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“I loved watching you with Paola tonight,” he whispered, kissing her neck. She moaned as his teeth gently grazed her skin. He knew the spots to get her out of control, fast. He ground his cock into her harder, “I want you to have my baby.” He let go of her hands and pulled her legs around his waist and carried her into the bedroom.

He fell onto the bed on top of her and she wrapped her legs around him. “I’m not kidding, Mia. I want you to have my baby.”

She stroked his cheek and smiled, “Aren’t I supposed to be the one worrying about the biological clock?”

He sat up straddling her and unbuttoned his shirt, slowly, letting her enjoy his gorgeous muscles. His eyes were blazing as he stared down at her.

“What?” She asked.

He smiled. A slow, sexy smile. “I want to get you pregnant.”

“We haven’t been using anything.”

“Would you consider IVF if we don’t get pregnant on our own?” He asked.

Mia hesitated, “Honestly Schooner, I’ve never even thought about it.” She saw the disappointment cross his face and grabbed his hand. “I’m not saying no.”

“Do you want a baby?”

In that moment, she knew she would do anything to make him happy because it would bring her equal happiness to do so. “I want your baby. Yes.” And she reached for the button on his jeans, unbuttoned it and unzipped his fly. He rolled off of her and kicked off his jeans and boxers and helped her peel off her jeans and panties.

They lay facing one another, softly kissing. She turned over so that her back was toward him and pulled his leg over her as she slid down his body until she could feel the head of his cock ready to press into her from behind. He pulled her tight against him, face buried into her neck, teeth grazing her shoulder, as he rammed deep into her.

“Oh yeah,” he whispered in her ear and she squeezed his cock tight, “oh yeah, just like that,” and she squeezed harder.”I’m going to fuck you so hard,” he growled.

“Then do it,” she taunted and he rammed into her hard. “That’s what I need, Schooner. Give it to me. Give. Me. What. I. Need.” He slammed into her harder.”Just like that. Just like that.” And she clenched her muscles tight around his cock.

“Yessssssssssss,” he hissed in her ear, “That’s it, Baby Girl. Milk it out of me.” He put his hand on her stomach and pressed her back into him as he buried himself in her as deeply as he could. “Come for me. I want you to come for me”

She took his hand from her stomach and moved it down to her clit. With his forefinger in hers, she pressed her clit hard and started moving in circles until their fingers found just the right spot that sent electric volts scattering through her.

She started to quake under his finger, muscles convulsing around him, squeezing him hard. “Oh fuck yeah,” he hissed pulling her over the edge with him as he drove up into her, deep and rough.

She collapsed back against him, panting and quaking with aftershocks.

He kissed her shoulder, “I love you, Baby Girl.”

She rolled over and placed a hand on his cheek and kissed him softly, “I love you too, Schooner,” she said, breathlessly.

She stroked his cheek and looked directly into his beautiful clear eyes, “I have something I need to tell you.”

He looked at her, “Ok…”

“I didn’t tell you earlier, because I didn’t want to ruin your day and because I didn’t want you to get pissed off and go ape shit.”

“What’s going on?” Concern shadowed his eyes.

“CJ called me this morning.”

He pushed back from her and screamed, “What? And you are just telling me this now? Why didn’t you call me this morning? Immediately,” his face hardened in anger, a total transformation from the man who had been laying next to her mere seconds before.

“I didn’t tell you because I knew you’d be pissed off and call her and I didn’t want to give her the satisfaction that she was even important enough for me to go running to you about.”

“What exactly happened?” He ran his hand through his hair, clearly exasperated.

Mia recounted the details of the phone call and Schooner listened silently. After she finished, it was a moment before he spoke.

“On one hand, I want to kiss you for handling her so brilliantly,” he leveled Mia an angry glance, “but on the other hand, I cannot even begin to verbalize to you how pissed off I am that you did not call me about this immediately.”

“I think you should just kiss me for being brilliant.” Mia said, softly.

He shook his head no, “I’m really pissed at you, Mia.”

“Schooner, she wanted a reaction and I didn’t want to give it to her.”

“That’s all good and well, but that was a decision we should’ve made together. First, you need to tell me these things, so that I can contact my lawyer immediately, who will contact her lawyer, and have her stop her harassing you. More importantly; however, is you not keeping things from me — especially where CJ is concerned. Last time you did that it cost us twenty-four years of our lives, Mia.”

She felt sick. To hear Schooner verbalize that her actions or inactions had cost them twenty-four years felt like a huge wet slap in the face. She rolled away from him and went to get out of bed.

“Where are you going?”

She didn’t answer, but instead continued to walk into the kitchen to get a glass of cold water. She leaned against the breakfast bar and sipped the water.

Schooner joined her in the kitchen and stood in front of her. “Are we going to finish this conversation?”

“I’m listening,” she looked up at him, full blown New York attitude on her face.

“You can’t hide stuff from me, Mia. Why is it that you feel you can’t come to me?”

She shrugged, “Look, I once told you, I’m not very good at relationships.

“Bullshit,” he screamed, startling her.

She put her glass down on the breakfast bar and crossed her arms over her chest. “Well, I’ve never had a successful one,” she scoffed, maintaining her defensive pose.

He shook his head and rubbed his forehead, “Listen, I’m sorry I screamed at you, but here’s the deal. I need you to be totally honest with me all the time, not hide
anything
from me — especially where CJ’s concerned — and have enough faith in me that I will handle situations appropriately and always do what is best for us. Us, Mia.”

“I’m sorry, Schooner. I understand why you are so upset, I really do. Especially with a situation where CJ pulls something and I don’t tell you. I get it — it will always be a big gaping wound for us. My poor handling of it in the past fucked up both of our lives. I get that. I just didn’t want her to win this time and by treating her like her call meant nothing helped me marginalize her. Does that make sense?”

“Yes, Baby Girl, it does,” he walked toward her and she stood still, arms still crossed in front of her, “but you have to promise me that you will always come to me immediately with everything. Give us a chance to work it out together, Mia. You always want to take on everything alone. You are not in this alone anymore.” He put his hands on her shoulders, “Look at me, Mia. I’m not going to always get it right. I’m going to fuck up. Sometimes royally. I’m going to react with anger or I’m going to want to protect you. And that is exactly why we need to do it together. No secrets. Let’s learn from our past and then leave it there.”

He was right. Seth and Kami were right. Holding back anything from Schooner had been and would continue to be their undoing if she didn’t start thinking of them as a team in every aspect. This man, who willingly was giving up half his world, starting a new life 3,000 miles from the only home he had ever known, and told Katie Holmes that she was his fiancé was asking for a little faith and she would be the biggest fool in the world not to give him all that he was asking of her. Losing him again was not an acceptable option.

She uncrossed her arms and wrapped them around his waist. “No more secrets,” she looked up into his eyes. “I promise.” And then whispered into his chest, “ever.”

He smiled and whispered into her hair, “You really told her you were recording her?” She nodded and he tightened his hold. He laughed, “You are so freaking awesome.”

Mia sat at her desk, reviewing Excel spreadsheets of operating expenses when the text alert on her cell phone sounded. She looked at the display. Schooner, texting from LA. She smiled.

Schooner: Sitting across from her now.

Mia: You’re at the lawyer’s office?

Schooner: Yes

Mia: And you’re sitting at the table texting?

Schooner: LOL — that I am!

Mia: You’re so bad!!

Schooner: That I am!

Mia: It’s part of your charm.

Schooner: So you tell me.

Mia: So … how is it going?

Schooner: She’s going to drag her feet. Nothing we didn’t anticipate.

Mia: :-(

Schooner: Don’t be sad, Baby Girl

Mia: Sad for you. Hate anyone making you unhappy.

Schooner: LOL she’s clearly pissed I’m texting

Mia: LOL… tell her I say hi.

Schooner: Not!

Mia: Still seeing your parents tonight?

Schooner: Yup

Mia: Please send my love.

Schooner: I want your love.

Mia: You have my love.

Schooner: I hate being out here. Can’t wait to come home.

Mia: :-) love having you home.

It was close to 10 minutes before her cell text beeped again, surprising her as she was absorbing the spreadsheet’s numbers.

Schooner: This whole thing is starting to piss me off.

Mia: Oh no :-(

Schooner: Tell me something good.

Mia: Ummm… I love you

Schooner: That is very good. And it’s smoochal, Baby Girl.

Mia: :-) yes, it is.

Schooner: God, she’s such a huge bitch.

Mia: No comment! Do you need me to come out there and scratch her eyeballs out (or just hang the phone up on her again). LOL

Schooner: Lol. Oh, that embarrassed her good when she was told to stop harassing you (I think I was smiling).

Mia: God, I love you.

Schooner: Oh God, she is laying it on really thick now.

Mia: And you’re texting.

Schooner: Yeah :-)

Mia: So you know how you always want me to share things with you?

Schooner: Yeah…

Mia: It may be nothing, but…

Mia: I barfed my guts up this morning.

Schooner: Holy shit! Have you taken a test?

Mia: No, will wait until you get home to do that. Want to do it together.

Schooner: I have to leave this meeting now and come home

Mia: You’ll be home in two days.

Schooner: I want to be home NOW!

Mia: Soon and forever…

Schooner: Soon and forever (never going to be able to concentrate now! If she ends up with the business it is your fault, Baby Girl)

Mia: Lol… go concentrate. Call my ass when you get out of there.

Schooner: Call your ass hot.

Mia: :-) Bye! Concentrate.

Schooner: Bye :-( Never going to be able to concentrate after the barfing bombshell.

Mia: Hmmm … Barfing Bombshell … I think you called me that after too much tequila in college.

Schooner: LOL… ok about to stick it to her and not in the way she wants. Bye.

Mia woke to his arms wrapping around her and his long leg slung over her, pulling her into him, kissing her beneath the ear.

“Mmmmm,” and through her cobwebs, “you’re back?” It was a question more than a statement.

“I couldn’t stay away,” he nuzzled into her neck, his fingers finding her nipples and pinching them. She moaned and ground her ass into his hard cock.

He pulled her beneath him, his hands on either side of her face, he could see she was half asleep and couldn’t keep her eyes open. She was dozing off. He spread her legs with his thighs and without any foreplay rammed into her hard. She gasped, her eyes opening and a smile overtaking her lips.

“Morning, Baby Girl,” he growled and kissed her hard while fucking her at a punishing rate. He rammed into her relentlessly, taking what he wanted. This was going to be quick. When he was through, he curled up behind her and pulled her close. They were both asleep in a matter of seconds.

When Mia woke, she found a surprise on the bathroom counter. Inside a Duane Reade Drugstore bag was a package containing not one, but two pregnancy tests. She smiled and thought, how very Schooner. She unwrapped one of the sticks, and as she was taking the test, thought that this was the first time ever in her life that she was hoping for a positive result.

She watched as the pink line started to form and within a minute it turned into a cross. She clicked the cover back onto the test stick and crawled back into bed next to a sleeping Schooner. She bit him on the shoulder. As good a way as any to wake him, she thought.

He rolled over to look at her and with a shit-eating grin she waved the test stick in his face. His eyes shot wide open as he realized what she was doing and he grabbed her hand mid-wave.