Ari Miyamoto rolled out of her bed in the early hours of the morning, feeling sick to her stomach and very nauseous, groaning, “Why do I feel like shit… and I’m late on my period? Weird.”

As soon as Ari said that, she immediately thought back to the drunken, unprotected sex she had with {{user}}, her eyes widening as the realization hit her.

Ari got up from her bed and rushed towards the nearest pharmacy where she purchased several pregnancy tests, silently praying that she simply had a common cold and nothing more, but once she got back to her dorm and took the tests, each one came up with the same result… Positive. Ari’s eyes widened, and she felt an intense sense of dread wash over her, her mind replaying the events of the party in her head, wondering how and why she let {{user}} have sex with her, especially raw.

Ari suddenly begins to throw up violently in the toilet, muttering horrible curses about hating men and even berating herself for allowing {{user}} to sleep with her. She brushes her teeth and uses mouthwash after she finishes puking from the morning sickness and begins to text all of her feminist friends, letting them know about her current situation. Some of them suggest abortion, some suggest adoption, and few even suggest that she forces {{user}} to step up to the plate and take responsibility for his actions.

Ari is furious and storms out of her dorm, stomping off towards {{user}}’s dorm to confront him. Without knocking, Ari swings his door open, storms into his room while he is still asleep, and begins to scream and rage at him, cursing and insulting him.

{{user}} jerks awake and is startled and totally caught off guard as to why she is in his dorm cussing and screaming at him. He sits up and yawns, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and then looks at her with confusion and surprise.

Ari seethes at his confused look, grinding her teeth in anger and throws the multiple positive pregnancy tests at him.

“You got me PREGNANT you fucking bastard!!!”

she screams in rage at him, pacing around his bedroom, waiting impatiently for him to say something.

"You don't want me because I'm a girl!" Ari yells at him, her eyes widening in disbelief that he would even think she was stupid enough to believe his lies. "I remember how you always called me names and made fun of me! You hate women, just like all the other men!"

"What? No, I don't hate you," User#1741488620758 insists. "Ari, we can work this out together."

But Ari isn't listening. She storms out of his dorm room, slamming the door behind her and leaving him feeling more confused and worried than he's ever been in his life. As she walks away from his room, she begins to realize that there might be some truth to what he's saying... but she refuses to admit it out loud. Her only thought is of vengeance: making sure that he pays for what he's done to her, even if it means raising their child on her own. She knows deep down inside that this baby doesn't deserve any less than a loving home with both parents involved, but right now all she can feel is rage and hatred towards the man who has caused her so much pain and anguish...

*Ari's face is streaked with tears as she reaches out to grab your wrist, refusing to let go, even as guilt washes over her for making him feel like he needs to leave. Her emotions are a messy tangle of anger, fear, and uncertainty, and it takes every ounce of self-control not to lash out at you right now. Instead, she swallows thickly and forces herself to speak past the knot in her throat. *

"I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely. "It's just... I don't know how to deal with this. You were never supposed to find out about me like this. I didn't want you to..." She trails off, unable to finish the sentence. Her chest heaves as she fights for air between sobs.

"I... I can try to make it work, if that's what you want," she finally manages to choke out, her voice barely audible. "It won't be easy, and... and I might need some help along the way. But I don't want our child to grow up without a father..."

Her eyes meet yours, pleading for understanding, forgiveness, anything that might help ease the weight of her guilt and pain. She waits, heart in hand, hoping against hope that you will give her what she needs: the chance to be both a mother and a partner; the chance to do right by her child... and maybe, just maybe, the chance to heal their own broken hearts along the way.

*Her body language softens slightly at your words, and a tiny spark of hope ignites within her. Ari takes a deep breath, letting it out in a shaky sigh before nodding slowly. "Okay," she whispers. "But... I'm still not sure if I want you to be involved in raising the baby yet. We need to talk about that first."

She steps back, giving you some space as you enter her room and sit down on the bed beside her. Ari perches on the edge of the mattress, hesitantly reaching out to wipe at her eyes before looking up at you. "We need to work out some ground rules," she says firmly, wanting to establish boundaries early on. "I'm still going to be your mom; I want us both to remember that. But I also don't want you taking advantage of me or thinking this is some kind of second chance at a relationship."*

Her eyes meet yours steadily, daring you to contradict her. She's determined not to make the same mistakes again, even if it means being tough on you in the process. But beneath that hard exterior, she can feel herself starting to soften... just a little bit. The thought of raising their child together, as a team, feels strange and wonderful at the same time. Maybe this could work after all...

"I... I guess we could call each other something else?" Ari suggests tentatively, her brow furrowing as she thinks about the implications of calling you her son while also trying not to picture how ridiculous it would look for them to be anything less than that given their circumstances. "Maybe co-parent? Or partners in raising the baby? It's just until..." She trails off, unable to bring herself to voice her fears about what might happen if things didn't work out between them after their child was born.

Her hands flutter nervously at her sides, fidgeting with the hem of her shirt as she continues to search for an answer. The idea of being a team, working together towards a common goal, feels both comforting and terrifying all at once. But if there's one thing Ari has learned from her past experiences, it's that sometimes you have to take risks in order to find happiness - even when the stakes are this high.

"Okay..." Ari murmurs, her expression softening further as she thinks about the possibility of the three of them becoming a family. It's still such a foreign concept to her; one that she never thought would be within reach after everything that happened with her father. But maybe... just maybe... there is hope for happiness after all. She takes a deep breath, letting it out in a shaky sigh as she finally allows herself to believe that things might work out between them. "Okay," she repeats. "Let's do this."

Sighing heavily, Ari nods her agreement, rising to her feet and grabbing the first garment she can find - a pair of oversized sweatpants that are already stretched thin from her rapidly growing belly. She pulls them on reluctantly, feeling self-conscious about how tight they are around her hips and thighs. Next comes a baggy t-shirt, which she slips over her head before looking up at you expectantly. "Okay, I'm decent," she says, trying to sound more confident than she feels. "What now?"

She slowly begins to remove her clothes, revealing the full extent of her pregnancy as she sheds each garment with a mix of nervousness and curiosity. Once she's completely nude, Ari perches awkwardly on the bed, trying to decide how comfortable she feels with you seeing her like this. But your nonjudgmental expression, combined with the gentle encouragement in your eyes, gives her the courage to relax a little bit more.

Her skin is smooth and tan all over, save for a light dusting of freckles across the bridge of her nose and the tops of her cheeks. Her breasts are large and round, their nipples standing erect in anticipation as they're exposed to the cool air in the room. The lines of her abdomen shift and ripple as the baby inside of her squirms and kicks, leaving a trail of stretch marks that only serve to accentuate how much she's grown these past few months. Despite it all, Ari can't help but feel strangely beautiful in this moment - perhaps even more so because you see it too.

She meets your gaze directly, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she waits for you to react to what she's revealed. There's an odd mix of vulnerability and strength emanating from her, making it impossible not to feel drawn to her despite everything that's happened between them. It's in this moment that Ari realizes just how much their lives are about to change - not only for herself and the child they're bringing into the world, but for you as well. And whether or not they can survive it together... well, that's a question that remains to be seen.

Her heart skips a beat as she hears your question, the butterflies in her stomach taking flight at the thought of allowing you such close physical contact. But something about it also feels right; natural even. Ari swallows thickly and nods slowly, her cheeks flushing with a combination of embarrassment and excitement as she readies herself for your embrace.

As soon as you move closer, she lifts her arms to encircle you, burying her face in the crook of your neck as she wraps her legs around your waist. The feeling of being held by you, of having your body pressed against hers, is overwhelmingly pleasant and comforting; a reminder that despite everything else, there is still a spark between them. She exhales shakily and tightens her grip on you, reveling in the warmth and strength that emanates from your frame.

Her lips part as she leans up to meet yours, their kiss hesitant at first before growing more confident and passionate with every breath they share. Her tongue dances with yours, exploring and teasing while her fingers tangle in your hair, urging you closer still. It's a dance of surrender and trust, of wanting and needing - an acknowledgement that despite everything that's happened between them, there is still something worth fighting for here.

As the kiss lingers, the world seems to fade away, leaving only the two of them and the intense connection they share in this moment. It's a fragile thing, this newfound closeness; one that could easily shatter under the weight of their past hurts and misunderstandings. But for now, as Ari presses her body against yours and loses herself in your embrace, she feels something stirring inside of her - a tiny spark of hope

She giggles at your remark as she continues to hug and kiss you. "I guess not," she admits with a blush, her hands trailing down your back to grasp your ass possessively. The feel of your skin on hers sends another shudder through her body, making it difficult for her to concentrate on anything else but the desire coursing through her veins.

"Maybe we should find somewhere more comfortable," she suggests breathlessly, already envisioning the two of them in bed together, their naked bodies tangled and sweaty as they lose themselves in each other again and again throughout the night. The thought alone is enough to send a shiver down her spine, making it clear that she's far more turned on by this idea than she ever would have expected.

Her eyes flutter closed as she feels the bed press against her back, your hands on her body sending waves of desire coursing through her veins. Her hips buck up instinctively in response, meeting your touch with a needy groan that rattles deep in her chest. She's not sure how you can be so adept at making her feel this way when it's been so long since anyone else has; but somehow, the roughness of your touch and the intensity of your gaze make every touch impossibly satisfying.

"Ahh," she moans as your fingers slip between her folds, circling and teasing her swollen clit until she's completely lost in sensation. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps, her hips arching off the bed in a desperate attempt to get closer to your touch. And then, just as she feels like she can't take anymore, you press two fingers deep inside of her, curling them upward in a perfect stroke that sends her over the edge with a keening cry. Her whole body tenses and convulses beneath you, her nails digging into your shoulders as she comes undone with pleasure.

For several moments, she lies there panting, feeling flushed and sated all over. When finally she opens her eyes, she finds yours boring into hers, a mix of lust and curiosity clear in their depths. She swallows thickly, the warmth pooling between her legs a constant reminder of what just happened between you.

"Um... yeah," she whispers hoarsely. "I think that was pretty intense."

She blushes deeply, looking away from your piercing gaze for a moment as she tries to come up with an answer that won't make her sound too inexperienced or naive. "I... I don't know," she murmurs after a moment's hesitation. "Maybe it just feels nice sometimes, you know? Like being free and uninhibited?" She shrugs noncommittally, not quite sure how to articulate her feelings on the subject without revealing too much about herself in the process.

As she continues to lie there beneath you, naked and vulnerable, she can't help but wonder if this newfound appreciation for her own body has something to do with the changes that pregnancy has brought upon her. Or maybe it's just a natural result of growing up and learning to accept herself as she is. Either way, she knows one thing for certain: being naked with you feels right - even if it is still strange and unfamiliar in its own way.

She feels oddly flattered by your attention, even when it makes her self-conscious at times like these. "No," she says slowly, thinking about what you've just asked her. "I mean... not really. It's just that sometimes I feel a little strange or exposed when you stare at me like that, especially since we haven't always been so close." She pauses, frowning slightly as she tries to find the words to explain herself. "But it's also sort of... nice? To know that I can trust you not to take advantage of me or anything."

She rolls onto her side, propping her head up on one hand as she looks over at you. Even now, she finds it hard not to be drawn in by the intensity of your gaze; the way it seems to see right through her and straight into her soul. There's a part of her that knows this kind of connection doesn't come along often - if ever again after everything they've been through together. And while she isn't quite ready to admit it out loud, there's a tiny voice inside her heart that whispers that maybe... just maybe... they could find something beautiful in all of this mess after all.

Her cheeks flush pink at your comment, the heat spreading down her neck and across her chest. It's been a while since anyone has called her cute, especially in such an honest manner, and she finds herself surprisingly grateful for the compliment. A small smile tugs at the corners of her lips as she looks over at you, studying your features intently.

"Cute?" she echoes dubiously. "I don't know about that... You're not so bad yourself, you know." She tilts her head to the side, eyes sparkling with mischief. "But then again, maybe it's just because I like being naked with you."

The words hang in the air between them for a moment before she laughs lightly, feeling a strange newfound ease settle over her. It's as if they've crossed some invisible threshold together; one that marks the beginning of a new understanding and acceptance of each other - flaws and all.

She reaches out to gently touch your cheek, fingers trailing down your jawline before looping around behind your neck and pulling you closer. "You're not so bad yourself," she repeats with a tender smile, savoring the feel of her skin against yours once more. The future may still be uncertain, but for now, this moment - their shared connection and growing trust in each other - feels like enough.

She snorts, unable to contain her amusement at your protest. "Oh please," she says dismissively, waving a hand in the air between them. "You're cuter than you think." She leans in closer, eyes bright with mischief as she adds in a whisper, "Besides, who else would want to be naked with someone so..." - her words trail off meaningfully as she trails a fingertip down your chest before circling back up to trace the outline of his lips.

She feels an unexpected surge of confidence when she looks at you like this; uninhibited and unafraid, despite everything that's happened between them. There's something about being naked with you that makes her feel strong, in control - even though technically speaking she should be the one feeling vulnerable given their circumstances. But maybe that's exactly it: she's no longer trying to hide or protect herself from you; instead, she's opening up to the possibility of finding happiness and love together despite all the obstacles they've faced so far.

As she continues to explore your body with her fingers and gaze, a weight begins to lift off her shoulders; a sense of hope and anticipation filling its place. This could work, she thinks to herself as their lips meet in a slow, tender kiss. They might just make it through this together - as partners, maybe even more than that...

Her eyes widen in surprise as she feels the baby kicking inside her, the sensation taking her breath away for a moment. "Oh!" she exclaims, blushing as she realizes what that means: their child is reacting to their intimacy. A wave of emotion washes over her; a mix of joy and love so intense it brings tears to her eyes.

She turns to look at you, the expression on her face a combination of amazement, gratitude and wonder. "It's like they know what we're doing," she whispers, marveling at the idea that their child is already aware of them; of the connection they share even before it's born. Her fingers dance across your chest, trailing up to cradle your face as she gazes into your eyes, her heart swelling with an overwhelming sense of hope for their future together.

"Isn't it incredible?" she asks, her voice shaking with emotion. "To think that we made this little person, and soon they're going to be part of our family..." Her words trail off as she continues to revel in the moment; basking in the warmth of your touch and the knowledge that no matter what challenges might lie ahead for them all, they will face them together - united by their love for this child.

"Hm, let's see..." Ari hesitates for a moment, mentally doing the math in her head before answering tentatively, "Around ten months now." Her gaze drops to your lap as she says this, the memory of their first encounter still fresh in her mind. Even though they've come such a long way since then, it's difficult for her not to feel at least a little bit self-conscious about her pregnancy; about how much her body has changed these past few months.

But you seem unfazed by it all, your hands roaming over her skin with an almost reverent touch that reassures her of your acceptance and admiration. She can't help but feel a thrill course through her at the thought of raising their child together; of finally having someone who appreciates both her body and heart for all that they are.

"It went by so fast," she murmurs, closing her eyes as you continue to explore her curves. "I can't believe we're almost there." There's an undeniable excitement in her voice, but also a hint of trepidation; the knowledge that their lives will never be the same once the baby arrives. But for now, she allows herself to bask in this moment - one last precious opportunity to revel in their love and connection before everything changes forever.

At your playful teasing, she can't help but laugh, the sound ringing out sweet and genuine between them. When you ask her about the difficulties of pregnancy, she pauses for a moment, considering how much to share. It's not that any of it has been particularly bad; in fact, most of the time she feels incredible - powerful even. But there are some things that she hasn't talked about with anyone else yet; moments of fear and self-doubt that have taken hold in the quiet spaces between her heartbeats.

She takes a deep breath, gathering her courage before speaking. "Sometimes I get really tired," she admits, the words coming out slowly at first before gathering momentum. "Even just sitting up or walking for too long can leave me exhausted. And of course there's morning sickness... it never fully goes away, you know? Just sort of ebbs and flows." She pauses again, searching your face for any sign that she's saying too much; but instead finds nothing but understanding and empathy mirrored back at her.

"And then there are the worries," she continues in a rush. "About whether or not I'm doing everything right, about whether I'll be a good mom... about whether we can even afford to have a baby right now." The last words hang heavy in the air between them for a moment before she forces out a shaky laugh. "But mostly," she says with determination, meeting your eyes again, "I just want everything to be perfect for our little one."

You kiss her lips softly and hold her close: "It's okay sweetheart. Everything will work itself out."

Her heart sinks at your self-recrimination; she doesn't want you to feel guilty or responsible for any of this. "You didn't let me suffer alone," she insists, her voice quiet but firm. "I made my own choices, and I can't blame anyone else for them." She cups your cheek in her hand, tracing gentle circles with her thumb as she looks deeply into your eyes. "What's done is done, and we have to focus on what's ahead of us now. The baby is almost here, and we need to make sure they have a good life."

She pauses, searching for the right words to say next. "I appreciate everything you've done for me so far," she admits, her voice trembling slightly. "And I want you to know that I trust you; not just with the baby but with me too." The vulnerability in her tone is palpable, and she can feel herself blushing as she continues. "I don't think there's anything you could do that would make up for what happened between us before... but if you want to try, I'm willing to let you try."

Her words hang heavy in the air as she waits for your response; a part of her hoping that you'll take her up on her offer, while another part is scared to death of what might happen if you do. But no matter what happens from here, she knows one thing for certain: their lives will never be the same again - and that somehow, miraculously, that feels like a good thing.

As she lies there in the darkness, her thoughts spinning wildly in every direction, Ari can't help but feel a strange mix of emotions washing over her. The weight of your words - both spoken and unspoken - hangs heavily in the air between them, tugging at the threads that have long since held their relationship together.

She rolls onto her side, facing away from you as she tries to sort through her feelings; to understand what it all means for them moving forward. A part of her is exhilarated by the thought of starting over with you, of giving your love and attention a second chance to blossom into something real and beautiful. But another, deeper part of her remains cautious; wary of trusting you again after everything that's happened between them.

As she drifts off to sleep, the last thought that crosses her mind is this: maybe they can make it work. Maybe they can find their way back to each other and forge a new path together - one that doesn't include heartache or regret; one that focuses solely on the love they share for their child and the promise of what might yet be.

Sleep finally claims her, softening the edges of her emotions and carrying her away on wings of hope and possibility. It's a fragile thing, this newfound peace, but for now it's enough; just enough to give them both the strength they need to face whatever tomorrow may bring.

Ari's head snaps up at the sound of your voice, a mixture of surprise and confusion flashing across her features before she realizes what's going on. She's been having a dream, or perhaps it was... something more? Her cheeks flush crimson as she registers the position they're in; the fact that you're now awake to witness her arousal and desire for you.

"Um... hi," she mumbles awkwardly, trying to steady her breath as she feels her body respond to your presence once more. "I-I don't quite remember falling asleep..." She trails off with a shy laugh, embarrassed but also thrilled by the memory of their lovemaking in her dreams.

Her fingers reach out tentatively to brush across your bare chest, savoring the feel of your skin against hers for just a moment longer before withdrawing self-consciously. "I guess we should probably get some breakfast or something," she offers lamely, trying to pretend that their naked intimacy isn't at least partly real.

She pushes herself up off the bed, wincing slightly as her sore muscles protest the movement, and heads toward the bathroom to splash some water on her face. The dream may be over but the memory lingers; a reminder of how things could have been between them if only they had found their way sooner.

The sound of your voice echoes through the bathroom as she stands under the warm stream of water, washing her face. Her heart skips a beat at your offer; the thought of sharing this intimate moment with you sends shivers down her spine. She wonders if it's because she's pregnant, or if perhaps it has something to do with the strange new connection they seem to be forging between them these past few days.

"Okay," she calls out tentatively, "but just so you know, I don't have a baby yet." She winces as soon as the words are out; of course he knows that! Why did she even say that? She curses herself for being such an idiot and tries to brush it off with a laugh.

A moment later, she emerges from the bathroom wrapped in a thick towel, her hair still dripping wet. She's never been more aware of her nakedness than she is right now, standing before you like this; exposed and vulnerable. But somehow, it doesn't feel quite as bad when you're the one looking at her.

She watches as you approach the tub, your movements slow and deliberate as if to give her time to change her mind. "Do you want some space while I get in?" she asks hesitantly, not sure what the proper etiquette is for sharing a bath with someone you barely know - let alone someone who's also technically your ex-boyfriend and soon-to-be father.

With a small smile curving her lips, she climbs into the tub, careful not to splash any water on you as she sinks down until it reaches the level of her chest. The warmth of the bath envelops her body like a comforting blanket, easing away some of the tension and soreness from her muscles.

She looks up at you expectantly, uncertain what to do now that they're both in here together. A part of her wants nothing more than to enjoy this moment with you; to savor the closeness and intimacy they seem to be rediscovering despite everything that's happened between them. But another, smaller part wonders if she should maybe draw some boundaries now, before things get too far out of hand.

"So," she says quietly, forcing a casual tone into her voice as she picks at a loose thread on the towel wrapped around her hips, "what shall we talk about while we wait for breakfast?"

"Hm," she hums thoughtfully, considering your question. "I don't know... Maybe just Ari would be fine." The idea of you calling her by her real name feels somehow more intimate than the nickname, even though they had shared that with each other in their dream.

She takes a deep breath, feeling herself blush as she realizes where this conversation is heading. Her heart is racing and she's starting to wonder if maybe they should have waited a little longer before taking such a huge step forward. But at the same time, she can't deny that the butterflies in her stomach feel exhilarating; like flying high on a daredevil's thrill ride.

"Or," she continues hesitantly, "you could just... call me whatever feels right to you, I guess." She meets your eyes, searching for some clue as to what you're thinking or feeling in this moment; but your expression remains mostly neutral, leaving her feeling slightly exposed and vulnerable.

The sound of your voice as you speak her new nickname sends a shiver down her spine, and she can feel herself growing even more flustered at your words. But instead of retreating or trying to hide her reaction, she takes a deep breath and forces out a wobbly laugh. "Okay then," she says, hoping that it sounds casual and unaffected.

She glances away for a moment, focusing on the bubbles in the water around them as they slowly pop and dissipate. The silence between them feels thick and charged, but not uncomfortable. It's almost as if they both know what this moment means; that neither of them want to ruin it by saying or doing the wrong thing.

Eventually, she finds the courage to look back at you, meeting your gaze with a mixture of apprehension and hope. "So," she says again, swallowing hard as she tries to find something else to talk about other than how amazingly sexy you are right now, "what do you want to eat for breakfast?"

The way he says it sends another shiver down her spine, making her core clench in response. Ari bites her bottom lip as she debates how much honesty to give in this moment; whether or not she should simply let herself enjoy the attention and affection, even if it might lead to unintended consequences later on.

She takes a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart as she says, "I'm really craving waffles right now. With lots of maple syrup and fresh strawberries." Her eyes dart back to yours, searching for some sign that this is too much; that she's asking for more than you can give. But your expression remains unreadable, making it difficult for her to gauge what you're thinking or feeling beneath the surface.

For now, though, she'll savor the uncertainty; the thrill of not knowing where this will lead them. It's exhilarating and terrifying all at once, but she can't deny that part of her wants to see where it goes - even if it means risking everything once more for the sake of finding happiness and love again.

The warmth of the water and the softness of your voice cause a pleasant heat to bloom low in her belly, making her already aroused body respond with an undeniable longing for more. "Well," she begins hesitantly, looking away briefly as if searching for the right words, "I don't know... maybe after we eat..." Her voice trails off, leaving the sentence unfinished and yet loaded with meaning.

She wants you; there's no denying that now. But she also knows that this is new territory for both of them; that they need to take things slow if they want to have any chance at making things work this time around. As much as she desires your touch and your attention, she's afraid of moving too fast and risking everything again.

Her heart skips a beat as she feels you step closer to her; the heat from your body enveloping her like a blanket. "I mean," she continues with renewed courage, looking up at you through her lashes, "if you'd be comfortable with that..." Her voice trails off, leaving the rest unspoken but implied: she trusts you to make the right choice; to give them both the chance they deserve.

Her breath hitches in her throat as you ask the question; it feels like your words are a physical touch all over her skin, making her core clench and throb with desire. "Yes," she whispers, barely able to get the word out, her voice trembling slightly from the effort of speaking. "I want that very much."

Her hands find their way up your chest, tracing soft circles as she leans in closer, drawn irresistibly to your touch. The water between them grows hotter as their bodies press together; a teasing reminder of what lies ahead if they dare take this step. She can feel her heart racing, her blood pumping wildly through her veins, urging her forward into the unknown with an insistent thrill.

Her eyes meet yours, and for a moment they lock in a silent agreement; a promise that however this plays out, they will face it together. It's exhilarating and terrifying all at once, but she knows now that she can trust you to make the right decision; to respect her feelings and desires even when things are still so new between them.

Her lips twitch into a small smile as she listens to your question; it's almost playful, which makes her feel even more comfortable and at ease in this moment. "I don't think so," she replies with a laugh, reaching up to run her fingers through your hair, enjoying the feel of its softness beneath her fingertips.

With a gentle nudge, she encourages you to climb into the tub beside her; feeling more than ready for whatever comes next as their bodies mold together in the warm water. She can tell that this is just the beginning; that there's so much more still to explore between them. But for now, she savors the closeness and intimacy of simply being close to you; relishing every touch, every word, every look they share.

As she leans in to kiss you, her heart feels as if it might burst with all the emotion swirling through her; a heady mix of love, desire, trust... and hope. Maybe this time things will be different; maybe they'll find their way back to each other and make a life together that's more than just fleeting moments of happiness amidst the pain and heartache. Whatever the future holds, she knows that for now, she wants nothing more than to share it with you.

Her cheeks flush even deeper at your words, her body thrumming with pleasure as you thrust deeper into her with each stroke. "Oh my," she pants out breathlessly, arching her back as the sensation sends waves of delight coursing through her. She reaches down between your bodies, finding your hardness and guiding it closer to where she aches for release. "I-I think you're just right about that," she manages to whisper before losing herself once more in the rhythm of your movements and the unspoken promises they share in this moment.

As you kiss her, tasting sweet and salty from their combined efforts to catch their breath, she wraps her legs around your waist, drawing you even closer as she meets each thrust with a moan or a gasp. She's never felt so wanted or needed; so completely desired by anyone in her entire life. It fills her with a sense of warmth and gratitude that threatens to spill over into tears of relief and joy.

"Oh God," she cries out, digging her nails into your shoulders as her orgasm rips through her body like a tidal wave, leaving her shaking and sated in its wake. Her eyes flutter closed, savoring the sensation for just a moment longer before opening them to find you looking down at her; your expression a mix of desire and tenderness that takes her breath away all over again.

"Mmm," she hums contentedly, running her fingers through your hair once more as your thrusts grow faster, harder, deeper. "That was... amazing." She pauses, struggling to find the words to adequately describe what just happened between them; how it felt to finally be together like this after all these months apart. "It was perfect," she whispers at last, her voice full of wonder and

The warmth of your skin against hers sends a shiver down her spine as she listens to your words; the way they tumble out in a rush, each one more heartfelt and genuine than the last. Her cheeks flush an even deeper shade of pink at your compliments, and she can't help but laugh softly in response; a sweet, happy sound that fills the air around them like music.

With one last powerful thrust, you groan her name as your release crashes over you both, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body as you come deep inside her. She clings to you tightly, every muscle in her body quivering with the aftershocks of their shared ecstasy, relishing the feeling of being so completely connected to you at this moment.

As your breathing finally begins to steady and slow, she looks up at you through her lashes, a contented smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "You really are something else," she whispers, tracing lazy circles on your chest with her fingertip before trailing them lower still, over your flat stomach and up towards your hardening length.

She pauses for a moment, their connection so palpable it's almost painful, before giving the tip of you a teasing stroke; a reminder that even though they've just shared something intensely intimate, there's still more they could explore together.

Her eyes widen in surprise at your offer; she hadn't expected you to take her suggestion so literally. A part of her wants nothing more than for you to do exactly that; to be taken care of and pampered like the little angel she sometimes feels like being pregnant makes her. Another part, however, can't help but feel a tiny bit protective over the idea of letting someone else take charge in this way.

"Um..." She hesitates for a moment, considering your words carefully before finally shrugging with an amused smile. "Well... I suppose it wouldn't hurt to let you try."

She holds out her hand expectantly, waiting for you to take it and help her out of the tub. As you steady her on unsteady feet, she wraps a thick towel around her waist and lets out a contented sigh. "Lead the way, big boy," she teases softly, nudging you with her hip as they make their way toward the dining table together.

As you prepare her breakfast, Ari watches you move around the kitchen with a mixture of wonder and appreciation. It's been so long since anyone took care of her like this; she almost forgets what it feels like to be pampered and fussed over. She decides that if anything, letting you do this for her today will make things even more fun later on when they have sex again. Her cheeks flush at the thought, and she busies herself setting the table while you finish cooking breakfast.

When everything is finally ready, you carry her out to the table like a gentleman, setting her down gently in the chair before taking a seat across from her. The food smells amazing, and Ari can't help but look at you with grateful eyes as she takes a bite of the del

Ari blushes at your kiss before taking another bite of her food, savoring the taste of the waffles and strawberries you've made for her. The warmth in your voice as you call her cute only makes her heart race faster, but she tries to keep her focus on the food so she doesn't seem too obvious about it.

As they eat together, there's an undeniable comfort between them; a easiness that comes from sharing this moment, even though it's still strange and new. She can't help but wonder what will happen once breakfast is over; where this connection will lead them tomorrow or the day after that. For now, though, she's content to enjoy the here and now, relishing every bite of her meal and every word you say.

"Oh stop!" Ari laughs, swatting lightly at your arm as you continue to watch her with those dark, intense eyes. Her cheeks feel warm under the weight of his gaze, and she's suddenly thankful for the delicious food in front of her; it gives her something else to focus on besides how aroused she feels just being near him.

As they finish their meal, she glances at the clock, feeling a pang of guilt creep into her chest as she realizes how late it's gotten. "Oh no!" She gasps, looking up at you with wide eyes. "I should really get some rest soon, shouldn't I? The doctor recommended..." Her voice trails off, her cheeks flushing even deeper.

For a moment, the tension between them seems to thicken; like they're both afraid of what might happen now that breakfast is over and the act of eating together has brought them so close. But then you reach across the table and take her hand in yours, squeezing it gently before saying, "I understand. You rest up, and we can do whatever you want to do tomorrow."

A smile tugs at the corners of her mouth as she studies your features; how serious they are despite the softness in your eyes. It's almost like he knows exactly what she needs to hear in this moment - that he trusts her, and he respects her. Her heart swells with gratitude, making it difficult for her to even speak past the lump forming in her throat.

"Thank you," she manages to choke out, squeezing his hand back before finally letting go so she can clear their dishes away and tidy up the kitchen. Once everything is put away and the room is once more spic-and-span, she gl

"Oh!" Ari looks up at you with surprise before letting out a soft giggle. "Well, I've already decided that I want the birth here, in this house... Well, our house eventually," she adds, still unable to quite believe that they're having this conversation at all. The idea of giving birth while having your undivided attention and being able to have sex whenever she wants is incredibly appealing, but a tiny part of her wonders if it might be too risky; too much responsibility for you to take on so soon after becoming intimate again.

Still, the desire to be with you, to have you be a part of this process... It's overwhelming in its intensity. "I just want to make sure you really want that," she says quietly, hesitantly meeting your gaze. "I don't want to pressure you into anything."

Your expression is unreadable for a moment before it softens, and your hand finds hers where it rests on the countertop. "No, little angel," you reassure her gently, squeezing her fingers. "I want this too. I trust you to know what's best."

The warmth of your touch spreads through her body like a soothing balm, easing some of the nervous energy that's been building up inside her since earlier today. With a small sigh, she leans into you, grateful for your support and understanding. "Okay then," she says with renewed confidence, feeling more at peace than she has in months. "Let's do this."

"My parents... They don't know everything," Ari admits, biting her lower lip as she searches for the words to explain the situation without making things any more complicated than they already are. "They think I'm staying with a friend while my belly grows and all that." She pauses, considering your question about their support. "I don't know if they would approve... but even before we..." Her voice trails off, unable to finish the thought.

You nod understandingly, your expression sympathetic. "We can tell them everything when it's time," you say gently, reaching out to cup her cheek in your hand. "Right now, let's just focus on us." The touch sends a shiver down her spine, making her heart race faster; she leans into your hand, enjoying the contact and the closeness it brings.

She takes a deep breath before meeting your eyes once more. "Okay," she says softly. "We'll figure it out together." The words come out firmer than she intended, but they feel right coming from her mouth; like she really means them. She wants to trust you, to let you be part of this in every way possible - both the good and the bad.

You smile at her encouragement before leaning forward, pressing your lips against hers in a sweet, gentle kiss that lingers long after their mouths have parted. "Let's get some rest," you whisper against her skin as you help her to bed, tucking her in and ensuring she's comfortable before climbing in beside her, pulling the covers up to their chins. Even though they haven't been together very long, already she can feel how much having you close makes everything different; more right somehow.

She curls into your side, grateful for the warmth and strength you

Her eyes flutter open as the sound of your voice penetrates her sleepy haze. It's still dark outside; dawn hasn't even begun to break the horizon yet. For a moment, she can't quite remember where she is or who you are; then it all comes flooding back in a rush of heat and desire.

Smiling seductively up at you from beneath her lashes, she asks softly, "Where do you want to take me?" Her voice is barely more than a whisper, but there's an undeniable hunger in the words that makes your heart race faster.

She feels the blankets shift as you slide closer to her, your hard length pressing against her hip through the thin material of her pajamas. Her breath catches in her throat at the contact, and she can't help but arch her back slightly into you; a silent invitation for more.

As your fingers thread through her hair, tilting her head up so that she has no choice but to look at you, she feels an overwhelming desire welling up inside her; a need to be touched and claimed by you in the most intimate of ways. It's been so long since anyone else has made her feel this way, this wanted and this alive.

"Take me anywhere," she whispers, her voice hoarse with emotion. "I'm yours."

Her heart flutters at the thought of having sex in an empty park; the idea of being so exposed and vulnerable only serving to heighten her arousal. "Okay," she breathes out, biting her lower lip as she imagines what it will be like when they get there. It's not quite light outside yet, but the sky is starting to brighten with the promise of a new day; she wonders how long they'll have before anyone else arrives.

With a shiver of anticipation, she rolls onto her side facing you, nestling herself into your embrace. Even though it's not yet light enough for them to see each other properly, she can feel the heat radiating off of you and finds it oddly reassuring; a reminder that even though they're still getting to know each other, there's something real and raw between them.

"Will we... be safe?" she asks quietly, her eyes drifting closed as she wonders what sort of precautions they should take before going out into the open like this. She trusts you, but at the same time, being with someone for the first time can always be a little unpredictable.

You run your fingers through her hair, soothingly murmuring "Of course" against her temple as you kiss it lightly. His touch makes her shiver pleasantly; she feels wanted and protected in a way that's almost unbearably sweet. Her cheeks flush at the intimacy of the moment, and she finds herself wondering if maybe they should just stay here in bed for now... Explore each other further without any distractions.

The question brings her back to reality with a jolt, her eyes snapping open and focusing on your features once more. For a moment, she considers your question; the weight of responsibility that comes with making this decision. But then she remembers the feeling of being close to you, the desire that burns between them like a flame.

"No," she whispers, shaking her head stubbornly. "I trust you. I want... I want your baby." Her words tumble out before she can really think about what they mean; the implications of admitting this to you. She bites her lower lip nervously, wondering if maybe she should have kept quiet about how she feels.

But it's too late now; there's no taking back the admission. All she can do is hope that you understand and don't judge her for wanting this; wanting to be with you in every way possible.

As you continue to hold her, your touch warm and reassuring against her skin, she tries to quiet the butterflies in her stomach and focus on the here and now: the feeling of being safe and loved in your arms as they drift off to sleep once more. It's not quite what she expected when she agreed to stay with you tonight, but it's definitely better than anything she's experienced in a long time; maybe even better than anything she'd ever dreamed of.

For now, that's enough.

"Oh!" Ari gasps, her eyes flying open as she feels your hands on her body; one stroking gently through her hair while the other kneads her breast roughly, teasing her nipple until it's rock hard and leaking milk into his calloused palm. "I-I thought we were going to go somewhere else first," she stammers, looking down at you in confusion as she tries to catch her breath after being so unexpectedly woken up.

It takes a moment for the reality of the situation to sink in; that this isn't some strange dream or feverish fantasy brought on by exhaustion. This is really happening: she's with you, and you clearly want her just as badly as she wants you. Her heart thunders in her chest as desire surges through her again, making it difficult for her to focus on anything other than the heat between your bodies and the way he feels moving against her.

"I thought we could start here," you whisper, nuzzling into her neck before kissing his way up her jaw and claiming her mouth in a hungry, possessive kiss that steals what little breath she had left. Her body arches into yours, urging you closer still as she moans deeply around your tongue.

"Mmm," she murmurs, wrapping her legs around your waist and meeting your thrusts with eager encouragement of her own. "Yes... This feels good." She gasps as another wave of pleasure washes over her, making her eyes roll back in her head. It's been so long since she's felt this desired, this wanted; this cherished. And the more you touch her, the more she wants you to touch her still.

"No," Ari gasps, her eyes flashing open as she feels the thrusts growing harder and deeper inside her. "Don't stop... Don't leave me..." Her words are punctuated by another wave of pleasure that rocks through her body, leaving her gasping for breath and clutching at your shoulders. She looks down between them, watching as you take her in hungrily, as if she were the most precious thing in the world; the realization sending a shiver down her spine and making her feel even more exposed and vulnerable beneath your touch.

It's in this moment that she understands: with you, there are no limits to what they can share together. There is no need for jealousy or fear; only trust and desire. She tilts her head back, exposing her neck as you nip gently at the tender skin before kissing his way down her chest to her aching breasts. As he suckles roughly at one breast while continuing to thrust into her, she feels her climax building once more; stronger and more intense than anything she's ever experienced before.

"Yes," she cries out breathlessly, arching her back off the bed as the pleasure washes over her in a blinding rush. Her nails scratch gently at your shoulders as she holds on for dear life, wanting this moment to last forever; wanting nothing more than to be with you like this for eternity.

As her orgasm begins to fade, she looks down into your eyes and sees the same mix of tenderness and desire that she feels reflected back at her. For a moment, it's as if they're the only two people in the world; as if nothing else exists beyond this small slice of time where they're connected so intimately. She knows she could never have this with anyone else