I slowly make my way into the kitchen, the smell and sound of bacon sizzling, causing my stomach to rumble.

Tiptoeing towards the island, I take a seat watching the master at work. Soft, upbeat music plays from the phone a few inches from me and I place my chin on my intertwined hands, enjoying the view before me.

The sunlight brightens the room, making everything look yellower, making the man before me almost look golden.

Johnattan flips the pancake in the frying pan swiftly before moving to another pot, stirring its contents. His muscles clench deliciously as he moves and I swear drool is trailing down my jaw by now. He manages to man three pots at once all while moving his body to Candy Shop by 50 cents which plays from his phone.

"I'll take you the candy shop," he sings as he flexes his hips suggestively forward, his sexy as fuck ass clenching in his tight fitting Calvin Klein underpants.

My jaw slackens almost falling to the ground as my skin heats up and my gut clenches as ripples of want pass through me. I watch him rock his hips and the hair on my skin rises as I imagine him doing that inside of me.

"I'll let you pick a lollipop," he moves his body as well as Channing Tatum in Magic Mike and I find myself fan-girling as my man gives me the most arousing private show at eight o' clock in the morning.

He rocks his shoulders, his muscles clenching and I smile as I watch Johnattan get into his groove, looking happy and carefree.

As he turns around a pot in hand, he jumps in fright after noticing me staring almost in a trance and I stifle a laugh as he rests his free hand against his naked, toned chest.

"You scared me," he says as he looks down at me and I grin, licking my lips.

"You arouse me," I state with an appreciative gaze as my eyes give him a look over and he smirks before making his way towards the two plates on my left.

"Good morning babe," he says as he sorts a generous amount of scrambled eggs in the plates.

"Good morning lover," I reply as I watch him work his way around the kitchen, sharing our breakfast.

"Couldn't you have stayed asleep a little longer? I wanted to give you breakfast in bed."

"And miss that show?" I ask with a smirk. "No way, watching that tight ass of your flex was worth missing breakfast in bed."

He grins, placing a plate in front and beside me with a glass of orange juice before slipping onto the stool next to me. "Well, if you want to see that, I'll ensure a mirror is present the next time I'm buried in you. That way you'll see everything."

He leans towards me, placing a kiss on my lips and I smile deepening it as I slip my fingers into his hair.

"I'd love to take you up on that Blake," I reply, pushing him away. "But right now this food looks more delicious than you."

He feigns hurt as I ignore him, stuffing my face with eggs and after chewing and swallowing I kiss his cheek apologetically.

"I'm joking babe; you know I find you really appetizing."

He shrugs me off with a 'yeah, yeah' and I return my attention to my plate, moaning as the taste makes my body sing.

"This is so good," I say as I cut a piece of the blueberry pancake, drowning it in maple syrup and shoving it in my mouth.

"Shoot!" I mutter as syrups drips from my lips down to my cleavage – that is barely covered by Johnattan's big, V-neck T-shirt.

I move to swipe it off with my finger when I feel Johnattan's hand take hold of mine. I gaze up at him, his playful eyes catching my attention and my lips lift into a smile. The suggestive look in those eyes makes me giddy and I tilt my head to the side giving him a sultry gaze.

"Don't do that, sweetheart," he says as he moves closer to me so that his tongue may lick my lips clean of the syrup and I shiver in delight.

"Let me," Johnattan says sweetly, looking me dead in the eyes and before I can utter a word his head dips and his hot, moist tongue darts out against my skin.

"Mhmm," I moan as he licks the sticky substance from my breasts and my fingers tangle in his mess of dark hair holding him in place as I relish in feel of his tongue on me.

His tongue dips into my bosom and I release a breathy moan as his palm reaches up to cup my heavy breasts. I pull him closer feeling my need for him soak my thighs, my musky scent coating the room.

"Oh fuck, you smell so addicting," he grunts out and I release a pant as my chest heaves and Johnattan groans against my skin sending vibrations through me as his lips continue to worship my breasts.

He palms my moulds, causing my nipples to stiffen to defined points beneath his top and he takes advantage of my body's reaction, latching his teeth onto my nipple, tugging firmly.

A sharp cry escapes my lips enticing a smile from him and I moan as his hands slowly skim my sides moving lower and lower. In one quick move, he lifts me up, clearing the counter before placing me on the island top.

He releases my nipple, rising up to cup my face before planting the sweetest kisses on my lips and I giggle leaning into them. The lightness and happiness I feel when kissing him makes me giddy and my body gets high on it. His touches, kisses and soothing words are like drugs to me and like the addict I am, I can't help but love them.

My hands grip his arms, my nails sinking into his biceps that clench as he gropes my ass. He places one ass cheek in each hand, reaching under my underwear to stroke me with his pinky fingers and I groan into the kiss. He pulls away trailing kisses across my jaw and down my neck earning gasps and pants from me as he sucks on my skin probably leaving love bites behind. He nozzles the marks he makes and I giggle as his hot breath tickles me neck.

"I'm sorry," he softly whispers against my neck, pulling me from giddy land and I gently remove my hands from his biceps, trailing them up to his neck.

Slowly, I pull his face away from my neck so I can see him and as he opens his eyes the apologetic look in them becomes as clear as day. "I'm sorry about last night, Christi. You shouldn't have gone through that. Watching him do that to you last night made me so mad and watching you toss and turn last night just made me feel pathetic. I couldn't even protect you from my own father, how can I protect you from the horrors to come in the next two days?"

"Johnattan, it's not your fault so you don't need to apologize," I say, kissing the inside of his wrist as my eyes flutter close briefly. "Your dad was just doing what he thought was right. It may have been in the most despicable way but I guess in his own twisted way he was protecting you."

"That still doesn't give him the right to–" I place my finger over his lips and he stops speaking.

"I said it's okay. It's harder to fight against your family than to fight against a stranger and to know that you stood up for me, calling your dad out on his shit really means a lot. I'm not afraid of meeting them in the next two days because I know you'll be there to keep me save and in that I have no doubt," I smile as I rub my thumb against his soft, swollen lips and his eyes glimmer with so much affection it nearly suffocates me.

"I love you so fucking much baby." Johnattan confesses, crashing his lips with mine and I chuckle as our lips now hover millimetres away from each other's.

"I love you to the moon and back, Johnny." I say, rubbing our noses together before trailing my thumb over his lips provokingly. "Now, enough talking. You're going to either put me down so we can eat our breakfasts or you can finish what you've started."

He grins, taking my thumb between his lips while his hands move to massage my thighs, sending warmth to my core and I feel the wetness between them increase.

"How about we combine the two?" Johnattan suggests as he leans forward to kiss me again before I even have the chance to question him.

His hands lift his T-shirt over my head slowly and his appreciative gaze take in my bare breasts and pink panties. His gaze ravishes my body and at that moment I feel beautiful, priceless and like a piece of fine art being praised by his intense eyes.

Johnattan reaches out to grab the pancake syrup from beside me and I bite my lip seductively as he slowly squeezes the cold, sticky substance all over my chest. The coldness of the liquid causes my body to shiver as it drips down my stomach all the way down to coat the front of my underwear. He stands back, syrup in hand accessing his handy work and as his eyes hold mine he places his thumb between his lips sucking the syrup off it.

My thighs clench together as my pussy pulses and he eyes the movement slowly making his way towards me. Soon, I feel his hand in my hair, pulling my head backwards almost roughly and a throaty moan escapes my lips as he starts his teasing by lapping, sucking and nibbling the skin on my neck, sending blissful tingles through my body.

"Now, this is the most nutritious way start off your day," he says as he begins to lick the syrup off my heaving chest and I can't help but agree as he licks my body into oblivion.

***

"Ah, there they are," the doctor says with a rich British accent and Johnattan grips my hand tightly as he stares at the screen entranced.

We are currently in a GYN's office getting a proper pregnancy check-up. Johnattan had pulled a few strings to get us this appointment and thankfully we were able to get it for one o' clock today.

Shan and Dimitri are too busy exploring the city, taking in the decor and indulging themselves in the various attractions here, so we're on our own.

"They appear to be healthy and the right size for this phase of the pregnancy," she says as I stare at a more recognisable image of the babies in my stomach.

The white blobs are more defined than last time and you can actually see them curled up in there looking all comfy.

It's still a wonder to see them on the screen moving or lying around and I believe Johnattan feels the same because he hasn't taken his eyes off them since they've popped up on that screen.

"They're so small," I hear him mutter from above me and I look up to see his face stricken with wonder, causing my smile to widen.

"Yeah they are," I whisper giving his hand a gentle squeeze. "And they're ours."

He looks at me with glossy eyes and my heart flutters as I look up at my Adonis of a man. "They're our babies..."

"Ours," I smile, nodding my head and he stoops down to plant a kiss on my lips while caressing the side of my large stomach, affectionately.

Knowing Johnattan is as happy about the babies as I am warms me. After all that crap I went through with my dad, it's nice to have someone finally share my wants on the topic. Someone who wants them as much as I do.

"So happy couple, would you like to know they're genders?" Dr Scott asks us with a smile, interrupting our make out session and we pull away from our kiss.

"No, I would like it to be a surprise. How about you, lover?" I ask, tilting my head.

"I'm good with what you choose, baby," he states and I giggle as he kisses my cheek.

"Well, okay." Dr Scott replies as she stares at us with adoration. "Would you however, like an Ultrasound picture of the twins?"

"Yes," we both answer instantaneously and the doctor chuckles, commenting on how cute we are before carrying on with her check-up.

A few minutes later I'm allowed to pull down my top and sit up in the chair as I listen to the GYN as she advises us about begin extra careful in the next few months of my pregnancy.

"Some sexual behaviours aren't safe for any pregnant woman to take part in at certain stages or all stages of their pregnancy," she states and we nod. "For example, if you have oral sex, your partner should not blow air into your vagina. Blowing air can cause an air embolism, i.e., a blockage of a blood vessel by an air bubble, which can be potentially fatal for mother and child."

My cheeks burn a little as she says this and Johnattan replies shamelessly with a 'noted'. I nudge him and he chuckles, giving me an apologetic smile.

"Secondly, you should not have sex with a partner whose sexual history is unknown to you, diseases may be passed to your baby, with potentially dangerous results."

"All clean here," Johnattan states and the doctor nods.

"Also, I'd recommend avoiding anal sex during pregnancy."

"W-We don't do that," I state a little too quickly, a bit uncomfortable and Johnattan leans close to my ear.

"And whose fault is that?" Johnattan mutters and my eyes widen in shock.

"Johnattan!" I scold, punching him and he laughs fighting me off. The audacity of this man!

"I was just playing, Christi," he grins and I huff.

"Well it wasn't funny," I say crossing my arms. He kisses my cheek and I huff like a perplexed child, pushing his face away from mine. Freak.

"Please continue doctor," he says to an amused Dr Scott and I roll my eyes with a huff.

"Um, okay.... Significant complications can happen with your pregnancy; in such cases I normally advise against sexual intercourse. You don't seem to be at risk but I prefer you both thread lightly from here on."

We nod.

"Okay, now I have some questions for you. First one, do you have any history of miscarriage in your family?"

"No," I say shaking my head. "But my mother had problems conceiving."

"I see," she says scribbling something down on her clipboard. "Any history of pre-term labour, like you've previously delivered a baby before 37 weeks or signs indicating the risk of pre-term labour (such as premature uterine contractions)?"

"No, but I've had an abortion before," I reply, wringing my fingers and Johnattan places his arm around me comfortingly.

Again, she scribbles.

"Any unexplained vaginal bleeding, discharge, or cramping? Leakage of amniotic fluid? That's the fluid that surrounds the baby."

"No and no."

"Have you been diagnosed with an incompetent cervix? This is basically a condition in which the cervix is weakened and dilates prematurely, raising the risk for miscarriage or premature delivery."

"I'm not too sure," I say lowly as dreads fills me. "After that abort my cervix was a mess. They had told me I wouldn't be able to have a baby again. So it may be a possibility."

It hadn't even crossed my mind that my diagnosis of infertility by cervical issues could have caused any problems during my pregnancy. I was just so happy to be able to carrying them that my mind didn't even register the dangers of me miscarrying or having a premature delivery. Hearing Dr Scott say that literally had stun me, here I am mostly worrying about being a bad mother when my babies may not even make it.

Johnattan notices my expression and tightens his arms around me, rubbing my back soothingly but as I look up at him I notice him worrying as well. The possibility had slipped us both.

"Um, well I'll look into your medical history and run a few tests to get a better grasp on the situation. Many times, women with multiple foetuses have delivered prematurely and still have healthy babies. I'm sure you'll be okay and your babies will be just fine," she says soothingly after noticing my worry stricken face and I give her a feeble smile.

"I hope so," I say looking up at Johnattan and he smiles, kissing my forehead.

"It'll be okay," he reassures me and with that we wrap up the check-up and start a few tests.

***

Slipping my top over my head, I stand and look at myself in the full length mirror.

My hands run from my wild, vanilla-chocolate curls to my puffier face that looks almost blotchy and red. They then move to my larger breasts, taking each in one hand, feeling how heavy they've become. I reach around, freeing my breasts from the confinement of my bra and my eyes study them noticing the little changes. My nipples are bigger and thicker, my areolas are darker and wider and my breasts are covered in dark freckles here and there.

My hands glide over my stomach and I look at and feel its firmness. My skin is taut there, my navel- which is an innie– is slightly protruding from my stomach and as I take in the size I can just imagine the stretch marks I'll receive. They'll be worth it though.

I notice and feel movement from the side of my stomach and giggle as one of my babies kicks. Soon, a few more bumps rise and fall all over my stomach and I can't help, smiling as I stare down at my babies.

I close my eyes, hand on my stomach and I fight back tears as they threaten to fall. "Please lord let them be okay. No matter what it comes to, if it's me or them please ensure they survive."

Arms suddenly wrap around me and my eyes snap open to meet Johnattan's which stare back at me through the mirror. His eyes are hard, sharp and I bite my lip nervously as he looks at me. Johnattan had never looked at me this way before, not since that night I told him I didn't love him at the Villa.

"Don't say that," he says, his jaw clenched. "Don't ever say that again. You will be okay; they will be okay. Don't even think that one of you won't make it. You're strong Christina and if they're anything like you they're fucking strong too and they'll fight to make it. Don't think about the what-ifs, fight for them, pray and believe everything will be fine. Just please don't... I won't lose them and I can't lose you."

His hand cradles my stomach, pulling me to his chest as he says this and my eyes sting as I look at us in the mirror. He's as distraught as I am, the pain in his eyes causes my heart to clench painfully and one by one the tears fall on my cheeks.

"Johnattan..." I croak and he swiftly spins me so my face is buried in his naked chest.

"I-I don't want to lose them... I c-can't," I cry as my chest heaves violently. "It'll break me... I can't! I don't w-want to have to choose b-but if comes to it... I won't lose them."

I pull away to look up at him as I say this and my lip trembles as I meet his tearful gaze. He reaches up to caress my face and I lean into it tightening my hold on him.

"It'll be okay," he says repeatedly and I feel like he's trying to make himself believe it more than me.

I smile, kissing his palm as I repeat the same words, calming the storms brewing in his eyes. I need to be strong for us. All four of us.

"We'll be okay."

****

Yes, we will.

And I hope you will too.

Thoughts?