"I was um...just about to go have some coffee in the guesthouse  Do you want to come, Trace?"

It's weird.  I'm just realizing that I've never spent any one on one time with Melanie before.  I think it could be interesting.  Maybe I could get to know a little bit more about her.  Besides the fact that she's started to get a little serious with my best friend, and she can make a really good lunch, I know next to nothing about the girl.  I smile a little.  "If you want to spend time with me, sure."

"You look like you could use some cheering up.  Just wait a second so I can put Brennan in her crate." She smiles, and disappears from the doorway for a few moments, giving me enough time to perk myself up so I don't look so damn miserable in front of her.  

She's back a minute later with a bag of gourmet coffee in her hands, and I laugh when I see the label, knowing that it's Justin's favorite roast.  "Stealing Justin's coffee could get you fired, you know."

She laughs as we start to walk across the yard together.  "He knows better than to get nasty about his coffee supply with me.  I'm the one who treks to the store to get it, so I don't really care."

I follow her inside the guest house, realizing that I haven't been in it for a really long time.  When Justin first bought the place, he designated it to me, and I designed it just like I would have done to my own place.  Then I got engaged, and Elisha and I got a place.  I guess that's when Lynn stepped in and refurbished it to look like some classic victorian era thing.  It's okay.  Shiny wood floors and furniture don't really excite me, but it doesn't look terrible.  Melanie doesn't seem to mind it either, so I guess it's cool.  "It looks a lot different from when I used to live in here," I tell her as I plop down on the couch.

"Lynn said she took a few months and gutted the place, before I came here," she calls to me from the kitchen.  "She said she didn't want me to have to live in a bachelor's pad, because that's what it was.  I didn't really get it, but now that I know you, I do," she laughs.

"It was cool looking," I defend, remembering the looks of disapproval Lynn gave me right after we invited her over to see the house after Justin and I had finished furnishing it.  "Lynn always hated it, I think it was too masculine for her.  But she said she wasn't the one that had to live in it, so she didn't care."

Melanie reemerges from the kitchen a moment later with the coffee set up on a tray for us.  It's one of those fancy little coffee sets with the ceramic coffee pot and matching cups and saucers.  She's so funny this way.  No other girl Justin's known has been so proper and fancy.  I just don't get it.  Where did she come from?  Of course I won't ask her.  I mean, I find it kind of cute that she goes to all this trouble just for the two of us all the time.  It's endearing.  I wish my own girlfriend could be this way sometimes.  But Tarin is too with the times, just like I am.  I find myself frowning again just thinking about her, and I realize that Melanie has now caught onto my mood because she's looking at me like she knows something is wrong.

It suddenly hits me that she still hasn't confronted me about the night I made Justin sign that contract.  Talking about that situation with her is the last thing I need right now, and I suddenly search my mind for some kind of an excuse to leave.  "Um..."

"Come on, spit it out," Melanie says as she starts to pour the coffee for us.  "I can tell something is wrong with you, Trace.  You don't look so good."

I could take my chance and run away from her, but I know I would look like a complete asshole for doing it.  Melanie isn't scary, or intimidating.  She's a friend, and I've actually been happy calling her that.  I shouldn't be shutting her out, because if I do that will mean I only want to be her friend because she's Justin's girl.  It's not true.  I feel like if it hadn't been for the other night I'd be completely open to talking to her about everything right now.  But I just feel like she knows how much of an asshole I've been, and if I say anything she'll only roll her eyes and tell me exactly what she thinks of me.  Maybe I'm over thinking this though.  I know Melanie's moods pretty well, and if she's pissed off she usually comes right out and says it.  Sure, I probably confused her the other night but she's most likely over it by now.  Hell, it would feel good to tell her what's going on with me.  She's level headed enough that she might actually give me some good advice.  "Tarin's pregnant," I blurt out as Melanie hands me a cup of coffee.

She places the coffee pot down a little bit too hard, causing the rest of the glass pieces on the tray to rattle slightly.  Then she stares at me for a moment or two, not looking as confused or shocked as I thought she'd be.  "So, she finally told you?," she whispers to me several moments later. 

My mouth hangs open a little bit, and I find myself becoming slightly angry that Tarin would have told Melanie something so important before telling me.  I thought our relationship was stronger than that.  That she could come to me with any sort of issue and we would work it out together.  Am I really that intimidating? Did I scare Tarin into believing she can't talk to me without repercussions?  I feel worse than I have all day, and now I want to go home and tell Tarin that she's probably right..,that neither of us are ready for a commitment this big, and we shouldn't bring a kid into the world.  "How long have you--"

"I found out the day we went to the mall, after you and Justin got drunk," she interrupts me quickly.  "I wish she would have told you first, but...I guess she was scared, Trace."

I put my head in my hands, finally letting the entire situation take its toll on my emotions.   "What am I gonna do, Melanie?" I ask her pathetically, as I feel a few hot tears make their way down my face.

"Trace."

Her hand is on my shoulder, rubbing it soothingly so I'll be comforted.  It causes me to look up at her, and I manage to clear my tears away before she can condemn me for acting like a pussy in front of her.  "Sorry," I whisper.  "She just sprung all this on me, and I just...don't know what to do."

"Do you want me to go wake Justin so you guys can talk?"

I'm sure she would love to be able to pass the whole issue onto Justin right now, because hell...despite the fact that we're friends, she hasn't known me for all that long, and she doesn't know my entire story.  She's probably really uncomfortable right now, and I feel selfish for sitting here and crying about how confused I am when it's not really her problem.  I came here to talk to Justin, but he's indisposed and maybe....maybe that's a sign that today isn't the best time to tell him about the situation anyway. I take a sip of coffee and force a smile for her as I get up from the couch.  "No." I shake my head roughly.  "Now that I think about it, I don't really want to worry him about this yet.  He's got a lot on his plate, and I can talk to him about it after the interview happens.  You can tell him I stopped by though, and I'll talk to him tomorrow or something."

"Are you sure you're going to be okay to help with this interview?" she asks me before I can walk away.  "You look...sick.  Maybe you need to just take this time for you and Tarin, and let somebody else handle it."

I smile a little, knowing that she knows me, but has a lot to learn about me still.  I've gone to events with Justin running on a hundred and two temperature, simply because I knew if someone else had "handled" things, Justin would have been a wreck by the end of it. I've learned how to suck things up, smile for people and tell them I'm perfectly fine.  In this business it's how you have to act, even though Melanie could never understand that.  "I can suck it up," I reassure her.  "I have in the past."

"You have, Trace?" She raises an eyebrow as she shoots me a doubtful look.  "This isn't a hangover, you know.  You're going to be a Dad.  There are more important things besides Justin's career."

I sigh heavily, not being able to look at her because she just made a huge impact on me.  "Please don't say it like that," I groan.

"It's kind of cool if you think about it," she continues, brightly.  "Of course it's scary, but it really is a cool thing to be able to experience.  It's not like you and Tarin had a random fling. I know you love each other, and you're not stupid eighteen year old kids who can't think straight.  You're both capable and mature enough to handle the situation, Trace."

I stare at her for awhile.  What she's saying to me should be making me feel better about what's happening, it should lift me up...but it's not.  She thinks I have it all together, just like everybody else does.  Trace the sane one, that's supposed to be me.  ‘Don't worry about Justin, Trace will handle it'   That's been my life for entirely too long, and yeah...I guess I am a lot more together than Justin is right now, but I know I'm not as strong as people perceive me to be.  I wish I could tell Mel she's got it all wrong about me.  That I'm fucked up.  That a year ago I was about to plan my wedding, and now I can't even explain why I let my engagement fall apart so fast.  That I'm betraying Justin behind his back as we speak, and that I can't go a day without wondering if Kerri is going to be okay.  I can't talk to my mother...my own mother, about anything.  But yeah, I'm real mature.  I can help Tarin pop out a kid and be completely awesome as a father.  Just like my father has always been...

I'm not going to think about him right now.

"I'm sorry." Melanie lets out a sad laugh when I don't say anything, and shakes her head a little.  "I shouldn't even be giving you my opinion.  It's really none of my business, anyway."

"You know, I was so close to getting married about a year ago," I let out a bitter laugh and suck in my bottom lip, confused as to why I'm even telling her about it.  "We'd been together for years, you know?  Then everything happened with Justin and...I couldn't hold it together.  She left me.  If I couldn't manage to hold together that relationship, how the hell am I supposed to have a kid with Tarin?  I'm selfish, Mel."  I pound my fist on my thigh angrily.  "I just don't think I can do it."

"Maybe you are selfish," she tells me.  "But everyone is at one point or another.  I know you, and you're nothing like my mother so I'm positive that you'll be a great parent."

It's something she's never brought up with me before...her family, and I'm a little grateful that she's started to open up to me some more.  Justin's mentioned that he didn't know much about her family, but didn't think she had any.  I've felt bad for her because of that, and it's made me think about my own family a lot more and how much I miss them.  In fact, it's one of the biggest reasons I keep going to lunch with my sister every week, and how...until now, I was determined to get things back on track with my mom in a couple of weeks.  But now...god, I don't even know what's going to happen.  When I tell her about this, and when she meets Tarin, I don't even know how she's going to take the news.  I doubt it will be very pleasant.  My mom is hot headed, kind of like I can be at times when you get me going.  I don't want to face it.  But I don't have much of a choice.  I can't keep the pregnancy a secret, if I even tried to, my entire family would murder me in my sleep.

"Justin, he um, said he didn't think you had much family," I tell her, hoping she won't get agitated that I know.

She just shrugs.  "I have a mom. My dad left when my mom got pregnant with me, so I'm biased.  If you walk out on Tarin though, just know that I've taken four years of self defense.  I can kill you with a single move if I have to."

She smiles at me playfully now, and I know she's not mad that I knew, which is nice.  It means she's comfortable, really comfortable around me now, and it makes me glad that I talked to her about this.  She's calmed me down a lot from the time I left Tarin at my place.  "Seriously?" I chuckle.

"Ask Justin about our Tae Bo session," she tells me, trying to keep her voice serious, but fails when a smile breaks out on her face.

Justin told me all about that one.  How she pinned him down on the floor and how it got his dick all in bunches and shit.  I told him he needed to fuck her that day and he blew it off, telling me I was crazy.  He probably never thought he'd be a the point he is now with Mel, but I'm glad he is.  I really hope that Justin doesn't decide to be a fucking idiot again, because I know he'll never find another girl like her no matter how hard he tries.  "Oh yeah, you pinned him down right?" I laugh.

She crosses her arms and smirks proudly.  "Maybe I did.  But you're changing the subject now.  I just want you to know that I'm not trying to force you into a decision about this.  In the end, it's up to the two of you.  Just know, that you'd make a great dad, Trace.  I know it won't be easy, and yeah your life is going to change a hell of a lot, but I think you'd be awesome at it."  She nods.  "Even though you look scared shitless right now, I think you know I'm right too.  I think you know that Tarin needs you right now because she's not just terrified of being a mom, she's terrified of losing you."

Mel is absolutely right about everything.  Like I said, I don't know where the hell she came from, but I'm thankful for her.  I don't even think Justin could have made me feel this confident about the situation, and that's saying a lot.  There's only one other person that I'd ever been able to get this kind of advice from in the past, and...I can't even get it out of her anymore.  Kerri isn't like that now.  I can't call her up at two in the morning to tell her I just bought a diamond for my girlfriend, and ask her if I'm crazy.  She's too fucked up to be that friend to me anymore, and...I feel like Melanie is sort of replacing that hole in my heart I've been trying desperately to fill in for months.  I could see her becoming my best friend, the third part of the trio that's been lost for almost four years now.  I find myself pulling her up from the couch and into a hug.  When she returns my embrace, I start to think that I'm right about all of it.  That I don't need Kerri as much as I think, because I have Mel, Justin, and Tarin...

If she's still home when I get back there anyway.  

They're my real friends now.  My life has changed, and if I need to exclude Kerri from the four of us to be happy, I guess that's what I'm going to have to do.  Of course I'll always be her friend, but on a separate level.  But I'm happy about it, and that's all that really matters in the end.

"Thank you." I tell her with a soft smile when we pull away from each other again.  "Seriously, Mel, you could be my therapist.  I thought I was going to die when I came here, and now you've put everything into this entire new perspective for me."

"Not so fast," she giggles.  "You still need to sort out things with Tarin, and talk to your best friend too, you know?"

"I know." I laugh, knowing that I've started to get carried away but not really caring either.  "You're just...really important to me as a friend, now.  I hope you know that.  If you ever need me for anything, just ask."
 
"You're sweet," she smiles at me.  "Actually, getting back on the subject of your old bachelor's pad, I found something in my closet the other day that I think belongs to you."  She walks back over to the coffee table, and pulls something out of the magazine rack underneath it.  "Here."

I take the book from her, and open it up, recognizing it immediately.  My eyes widen and I look up at her in surprise.  I thought I'd lost it, but I guess when I moved out I was in such a rush that I overlooked it.  "My first sketch book." I say with amazement as I flip through the pages.

"I looked through it too," she tells me.  "You're a really good artist, Trace.  What the hell are you doing working with Justin?"

I laugh heartily as I close the book and meet her gaze.  "Actually, a lot of these were wardrobe sketches for Justin when he was touring with NSYNC.  Some of them got used, so...I guess it wasn't all a waste."

"But, don't you want to do something else with it?"

I press my lips together.  It's a subject I can't involve myself with right now, not with everything else that's happening.  "It's not exactly the best time for me to look back on it all, you know?"

She shrugs.  "Still, I don't think you should put it all on the back burner.  Have you talked to Justin about doing something with it?"

"Melanie, I appreciate the concern," I smile, grateful that she seems to care so much.  "Maybe, you know, one day when all of this blows over I can start doing something with it again.  I tried once, years ago, but I don't think the world was ready for Trace Ayala.  I'd probably need Justin to back the line, and he's not ready for that right now.  It's fine though, you know?  I have more important things I need to focus on."  I step up to her and peck her on the cheek gently.  "Thanks for finding it."

She sighs heavily.  "You know, you might be different from Justin in a lot of ways, but you're certainly just as stubborn as he is."

I smirk a little.  "I'll take that as a compliment."

"God."  She groans with a big roll of her eyes.  "I'll walk you to your car.  I need to get some things done and I can't focus with you and your stubbornness hanging around."

"Aw, Mel," I give her a cheesy smile as she opens the door for us, looping my arm through hers for added measure.  "You love me, you know you do.  You'd keep me around all day if you could, just admit it."

"No," she narrows her eyes at me while we walk.  "If I kept you around all day I think I'd go crazy, because Justin would join in and all we would do is play the X-box."

"That's not such a bad thing though," I sigh a little, wishing my day could be that carefree.  I'd like nothing more than to spend the afternoon acting like an asshole with my two friends, and forget about what's going on in my life.  But I know I can't do that.  I have to be a man and face my problems, or else they'll just get worse and worse until I have nothing left. 

We end up back where I first spotted Melanie originally, on the front steps of Justin's house, and she begins to say goodbye to me before we're interrupted.  The door opens, and Justin sticks his head out, his eyes only half open, probably having just woken up from his nap.

"Uh hey..." he begins, seemingly confused as he glances at the two of us.  "What's going on?"

Mel eyes me mischievously before responding.  "We're having an affair, Justin."

"Nah I'd just take an orgy," I respond, trying to remain serious as I look over at Justin.  "Y'all are cool."

We all exchange glances, and for a moment I expect Justin to take the joke seriously and give me a look of death.  But when he doesn't, when he starts making gagging noises and laughing, I end up joining in.  Mel follows, and soon we're all cracking up like fools...like we've been friends for years and comments like that are used in everyday conversation.

And it feels good to have filled Kerri's void.

"But seriously," Justin says, once he manages to catch his breath.  He throws an arm around Melanie and hangs onto her like a retard as he smiles at me.  "What brings you by, Tracey?"

I scowl.  I hate when he uses that shit because he knows it's what my parents call me when I'm home.  "Fucker."

"What?" Justin laughs.

"I was just driving around,"  I tell him, crossing my arms and eyeing Melanie out of the corner of my eye.  She's trying very hard not to laugh right now, and I know I should stop being an ass and get over myself.  I let out a long breath, and continue on with what I was saying.  "I wound up here.  You were asleep, so me and Mel hung out for awhile. But I have to get back to Tarin.  We have plans tonight, and she'll kill me if I'm late."  I steal a little wink at Melanie and she flashes me a small, knowing smile.  I know everything I've said is safe with her.  She wouldn't go telling Justin anything, because she knows that deep down I really want to be the one to tell him what's going on. 

"Well, do you want to meet up tomorrow? Go over some stuff?" Justin asks me.

"Sure," I nod, knowing I have to cover a few things with him anyway as far as the interview goes.  "How about twelve thirty?  I'll pick you up."

"Cool."  He smiles a little and starts to head inside, but turns back like a lost little boy when he finds that Mel isn't following behind him.  "Mel?"

"I'll be right in," she tells him, eyeing me slightly.  "I just want to say goodbye to Trace."

"You already said bye to him."  Justin looks back and forth between us.  "Seriously, y'all are starting to make me wonder about that affair thing."

"Oh please."  Melanie slaps him on the shoulder, and he winces a little bit.  "I'll be right in.  Go check on Bren, okay?"

"Fine."

He doesn't give me a second look as he plods back into the house, and I laugh a little once the door closes and we're alone again.

"Like I said, you're both just stubborn as hell," Melanie sighs, before looking me in the eyes again.  "You're going to have to tell him about this soon, you know?"

"I know," I say, hesitantly.  "I'll probably wait ‘til after the interview.  You know how Justin is, and I don't want him to have to worry about that on top of the stress of being in the public eye again." 

Deep inside a voice is crying out to me, pushing me to tell her about Kerri, that she's going to be at the station on Tuesday, and it's completely my fault that Justin has no clue.  But I know if I do that, things will never be the same.  Melanie will never be able to view me the same way, because she'll know why I pushed Justin so hard to sign that contract.  I can't deal with losing another friend.  Not now.  Not when my girlfriend has just thrown a really difficult situation in my face. 

"Is he ready?" She asks me quietly.

Probably not.  I know that's shitty, really shitty, and I'd never tell her, but I know it's the truth.  Of course, having Tarin around will him to calm down, but he's still going to have to deal with people, pretend that he's perfectly fine when he's really not.  While that worries me, I know it won't be as bad as the last time he stepped out into the spotlight.  I think Justin is better than he was then, mostly because of Melanie, and I know that no matter what happens...Kerri confrontation or not, she'll be here to keep him sane during the aftermath.  "I think so," I tell her.  "He has you, and he has me, so I think he'll be okay."

She nods a little bit, seeming to only half believe me but I can't say I blame her.  "Trace."

"Yeah?"

"Thanks for giving him another chance.  He may not act like it sometimes, but he really needs you, you know?"

I hate myself.  I do my best to smile for her, but I really feel like a shit head on the inside.  Sure, I gave Justin a second chance, but only because I wanted something out of it. I came to see Justin originally to get an answer about Kerri, and now I'm working for him again to protect her.  After this she's fucking on her own.  I swear to god, this is the last time.

Only, I don't know if I'll be able to do all this for her and still have my friends in the end.

"I know."  I smile , and give her one last hug before I get into the car.  I wait until she's gotten inside before I start to drive home.  I try to get Tarin on the phone during the drive back, but she doesn't answer.  My heart starts to race, and I can't help but wonder if she's ignoring my calls...if she's left me.  Suddenly everything Mel told me this afternoon doesn't even matter, because if Tarin is gone then it's all been a waste.  If she's left, it's all my fault too.  I should have stayed, I shouldn't have snapped at her.  Now she's probably driving around Los Angeles with a baby inside of her that she doesn't know what to do with.

And that's very bad.

I feel like breaking down and bawling my eyes out when I see her car still parked in it's usual place, and I nearly forget to put the car in park because I'm in such a hurry to get to her.  Once I manage to do it, I race up the stairs and throw the door open.  "Tar?" I call out, when I don't see her on the sofa.

"In here."

I follow the voice into the bedroom.  She's laying in the bed, under the covers, tissues scattered around her like she has a really bad cold.  But I know she doesn't have a cold...she's just been crying the entire time I've been gone.  I sit down gently on the end of the bed, because I'm not sure if she wants me to be any closer to her right now.  I sit silently for awhile, because I don't know what to say.  I'm afraid anything I could say right now will set her off, and the last thing I want is a fight.  I've sort of gotten my head together, and I don't want to lose my temper again.

"Did you go to Justin's?"

Her voice is scratchy and weak, and it's obvious how upset she is.  With the lights being off I can't see the full effects of her crying, but I'm sure her expression is anything but what I'm used to at this point.  "Yeah, I went."

"What did he say?"

I sigh.  "I didn't talk to him.  He was asleep."

"So then what---"

"I talked to Mel," I say, gently interrupting her.  "It's actually the first time I've ever confided in her before.  I'm...really glad I did though, you know?"

"So she told you that I said something to her?"

"Yeah."

It's quiet again.  I'm sure she feels bad that I wasn't the first one to know about the baby, and yeah...I"m a little bit angry about it, but right now isn't a time to pick a fight.  She was scared, and I need to understand that as best I can, put it behind me and focus on a solution to all of this.

"I'm sorry, Trace," she rasps.  "I was late, and I just...I thought I could trust her.  When I took the pregnancy test she was with me.  I really didn't think it would have been positive...or, I was just hoping that it wouldn't be."

"I'm not mad," I say, trying to keep any annoyance out of my voice.  "I'm just trying to understand all of this Tar.  You're pregnant, and I want to have a good answer for it.  But it's hard, you know?  I always thought if I had kids, it would be this big planned out thing...not something sporadic.  I don't want my kids growing up feeling like they were a mistake, and I don't want them having to be shuffled from one home to the other because we can't figure our shit out, either."

"Neither do I," she whispers.

I force myself to crawl up beside her, and she allows me to wrap my arms around her after a moment.  I hear her sob, and I kiss her neck a little.  "Hey, don't cry," I say gently.  "Come on, Tarin.  I'm not going anywhere, okay?"

"I know," she sniffles.  "But I feel like I'm trapping you, that's what's making me the most upset.  And I said...you know, that we should have an abortion because I didn't want to force you into this.  I could deal with it, you know, if you still want to do that..."

"Stop."  I pull on her arm gently so she'll turn over and face me. When she does, I get a closer look at her, and can sort of see how puffy her eyes are from all the crying.  I feel horrible, like some sort of monster. I never intended for her to be this upset over me.  "I don't want you to get rid of the baby."  I smile at her and kiss a few tears off her cheeks.  "I want the baby."

"Don't just say that," she whispers. 

"I wouldn't just say it."

Then she starts to cry again, really hard.  Harder than I've ever seen her cry, and I'm not so sure why she's doing it.  Is she just happy?  "Tarin...why..."

"I was pregnant before," she sobs.  "A year ago.  I wanted to keep it.  I just...I never even considered having an abortion when I found out I was pregnant the first time, Trace."

"It was David's wasn't it," I say gruffly.  I don't want to be so accusatory, but I just have a hunch that it was him.  I doubt she would have gotten so upset otherwise.

She nods, but won't look me in the eyes.  "When I told him, he said I had to get rid of it.  He said that if I didn't, I wouldn't have a job.  I tried to tell him that it wasn't right, that I could raise it on my own without his help, but he just...wouldn't let me do it."  She shakes her head harshly and buries her face into my chest.  "So when I found out that it was happening again, I got so scared, baby.  I was so fucking scared that you'd react the same way."

If I didn't hate David before, I do now.  I could kill him, but then the only way I'd see my kid could would be through plate glass.  I just can't believe him...how he could treat her like that.  I feel horrible for her, and I wish I could change her past.  I wish I would have stuck around for her, not been so busy.  But I can't change anything.  All I can do is be here for her, have this baby with her and make our relationship work.  "I'm sorry."  I say softly in her ear, and hold her tighter in my arms as she cries.  "I would never make you do that, Tar, and he's a fuckin' asshole for putting you through everything that he has.  One day he's going to get what's coming to him, you'll see."  I kiss her forehead gently, and smile for her the best I can.  It gets her to stop crying after a minute or two, and I'm thankful. 

"You really want to have a baby?"  She asks me with a soft smile.

I kiss her hard on the mouth, and roll her onto her back so I can climb on top of her.   "Yeah," I laugh gently.  "It'll be an adventure, for the both of us."

"You got that right," she giggles playfully as she pulls me down towards her and starts kissing me, begging me for the very thing that got us stuck in this predicament in the first place. 

We should be talking about what we're going to do, not having sex, and I want to pull away from her, I really do...but the girl is pulling my clothes off now.  She's letting her tongue wander to places that always drive me fucking crazy, and allowing my hands to tear her clothes off and explore her naked, tender skin like some curious child.  She feels so good, and I'm not even inside of her yet.  But then, I feel her hands tugging at my waist, and she's moaning my name...begging me to enter her.  "Babe," I whisper breathlessly, as she wraps her legs around my body like the crazy girl that she is.

"Hmm."

This is so damn awkward.  I go ahead and enter her, groaning with pleasure as she tightens around me.  "I dunno."

She laughs. 

We fuck hard, screaming each others names like we've never had sex before.  It takes forever to cum, and the climax is just fucking incredible.  I think..I think it's the best sex we've ever had, and when I collapse against her sweaty body, I dont' hesitate to let her know either.  "Shit," I groan.  "That was fucking incredible, girl."

"You better get it while you can," she tells me breathlessly.  "A few more months and you'll have find other methods of pleasure."

I pull her naked body close to mine, and she curls herself into me, like she never wants to let me go.  "We'll see what the doctor says," I chuckle, pressing my lips to her forehead once again.

"You are not asking the doctor how much we can fuck," she laughs.  "Babe, you're unbelievable."

"What?  It's a good question," I smile.  "I gotta know so I don't poke the kid or something."

"That's gross!"

"Well it's good to know."  I bite her neck a little and she squeals.  "I hate jerking off, makes me feel like less of a man when I have a fine ass woman right here with me."

"God, you can be so crude."  She rolls her eyes but can't seem to hide her smile from me.

"You like it when I'm crude."

"So what?  You can't blame a girl for wanting a little ruggedness in her love life, can you?"

"Well you got Tennessee's finest rugged man, right here," I laugh playfully and squeeze her a little tighter.  "Soon you'll be able to call me Daddy, too."

"Trace!"

I sweep her up in a kiss, silencing any further protesting on her part.  "This is all gonna work out," I say, my tone becoming serious this time.  "I'm always gonna be here, Tarin."

She smiles.  "I think I always knew you would be."