Disclaimer: I do not own sex and the city or the characters in it.

In that old coffee shop, sat the four women who made Carrie Bradshaw's column a success. There was Carrie of course, Samantha Jones, Miranda Hobbes, and Charlotte York. The past seven years have only brought the gals closer but in a way different then ever before. Charlotte was in her second marriage with a beautiful two year-old daughter which she and her husband Harry adopted from China. Miranda was married as well, as cynical as she was. She had an unplanned three-year-old son who she did love very much. Samantha had given up her infamous-casual-sex-lifestyle to be with Smith Jerrod, a young, male model. She also had one hell of a battle with breast-cancer. She had a recent operation believed to have removed the last of it. As for Carrie, she had rekindled a dimmed flame with a changed Mr. Big. They were going places this time around.

Charlotte dozed in her chair.

"Charlotte? Wake up; you'll get eggs Benedict all over your blouse." Samantha inquired from across the table.

"I'm sorry girls, Maylin's been sick with the flu. Last night she had a fever of 102 degrees. We were up all night. I thought about bringing her to the ER but Harry talked me out of it." She sighed. "He made me leave this morning just to get out of the house. I'm so glad that I finally have a man that's, well, perfect." She smiled sincerely behind tired eyes.

"I'm sorry to hear about your baby. If it makes you feel any better I was up all night myself. Unfortunately I wasn't getting fucked this time. Smith's been good about it but the chemo just won't let me enjoy a night sleep… or fucking for that matter." Samantha dropped her fork unto her plate noisily.

Carrie looked sorrowful at her friend. "Still no sex-drive? How much longer will they keep you on the chemo?"

"I have one last appointment to be sure its gone and I'm off the anti-fuck meds. I just have to go for monthly follow ups for the next six to eight months."

"I'm so glad it's almost over Samantha." Miranda chimed in.

"Miranda," Charlotte began, "I may have to cancel for next week if Maylin isn't feeling better."

"It's okay Charlotte, Brady won't know the difference."

"We'll I'm meeting Big for lunch. I need to go home and shower." Carrie stood to leave.

"Any sign of Flow yet?" Miranda asked her.

She shook her head with an awkward look and slunk out of the coffee shop.

Lunch with Big went well as always, as of late. He invited her back to his apartment for desert as they strolled down Main Street.

"What do ya got?" She smiled slyly as she hung on his arm lazily.

He chuckled "Well I don't know, there's some whip cream in the fridge. Is that enough?"

She laughed loudly. "Perfect." She whispered sensually.

His tongue swirled in and out of her moist sheath. Her legs quivered as she moaned in orgasm. Big had been better than ever, lately. When he was through with her, she could hardly breathe. Once she did catch her breath, they made love. He entered her gently with slow, teasing thrusts. Then he picked up the pace as she moaned loudly. They came at the same time. Carrie laid in his arms, breathing heavily.

"How was that, kid?" He smiled.

"Amazing!" was all she could say.

Later that night at her apartment, Carrie paced the floor nervously.

"It's been ten minutes already, how long until…" She mumbled to herself as a result showed on the test, clear as day.

Not pregnant.

She sighed with relief. She was almost, slightly disappointed. But Carrie knew that she wasn't a baby person. She didn't think that she would ever have one; not planned at least. When she went to the bathroom about an hour later, she a small red stain on her panties.

"Great, thirteen bucks down the drain. Where were you three hours ago?" She scolded her menstrual cycle.

She cleaned herself up and strolled over to her computer. She lit a cigarette as it booted up.

'Why is it Samantha, the real sex-addicted addition to our group must be punished when I, the cliché single New York writer am having the greatest sex of all time? Maybe it's because she's had her thunder and it's time for someone else to step in; or maybe it's because things, life-styles, like people are just ever changing.'

She exhaled a drag as she thought of how her Mr. Big has changed. He really did.