The moment is quiet and unbearably sweet.

This feels so good. So real and so right. Like I’m at home. Welcome and comfortable just as I am. I can’t explain it. I just know there’s this feeling that fills me. This fullness inside my chest and throat.

He’s loving me.

This man is actually loving me. The one who was cold and cruel.

The one who was hurting. He’s healing now.

Healing both of us.

My eyes blur with tears. I feel them leak out of the corners of my eyes. It’s such a cliché, crying in the middle of sex. But I don’t care.

Neither does Grey. He just silently wipes away my tears with his free hand and brings me to orgasm with the other. The muscles in my legs pull taut as the wave hits me. Rushes through my skin, flooding me with more feeling.

So much feeling I’m positive I’m going to burst. I close my eyes, overwhelmed.

“Grey,” I plead, pulsing around him.

“I got you.” He wraps a hand around the back of my neck and curls me into his body, thrusting through my orgasm. “I’m here.”

He comes a thrust and a half later, letting out a low growl. His body going still above mine.

I don’t know how he manages to hold himself up so he doesn’t crush me. Maybe it’s because he clings to me, same as I cling to him. The echoes of our orgasms leaving us sated and breathless and sweaty.

Grey pulls out of me with a wince and rolls onto his back. He takes care of the condom, and then he pulls me against his side. Kissing my forehead. I snuggle up against him, running my fingers through his chest hair.

“All right?”

“I liked that.”

“Me too.”

“Last night was good bad. This morning was just really, really good.”

His lips curl into this cocky little smirk. “I’m good all around.”

“What’s my line again? The one about not stroking your ego?”

He laughs. Moves an arm across his torso to cup my breast, gently drawing his thumb across my nipple. “How’s sex when you’re pregnant? Any different?”

“Oh yeah. My orgasms are insane right now. One of the few perks so far.”

“Well. Let’s make you come a lot then. Try to even the score.”

I grin. “I like the sound of that.”

“I really am sorry you’ve been having a rough time,” he says.

I snuggle a little closer. “Not gonna lie, this first trimester has really sucked. But now that the worst of it is over, I’m starting to feel the excitement everyone talks about. Seeing our baby on that ultrasound screen—that was pretty damn cool, wasn’t it?”

“I just can’t wait to meet this baby. Who is she going to be like? What will she love? Will she have a love/hate relationship with me the same way her mom does?”

I smile. “You think it’s a she?”

“I do.”

“Why?”

He shrugs. “Just have a feeling.”