Ally's POV:
We walk out the room together hand in hand.
We push open the hospital entrance double doors as a cool breeze blows into our face, I'm freezing, should have worn a coat instead of a cardigan, darn it.
My body shivers abruptly.

"You cold?"

"A little, but I'm fine."

"Here take my jacket." Can this man be anymore of a gentleman? This is why I adore him so much.

"I can manage, honestly." I say trying to stop him.

"Just take it sweetheart." He says holding his jacket in the air.

I give him a sarcastic look for him refusing to take it back, so I give in. He holds the jacket open for me as I slide my arm through one arm and the same for the other.

A giggle escapes my mouth as I realise how big this is on me, it's huge!

"It'll do, wait it's not complete." He says taking off his fedora hat.

He places it on my head instead, we both burst out laughing until we calm down.

"Aren't you cold?" I ask.

"Nope, I'm fine, we'll be home soon anyway."

"Alright."

"So how'd it go? You know, the scanning."

"O-oh, that? That was all good, it's pretty much all healed. And I can't engage in sexual activity for 2 more weeks, that doesn't matter to me seeing as I don't exactly have a sexual life."

"Oh that's great! And uh- you do, you just need to find a man to share it with, but a good caring man that will treat you as you should be treated, like a princess. Hint hint, cough cough Michael." He says smirking.

"Hmm.. Yeah, I guess. I'll be with you when I'm ready, nows just not the best time for me."

"You have me if ever you need to talk to someone anyway, okay?" He says as we almost reach the limo.

"Mkay Michael." I reply.

***

"C-can I sleep with you tonight?" Michael asks me as I tie my hair up before getting into bed.

"Of course." I feel as though I'm being a bit harsh by not letting him flirt with me, but if wants to win my heart even more than he already has, I've got to let him have me as he wants.

He turns the lights off and joins me in bed. We face each other. Our eyes remain open, and we lay silently.

He tucks one stray of hair behind my ear, before cupping my cheek with his long, delicate hands.

"I love you." He says, the words I always want to hear him say. My stomach does flips and swarms with butterflies at his statement.

"And I love you too." I reply, ruffling my fingers in his hair, softly smiling.

"Can I kiss you?"

"You may." And with that he rolls me over flat and lays atop of me, his lightweight, muscular torso flat against mine, cradling both my cheeks in his palms and smashes his lips onto mine, I feel so in love, the kiss is passionate, I never want it to end. I find myself giggling in-between this amazing sensation he bestowed upon me. He continuously pecks my lips before crashing them on again for a long, long time, intertwining our tongues. My heart pounds for his love, he warms my body. He finally rolls back over to his original position in his side.

"That was amazing, Michael."

"I thought so too, I can't get enough of your lips . So, how come you let me?"

"I miss your touch, Michael. I really do. Every night I fall asleep thinking about you, but my mind tells me I'm not ready for love yet. God forbid I go through hell again, my hearts not ready yet, it fears of shattering to pieces again."

"Babygirl... I can heal your heart, if you let me in. I love you so so much Allison Skylars, just let me in."

My heart flutters when he calls me babygirl, that's so bad boy lover lingo, and I love it.
However, I can almost feel his heart aching when he's asking me to let him have my heart for his. I feel guilty for not allowing him to love me how he wants to, it's hurting him. But my heart is frightened of the possible injuries that may be yet to come.

"I like it when you call me that." I admit to him. Suddenly, he leans over so close to my ear, his hot damp breath warming my earlobes, he whispers oh so seductively, "Babygirl?".

I feel my womanhood warm up at his touch and body language. Out of the blue, a moan escapes my lips, I yearn for him, emotionally and physically. I need him, I want him now.

I don't respond to his question, instead I cup his cheeks and smash my lips onto his with lust and passion. I want him now.

"M-Michael, I need you.." I moan whisper.
I get on top of him, kissing him lustfully, whilst my other hand occupies his manhood. I cup his manhood, squeezing it oh so softly, rubbing it with my thumbs, causing a grunt to escape his quivering lips. I slide my hand into his pants, feeling his bare skin hardness, rubbing it to the tip, I feel his body jerk underneath me. I feel myself pre-cumming in my pants, see what this man does to me! I continue kissing his plump lips, moving my tongue skilfully alongside it. That is, until he turns his head to the side and sits up. My heart sinks at this action.

"W-we can't." He says looking down.

"Why not?" I say rather upset and very embarrassed.

"No! It's not that I didn't like it, t-that was great, it turns me on to see you confident, don't get me wrong..." He chuckles hesitantly.

"Then what?" I say lying back down annoyed.

He grabs my arm and pulls me onto my side to face him.

"I care about you and your well-being, the doc said 2 more weeks, until then, no sex."

"But, I don't care Michael, I've never had real sex- in other words, made love before, and I just really want it to be with you."

"I promise I'd never do anything to hurt you. I love you, babygirl, okay? Two weeks, and I'm all yours, or should I say you're all mine." He smirks.

I chuckle at his statement, "Okay."

"You should get some sleep, angel."

"Okay babyboy." I reply, turning the opposite direction as he cradles me.

I doze off into a deep sleep, completely forgetting that I'm carrying a child.