The next day Damon was feeling a little better. He could stand without getting too dizzy and the nausea was manageable.Clary had moved from their bed to the couch in their living room. She was curled up wrapped loosely in a blanket and picking at a bowl of blueberries, grinning as she listened to the wild story her son Max was fabricating to entertain his siblings, Freya and Isadore.Clary looked up as he was alerted to Damon entering the room just finishing a phone call."Who was that?" She asked."It was the doctor. He said he will be here soon; I'll take the kids into our room whilst you're with him.""Doctor make mommy get better?" Clary looked down to where a concerned Isadore had waddled up to Clary's side, eyes as large as saucers."Yes, my baby boy, the doctor will make me all better so I can cover your face in kiss-ies again!" Clary leaned over to take her youngest son's face gently in his hands and rubbed their noses together, making Isadore giggle. "Now go with Daddy and y
It took Clary three days to pluck up the courage to tell Damon. Every time she was about to bring it up, she saw the content look in Damon' eyes and couldn't bring herself to – maybe – bring his mood down. On the third day she just decided to come out with it."How do you feel about another kid?"Clary had rambled on; sure, Damon was going to be angry at her and want to get rid of it."Beloved, I would never ask you to get rid of a baby we made, especially if you wanted it,"Clary's heart rate had picked up and hope and excitement stirred in the pit of her stomach."Clary" Damon had said as he brushed his thumb across Clary's cheek "I want another baby too."And so, Clary's second pregnancy journey began.It had been 2 weeks after Clary had told Damon about the baby and she was supposed to be happy, but she wasn't.She had been, at first. Damon had showered her with affection; stocking up on blueberries they now recognized as pregnancy cravings, paying even more attention to Clary's n
Damon reached up his hand to cup Clary's cheeks and wiped away the tears with his thumb.Clary clasped Damon free hand with both hands pulling him close, the bouquet clasped in their hands between them."Hi beloved," Damon whispered, pressing their foreheads together.Clary let out a happy sob as she replied, "Hey Damon," and crushed their lips together. They kissed passionately for what could have been seconds or hours, Clary couldn't tell as time melted away in the embrace of her true love.When they finally broke apart, Clary was crying more than ever, her face was a mess, with her red cheeks and kiss-swollen lips. Damon thoughts he looked like an angel.Clary sniffed and laughed a bit as she tried to pull herself together."Damon, you did all this for me?""Of course, baby. I love you so much it overwhelms me sometimes."Clary smiled at Damon, pulling out a tissue from his trouser pocket to clean up her face a bit."Hah, thanks Damon, I've been so emotional lately. I love you too.
Damon let some saliva fall out of his mouth in a long string landing at the top of Clary butt crack and spread it down over her gaping hole. Clary moaned at the sight and the anticipation.Damon reached into his satin briefs and pulled out his engorged dick relishing the sensation as the satin and lace rubbed at his tip. Damon wide length and positioned the tip just below Clary ready hole."Baby, are you ready?" Damon asked making eye contact with his lover in the mirror."Yes Damon, fuck me hard."And that was all Damon needed before he buried himself inside Clary in one fast and hard thrust.Clary groaned at finally being filled, ignoring the sting from lack of lube. Damon waited a few seconds for Clary to adjust which was something just short of torture as he could feel Clary clenching hungrily around him."Okay Damon, move now please."Damon started with a few slow and full drags almost fully out before pushing back in allowing Clary to relax a little. She may have wanted hard, bu
Clary stood in the kitchen behind the counter, watching Isadore drawing opposite her as she got out the cutlery for the dinner she had almost finished making."Mommy? Are you helping Daddy make dinner tonight?" Isadore asked whilst focusing intently on filling the swirly lines she had drawn with various crayon colors."No baby. I'm making dinner all by myself tonight," and the next few nights Clary added bitterly in his mind "We're having spaghetti Bolognese."At that, Isadore dropped his crayon and looked up to stare at Clary across the countertop."Why isn't Daddy doing it?""Because mommy needs to practice cooking a bit more-""But I don't like it when you make dinner," Isadore whined, his bottom lip beginning to curl onto a pout.Clary frowned at this and went around the counter to stand beside Isadore, still holding the cutlery."Isadore, what do you mean?""Your dinner isn't nice. I want Daddy to make spaghetti Bolognese."By now Damon had entered the kitchen with Freya in his a
Day 3"Clary, are you ok? You look uncomfortable." Damon asked eager to keep Clary as calm and comfortable as possible ever since that dinner incident a few weeks ago.Clary had been walking over to her favorite spot in the couch when she had paused halfway there lightly clutching her large stomach."Yeah, I'm fine. I think it's just Braxton Hicks contractions. It's not that bad, just a little pinching." Clary replied, already feeling better and continued on to the couch where she sat down and curled up with Isadore and Freya watching them play with Legos.Damon was sitting with Max occasionally helping with his homework when he needed it but was otherwise finalising details for Clary's baby shower in a few days time."Beloved, what kind of cake do you want?" Damon called flicking through an unnecessarily thick catalogue of cake designs."How is that even a question Damon. Obviously, blueberry." Clary replied."I know you love blueberry, but I don't think it's a good idea for the cake
Damon sat on the floor in front of Clary welcoming his children beside him as they rushed from Ammy and Adom's side to make sure their mommy was okay. Ammy and Adom stood behind Clary's couch and Kat sat in the armchair opposite them all."So, Clary," Kat began "How many times has this happened?""There have been quite a few, maybe 8 events in the past two weeks. Initially, they weren't so bad but they're getting worse." Clary reached out a hand to clutch Damon for comfort. "Kat if they're only going to get worse, I don't think I can- It hurt so much, I can't go through that again." Tears forming in Clary's eyes as he relived the immense pain she was in just minutes before."I understand Clary and I wouldn't ask for you to go through it again. This is quite unusual. Pain such as that should indicate final stages of labor but the contractions weren't stopping at intervals or even over the typical area. This makes me worry for yours and the baby's safety if you were to have a natural bi
Extra: -Alex William is the most beautiful man Amelia has ever met. He's also the most dangerous.Somehow, those two aspects of the man don't cancel each other out. In fact, for the first time in her life, Amelia sees how appealing danger can be. Alex William could kill her with a single flick of his wrist, and it makes Amelia want him more.The dance they partake in is entrancing. Alex teases and flirts, and Amelia reciprocates just enough to show her interest but not enough to commit to anything. There is music somewhere, but Amelia knows it's out of her control. Even her own steps are part of Alex plan.The man makes her feel free and Amelia takes it all in greedily.ShHe spends time with her even when her parents glare at her disapprovingly. She sneaks out and lets Alex pull her into his web until she's too tangled to get out of it.She should be terrified. She shouldn't want this man, this killer with cold eyes who looks at Amelia as though he's a particularly fascinating work of