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Her days have started to look mostly the same. She's still on the morning shift at the diner (which is fine, she likes being home with Neal in the evening), but she doesn't even really need to set an alarm anymore. It never fails, 6am rolls around and she's running for the bathroom. It doesn't matter what she ate the night before; every morning, like clockwork, she's making friends with the toilet.

She's so tired all the time too, and she can't even have coffee to wake up. Her one consolation right now is that she can eat whatever she wants.

The first thing she does when she gets home after work is go to take a shower. There are so many food smells clinging to her clothes, and to her skin, and she needs to be rid of them. She puts on something more comfortable – stretchy pants and one of Neal's t-shirts – and plops on the couch to wait for him to get home. Her belly is starting to grow larger and she's going to need to go shopping for some maternity clothes soon. How are they going to afford that?

She closes her eyes while waiting for him to get home. She's not even halfway through yet. It's going to be a long six more months.

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"I don't know. Let's see if there's a movie on. Or something that doesn't require us to pay too much attention." She's had a long day, after all.

"That sounds good." He settled in and then handed her the remote. He didn't really care what they watched and he was more likely to go to something mildly entertaining than take the effort to flip through all the channels.

She checks through a couple of channels until she finds an old romantic comedy. "This will do." She probably won't stay up long enough to watch the whole thing anyway. She just wants something that doesn't require her to think too much.

Neal hummed softly. "I think I might know this one?" Which said something about the shows that Neal caught when he wasn't really trying.

He lightly brushed his fingers against Emma's shoulders as they sat and watched the show.

"Do you want to watch a different one then?" It doesn't matter much to her what they watch. It's mostly intended to be mindless noise.

Neal shook his head. "Nah, this is good." He pulled Emma as close as he could before relaxing against the couch. He liked the noise and he was happy just having the figures moving on the screen.

She snuggles in next to him, feet tucked up on the couch, to watch the movie. She watches in silence until the movie's over, then she leans up to whisper in his ear, "Let's go to bed."

Neal had felt himself drift off through the movie and was woken up by her words. He twitched awake and looked down at her with a smile. "Yeah."

He blinked a few times before pushing himself off the couch. "I'm going to grab a class of water. Do you want one too?"

She stands up from the couch and flicks the TV off with the remote. "Yeah. I'll meet you in there."

While she waits for him to bring the water, she removes her clothes and stretches out on top of the bed. It's probably not what he was expecting, but it's what he's getting tonight.

Neal stepped into the room and paused, taking a moment to stare at Emma. "Have I told you that you're beautiful lately?" He stepped and placed the two glasses of water on the nightstand before peeling off his shirt and sliding into bed next to Emma.

He still had his pants on but the effect she had on him was obvious. He pressed his lips against hers feeling his lips tug into a warm smile. His hands lightly traced invisible lines up her sides before cupping her cheeks with his palms.

"Yeah. Pretty much every day." Which is a lot of the reason she's like this right now. That, and the extra hormones.

"You're still wearing too many clothes."

Neal laughed. "Because I wanted to kiss you." He followed up his words with a kiss before standing back up and removing his pants. With his clothing discarded in messy lumps on the floor he slipped next to Emma, pulling her into his arms.

His lips met hers quickly while his hands began to roam over her body. She was beautiful and he wanted nothing more than to feel close to her. His hand moved over her stomach and then up to cup her breasts. He wouldn't say it out loud but seeing her breast grow through pregnancy has made it hard for him not to touch her.

They're not just growing; they're more sensitive, too, and as much as he wants to touch them, she wants him to just as much. In fact, there's a lot that she wants, and she wants it now. There won't be much sleeping in this room tonight.

"I accept that reason."

Neal laughed again as he moved to position Emma on top of him. His hands roamed across her body but always ended up back at her chest. His fingers pinched lightly, knowing that she was more sensitive.

He brought a hard nipple to his lips, his tongue flicking over the area, teasing and tasting her soft skin.

She straddles his waist and leans forward, to give him better access to what he's aiming at. One hand slides along his chest and abdomen until she reaches his shaft, where she wraps her fingers around him.

A low groan vibrates through Neal's chest as her fingers wrap around his erection. He feels his tension and worry melt away as his desire and affection take over. His hips roll up and in time with his fingers as they pinch and play with the soft skin of her chest.

She's beautiful and while sweet compliments rest on his tongue he's only able to groan and exhale as he falls into the warmth of her touch.

It hasn't taken long for her to be ready for him, between the hormones coursing through her body, the anticipation worked up during the second half of the movie, and what his hands are doing to her sensitive skin. She strokes him a couple of times to make sure he's fully erect, then lowers herself down onto him, taking him deep inside her.

Neal was letting Emma take her time, enjoying the smooth texture of her skin and the soft heat of her embrace. He wanted her, ached for her but he didn’t want to rush her either. He was a little surprised when he saw her shift and her body lower onto his erection. His head threw back against the pillow as she buried herself deep within him. A low groan echoed from his chest as he looked up at her. His hips thrusted up seeking to burry himself as far into her as he possibly could.

He shouted her name softly before gathering her into his grip, his hand running down her back while his other hand massaged her hip.

She rocks into him, back and forth, her hands braced firmly against his chest. She has no breath left for talking, only for directing him in and out of her. She bites at her lip as a low moan escapes from her throat.

Neal's head fell back as she road him, his hips thrusting up to meet her as they fell into a rhythm that they were both comfortable with. He exhaled a hoarse breath feeling his chest tighten as fire gripped between his legs.

He moaned her name as she moved wanting nothing more than to feel her reach her own peak.

She's almost there, she can tell, he's always been able to get her there. She moves once more, twice, and it overtakes her. She feels the pleasure move through her, from head to toe, and every muscle in her body clenches tighter on top of him, around him, as she arches her back and moans out his name.

Neal can't hod back when he feels her body tense and her muscle clench. He continued thrusting feeling his own climax peek with hers. He held out for as long as he could, moaning her name as he filled her.

She collapses on top of him, her body pressed against his, as she catches her breath. "How did you get so good at this?"

"I practiced with you remember." He gathered her up in his arms and kissed her lightly on the forehead.

She gets off of him and snuggles up next to him, where she bops him lightly on the nose. "You better have only been practicing with me."