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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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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."

Neal laughed softly before taking her hand and lightly kissing the finger that booped his nose.

"Of course. I've never been able to think about anyone else." From the moment that they met she'd always been a presence in his thoughts.

She rests his hand on her growing belly, where soon she should be able to feel movement. "That's how I know we can do this."

"Yeah." Neal placed his hand on top of hers, a warm smile growing over his lips. His brow furrows slight when he feels a soft vibration against his palm.

"He kicked."

That was a strange sensation for her. "If he does it too much, I'm not going to be able to sleep tonight."

Neal kissed her with a smile. "I'm sure he'll calm down and sleep too. Why don't we sing to him?" Neals mother used to sing for him before she'd left.

"You go ahead. I want to hear it too." She needs to get her sleep as much as the baby does.

Neal smiled at her before running through his memories. He knew a few songs but even he had his favorite as a kid.

"Baa, Baa, Black Sheep, have you any wool?
Yes, sir, Yes, sir, three bags full
One for my master and one for my dame
And one for the little boy who lives down the lane.
Baa, Baa, Black Sheep, have you any wool?
Yes, sir, Yes, sir, three bags full"

His voice was a deep whisper as his hand lightly pet Emma's stomach and then her forehead. The song was for both of them.

Her fingers thread lazily through his hair and she smiles as he sings. "Sing us another one."

Neal laughed. "That isn't even the whole song." He teased her, kissing her lightly on the nose before he continued.

"Hush, hush, time to be sleeping
Hush, hush, dreams come a-creeping
Dreams of peace and of freedom
So smile in your sleep, bonny baby

Once our valleys were ringing
With songs of our children singing
But now sheep bleat till the evening
And shielings lie empty and broken
Hush, hush, time to be sleeping
Hush, hush, dreams come a-creeping
Dreams of peace and of freedom
So smile in your sleep, bonny baby

Where is our proud highland mettle
Our troops once so fierce in battle
Now stand, cowed, huddled like cattle
And wait to be shipped o'er the ocean
Hush, hush, time to be sleeping
Hush, hush, dreams come a-creeping
Dreams of peace and of freedom
So smile in your sleep, bonny baby

No use pleading or praying
For gone, gone is all hope of staying
Hush, hush, the anchor's a-weighing
Don't cry in your sleep, bonny baby"

"I like that one." Her fingers trace lazy circles on his scalp as she starts to relax. "So does he, I think. He's calmed down now."

"You should be sleeping." He whispered before kissing her on the forehead. He never wanted to stop kissing her.

"I can sing it again."

"Sing it again and maybe I'll sleep." Or maybe she'll stay up and listen to him sing some more.

Neal smiled and began to the song again. His voice was deep and soft and his tempo slowed in order to lull his love into a deep slumber. She’d be thankful in the morning and he knew that she needed her sleep.

By the time he finishes the song, she has closed her eyes and started to doze off. "See you in the morning," she murmurs sleepily at him.