All it took was for Josh to kiss me to quiet my active mind. I was in his arms and captivated by the way he held me so easily. I inhaled the clean smell and was comforted by it. I heard the door click and the coolness of leather was under my bare legs and seeped through my thin white tee. I kicked off my ballet flats, and my skirt bunched up around my thighs as I rubbed my legs along Josh’s pants. I caught my toes on the edges of them and tugged impatiently at the fabric. He got the hint, and the sound of his dress shoes clomped to the floor.

Our lips met over and over, lost in passion as our tongues danced along one another. As he held himself over me, his right hand roamed up my side and his thumb pressed along my hip bone and sent tingles between my legs. I pushed him away, his eyes clouded with lust, to lift my shirt quickly up and over my head, revealing my white cotton bra. He grunted in approval before his lips found the exposed skin. He kissed and licked along the ridges of my bra, while his hand slipped under me and in one swift motion, unclasped it. He sat back up to pull off his own layers of clothes, and as soon as his chest was displayed for me to see, my wandering hands scratched lightly at the planes of his taut abs. Oh how I missed the sight of him.

How did I ever get so lucky to have such a man fall in love with me?

I couldn’t form an answer when his lips were back at it, my bra long gone as he sucked and pulled at my nipples, my back arching off the couch in response. He ran his hand down the length of my spine and my hips rolled into his. I felt triumphant and could feel the bulge in his boxers rubbing at my sex, wet from his ministrations.

I needed the boundary between us to be gone and squeezed him through his boxers as I whimpered with need. I couldn’t help what he did to me. He made me feel so alive with electricity under my skin, and the primal need for him to be inside me heated my blood. He was the only man I ever wanted to see me like this.

He groaned against my breasts, and his hand under me dipped into the back of my skirt and palmed my ass as he nudged his erection into my hand. I moaned desperately into my other hand to keep myself from being too loud, though it was hard not to be with his hands all over me.

He sat back to shuck his boxers, and before I tugged at his impressive length, he yanked roughly at my skirt and panties with both hands as I lifted my hips to help. All clothing had settled onto the floor when we locked eyes.

I boldly spread my long legs and slid a hand down to my sensitive nub. I rubbed the smooth skin and bucked my hips in response. His eyes were ablaze with such a sexy glint as he watched me play with myself. There was no need to be shy around him anymore, and how he gazed at me made my body ache with heat. I prepped myself for his viewing pleasure and slid a finger inside. My eyelids fluttered as I pumped my finger in and out, just like he had done earlier. A second finger joined, and my body produced lewd sounds the wetter I became. I never averted my eyes and enjoyed the way he licked his lips at me.

He pumped his length lazily as he watched and then leaned over me. He took my hand away to line his cock up, and I moaned in anticipation. His eyes were on mine as he glided into me, and this time, it was much more comfortable. Pleasure spiked up my spine as I pulled him down for a hot, sloppy meeting of lips.

My hands clawed at his hair as I kept his mouth on mine so I could moan and whimper into it as he rocked his hips into mine. There was no gentleness, just a pure and shameless need to climb to pleasure together. I met his thrust with a desire that rippled through me. He kept a steady hand on my ass, pumping in and out of me, and my toes curled into his backside.

Our hips moved faster. The sound of flesh smacking flesh tuned out my muffled cries as I felt the pleasure building. I was so close to reaching my peak and could tell he was, too, as his thrusts became erratic. Just when I thought I was about to come, he bucked hard against my trembling thighs, and I felt his length twitch inside me, which encouraged my own orgasm as my body rocked and I sobbed his name into his mouth.

I clamped around him and held him buried deep inside me as we rode the waves of pleasure together. Our hip rolls slowed as my mind blanked and my limbs grew heavy with exhaustion. Being pregnant and having sex sure did tire out my body.

He must have sensed it too. He slipped out of me, and I whimpered at the sudden emptiness. He kissed my collarbone and maneuvered himself to spoon me, our sweaty bodies pressed side by side. I nuzzled into his kisses, reveling in the afterglow with a sated smile on my face.

“I needed that more than I care to admit,” I whispered and felt his laugh on my skin.

“It’s quite normal to want to be close to the one you love,” he responded, and I nudged him in the ribs.

“Don’t go all shrink on me now. I can’t handle it when we just had sex in your office,” I scolded him playfully.

He squeezed my ass. “Is that so?”

“Yes, that’s so,” I squeaked and sat up. I noticed the Xbox had been replaced by the Wii U. I peered at Josh in all his naked glory.

“One final round of Smash Brothers for old times’ sake?” I challenged and knew this would probably be the last time I would be inside his hospital office.

“Bring it, cutie.”

* * *

A week later, I was in another doctor’s office. A woman named Teri held an ultrasound transducer and slid it across my slicked-up belly. The thumping sound of the ultrasound next to me was distracting. I glanced anxiously at the obscured, black and white picture displayed on the screen, and my nerves kicked into high gear. Was the baby okay? Did I eat something wrong? Was I even pregnant?

A warm hand was placed my shoulder and allowed me to breathe as I reached up to hold it. Josh knew exactly what to do to keep me grounded. His touch was enough to remind me I would be okay. I wasn't alone and it was possible he was thinking along the same lines as I was.

A quicker, faint thumping vibrated from the screen, and I turned back and watched Teri clicking on the attached keyboard. A few squares appeared as she measured what appeared to be a little white blimp. I sat up gently to get a better look.

“Is that it?” I asked, bewildered.

Josh squeezed my hand as she replied, “Yup, that little guy is it. That’s your baby. Measuring at around six weeks and about an inch long. Right where he or she should be.”

Her smile was infectious, and I looked up at Josh. “Did you hear that? We’re having a baby.” My voice cracked with emotions.

“I heard, and I couldn’t be happier,” he said and leaned down to kiss me softly. “I mean it.”

All the emotions that had dwelled in me since I’d found out I was pregnant started to pour out. “I know,” I cried and I meant it. I knew. I finally understood and knew Josh was happy with me and wasn’t going anywhere.

“Would you like me to print out some pictures to show your families?” Teri’s voice broke through our bubble.

“Yes, please,” we said in unison.

After leaving the doctor, we walked hand in hand under the sun and down the sidewalk. It was a beautiful Friday afternoon, and since Josh was leaving the hospital in another two weeks, his buddy, Dr. Sampson, along with a few others, were handling his afternoon patients so the transition would be easier for them as well as for Josh, who was a mere phone call away if anyone needed anything.

Having him next to me was nice as we caught the bus to our final destination before he had to go in for the evening. He was still on call and had rounds to make, both responsibilities he couldn't let go of just yet to aid his patients through transition, whether they would be staying on him with or not.

I was one of the patients who had made the transfer successfully to another psychiatrist in a private practice and closer to Josh’s condo. Josh had chosen the woman I would see for my first appointment in a few weeks. Until then, he overlooked my status and ensured my antidepressants weren’t affecting the baby.

The bus reached our stop, and with a big breath and the courage Josh held in his hand for me, we stepped off.

“You okay?” he asked, and I squeezed his hand.

“I’m okay.”

I peered at the ultrasound picture clutched tightly in my other hand and started the descent down the hill. Josh guided me through the maze of flowers and names that caught my eye, but I was busy looking for a particular surname. I stopped, and it felt like the world around us had stopped as well.

Here lies beloved parents, husband and wife: Dale and Cynthia Sims.

Josh wrapped an arm around me as I covered my mouth before the sob could even come out. I hadn’t had the guts to visit them since the day they were buried. Today I had a reason though, and that reason was next to me and clutched in my hand. I dropped to my knees, and Josh followed me to rub soothing circles into my back like he did the day I’d had a fit in his office.

“Mom, Dad, this is Dr. Josh Sullivan,” I choked out and looked at Josh, who smiled lovingly at me. He nodded for me to continue. “We have good news.” I put the ultrasound picture on the large headstone. “We’re gonna have a baby.”

I had never felt happier than when sharing the news, and even when the dam of tears broke, Josh’s hand stayed interlaced with mine and I knew my parents would be proud of the man I had chosen to be by my side.