"What do you mean I'm pregnant?" Hannah sputtered in disbelief before asking, "Wait, what about you?"

Shaking her head, Mikayla replied, "Not this time, maybe next time."

Hannah's eyes widened as she looked down at the pregnancy test again. She could not believe that she was expecting. Mikayla immediately had her take the four other brands of tests that she had in the bathroom.

"Here, pee on these!" Mikayla instructed eagerly.

While the women waited for the results, Hannah sat, wondering how this was possible. She was due to start her period any day now. Although, now that she thought about it, she had noticed that her flow for her last cycle a few weeks ago had not been as extensive as usual.

It was not uncommon for Hannah to experience light bleeding instead of a heavier flow, especially when stressed. Given how hectic the last few weeks had been, she had not paid much attention to it.

After a few minutes of waiting, all four tests came out positive and Hannah felt a mixture of emotions. On the one had she was happy, but as she looked at her best friend, she could not help but feel sad. Noticing the emotions that played across Hannah's face, Mikayla moved to hug her.

"I know what you're thinking, and I want you to stop it right now!" Mikayla scolded.

"But... it should be you, I don't deserve this," Hannah choked up, fresh tears forming.

It broke Mikayla's heart to hear her best friend say such a thing. She could not help but hold the blonde in an even tighter embrace as she shook her head in disagreement.

"Don't say that! You deserve all the happiness in the world Hannah!" Mikayla countered.

"I can't help it Miks!" Hannah exclaimed as she went on to say, "You've been trying to get pregnant for months now and here I go and get knocked up on accident!"

Smiling lightly through her own tears, she smoothened Hannah's hair, "Listen to me... you were on birth control and still got pregnant. Sure, the pill isn't 100% but the probability is so small that we should look at this as a miracle, not an accident!" Mikayla said before adding, "You were clearly meant to get pregnant; I know that you will be an amazing mother. And yes, I wish that I could be pregnant too, but what did you tell me a few weeks ago?"

"Whether it's your womb or mine, once one of us is pregnant, we're both pregnant..." Hannah recited what she had said the last time they had taken the pregnancy tests.

"Exactly, so this is my baby too." Mikayla grinned as she pulled back a bit to rest her hand on Hannah's still flat tummy.

"But I want you to have a baby too!" Hannah sniffled.

"And I will! It's like you said, it's just going to take some time for me. Look at it this way, at least with you being pregnant I can focus on helping you so whenever my time comes, we'll both know what to do," Mikayla said reassuringly, her smile bright, letting Hannah know that she was so happy to be sharing this moment with her.

Nodding, Hannah replied wittily, "I guess it was fate that I would be the guinea pig huh?"

Mikayla could not help but laugh out loudly as she said, "Sorry hun, but hey, you can take one for the team!"

"Is it okay if we don't tell the guys for now? I want to go to the doctor first," Hannah stated.

"Of course, let me know when you make the appointment so that I can come with you," Mikayla replied, understanding.

"I'm so scared Miks," she whispered.

Hugging her once more, Mikayla said, "It's okay, just remember that you're not alone."

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Two days later, Hannah and Mikayla sat in the gynaecologist's office during their lunch break. Dr. Herbert Knowles was known as one of the best OB-GYN's in London. A tall and slim man in his mid-fifties with over thirty years of experience. His warm smile and kind dark blue eyes always seemed to immediately ease his patients' nerves.

It was confirmed that Hannah was indeed pregnant and was estimated to be a little over four weeks along. The light spotting that she had been experiencing was not her period as she had previously thought, but came a result of the implantation. Her increased exhaustion was also because of the pregnancy and not all due to the excitement that surrounded her engagement.

Seeing as most doctors counted the start of pregnancy from the first day of a woman's last period, it would mean that Hannah had conceived sometime in Qatar or Dubai. At the moment, she laid on the reclined bed next to the ultrasound machine, while Mikayla held her hand supportively.

Hannah was currently getting a transvaginal ultrasound since this method usually produced better and clearer images in early pregnancies. When the images began to show up on the screen, Hannah's grip on Mikayla's fingers tightened.

"There's your baby," Dr. Knowles stated while pointing to the monitor.

"Oh wow..." Hannah whispered, looking at the tiny speck.

"It will be another two or three weeks before we can detect the heartbeat," the doctor confirmed, as he printed the image and gave it to Hannah.

After finalising the details for her next appointment, as well as answering any other questions, Hannah and Mikayla left and stood on the sidewalk for a moment.

"How are you feeling?" Mikayla asked with a small smile.

"A bit better, now that I know that everything is ok." Hannah sighed in relief and as they began walking, she asked, "What about you Miks, are you really okay?"

Letting out an exasperated sigh, Mikayla replied, "Yes woman! I promise, I really am fine. I mean it hasn't even been six months as yet. If after a year and still nothing then I'll start to stress out."

Hannah could see the change in her best friend, when only a few days ago she had been stressing out, she was now much calmer. Clearly the news of Hannah's pregnancy had caused Mikayla to focus more on making sure that she was doing alright rather than concentrate on her own dilemma. It made Hannah love Mikayla even more, if that was possible, and more now than ever she prayed that her friend would be gifted with a baby as well.

"Will you tell Tariq tonight?" Mikayla's voice was full of excitement.

A soft laugh escaped Hannah, "Yea, I think I'll just take the rest of the day off and go home to rest for a bit before I head over to his place."

"Sounds good, call me tomorrow," Mikayla hugged her tightly.

The two women said their goodbyes before going their separate ways. Hannah's right hand gently touched her stomach briefly before she crossed the street. She needed to stop in at a printing store before she headed home.

Later that night, after dinner, Tariq was already settled in bed, waiting for Hannah to come out of the bathroom and join him.

Walking out in just a bathrobe, she took off the bathroom light and moved to her side of the bed. Standing, she looked down at her fiancé, admiring the sleek muscles of his abdomen, loving how the sheets clung just above his manhood. She immediately felt herself becoming aroused.

"And that's why you're where you are now, horny bitch," she mumbled inaudibly.

Smiling up at Hannah, Tariq moved to reach for her, causing the sheets to fall lower. She shook her head at him, causing his smile to falter.

"What's wrong?" he enquired.

Biting her bottom lip, she turned and walked to the end of the bed, to retrieve her handbag off the ottoman. Bringing out a small nondescript white box, she walked back to the bed and sat down.

"We need to talk," she tucked a stray strand of her slightly damp hair behind her ear.

"O...kay," Tariq replied a bit apprehensively as he sat up. She had his undivided attention.

Taking a deep breath, she began, "I've spent the better part of the last two days trying to figure out how this conversation was going to go. We all know how blunt and to the point I can be, but I didn't want to just blurt this out, so I figured this would be the best way."

Hannah handed him the box that looked like a jewellery case. He noticed that she was not wearing her engagement ring and he immediately felt sick to his stomach.

"A-are you giving me back my ring?" he asked, his voice slightly panicked.

"What?" looking down at her hand she shook her head quickly, "No, never!"

Turning to the side, she opened the side table draw and retrieved her engagement ring. With a big smile she showed it to him, then placed it back on her finger.

"Tada! I took it off to wash my hair, sorry," she giggled.

Exhaling audibly, "Dammit woman, you all but gave me a heart attack!" Tariq exclaimed slightly more relaxed, though still confused by the box, he sat staring at it for a bit.

Growing impatient Hannah urged him on, "If you don't open it I will."

Moving his fingers over the lid of the box. He slowly opened the lid and saw that it was a key-ring. Staring up at him was a grainy black and white picture which bewildered him at first. Picking up the key-ring, he turned it around, the words written rendering him speechless.

Tariq turned the keyring back around to look at the photo again, then looked back at the writing once more. He did this a few times, silently mouthing the words 'I can't wait to meet you daddy' while Hannah watched him in silence. When he looked up at her, his glassy gaze was full of love.

"Are you really...?" he whispered as he moved closer to her, his free hand moving to touch her stomach.

Nodding, her own hand came to rest on top of his, "Yes, about four weeks or so."

"I'm going to be a father," he rested his forehead against hers then added, "thank you, you've made me the happiest man ever. I love you so much!"

"I love you too," she said before asking a bit shyly, "Are you sure you're okay with this? I mean, we only just got engaged."

Chuckling softly, "Am I okay with this? Are you kidding me? You're the only woman I've ever had unprotected sex with! I've been thinking about putting a baby in you since that night I took you on Mikayla and Damien's kitchen island."

"Of course you did..." Hannah's cheeks flamed as she playfully rolled her eyes at his words.

He bent his head to give her a passionate kiss before suddenly getting up from the bed, running out the bedroom. Tariq's firm and naked butt was all Hannah saw, disappearing momentarily before he walked back in. Proudly attaching the key-ring to his keys, he placed them on the side table before climbing back into the bed and quickly disrobed Hannah, leaving her naked body on display for him.

Dragging Hannah underneath his body, his hips settled between her now open legs as his eyes locked with hers. Using his right hand, he slowly ran his hand over her breasts, then rested it on her flat stomach.

"You're mine forever now. You know that, right?" he asked before his lips descended upon hers once more.

"Maybe..." she teased him as she batted her eyes at him and bit her lip.

Growling softly, he murmured, "You and that mouth of yours, I'll have you begging me before the night is over" before devouring her lips in another scorching kiss.

Her soft moans of protest were swallowed as his lips dominated hers. Hannah had always enjoyed Tariq's kisses; they had a strange power over her. As he pulled away, she pouted her dissatisfaction as she watched him move away to look at her body again.

Tariq placed a hand on the insides of each thigh and gently began to massage her. His fingers teasingly stroked in upward movements towards her crotch. Hannah moaned softly as he moved his hands away from her heated skin before touching his thumbs against her, playfully brushing against her lips.

"Fuck... you don't play fair," Hannah gasped softly.

Humming in response, his grin full of purpose as he replied, "Yet you're dripping already, you clearly love it..."

Running his thumb along her slit once more, he brought the finger up to his mouth, his eyes never leaving hers as he sucked on his finger.

"Bloody hell Tariq, don't tease me, please," she begged softly.

"Oh? Now you want to play nice?" he asked, his smile growing wider as his fingers began stroking her slowly once more, "Too late my dear, you're going to have to beg."

"Is this how you treat the mother of your unborn child?" she pouted, trying to use the baby as leverage.

His pupils dilated at her words; he could not believe that she was pregnant for him. As he looked at her, getting lost in her beauty, he contemplated going easy on her tonight. However, as he took in her pouted lips, he realised her game.

"Nice try," laughing softly he shook his head, "The mother of my unborn child needs to learn some patience."

Whimpering softly, Hannah spread her legs wider, her hands gripping the bedsheets tightly. She moved her hips towards him, trying to entice his fingers to enter her and relieve some of the tension that she felt. By her brazen behaviour, Tariq knew that she was close to losing her self-control.

It was part of their game sometimes, and he was convinced that she mouthed off to him on purpose lately just so that he could be extra rough with her. He was more than willing to oblige to his woman's needs.

He would tease her as promised and make her beg for relief. Sending a wink her way, he continued to brush his fingers across her heated flesh once more. Her hips continued to move desperately, wanting to feel him inside of her.

However, seeing her legs spread wide for him, her wetness glistening, was too much of a temptation for him to resist. Bending his head forward, he began kissing up her inner thigh. When he encountered her swollen centre, she moaned as she felt his tongue lick up and down her slit.

Tariq moved away from her once more, and his finger replaced his tongue, but he still did not penetrate as he traced around the entrance. Hannah's hips followed his movements, once again trying to tempt him to enter her. Her whimpers of frustration were heard once again as he removed his hand. The rhythm of her hips continued, even though he had stopped touching her.

He sat back, looking at her, momentarily getting lost in her movements. She looked like a goddess to him, his ring on her finger was the only thing that she wore. It made his eyes darken even more, Hannah was his and only his.

Placing his hands on the top of her legs, using his thumbs, he parted her swollen lips, exposing her weeping slit. Moving his head forward once again, he used his tongue to lick her slit, moving up towards her swollen clit. As he made contact with the hardened bundle of nerves, her hips violently jerked.

Tightening his hold on her legs to keep her anchored, he repeated the movement. His tongue bathed her clit with teasing yet loving strokes, driving her insane. Tariq took his time as his mouth feasted upon Hannah, her moans echoing around the room.

"Please, Tariq, please..." she begged as her hands unclasped from the sheets so that her fingers could tunnel in his hair.

Grinning against her flesh, he continued to tease her mercilessly, bringing her to the brink of orgasm before slowing down. He did this over and over, enjoying her cries of pleasure. Her body was taunt and tense as his movements continued to tease her.

"You win, you win! Shit... Fuck me please!" her voice strained from all the screaming.

Kissing her heated flesh one last time, his hazel eyes found her blue gaze staring down pleadingly at him. Their eyes both holding a look of intense hunger as they stared at each other.

"Don't you want to cum on my tongue?" he asked with a small grin.

Shaking her head, she tugged at him and he allowed her to pull him up. He teasingly rubbed his hardened length against her wetness.

"What do you want Hannah?" Tariq questioned, his eyes piercing hers.

Moaning softly as she humped against him, her nails frantically scraping his back, "You, inside me, please! Fuck me hard!"

The rumbling sound that Tariq made was a cross between a growl and a tortured groan as he took his manhood and moved it up and down Hannah's slit. Placing his swollen head at her entrance, their gaze remaining locked as he slowly inserted himself into her.

The sensation caused them to simultaneously moan. He teased them both for a little while before he stopped moving and pulled out.

At her puzzled expression he smiled as he got on his knees, "You said that you wanted it hard..."

Spreading her legs wide, he moved a few pillows under her. He did this until her hips were in line with his erection. She moved her legs to slide her ankles by his neck. In this position, Tariq was able to give her the kind of deep penetration that she craved.

With her hips lifted towards him, he sank back into her fully. Even though they both were not expecting Hannah to get pregnant, they were both well-informed adults and knew that having passionate sex would not hurt their baby. As a result, Tariq was going to fuck his fiancée's brains out.

Feeling him stretch her fully, her eyes rolled back into her head as the sensation of his thrusts washed over her. She moved her hands to her breasts and started massaging them. She had noticed that her breasts had a been slightly more tender lately, but she had attributed it to her oncoming period. Her nipples itched deliciously and so she pinched them hard, almost painfully.

The sight of Hannah pleasuring herself as her hands massaged her breasts turned Tariq on even more. His fingers on her hips tightened; they would leave faint marks. Bruises that they would both later enjoy seeing on her smooth skin. As her voice urged him on, he moved his hips in a powerful rhythm as he continued to pound himself in and out of her. The exquisite feeling of her was something that he would never be able to get over, she had ruined him for any other woman.

Hannah could feel her orgasm building, so she moved her hands to grab at Tariq's ass. Pulling him even tighter against her, so that she could grind her clit against his groin. Knowing what she needed, he slowed his pace and moved in time with her as they stared into each other's eyes.

Their gazes held the love and lust that they had for one another. Hannah's inner muscles continued to ripple against Tariq's hardened length, the stimulation against her clit bringing her to a roaring orgasm that had her throwing her head back and screaming her release. At this, Tariq resumed his powerful thrusts as he joined her in his own climax.

It was in this moment; he saw his future solidified with hers. A beautiful home, filled with their children. Looking down at her beautiful face, he knew that he would never be happy without her.

Panting, they both laid next to each other with matching smiles on their faces. Hannah moved herself so that she could rest her head on Tariq's chest as he put his arm around her, pulling her tightly against him. They rested in peaceful silence until their breathing evened out.

"How's Mikayla feeling about all of this?" Tariq asked softly.

The care and concern that he showed towards her best friend made her heart flutter. He was always so thoughtful of those around him. With a smile, she described the last few days to him, starting with when they had taken the tests in the bathroom, and how Mikayla had been at her side every step of the way.

"I want her to have a baby too," Hannah sighed softly.

"Don't worry, she will soon. I have a good feeling about it. Damien has been putting in some extra hours," he said with a grin.

"His poor penis," she replied with a laugh.

"As a man, I can tell you, we don't mind, we gladly suffer through the delicious agony," he laughed softly.

Hannah's eyes opened widely, "I knew it! I told Mikayla you guys shared your sexual exploits!"

"What can I say, sharing tips leads to better sex for everyone! Besides I know that you two do the same," Tariq stated as he pulled her in for a kiss.