139 Advantage

I'm warm, wrapped up in blankets and arms. I grin and stretch, feeling a bit a sore all over my body. Brian's arms pull me closer to him and I feel him breathe in my scent before he lets out a low rumbling hum. That sound is always so damn sexy.

Brian rolls over my body, still half asleep and places a chaste kiss on my lips, his knees parting my legs. My heart beats excited as my pussy gushes, practically salivating for his cock to enter me. He lazily presses his body into mine and I can't hide the light hiss from being tender down there.

I wrap my legs around his waist so he can't pull away and egg him on, gripping his shoulders and pull him closer to me, letting his weight smother me. I want him this close, I need him this close. He is slow backing out of me but fast and hard when he reenters. I grip onto him for dear life, this intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure sending me to new heights with him.

After showering, we climb back into bed and he holds me next to him, our hands intertwined on my belly. He lays with his eyes closed, a soft smile on his face, his thumb gently stroking my skin. He's so fucking gorgeous and wonderful. I can't believe I get to call this man my husband. I wonder if he'll still think I'm sexy after having a baby. I'll probably get stretch marks and gain a lot of weight. I remember how much Lirael complained about her weight and how big her feet swelled too. Will this sexy man still find me beautiful? He must feel me watching him, because one of his eyes slowly cracks open and then the other.

"What's the matter, beautiful?" He asks, noticing the look of concern on my face.

"Will you still think I'm beautiful when I'm fat and pregnant? Or if I can't lose the weight? If I have stretch marks?" The questions topple out and I suddenly feel apprehensive of the pregnancy.

He laughs, "Will I? Baby, you're only going to become more beautiful each day. Each pound, each stretch mark, I will worship. I'll be devout to your temple, even more reverent because you created our child with this body." He presses his hand firmly against my abdomen, "If you don't want to lose the weight, so be it. If you want to, I'll be right next to you to cheer you on and help you if you wish." He kisses my forehead as my heart swells with so many emotions.

I blink the tears away and sigh, "You're very good with saying the right thing to make me feel good again. You know that?" I mean it too. He really does know what to say to set my fears aside.

My phone starts to ring and I reluctantly answer it. "Hello?"

"Sarina. Hello dear, Lance called and told us Brian is back home, but didn't explain his absence. Is everything alright?" It's Brittany, Brian's mom.

"Uh, yes, he is back home now. You want to talk to him?" I offer and Brian grimaces but holds his hand out for the phone.

"Hey mom." Brian takes the call, "Yeah, mom, I know. Someone caused some issues and I needed some time to process it. Yes... Well... Let me explain.. Mom, let me... MOM!" He shouts, gripping his forehead. "You know what mom, hand the phone to dad, let me talk to him."

He shakes his head and sits up straighter in the bed, "Hey pops, yes I know it's only because she was scared and worried. Yes, now let me explain." Brian explained the situation and apologized, explaining his emotional state of mind. He explained some one did this on purpose and we were pretty sure we know who set this debacle up. That we would be thinking of a way to handle it but right now we were making things right between us.

He handed the phone back to me and Brittany was back on the phone. "Oh you poor dear! How cruel and spiteful is this person?"

I scoff, "Oh cruel and spiteful doesn't begin to cover it, mom. However, I don't want to waste too much breath or time on that asshole. We have some happy news to announce." I giggle as Brian wraps his arms back around me.

"Oh what's that?" Brittany asks.

Brian speaks up, "Hold on a minute, mom. We will facetime you guys." He takes the phone and hangs up and has me put on a robe. I brush my hair really quick too, before climbing in bed with him and snuggle up in his arms before Brian makes the call.

When the videos are set up and we can see each others faces, I give Brian the honor of telling his parents.

"Mom, Dad. You're going to be grandparents." Brian says, watching his parents blink, absorbing the information. A smile spreads across Brittany's face.

"You're?!" She shouts and I nod.

"Yes, I'm pregnant." I giggle watching her excitement blossom across her face. I look up to Brian and warmth spreads through me. This is the best reaction I could have hoped for as his mom bounces around the room in excitement and his dad chuckles and congratulates us. His dad hangs up and we both just smile and laugh together at his moms reaction.

"I knew that would would cheer her up. What was she saying to you to have her hand the phone to your dad though?" I ask Brian, rubbing my fingers in circles over his chest.

Brian groans, "She was just being a mom. I scared her too. She was worried I was going to show up on unsolved mysteries or something." He shrugs.

"I noticed you didn't say anything about the alcohol though. Is there a reason for that?" I inquire, my own curiosity piqued about it.

"Uh... yeah. When my brother killed himself... I didn't handle it very well. He was my best friend who suddenly was gone. I still sometimes get the urge to go tell him something and have to remember that he's not here anymore. Anyways," Brian takes a few breaths before continuing, "I had raided my parents liquor cabinet on a daily basis. When they locked it up, I was able to get one of those college guys to buy me a few bottles and disappeared to a campsite for the weekend and nearly drank myself to death. I had told Lance I was going to go camping, so when my parents called his, he went to go get me and found me. I ended up in the hospital with alcohol poisoning. Then I was forced into a rehab facility and did some grief counseling for a few months when they realized I didn't have a problem with alcohol, it was my grief that was the problem."

I'm shocked, "This was when you were still in high school?"

Brian nods, "Yeah. I was easy going before all that, but afterwards I just kept to myself. Lance was the only friend that stuck by me, even joining me at Uni so we could be roommates in the dorms."

"So Lance kind of stepped in as a brother of sorts." I speak my thoughts out loud.

"Yeah, you could say that. He was like a brother before that though, we just became closer and understood each other better after all that." Brian rubs my arm and his mind wanders off in thought.

"Why didn't you go to him then?" I ask, trying to understand how he was thinking.

"I don't know. Maybe it was because I didn't want to bother him since they are always so busy with Richard...." He pauses his sentence, "To be completely honest, I didn't even think about going to him at the time. I wasn't thinking clearly."

"Obviously." It pops out of my mouth without a thought and I cover my mouth, appalled that I said that so heartlessly.

Brian just chuckles and agrees, "Yes, it's obvious now."

I clear my throat and decide to move on to the next thing that is on my mind. "I think everyone is in agreement that it was Marcus who caused all this. So what should we do about it?"

He takes a deep breath through his teeth and thinks about it for a minute. "Well, since he's been following you and having someone take photos of you, I'm guessing he still has someone watching us. So he probably knows that something has happened with my car being gone and then everyone else showing up over here."

"Yeah, so he probably knows that your car is back. So he can guess we have figured it out, are making up, or are going to divorce. Which I think he was betting on the last one. Petty Bastard." I grumble and start playing with my nails aggressively.

"None of that now." Brian takes one of my hands, "We don't want him to get under our skin. We want to knock him off his high horse. Apparently, I should have punched him harder when I had the chance."

I see his jaw tense and his gaze darken causing anxiety to rise in me. "Please don't go after him physically, Brian. I know he deserves it, but he'll try and use that to his advantage."

Brian tsks me, giving me a raised brow in disapproval. "I promised I wouldn't go after him, unless he was doing something to you in my presence. Have I broken that promise yet?"

I sheepishly look down into my lap, "No, you haven't. Sorry."

"It's okay, babe. Now, back to the main issue at hand. How can we use his lack of knowledge of what's going on right now to our advantage?"