gripping my head tightly against him untill i feel like i am going to gag.

Pulling me back up to him, we kiss lovingly, with my legs, though weak from my ecstasy, placed on either side off him, his hands caresses my back all the way down to my upper thighs and back again and again.

We continue our gentle caresses, until our bodies long for a more intimate connection again, i can't contain my pleasure when our bodies join again. I plant my hand on his chest, the other on the bed just over his shoulders, while his hands grip the flesh on my hips firmly in a way i know will leave marks tomorrow.

He lets me lead, as he holds me tight against his body, his hands constantly rubbing my lover back and shoulders as we continue to kiss throughout our lovemaking, his embrace so loving it's making my body feel an avalanche of sensations, so much that in no time, i fall over the edge again.

Gripping my waist firmly, he shifts us around, so that i am on my back again, his arms on either side of me.

His muscles are hard and flexing all around me, as i lay beneath him, loving the feel of some of his weight on me, so much that i feel utterly and completely consumed. Whatever is left of me, he is claiming with every slow deliberate move and i tilt my head back into the pillows in complete surrender to the emotions and feelings only he evokes inside of me.

I can't help the tears that slip from the corners of my eyes from how completely full of love and contentment i feel right now.

*

I wake up feeling an excessive need to empty my bladder, but then i feel a heavy weight across my torso that could only be Angelo's arm. I love when we wake up together, it's so rare for us.

I have my back to him and can feel his heated body, as well at other parts of his anatomy, press into my back. Based on his even breathing and the gentle rise and fall of his chest against my back, he is still sleeping.

I don't want to leave his warmth, but the pressure in my bladder demands otherwise, and so i move my legs to detangle myself from him.

The thought of peeing bringing a small smile to my face when i replay the memory of us at some point last night, when i asked him to stop making love, because i 'urgently needed to pee', which he ofcourse declined as the time.

My hand goes to touch my belly and my heart skips a beat. I have a baby growing in there, Angelo's baby, and this time, a smile appears on my face.

I briefly glace over at him, lying next to me and can't help but be in awe of him. How did i get so lucky to have found someone that makes me feel so special, so loved and cared for?

Our journey together though recent, has had it's fair share of up's and down, but he has always been there for me. I am overwhelmed with love and emotion and i can't think of anybody i would rather start this new chapter with.

Bathroom duty calling, i move further off the bed and sit up, only now becoming aware of the slight stickiness and tenderness between my legs.

*

I feel the bed shift besides me and i open my eyes only to see Marianne scooting closer to the edge of the bed. I look at her back, her hair falling messily against her skin to the middle of her back.

I can't believe i almost lost her yesterday, her and our baby.

Our baby.

Our baby.

I am going to be a father.

She starts to get up and i quickly grab her upper arm, pulling her back on the bed.

She squeals in surprise, not expecting me to be awake.

"Don't do that" she yells.

Her smalls hands touching her flushed face.

"Am sorry baby....good morning" I chuckle.

"Goodmorning" she responds as i kiss her shoulders.

"How are you feeling?" I ask.

"Pressed....I was just about to go to the bathroom" she murmurs.

"Ok" I reply, leaning back against the pillows.

She picks up a robe from the floor and walks to the bathroom.

She is in there for a while and i hear the water running at some point. She exists and walks back to the bed, dropping the robe off her shoulders before crawling back into bed, right into my waiting arms.

The sight of her beautiful lucious body, and the thought of her pregnant with my child, gets my blood flowing to all the right places and i quickly pull her down to me, for our first course of breakfast.

*

I have to freshen up and get ready earlier than Marianne, so that i can attend to something at reception first.

As she showers, i get dressed quickly. I pick up my wrist watch and as i put it on, i remember the new watch Marianne gave me. A smile spreads over my face as i pick up the new gift, turning it over to read her message engraved in a circle at the back, ' For AM from MW '.

I fasten the new watch on my wrist and transfer the contents from my old wallet to the new one, stopping briefly to admire the picture of five year old Marianne.

I am not really into sentimental stuff, in that i have never kept a picture of anyone not even my family on my desk at work or home or anywhere for that matter. It's not my thing, she knows that, which is why she did it, to bug me.

But having this picture here is not so bad, i will allow it.

Having finished dressing up, i reach for the door to leave and as i open it, i find Sienna in the company of the other ladies, with her hand raised to the door in readiness to knock.

"Goodmorning" I murmur.

"Good morning" they all respond.

"She's all yours" I utter, leaving them to check on her.

*

"Another morning where you are late?" Andre utters.

"You keep showing up every morning late and alone, what happened Mary this time? or is she still recuperating from a busy night?" Marco goads when i sit down and join them at the table.

"I left the girls with her in our room" I mutter, throwing some grapes at him.

"How is she doing anyway?" Andre asks.

"Yeah?" Nick adds.

I realise now that the incident must have shaken Andre up abit more than i thought, having been so close and seen everything from that angle.

I wish i had checked up on him earlier, but i plan to do so later.

"She is ok. She was a little shaken last night but....."

"You took care of it" Marco grins.

I give him the finger.

Everyone laughs.

"Well, Rita, Ally and Sienna were very concerned after they heard about the accident, and despite Nick advising them not to come, they decided to come anyway and check how she was doing, ...well, if the sounds coming from your room were anything to go by, she sounded pretty ok..........the rooms are not sound proof by the way, so you might want to be a bit more........." Marco chatters, exaggerating the situation and this time i throw an apple at him.

"Do you fucking mind" I mutter, gesturing to my eighteen years old brother sitting at the table.

"Give me a break, i am not a kid." He scoffs.

"Hey, so, I know you said you don't want to know anything but......" Nick starts.

"I don't" I cut him off, knowing exactly what he wants to talk about.