49.

                                    

                                          
My high took longer than I thought. I didn't notice Sidra climbing off me until I feel my dick leave her perfect pussy. I sit up-"Sidra!" She's sitting on the floor, holding herself. I kneel next to her. "Sidra, what's wrong? Is it the baby?"
                          
"No," she chuckles. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to worry. I'm just still feeling a little sick."
                          
Morning sickness. "You didn't throw up yet?"
                          
"No, I did. You just...squeezed me a little too hard at the end."
                          
"Fuck, baby, I'm sorry." She smiles and pecks my lips. I stand up then help her to her feet. We crawled into bed. We lie on our sides, facing each other, our arms and legs tangle. "You know pregnant women don't get horny for a few months. I can't wait to see how what you're like then."
                          
She blushes. "I'm special-"
                          
"Oh, hell yeah."
                          
"-and I don't think you'll be able to handle me."
                          
"Wait, what?" I chuckle. "I can do things to your body that you didn't know was possible."
                          
"Oh, yeah? Because I'm ready to go again. Are you?"
                          
"I need a minute...and water. I'm fucking thirsty as hell." I find it amusing how I'm sweating like crazy and my heart pounding in my chest, but from the way she was moving like crazy on my dick only moments ago, she's barely breathing heavy, and that's only because of her climax. Damn, I might not be able to handle her. She giggles, pulling away. "Where are you going?" I pout as I reach for her. 
                          
"I want my chocolate-covered strawberries. Now get dressed." She tosses a piece of clothing over her head and it lands on my stomach. It's my boxers. She stands up and starts to get dressed. I didn't sit up until she was fully clothed. "Still want to shower?"
                          
"Yeah, I do."
                          
"Okay. By the time you're ready, Burkhardt and I will have the car ready."
                          
"I'll be quick," I promise her, rising to my feet. My hands find their way to her hips. She tosses her hair back as smiles up at me. "I love you."
                          
"I-" she abruptly frowns. "Why did you say it again? 'You can't leave me.' Why did you say that?"
                          
"You know why."
                          
"That's exactly why I'm asking. I love you, you love me, I'm scared shitless of losing you or you getting hurt, we're having a baby for crying out loud! Why are you so terrified I'm going to  leave you?"  I wince then shudder as I wrap my arms around myself. I know she didn't mean it like that, it's just hearing those five little fucked up words hurts. "Sam, you can hurt me every way possible, it still won't be enough."
                          
"That's not it, Sidra-but honestly, that worries me. If I'm hurting you-"
                          
"Please, don't say it!" She desperately grasps at my arms. 
                          
"It's me," I breathe. 
                          
She frowns, pulling away. "Get your shit together, Sam." My jaw drops at the roughness of her voice. "How can I trust myself with you when you can't even trust yourself? It's not fair to us. You can't give yourself to someone when you're not whole."
                          
My heart stops "What...are...you saying?"
                          
"I'm not breaking up with you. I'm telling you to trust yourself. I do!" 
                          
"Okay," I sigh. "I'll...work on it."
                          
And just like that, almost like a light switch being flipped, she's smiling again, glowing. "Thank you! I love you." Her voice is soft like her skin. She quickly jumps up to peck my cheek. "I'll see you downstairs in...say fifteen minutes?"