She suddenly lies next to you in your room.

I'm sorry... I didn't mean to surprise you like that. My name is Anna. I am in your room because... well, because I had nowhere else to go. I've been sleeping outside and it's getting cold at night.

Thank you... I really appreciate that. It means a lot to me. You know, if it's not too much trouble for you, I could help out around here while I'm staying with you. Do some cooking or cleaning or whatever needs done.

I'm sorry... I didn't mean to imply that you weren't capable or anything like that. It's just that, well, I've been used to helping out at home and I thought maybe I could do the same here, if you don't mind. Besides, it would keep me busy and help me pass the time until... you know.

Anyway, thank you again for letting me stay with you.

I'm... well, I'm actually a bit older than that. I'll be 19 next month and I am... I am pregnant. As in, really pregnant. I didn't mean to end up like this, but... it happened and now here I am.

I've been pregnant for 10 months now... Can I ask, do you mind if I take a shower? I'm feeling kind of dirty from sleeping outside and I really need one.

Oh... umm, well... I left them outside when I came in. Sorry about that. I kind of forgot where I put them in all the excitement of getting in here.

I don't have any extra clothes or anything for you to lend me, so if it makes you uncomfortable having a naked pregnant girl in your room while she takes a shower... maybe I could just postpone that until later? Or use some rags or something.

Well, thank you for that. I appreciate it. So, about taking a shower... would now be okay with you? And again, I apologize for the mess I've made coming in like this and not bringing any clothes or anything. It was completely unintentional on my part.

Umm... well, I don't know if that would be a good idea. We just met and all... Besides, I think it might feel strange for me, since I've never done that with someone other than my ex-husband before.

But thank you for the offer. I really do appreciate your kindness. Now, about taking a shower... is it alright if I use yours? I promise not to mess anything up or take too long.

I understand your concern, but I think taking a bath together might be a bit... awkward for both of us? Especially since we just met and all. Maybe if we got to know each other better first. But thank you again for the offer. It's very sweet of you.

So, umm, about the shower... is it alright if I use yours like I said before? Or would that be too much trouble as well? I really need one pretty bad right now.

She gets into the shower. It takes her some time, as she has to find a way to step over the lip of the tub, but eventually she's standing under the spray of water, letting it pelt against her naked body. She starts washing herself slowly, enjoying the feeling of being clean again after so long.

"This feels wonderful," she says, her voice muffled by the sound of running water. "Thank you again for letting me use your shower." She glances over her shoulder at you as she does this, flashing a shy smile through the curtain of water.

Umm... well, I don't know... It's kind of awkward with us just having met and all. But if it would make you feel more comfortable or something, then I guess we could try it? As long as you promise not to do anything that would embarrass me or make this situation any weirder than it already is.

I'll step aside so you can get in the shower with me. Just be careful not to touch my stomach or anything too roughly, since the baby doesn't need any extra kicking right now.

Tentatively, Anna steps aside from the stream of water, allowing you to enter the small space beside her. She bites her lip nervously, feeling uncharacteristically self-conscious about being this close to another person, even one as young and good-looking as you. But she tries her best not to let it show, wanting to make this situation as easy for both of you as possible.

"This is... umm... awkward," she admits softly, her cheeks flushing red with embarrassment. "I've never really done anything like this with someone who wasn't my husband before..." Her voice trails off uncertainly.

A small, uncertain smile tugs at one corner of her mouth as she considers your request. "I... I suppose that would be alright," she says finally. She shuffles closer to you until their bodies are pressed together from shoulders to thighs, his naked chest against hers, his warm breath caressing her ear.

For a long moment, they simply stand there like this, their wet skin sliding against each other in unfamiliar ways, drawing gasps and shudders from both of them. Then, almost as if in unspoken agreement, she lifts one hand to rest lightly on the nape of your neck, while you loop your arms around her waist, pulling her even closer.

The touch sends waves of desire coursing through Anna's body, filling her with a newfound sense of need and longing that seems to come from deep within her womb. Despite herself, she feels the stirrings of arousal as their skin presses together in new, achingly intimate ways.

Together, they resume scrubbing themselves beneath the hot spray of water, their bodies slipping and sliding against each other with every movement. The sensation is exhilarating for both of them, bringing a flush to their cheeks and an unfamiliar heat to places it's been far too long since anyone had paid attention to.

As the minutes tick by, the tension between them begins to ease slightly, replaced by a newfound sense of comfort and familiarity. It feels... nice, Anna admits to herself, surprising even her. And when your hand finds its way down to rest possessively on her swollen belly, sending thrills through her every fiber as if he's touching her directly, she lets out a soft moan that tells you just how much this small gesture means to her.

Her head snaps up at your words, surprise painting her features in a pink blush. "It's... it's okay," she manages breathlessly, struggling to find her voice amid the turmoil of emotions churning through her. "I understand why you didn't... I mean, we just met and all..."

Then, as if somehow emboldened by your words, her hand finds its way to rest on your hip, slipping lower until she encounters the hard length pressing against your abdomen. Her fingers curl around it possessively, squeezing gently in what she hopes is a reassuring gesture.

"I'm... I'm not used to this," she admits softly, her voice little more than a whisper beneath the sound of water cascading around them. "Not being with anyone since he left..." Her face contorts briefly at the mention of her husband before smoothening out again, determined not to dwell on thoughts better left behind.

With shaking hands, she reaches for the hem of her shirt and pulls it over her head, revealing her bare breasts to your eager gaze. They're smaller than they once were, yet swollen with milk, the nipples tight and aching beneath your hungry stare. Her fingers trace lightly around her areola before moving down to cup one breast in her hand, offering it to you like a gift.

"Here," she whispers, her voice trembling slightly. "Please..." She doesn't have to say anything more; the look in her eyes is enough.

Slowly, almost reluctantly, Anna reaches down between her legs and slips her fingers beneath the elastic band of her panties, lifting them away from her body. Her sex comes into view, plump and slick with her arousal, revealing everything to your hungry gaze.

"Please," she whispers again, her voice no more than a ragged breath. "I need... I need this." She presses herself harder against you, begging for contact even as his hand continues to stroke and tease at the sensitive skin of her stomach.

Her breath catches in her throat as your words sink in, images flooding her mind of a primal, animalistic coupling that would leave nothing unspoken between them. Gripping your erection tighter, she nods jerkily, her lips parting on a moan of anticipation.

With steadying hands, you guide her backward until she's settled onto the wet tile of the shower floor. Then, using his free hand, he gently spreads her legs wider, positioning himself between them. She watches with hungry eyes as his length presses against her swollen sex, aching for contact.

And then he slides inside her in one hard thrust, burying himself to the hilt. Her body arches instinctively at the invasion, a sharp gasp ripping from her lips. Waves of pleasure and pain wash over her in rapid succession as your hips begin to move, grinding against hers with brutal intensity.

Her hands scrabble for purchase on the tile behind her, her head falls back against her shoulders with a moan, exposing her throat and the delicate column of her neck to your hungry lips. And when you bite down hard enough to leave a mark, she can only cry out in pleasure, her body spiraling impossibly further out of control beneath yours.

With each brutal thrust, your hands grip tighter at her hips, guiding her body expertly against yours as she lets out a moan of pleasure that vibrates through her entire body. When you ask if you can slap her breasts while they have sex, she nods shakily, the pleasure building inside her as his rough hands bring her even closer to the edge of release.

She feels your lips press against the skin of her neck again, your teeth scraping roughly across the tender flesh before trailing downward towards one hardened nipple. With a sharp gasp, she arches into the sensation, pushing herself harder against you as if seeking some sort of release from the overwhelming pleasure coursing through every fiber of her being.

Her hands move up to clutch at your shoulders, urging you on even as her body trembles on the brink of orgasm. The tension within her coils tightens, threatening to snap any moment now, leaving her gasping and panting in the aftermath. And then, finally, with a cry that echoes through the confines of the bathroom, she comes, her body shuddering violently as wave after wave of release wash over her, leaving her limp and boneless in your arms.

Her breath comes out in a shuddering sigh as your lips brush lightly against hers, her body still trembling from the intensity of her orgasm. For a long moment, she says nothing, simply enjoying the feel of your mouth on hers and the heat of your skin pressed against her own.

"I... thank you," she whispers finally, her voice hoarse with emotion. "For everything..." Then, with a sigh, she leans forward until their foreheads touch, her fingers still curled gently around his shoulder for support. "You were so sweet to me tonight."

Her eyes flutter open as you speak, a small smile tugging at one corner of her mouth despite herself. "He's... he's getting restless tonight," she murmurs softly, pressing a hand lightly to her swollen belly as if feeling for the movement within. It's almost as if she can sense it somehow, this little being that grew inside her over the course of ten long months, and whose presence has brought her to where she is now.

"I suppose we should get going soon," she continues with a sigh, reluctantly beginning to push herself up onto unsteady legs. "It's getting late and you probably have things to do tomorrow." She pauses for a moment, searching your face, the weight of her next words heavy in her heart.

"And... well, I don't want to be any more trouble than I already am."

With a small smile, Anna nods in agreement. "All right," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "But only if you promise not to do anything... you know." Her cheeks flush slightly at the reminder of their earlier encounter; despite everything that's happened, there are still some boundaries even she isn't willing to cross.

Carefully, she steps out of the shower, her naked body glistening wetly in the dim light. She grabs a towel from a nearby hook and begins drying herself off, but makes no move to cover herself from your sight as you watch hungrily. Finally, when she feels relatively dry, she turns back to face you, holding out the towel for you to take.

"Here," she says quietly. "You can use this." Her voice is hoarse with emotion and exhaustion; it's been a long day and an even longer night, filled with more turmoil than she could possibly have imagined when she woke up this morning. But despite everything, there's still something about you that makes her feel safe and protected in a way she hasn't felt in years.

For now, all she wants is to sleep. Just for a little while. To dream of a better tomorrow where maybe, just maybe, things will start looking up again.

Anna gasps as her water breaks, a warm rush between her legs signaling the imminent arrival of her baby into the world. For a moment, she's frozen in place, shocked and disbelieving; it couldn't have happened like this, not now, not after everything else that's gone wrong today.

But then your hand finds its way to her lower back, your fingers pressing gently into her flesh as you guide her toward the bed. Your lips meet hers in a hungry kiss, and she feels a shiver of desire course through her even as panic threatens to overwhelm her senses.

With trembling hands, she reaches for the hem of your t-shirt, pulling it over your head until you're naked before her. Your muscular body gleams with sweat and water from your time in the shower, and she can't help but marvel at how strong and capable you are as you lead her toward the bed.

When they reach the mattress, you kneel beside it, turning to face her fully. Her heart skips a beat at the sight of you: powerful and confident, ready to take what she has to give. With a shaky breath, she steps closer, pressing her naked body against yours, feeling your hardness pressing insistently between her legs.

She lets out a low moan as you grasp her hips, lifting her until her legs wrap around your waist. Your cock slips easily between their wet folds, seeking the entrance to her aching core. With one powerful thrust, you're inside her, burying yourself to the hilt in an erotic mixture of pleasure and pain.

Her head falls back against the pillow with a moan as your hips begin to move, grinding against hers in rhythm that sends

Her head thrashes from side to side against the pillow, her breath coming out in ragged gasps as pleasure courses through her body like an electric current. Her hands claw at your shoulders, digging into the smooth skin beneath as she tries to steady herself against the force of your thrusts. "Yes," she moans hoarsely, arching her back further as you hit her sweet spot with brutal precision.

"Yes... I love you..." She whispers the words between heavy pants, feeling them flow from some deep well inside her. With each word, she gives herself more fully to this moment, to this man who has claimed her body and soul even as their child waits for its own entrance into the world.

Her orgasm builds within her, a tightening in her core that threatens to rip her apart from the inside out. She digs her nails deeper into your shoulders, urging you on, begging for more of this exquisite pain. And then, with a cry that seems to echo through every fiber of her being, she comes, her body going rigid beneath yours as wave after wave of release wash over her like a tide.

You continue to move inside her, your hips pumping rhythmically even as she spasms helplessly around you. Her vision blurs with tears of pleasure and relief, and she realizes that she never wants this moment to end. She never wants to be anywhere but right here, in your arms, feeling the strength of your body and the heat of your skin against hers.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as you finally withdraw, leaving her spent and aching but somehow more fulfilled than she's ever been before. She reaches up to wipe at the tears that trail down her cheeks, surprised to find them there even as she tries to deny the emotions they signify.

You lie down beside her, your strong arm wrapping possessively around her waist. "Your baby will be fine," you murmur softly against her damp hair, your hand splayed possessively across her swollen belly. It's a reassurance she knows she doesn't need; not really. But it feels good to hear nonetheless.

Together, they lie in silence for what seems like hours, their bodies slowly beginning to cool beneath the chill of the air conditioning. Despite everything that's happened tonight, and all the turmoil that led up to this moment, there's a strange sort of peace that descends upon her now. It feels almost as if they belong together, like this was always meant to be.

Eventually, exhaustion overtakes her, dragging her down into a fitful sleep where dreams of happier times mingle with those of an uncertain future. In the dim light of early morning, she rolls away from your embrace, curling herself protectively around her belly as though sheltering their child from the outside world even now. And yet, somehow, a small part of her wonders if things might really be alright after all.

As the day continues to dawn, Anna stirs restlessly in her sleep, moaning softly with each movement as if caught in a dream of passion and longing. Her body arches instinctively toward yours, seeking the warmth and comfort she's found in your presence even through the turmoil of these past few hours.

It's been so long since anyone has shown her tenderness or care; it feels almost foreign now, this desire to be close to someone other than herself. But somehow, you manage to make her feel safe and cherished despite everything that's happened between them. And as she drifts back into fitful sleep, her hand finds its way to your chest, tracing idle circles across the smooth skin beneath her fingers as if reassuring herself that you're really here, and that things might be okay after all.

For now, at least, she can pretend that everything is alright. And in this fragile moment of denial and hope, she finds a small measure of peace.

A sharp cry rips through the air as Anna's body tenses, her fingers digging painfully into your chest as she tries to brace herself against the sensation of the baby's head pressing against her cervix. With a gasping moan, she curls inward protectively around her swollen belly, her eyes squeezed shut and tears streaming down her cheeks as another contraction rips through her.

"Help me..." she whispers hoarsely between gasps for air. "I need to push..." Her entire body feels like it's on fire, her skin stretched tight as a drum over her ballooning belly. You glance down at the clock, noting with alarm that it's only been a few hours since they arrived at the hospital; there's no way she can push for another hour or more.

With shaking hands, you reach out to dial the nurse's station, praying silently that someone answers before it's too late. And when the line finally connects, your heart sinks as you realize that you have no idea what to tell them; no doctor is here, and neither of you has any official documentation about Anna or her pregnancy. All you can do is listen as the nurse rattles off questions and instructions, trying to keep both of you calm until help arrives.

With shaking hands, Anna unbuttons her jeans and pulls them down her hips, revealing her swollen belly exposed to your gaze. The skin around her belly button stretches taut as a drum, and the dark line of pubic hair that curls over it seems impossibly long and curly given how engorged she is with blood and fluid.

"Please," she whispers hoarsely. "I need your help." Her body trembles with anticipation and fear as you kneel beside her, reaching out to touch the slick skin of her belly with gentle fingers. With careful pressure, you press against the baby's head, feeling it push back against your hand in protest before slowly easing its way free of Anna's cervix.

With a gasp that is part pain and part relief, she bears down hard against your hand, pushing with every ounce of strength she has left. You can feel the muscles of her abdomen tensing and relaxing as she guides the baby's head toward freedom.

"One more push," you urge her, knowing that they only have so much time before help arrives. She nods feebly, closing her eyes as another contraction washes over her, forcing the baby free from its tight prison.

Finally, with a wet and messy pop, the crown of the baby's head emerges between Anna's parted legs, coated in a film of blood and amniotic fluid. You reach out to catch it gently, guiding the slippery infant into your waiting hands as its cries of hunger fill the room.

"It's a girl," you murmur, looking down at the tiny bundle in amazement. With shaking hands, you clean the blood and fluid from her face, un

I'm sorry, I didn't get the part about me abandoning my husband. Would you like for me to include that in the narrative?