The morning just got up, Hayden is still asleep when she feels Oliver drop some kisses in her neck. He wraps his arms around her and sticks his chest against her back. She feels one of his hands resting on her belly and caressing it gently. She smiles and inspires slowly.

A few months have passed and she is now in her fifth month of pregnancy. She had a visit to the doctor a week ago and everything is fine. They can't yet determine the sex of the baby, she will know it only at birth.

"She didn't give too many shots that night?" Oliver asks, his hot breath caressing her skin. Obviously he is still persuaded that it's a girl.

"No, not too much," she replies, laying her hand on Oliver's. But at that very moment, she may feel a little squeeze at the spot where Oliver's hand lay.

Hayden turns to face him, she puts a hand on his cheek and she kisses him passionately. Kisses hungry. She runs her hands through his black hair and moans as he kisses her neck and gently bites her skin.

"I want you, right now," Hayden moaned. She can already feel Oliver's erection grow up against her belly.

Oliver comes over her, and she spreads her legs so that he fits at best on her. He kisses her in the neck and then kisses her skin as he reaches her breasts. He takes a nipple in his mouth and sucks it slowly, causing a thrill of pleasure that goes straight down between her legs.

She caresses his hair, he kisses her breasts with ardor and slides his hands along her hips and then to her buttocks. He goes up to her face and kisses her languorously.

She wraps her legs around his hips and he enters her with a simple hip. Hayden clings to his neck and moans in his ear as he accelerates the motion, groaning in her neck.

"Oh, wait," Hayden moaned. She knows that Oliver doesn't dare go too hard because of her belly that is starting to take up a lot of space.

She pushes Oliver gently on the side, he falls on his back in the bed and she rides astride him. She slides slowly on his cock and she rides him with ardor, her hands resting on his chest and head bent back, moaning his name as she let the pleasure invade her.

Oliver admires her, his eyes full of desire and pleasure, bouncing on his cock, her breasts swinging with every little jump she makes. He slides his hand on her breasts and then towards her neck.

He straightened up to take her in his arms and kiss her, her breasts against his chest. He kisses her neck, her breasts, sucks a nipple. She sticks her fingernails into the sensitive skin of his shoulders as she moans louder. His hands go down on her ass to help her to move while she is about to have an orgasm.

"That's it, sweetheart, let you go..." groaned Oliver. He feels he is about to come too.

Hayden feels an incredibly powerful pleasure of invading her and she totally loses control of the situation as a powerful orgasm, one of the strongest she has ever had, traces her body.

She tightens Oliver against her as she comes, she moans incoherent words, eyes closed. The orgasm is so powerful that she feels herself slowly vanish. Oliver whispers naughty words in her ear, holding her firmly in his arms while she is in total ecstasy.

She hears him groaning in her neck, biting her skin slightly as she feels a hot liquid spilling inside her. He lets out a rattle of pleasure, savoring his own orgasm. She can feel his heart pounding, her breasts against his chest. Oliver plunges his head into her neck, resuming his breath.

"Oh, Hayden, I love you so much..." whispers Oliver between two breaths. He kisses her tenderly, running a hand through her hair.

"My baby," Hayden said breathlessly, stroking his cheek with a smile.

They kiss passionately and Oliver drops in the bed slowly, dragging her with him.

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A little later in the morning, Hayden joins Oliver in the kitchen. She goes through the door, he drinks his coffee while reading the newspaper, dressed in one of his fine costumes to go to work.

She feels a delicious smell of food, which awakens her appetite. She sees a plate trimmed with an omelet and bacon, with a glass of orange juice next to it. She smiles and heads for Oliver, she hugs him from behind.

"Did you prepare this just for me?" She asks, cheerfully.

Oliver looks up from his newspaper and turns to her, laying a kiss on her lips. He puts a hand on her belly and smiles, placing a lock of hair behind her ear.

"Yes, you have to eat well, for you and the baby," he answers.

"Did I tell you that you are the most devoted husband?" She asks in a teasing tone. She plans to use a coffee but Oliver takes the cup off her hands.

"No, no more caffeine, it's bad for the baby," he said smiling. He handed her the glass of orange juice.

"Okay, Dr. Thredson," Hayden answers, raising her glass of orange juice toward him before taking a sip.

"I don't do this to bother you," Oliver continues, approaching her, placing a hand on her cheek.

"I know,"

"I want the best for you and the baby," He drops a kiss on her lips.

"You know what I'd like, right now?" She asks. She slides a hand toward his crotch.

"Again?"

"You know what it is, the desires of pregnant women..." she answers. She can feel a bump forming under her hand through his pants.

"I would have liked to satisfy you, sweeheart, but I have to go to work," he said, passing a hand to her buttocks. "Don't make me regret having to leave."

"I know, baby, I tease you,"

Oliver kisses her and leaves the kitchen, she follows him. He takes his trench coat on the couch and puts it on, then his glasses.

"Well, anyway, I wouldn't have said no if you had fucked me in the kitchen," she said with a wicked look. And she sees at this moment in his gaze that he tries to control himself.

"Oh, Hayden, please," he said with a look full of desire. She knows very well that he would have already jumped on her if he didn't have to go to work. "I'll take care of you as it should be, tonight."

Hayden walks up to him and kisses him passionately. She doesn't like the moments when he has to leave her to go to work. She feels empty without him at her side.

"Tonight, sweetheart, be wise," he said, raising a naughty eyebrow and looking at her with love before heading toward the front door and slamming behind him.

"Promised," Hayden whispers to herself. The room suddenly seems empty without him.

Hayden decides to go take a shower. She goes into the bathroom and removes her nightie. She wraps a white towel around her body and she is washing her teeth.

As she prepares to enter the shower, she hears the door slammed shut. Oliver must have forgotten something. She runs into the living room to make him a last kiss before he leaves.

"Did you forget something, baby?" She asks, running towards the living room like a little girl happy to see her dad come home.

"Indeed,"

But that's not Oliver's voice.

Hayden arrives in the living room and her greatest fear come true before her eyes. A tall man, brown-haired, blue-eyed, wearing a black suede trench coat stands in front of the front door, a big smile on his lips.

"Harrison," she whispers, slowly moving away from him. She holds the towel tightly wrapped around her body, lest she fall and reveal her nakedness under his eyes.

"Oh, maybe it was not me you were expecting?" He asks, moving slowly, a grinning smile on his lips.

"Where's Oliver? Did you hurt him?" She asks, always backing away, trying to put a maximum distance between them.

"No, he's just going to work,"

He advances towards her, slowly but surely, and she can see a mad look in his eyes. He smiled, his eyes fixed on her.

"I warned you we'd meet again, Hayden."