The next week for you both was stressful. Rick hovered a great deal, but in a weird silent way you found out of place and awkward. Every stare felt like a judgmental glance and it made you want to curl up in bed and hide under the covers. You were insanely scared and sought his support, but he never was good at being comforting. Most he could offer was to be there physically, even allowing his dominant side to be under lock and key and it made you feel like an equal. It was somewhat nice, but you knew deep down it was because he couldn't stand the thought of having another child.

You began to fear the possible decision to abort so much one day, it broke you up inside, leaving you to pathetically curl into his chest and cry for a good hour or so. Rick said nothing, just held you close, unsure of what to do to fix it. You just appreciated him putting up with you.

Every day felt like a constant, bland routine of the same thing with little changes, only more fearful every time. The worry ate you up inside more than anyone could ever know. You had always been scared over the very thought of bearing children. You honestly loved that Rick came inside you every time, you loved the feeling of him throbbing inside of you as he did, as well as the idea of marking you as his with it. it was intimate, possessive, and just sexy... but you didn't want this.

Another part of you was scared Rick may not want you after this whole ordeal, with the way you acted and the way he'd look at you when you'd pass him by without so much as a touch. He was a hard man to read, so you were unsure if he was truly worried or thinking bad of you. Horrible anxiety would flare up when you thought of him leaving you, turning you into a clutter of nerves and sadness. You'd swear on your grave, on your everything, on your entire body, life, spirit and soul that no matter what, you truly loved him. It was an obsession, a need. Every bit of him was perfect, and you wouldn't dream of yourself belonging to anyone else. Even his flaws were no hindrance to your feelings. Even if he abused you, you'd worship the ground he walks on, hoping even for the privilege of licking his shoes clean. If he really didn't want you after this, it would break you. You were more certain of that than anything.

He spent a lot of time out with his grandkids and daughter the last few days, but he'd still allow you to text him whenever convenient for him. You'd pretty much talk nonsense but it kept you grounded, going, and even hoping.

Finally, when day five arrived, you were prepared. You walked home from work and drank a shit ton of water before taking the test. In this moment, the reality of the situation hit you like a ton of bricks, and you felt silent tears spill from your eyes as you waited for the screen to change, begging against all odds for it to come out in your favor. The calibration felt like it took for fucking ages, you felt pretty much every second scrape at your patience, heart pounding in your ears. Around you, it felt like nothing else existed.

When the screen finally changed, it flashed negative.

You instantly let out a breath that you didn't realize you were holding, sobbing in relief and happiness as the weight of stress you had been carrying on your shoulders for a solid week melted away. You nearly ran to Rick's place in a frenzy. The garage door was open and you bolted through it to see him... glorious, beautiful him, working away at his desk. As he turned toward you, you nearly jumped into his arms, holding tightly as you sobbed into his seemingly frail in the moment body, happy once more.

"I'm not pregnant!" You wailed to him, needing him to know. "I'm n-not, I-i'm not pregnant, baby..." You sniffled as you rubbed your cheek into his form, breathing in his scent and sweat and vigor mixed with the tang of your tears. The euphoria of the moment mixed with his scent was so welcoming after what you'd been through that you ate it up. You felt him reciprocate the embrace and gently shush you.

"Shh, shhh baby, we don't need the whole neighborhood to know." He sounded relieved as well, and you felt more elated than you had in months. You could hear his heartbeat thrum in his chest as you sniveled and cried, trying your best to avoid getting mucus on his shirt.

The embrace died down as you stopped crying, dissolving into affectionate kisses and gentle touches. Your heart thundered in excitement as things gradually escalated, eventually leading to Rick leaning down to leave soft kisses on your lips and face before transcending down your jaw and neck. You arched over the sensation like a needy cat and Rick pulled away to look at you, and with a simple look, you both understood each other. He pulled you through the house and upstairs and into his bedroom before anything else could be communicated, and as soon as the door lock was turned, he threw his lab coat aside, pouncing on you like predator on prey. Sloppy kisses and affectionate bites took you over and you welcomed it all, drinking it in as he grabbed you all over, as if you were the only anchor he had to the earth. He backed you into his bed and laughed when you let out a surprised yelp, straddling you and touching, kissing, licking, marking as much skin as he could. He took his time before both of you got nude, relying somewhat on just you both enjoying each other's bodies, scents, spirits in an almost romantic way. He let you remove your shirt and visibly shuddered at the sight, attacking you with his mouth as your bra fell from your shoulders. He left a hickey on one of your bare breasts, and you saw his pants tent as he did, clearly overeager from the lack of sexual activity in recent days, but he didn't let it show, seeming to simply want to enjoy you. When he backed away, he pulled his own shirt off his body swiftly, discarding it on the floor without care, and you sighed when he resumed his actions, finally feeling his wounded terrain of skin grace yours. You had longed for this intimacy between each other for what felt like years, and you were butter between his fingers when you felt him licking your neck.

"F-fuck, Rick, I need you..." You laced your legs around him, attempting to grind on him and give yourself some sort of relief. He took over instead, however, leaving gentle affectionate pecks across your jaw and grunting when he rubbed his clothed erection against your own clothed cunt. He felt painfully hard, and you keened. He sounded like he was trying not to cum right there.

When the pants finally came off, you were soaked, even just being vanilla. There was too much of an air of pure bliss to switch over to kink, and you guessed Rick was reading you like a book. Rick, meanwhile, hissed when his erection was finally released from the confines of his pants. It was practically weeping with precum and created a wet spot in his underwear that made you shudder when you saw it.

Rick didn't enter immediately, teasing both of you more by engaging in wet grinding. It got to the point where Rick almost accidentally slipped inside of you that he finally pressed his tip against your velvety entrance. He gripped your hips as he slid in slowly (Clearly against his instincts), and you felt him twitch within you when you cried out in pleasure. Once he was fully sheathed, his head once again rested at your shoulder and you felt him grip your hand in his, before he finally began to buck his hips. He fucked you slow, allowing for his dick to glide over your G-spot in a steady rhythm that only made your crying out more desperate. Rick attempted to swallow down his approval, but you could feel all of it pretty much being spelled out entirely by his own cock, currently sheathed within you. It would twitch and throb in such a way that you could feel his praise and how much he was loving this just by him fucking you. It was beautiful, he was beautiful, and your heart seemed to stop when he met your lips again and you saw his expression. Pure, unhindered raw emotion danced somewhere in his eyes, and you saw him crumble into complete desire.

He quickened the pace of his hips, muttering praise against your lips and face as he left gentle kisses against your delicate skin and gripped your hand even tighter. Delicious, almost unbearable pressure built inside of you from the sheer fullness. You were sighing and moaning your approval, willing him to know how bad you wanted it, how great he felt. You could feel it turning him on, as if in this moment of passion, you were sharing the exact same thoughts. Your hearts seemed to beat as one as you gave all of yourself to him, begging, pleading him to go faster in this moment. He didn't disappoint. Your back arched as you felt him breathe foreign words of praise, and somehow you swore you could understand them. You clenched down on him when you realized he was uttering Spanish.

"Joder, Joder, te adoro, Joder..." He clamped down hard with his teeth and you swore you were bleeding, you began crying out.

"F-fuck, fuck, Rick, f-fuck me!" your legs quaked and he growled, beginning to pound into you.

"Venga, v-venga... come on, baby, f-fuck... let go, cum on my dick, baby."

You stiffened, hand reaching down to tease your clit with any remaining will you had left. Rick seemed to consume you as you finally did as he asked. He let out a tortured moan of approval as you rippled around him, and he too spilled after only a thrust or two more. He gave both of you a moment, allowing your now sensitive nerves to settle around his member. Your heart thrummed in elation as you panted, bringing a delicate kiss to his temple. He found himself then, bringing his mouth to cover your entire face in sweet, almost genuine-feeling kisses. You were over the moon.

You made sure you took double the pills afterward before you crawling into bed with him. He was on his phone again as you embraced his body, just wanting to be close to him. There was a pause before you spoke.

"I'm really happy..." You confess, unable to keep from smiling, even while not looking at him.

Rick made a noise as if he were unsure how to react. You held him tighter.

That was your man.