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Lottie sat on the edge of the bathtub, unmoving, shell shocked. Staring at the two Little red lines that mocked her. 

It’s not like she was even sleeping around. She definitely didn’t make a habit of having unprotected sex. Hell, she hadn’t had sex in just over a month! After two weeks straight of waking up to run to the toilet and her breasts becoming painfully sensitive she knew a test had to be done, even though she assumed there was no chance she could possibly be pregnant. 

She wracked her brain as to how this could have happened. The last time she slept with someone she was pretty drunk, but surely not drunk enough to forget to use a condom, although the memory was a little fuzzy. 

To make matters worse the last person she slept with, and the only possible baby daddy, was none other than Natalie Scatorccio. A girl who was notoriously unable to get her life together even at the age of 26. She had spent most weeks locked away in her apartment doing god knows what. Only to return to work, usually to be called into the bosses office and fired that same day. That was until she left.

Lottie and Nat had been regularly sleeping together all through college and during the majority of their adult life, that was until just under a year ago when, Nat being Nat, ran for the hills for reasons unknown to Lottie. 

It wasn’t like they only had sex, they were close. Lottie was probably the only person on the face of the earth who truly knew Nat. If you asked Lottie to describe their relationship, she would have said “it’s complicated”. If you asked Nat, she would have said, “we’re friends with benefits.” 

Lottie never pushed, never asked what they were or expressed her feelings. She knew Nat needed simple, she needed to feel like she wasn’t relied on by anyone and vice versa. 

Then Nat ran. She never told anyone why, never told anyone where to. She just ran.

Lottie asked herself why, she asked herself if it was her fault, if she said something, did something to push Nat away. Every time she came up empty. After weeks of unanswered texts and calls. She gave up. 

The thoughts of the night they met again for the second time, returned to her in fragments, the fuzziness around the edges slowly clearing as she recalled that night. 

===*===

After a particularly stressful day at her office, spending the majority of her day with her youngest patient and practically talking her off the ledge for over two hours, she sure as hell needed a drink. 

She sat alone at the bar, the tension finally leaving her shoulders as she sipped her third martini. The tension was quick to return as she spotted the blonde shaggy mullet at the bottom end of the bar with a glass of whisky in her hand. 

Lottie stared for a moment, ensuring her if her eyes were deceiving her. Unfortunately, the moment it became painfully clear it was in fact Nat, was when she turned to meet her. 

Lottie rapidly twisted her head back towards her martini and prayed to god for the ground to swallow her whole. Her cheeks burned pink and she wished she hadn’t looked away so fast, instead holding eye contact to assert dominance and prove she wasn’t affected by her absence. 

Lottie decided she would go over there and act completely natural, one last attempt at saving her dignity, which looking back now was probably a terrible idea. 

“Hey stranger.” Lottie chirped, placing a gentle yet friendly hand on Nat’s shoulder to get her attention, as though her insides weren’t vibrating with anxiety. 

“Oh hey,” Nat rasped, turning in on the barstool to meet her. “I was gonna come say hi, but I figured your terrible attempt at pretending you didn’t see me was your way of tell me to get fucked.” 

Lottie huffed out a laugh, it was forced. After all the months Nat had abandoned her for, she wasn’t wrong, she did in fact want Nat to get fucked, and not in a pleasant way. 

“You’re back in town?” Lottie questioned, trying her best to seem unbothered.

“Mhm. Moved in with Kevin for a while, just until I get back on my feet.” Nat explained, returning to finish off the last sip of her whiskey. 

“You want another?” 

Lottie knew it was a bad idea the moment it left her mouth, but no matter how much she hated the woman in front of her for leaving her the way she did, she couldn’t help how much she had missed her. She couldn’t help wondering if she was okay. 

“You buying, Matthews?” Nat teased, her dimpled showing along with a cheeky grin. 

Lottie rolled her eyes before ordering another whisky for Nat, and another martini for herself. 

“So…What have I missed?” Nat asked, probably just making conversation considering Lottie had paid for her drink. 

“Not much. Jackie and Shauna finally moved in together. They still fight like crazy but,” Lottie shrugged, taking a sip of her drink, “whatever works for them I guess.”

“What about you? You seeing anyone?” Nat asked, quieter now. Lottie could see her visibly trying to hide the real reason she would ask such a question. She took the bait anyway. 

“Nope. Been too busy with work.” Lottie knew better than to admit the real reason she hadn’t even so much as slept with another person since Nat left. The real reason being the heartbreak had Lottie swearing off women for a while to focus on picking up the pieces Nat left behind. 

“You?” 

Lottie wasn’t sure she wanted to hear the answer to that question, but she asked it nevertheless. 

Nat shook her head, swallowing a gulp of whisky, “Nah. You and I both know I turn pretty much every relationship I touch into a steaming pile of shit.” 

Nat admitting what they had was a relationship had Lottie’s heart racing. She tried her best not to allow herself to fall back into Nat, assuming she had changed for the 1000th time. Lottie’s heart ached, no matter how much she wanted to rip Nat’s head off, she still cared for her, loved her even. 

The rest of the conversation was honestly a blur, one drink turned into two, then three, then Lottie lost count. 

The last moment at the bar she could recall was both women giggling childishly as they stumbled their way out of the door. 

One minute she was falling into an uber, the next she was naked, her pussy smearing across Nat’s face as she scratched the headboard with her nails, holding herself up as she rode. 

Her moans were already falling out of her mouth liberally, it had been far too long since someone had touched her, since someone had put their mouth on her. She was already close, the alcohol infused frizziness of her brain only amplified by her incoming orgasm.

Nat wasn’t exactly silent either. If Lottie allowed herself time to dream, she would think Nat had missed her, groaning and moaning into her pussy as she grasped at her thighs, pulling her closer. 

“Just like that, baby. Right there.” Lottie babbled, her thighs tensing as her movements began to stutter.

Naturally, Nat wanted more, she wanted to taste her straight from the source. She pushed her face deeper, forcing her tongue up into Lottie’s cunt, feeling her walls quiver around the intrusion. 

Nat moaned in response, her fingers now squishing into the soft flesh of Lottie’s thighs, holding her right where she needed her. She wrapped her lips around her aching clit -just how she remembered Lottie liking- and sucking audibly. 

She wasn’t wrong, Lottie did still like it. With one final roll of her hips, Lottie threw her head back in a silent scream. Her hand fell from the headboard and into Nat’s hair, using her face to ride out her climax. 

Nat’s tongue didn’t relent, not until Lottie’s body began to sag and flinch with over stimulation. Only then did she allow her head to flop back onto the pillow with a sigh, catching her breath.

Lottie took a moment before sliding down Nat’s body, running her hands along a new scar that spread across her ribs. She settled with her legs straddling Nat’s hips, lowering her head to meet her in a kiss, tasting herself on the other woman's lips.

Their lips pressed against each other sloppily, along with the rest of their drunk movements. Lottie’s hand slid down between their bodies, grasping at the familiar length between Nat’s legs. 

The moment she fisted Nat’s cock, she groaned, feeling it throbbing under her palm. 

“You have a condom?” Lottie murmured against Nat’s mouth, still not breaking the kiss. 

“Oh erm… I thought you took the pill?” Nat questioned, her brows furrowed as she pulled back. “Not that you need to take the pill or anything, I’m just saying I thought you were- but it’s fine I can find a condom. I’m sure Kevin will have some, it’s not like he’s getting laid.” She rambled nervously. 

Lottie chuckled lightly, “Relax. I haven’t taken it in a while, it’s not like I’ve needed it.”

Nat did her best to hide her excitement at hearing Lottie hadn’t been sleeping with anyone else since she left. Not that she deserved to feel that way. 

“Now go find a condom.” Lottie commanded, swinging her leg over to lay beside Nat, finishing up with a playful slap to her ass. 

Nat stumbled up and ran out the bedroom. Lottie giggled as her naked ass jiggled on her way out. 

She lay there for a moment, the room still spinning as she waited for Nat’s return. She sat up on her elbows, looking around the room. It was pretty much empty, unlived in. There was a duffle bag on the floor but that was about it. 

Right one queue, Nat returned, holding the condom up victoriously, still breathless from her run down the hallway. 

“Jesus Christ. How old is that thing?” Lottie giggled, staring at the wrapper, most of the writing worn off over time.

Nat shrugged, “Fuck knows. Like I said, Kevin never gets laid.” 

“Get over here and put it to use.” Lottie teased, laying herself back on the bed and spreading her long golden legs. 

Nat practically jumped into bed, both women drunkenly giggling as they settled into position.

The blonde ripped the packet open with her teeth, flinching as Lottie’s hand fisted her length and began to tug, running her hand up and down, pausing every time she made it to the head, twisting her palm around it before continuing. 

“I can’t focus with you doing that.” Nat mumbled, groaning as she relished in the soft, warm hand jerking her off.

“Can I do it?” Lottie asked, her hand still moving teasingly up and down Nat’s cock.

Nat handed her the condom and threw the wrapper haphazardly onto the floor.

Without a word Lottie lined the tip up with the head and rolled the condom down in one long stroke, squeezing lightly at the base.

“You ready, baby?” Lottie purred, her hand still wrapped around Nat’s painfully hard cock.

She nodded once before positioning herself between Lottie’s spread legs, taking her dick from Lottie and lining herself up.

The moment the tip pressed into her cunt, Lottie’s eyes rolled into the back of her skull, gasping as the stretch. 

God, I’ve missed this, I’ve missed you. She thought, but knew better than to say out loud, even in her drunken state.

Instead she settled on reaching a hand to Nat’s ass and pulling her in, encouraging her to push deeper inside. 

Nat continued to bury herself inside Lottie’s pulsating walls, inch by agonising inch. 

“So fuckin’ tight.” Nat hissed between clenched teeth, praying to god she could hold it together long enough not to embarrass herself.

Before they knew it, Nat was buried balls deep inside her, grinding her hips until they were flush with Lottie’s. 

She allowed her a moment to adjust, resting, unmoving until she could feel Lottie’s hips lifting with a whimper. 

“Please,” she whispered, her breath tickling against her ear. 

Nat didn’t reply, instead she began to move, rolling her hips back before pressing up and forwards, just how Lottie used to like it. Clearly she still liked it, her breathy moans being all Nat needed to hear as confirmation. 

She picked up the pace, gyrating her hips forwards with pin-point accuracy, the head of her cock grinding against Lottie’s g-spot and up into her cervix. 

“Fuck,” Lottie moaned, less breathy now, more urgent. “You feel so good.”

Her nails raked down Nat’s back, leaving angry red lines in their wake. Part of her wanted to leave a mark, something to remind Nat she was here the moment this was over and she had to leave. 

“Harder, baby.” Lottie panted, lifting her hips up insistently, wrapping her legs around Nat’s waist and locking her ankles. 

“God, you’re practically fucking yourself on me, Lot.” Nat mused in awe, lifting her chest higher to watch her hips lifting and falling, sliding herself on and off her cock. 

“Then fuck me harder.” Lottie huffed, her legs tensing and un-tensing at the pace she wanted. 

“You want it harder?” Nat teased, already setting herself up on her heels and lifting Lottie’s long legs up onto her shoulders, wrapping her arms around them in a bear hug. 

“Yes. That’s what I fucking said isn’t it? Now come on. Fuck me like you mean it.” Lottie practically growled, her patience growing thin. 

Naturally Nat began to move, really move. Her hips slapped against Lottie’s ass as she ploughed herself deeper and deeper inside her needy cunt. 

“Like that? That what you wanted? Still such a greedy fuckin slut for me, huh?” Nat grunted, her hips never faltering as she huffed, lifting Lottie up a little higher by her legs, her ass now up off the bed so Nat could get up onto her knees and fuck with even more force. She continued to bear hug her legs, holding her right where she wanted her. 

“FUCK!” Lottie practically screamed -thank god Kevin wasn’t home- her eyes rolled into the back of her head once again, turning her head to the side and biting into her own hand that was gripping the pillow. “Right there. Fuck, there!” Lottie sobbed, practically drooling down the side of her hand.

“Yeah, you fuckin love it don’t you. God, I missed this pussy.” Nat growled, slamming her hips forward harder still. 

Lottie’s chest fluttered. She tried her hardest not to read into the things Nat said when she was drunk, especially when mixed with being inside her. She couldn’t help how she felt hearing Nat said she missed her. Well, her pussy. But it still had the same effect. 

Lottie reached her hand up, desperate for something to ground her, her nails dug into Nat’s forearm that was still wrapped tightly around her thighs. 

Lottie wanted her to take that fucking condom off and let her feel her. Really feel her. Even drunk, even with her impending, long awaited orgasm she knew better. 

“Don’t stop,” Lottie rambled, “don’t fucking stop. I’m so fucking close. You’re gonna make me fuc-“ before she could finish, her back arched up off the bed, her teeth baring down on her hand so hard it was sure to leave a bruise. Her climax hit her with force, her cunt clenching in time with every powerful thrust. “NAAAAT!” She yelped, her fingers on Nat’s arm now for sure drawing blood. 

Nat didn’t give one single fuck, she continued her rhythm, pressing her cock into every sensitive spot she knew all too well inside her. She held on for dear life, desperate to draw every last ounce of pleasure out of Lottie before allowing herself to come. 

The moment Lottie’s body turned slack, Nat could almost feel the come throbbing up her shaft. 

“Gonna fill you up,” she mumbled, “fill up this tight fuckin’ pussy and make it all mine.” 

With one more forceful press of her hips, she came. Sadly pumping her hot come inside the condom. Still, she buried herself as deep as possible, almost on instinct. 

===*===

“Fuck.” Lottie muttered to herself, still staring at the two red lines as it dawned on her. “That old ass condom.” 

Lottie felt sick to her stomach, from the sheer, unrelenting anxiety, and the morning sickness ravishing her insides.

Why on earth was it called morning sickness anyway? It’s 7pm! 

She jumped up from the edge of the bathtub, trying her best to keep whatever wanted to come up, down. 

Once the sickness passed she found herself pacing the room. Her mind was a buzzing whir of dread. 

She picked up her phone, chasing the most responsible person she knew. Tai. Her finger hovered over the call button as she gathered her thoughts. 

She should probably tell the baby daddy first. They were supposed to be the second person to find out about this kind of thing. But what the fuck do you do when the baby daddy is a fucked up mess who broke your heart one too many times and has a habit of running when things get tough?

Should she just get an abortion and tell no one, that way this would all be over, like it never happened. 

She tapped away at her phone, googling, “when is it too late to get an abortion?” 

Okay. I still have time. Okay that’s option one. 

Option two is, call Nat and tell her and she undoubtedly runs for the hills and she’s left back to option one or I guess option three which is, raise this baby alone. 

Fuck, option three was terrifying. Nope. No option three. Option three doesn’t exist. 

I guess option three could be, call Tai and have her help decide between option one and option two. 

Option three is sounding pretty great right now. 

She finally hit call. 

“Hey Lot, what’s up?” Tai’s voice crackled through the speaker. 

“Can you come over? I’m about 5 seconds away from a full blown meltdown right now.” Lottie stuttered out, panic written all over her tone. 

“Okay, okay yeah. Are you okay? What’s happened?” 

“I really don’t want to have this conversation over the phone. Can you just hurry up and get over here, please?”

About 20 minutes later, Tai arrived. 

“Jesus, you look like shit.” Tai greeted her as she pushed her way into her apartment. 

“Thanks. I feel like it.” Lottie mumbled, her cheeks still tear stained from her meltdown. 

Tai flopped herself down onto the couch with a huff and tapped the seat next to her. 

“So what’s going on?” Tai questioned as Lottie took a seat, anxiously playing with the rings on her fingers. 

“So… fuck. This is harder than I thought it would be so I’m going to just come out and say it.” Lottie took a deep breath, lowering her eyes to her hands. “I’m pregnant.”

When Lottie finally looked up, Tai’s eyes were almost popping out of her head. 

“Yeah. So I’m freaking the fuck out.” Lottie continued, anxiously filling the silence. “Please say something. Tell me what the hell I'm supposed to do.” 

“Okay. Just let me think.” Tai replied, rubbing at her temples. “Firstly, how?” 

“Well… that’s kinda another issue all together.” Lottie quietly mumbled. 

“No.” Tai almost gasped, standing and pacing around the room. “Do not say what I think you’re going to say.”

“Well that depends what you think I’m going to say.” Lottie stalled. 

“Well Van told me Nat’s returned from the dead and now you’re sat here telling me you’re knocked up!” 

Lottie didn’t reply with words, instead she offered a weak smile that said, “yeah I’m sorry please fix this mess for me.” 

“Jesus Christ.” Tai sighed before returning to her seat beside Lottie, placing a reassuring hand on her knee. 

“Tai, what the fuck am I doing to do?” Lottie whimpered, burying her head in her hands. 

“I don’t know, I mean… how far along are you?” Tai asked. 

“Just over a month I think, so I still have time to… you know, go to the clinic.” Lottie explained, returning her attention to her rings. 

“Well, do you want to keep it?” 

“I have only just learnt how to take care of myself. How on earth can I raise a baby?” Lottie sniffled, the tears returning in full force. 

“Well whatever you decide to do, I’m here for you. But you have to tell Nat, you realise that right?” Tai spoke quietly, almost too scared to break the news that the baby daddy would have to be notified about said baby.

Lottie did realise that. She didn’t want to, but she knew she would have to. 

“Tai, she’s going to majorly freak out.” 

“Yeah, she will.” Tai agreed with a sigh, “But she’ll calm down. She might even surprise you. Just tell her, give her some time, then see where things go from there. You’re only a month or so in, you still have time.”

Tai held out her arms, offering a hug to Lottie that she happily accepted as she wept into her shoulder. 

“My dad’s going to fucking kill me.” Lottie sobbed, her voice muffled by Tai’s jumper. 

“Yeah. I’m afraid I can’t help with that one, babe.”

===*===

Lottie spent the next two days in a state of unwavering anxiety. She could hardly even hear her clients for the majority of their sessions, her brain almost fully checked out in order to handle the thought of telling Nat, of deciding what the hell she was going to do. 

She wanted to be brave and tell Nat in person, she really, really did. But the thought of her hearing her initial thoughts on the matter haunted her. 

Instead, she opened up her phone and typed out a text, 

“Hey Nat, so… I’m pregnant. You’re the baby daddy and I’m just letting you know I’m getting rid of it so no need to worry.” 

Okay no, that’s insane. She can’t send that. She backspaced the entire thing and sat staring at the blank text for over an hour. 

Come on Lottie. You’re a grown ass woman. You can do this.

She typed out another text. 

“Hey, can you come over?”

She hit send before she could talk herself out of it. 

The next two hours were the longest of her life. She tried her best to busy herself, knowing Nat could take days to reply, that’s if she replied at all. After cleaning her entire apartment top to bottom and checking her phone almost minutely, she finally heard a buzz. 

She practically tripped over her own feet as she scrambled over to her phone. 

Nat: Sure. OMW! 

It suddenly dawned on Lottie that Nat probably thought this was a booty call. She was about to be very disappointed. 

Lottie paced her apartment, anxiously awaiting Nat’s arrival, rehearsing how the hell she was going to tell her. 

Should she just come right out and say it? Should she barricade the doorway until she can fully explain, that way Nat can’t run? Should she maybe ease her into it? Then again how do you ease someone into telling them you’re pregnant.

The thought did cross Lottie’s mind that maybe if she got Nat into bed and told her right after, when Nat was still blissed out, maybe her reaction might be less abrasive. She knew that was a terrible idea the moment it entered her head, but the knock on the door almost made her think that was a brilliant idea.

She took a deep breath and opened the door, “Hey.” 

“Hey, Lot.” Nat greeted, already pressing forwards for a kiss.

Yeah, Lottie was right, she thought this was a booty call.

“Wait.” Lottie snapped, pushing a hand against Nat’s chest. “We need to talk.”

Nat looked terrified, Lottie already knew what she thought this conversation was going to be. Some confession of love or a request for the kind of commitment she never received a year ago. Little did she know this was about to be so much worse.

“Just come in and sit down, please.” Lottie stepped aside allowing Nat to walk into the apartment and take a seat on the couch.

Lottie sat beside her, the tears stinging her eyes as she held them back. Her hands were shaking so much she had to put them under her thighs just so Nat wouldn’t notice.

“Lot?” Nat spoke up.

Lottie finally raised her head to look at Nat, her tears falling the moment they made contact. 

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Nat cooed, reaching out a hand to rub aimless patterns on Lottie’s back.

Lottie shook her head, lowering it once again, placing her head in her hands. Every terrible way this conversation could go running riot in Lottie’s mind as she sobbed into her own hands. 

“Please, tell me what’s going on, Lot.” 

“I don’t know how.” Lottie hiccupped, her entire body now shaking with nerves. 

“Just say it. Just tell me what’s going on.” Nat encouraged, her voice soft and reassuring.

Lottie took a deep breath, lifting her head from her hands. With every last ounce of fearlessness she had in her, she finally spoke. 

“I-I’m pregnant.”

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Nat sat with the exact same expression Lottie had days ago when she checked the results of the pregnancy test. Shell shocked. Her mouth gaped wide and her eyes shot out on sticks. 

The silence was deafening. Lottie would have preferred Nat to have a meltdown and call her a ‘cunt’ over the excruatiating silence. 

“Can you say something, please? Like, literally say anything.” Lottie begged. 

Nat cleared her throat and shook her head, bringing herself back to the room. She took a breath, blinking hard, the gears in her mind visibly turning until she finally spoke, “Is it mine?”

Lottie couldn’t believe the question, she spent a solid ten minutes thinking, and that's what she went with? She was still thankful the silence was broken. “Of course it’s yours, why on earth would I be telling you this right now if it wasn’t?”

Nat continued to shake her head in disbelief, “How is that even possible?” She whispered, almost as though she was asking herself more than posing the question to Lottie. 

“Well Nat, when two people have sex, things like this can happen.” Lottie deadpanned with an eye roll.  

“No.” Nat huffed, “I mean how? We used a condom. I was drunk, but not THAT drunk.”

“You mean that antique condom that belongs in a museum from the bottom of Kevin’s drawer?” Lottie snarked, as if she hadn’t also spent a solid hour trying to wrack her head around how this happened. 

“Fuck.” Nat groaned, rubbing her temples with the tips of her fingers. 

“Yeah, ‘fuck’ is right.” 

After another slightly less charged bout of silence, Nat spoke up again. “I mean… what do you want to do?”

“You say that like I have a choice.” Lottie replied mournfully. 

Nat’s expression softened, “Of course you have a choice. It’s up to you what you do.” 

Lottie scoffed, her blood suddenly boiling with rage. “What choice do I have? Keep the baby so you can leave it? So you can come and go as you please while I take care of it until you decide to come back and play daddy?” 

Nat physically flinched at the outburst, Lottie never raised her voice, especially not with Nat. She was always the calm and collected one, the one to defuse situations not escalate them. “What? No. I’m just saying it’s your choice, Lottie.”

”Too right it’s my fucking choice. I’ll deal with this, the same way I dealt with everything in the last year! On my fucking own!” Lottie could feel her temperature rising by the second, her voice raising in both volume and pitch. 

“Okay.” Nat nodded, as though she had just figured everything out, as though suddenly everything made sense. “I’m starting to think this whole thing is more about me leaving you, than it is about the baby.”

Now Lottie was standing, pacing around the room to prevent herself from slapping that look straight off Nat’s face. Even though she was right, how dare she? The thought that her anger was partly due to her raging hormones did cross her mind, but she didn’t care. She was finally getting everything off her chest, an entire year of pent up anger all coming out in one long stream of aggression. 

“It’s about everything Nat!” Lottie yelled, waving her hands around in frustration. “You fucking left me. I’m not going to have this baby so you can leave it as well. Because guess what I learnt Nat.” Lottie’s voice dropped from a yell to a far more sinister low tone. “No amount of love is ever going to be enough to keep you around, and trust me when I say I wish I didn’t love you. I swallowed that shit down for years. FOR YOU!” She shouted, her voice rising again as she worked herself back up. 

She took a moment to catch her breath before continuing. “I figured if I didn’t say it, if I didn’t spook you, then you might stick around. But even that wasn’t enough for you, was it? So don’t worry. You will be happy to hear I'm going to the clinic. Alone.”

Nat sat with the expression of a kicked puppy, her eyes threatening to water. 

“I think I should go.” She whispered, not trusting her voice. 

Lottie burst out laughing, not the kind of laugh that bubbles up when you find something funny, the borderline manic kind of laughter. “Yeah. Of course you do.”

Nat could only handle so much before she finally raised her emotional level to Lottie’s. “Lottie what the fuck do you want from me?”

Lottie’s tears were now streaming down her face, in sadness, and in anger. “I wanted you to stick around. I wanted you to love me enough to get your shit together and to stay. But you left. You fucking left me without a word. Not even a note, not even a fucking text.”

”You think I don’t know what I did? You think I don’t regret it?” Nat thundered back. 

“Doesn’t seem like it.” Lottie snapped back.  

“Yeah. Okay. I’m leaving.” Nat said quietly now, defeated. 

“Good. Get the fuck out! I never want to see you ever again. I was finally okay without you! Now fucking look at me. Does it make you happy to see me like this? Is this what you wanted?” Lottie snarled, pointing at her tear streaked face to emphasise her point. 

“Of course it’s not what I wanted? Is that really how highly you think of me? You think I’m some feelingless robot?” Nat knew she hurt her, but she still couldn’t believe the things Lottie was saying. 

“Just get the fuck out.” Lottie sighed, finally over this conversation that was on a one way track to nowhere.  

When Nat made no effort to actually leave, she raised her voice once more, “GET THE FUCK OUT!”

The moment the door was slammed shut, Lottie dropped to her knees, weeping into her hands in sorrow. She sobbed and sobbed until she had no more tears to shed, eventually taking herself to bed to sleep away the misery. 

===*===

The next few days were hell. Lottie spent every 30 minutes she had between patients crying to herself in her office, leaving just enough time to clean herself up before her next client arrived. 

It was finally the day Lottie had been dreading. The day she went to the clinic. Part of her was excited for all of this to be over. She hadn’t exactly had much time to be happy about the pregnancy, so it wasn’t like she was losing anything. She had managed to keep herself as detached as possible about what this baby would grow into. 

No matter how many times Lottie attempted to reason with herself, that this had to be done, that she didn’t have a choice and this was for the best. She still found herself sitting outside the clinic in her car, staring at the children playing in the park across the street. 

What kind of sick fuck puts a kids park across the road from a clinic? Lottie thought to herself. 

She watched two small girls swinging on the swings, an even smaller child sliding down the side into her dad’s arms. It was almost as if, at this very moment, it dawned on Lottie what this tiny little blob inside her would grow to be. The sudden reality of what she was going to lose settled into the pit of her stomach. 

Before she had much time to process the newfound realisation, her eyes flickered over to a small girl, maybe 5 years old, climbing across the money bars. Lottie noticed one hand detach from the bar. She figured maybe this was that kids party trick, a way to impress the other kids. 

Suddenly, Lottie realised it wasn’t a party trick. The little girl dropped from the monkey bars and into a heap on the floor. Lottie could hear her scream from the other side of the street, even inside her car with the windows shut. She unbuckled her belt and began to shift, tilting her head to look closely to see if anyone was going to help her. 

After a matter of seconds where no one was tending to the little girl, Lottie jumped out of the car and sprinted across the road, not even checking to see if a car was coming. She hopped the fence with the grace of an Olympian and continued her sprint over towards the girl, who was whimpering and holding onto her leg. 

The moment she made contact she crouched to her knees, “Hey, shhh” she cooed, “it’s okay. Have you hurt your leg, sweety?”

The little girl nodded, sniffling lightly as she wiped her runny nose on the back of her hand. 

“Where’s your mommy or daddy?” Lottie soothed, reaching into her pocket and fishing out a tissue to clean the girls face up. 

“Mommy went to get ice cream.” The little girl sniffled, allowing Lottie to wipe her snotty nose. 

“Okay, I’m sure she’ll be back soon.” Lottie scanned the park for a woman with ice cream, coming up empty she continued to distract the girl. “What’s your name?”

“Lilly.” She whispered shyly. 

“Well isn’t that a pretty name. That’s one of my favourite flowers.” Lottie smiled, trying her best to hide her stress in order to keep the girl calm. 

The little girl perked up at that, “They’re my mommy’s favourite.” 

“Well you’re mommy has great taste.” Lottie giggled. 

“Oh my god!” A woman yelped from behind her. Lottie flicked her head around to witness a woman dropping two ice creams to the ground and sprinting over towards them. 

“Here’s your mummy now.” Lottie announced. 

Lilly’s eyes began to water again at the sight of her mom. Watching her true emotions surface at the sight of her mother, realising she was safe to cry, had Lottie’s eyes welling up. 

The moment the mother made it over to them, the little girl sprung up onto her ‘injured’ leg and reached up for her mom to take her in her arms.

“Are you okay, baby? What happened?” The mother cooed, her face laced with worry.

“Hurt’s mama.” The little girl whimpered into her moms shoulder.

“She fell from the monkey bars.” Lottie explained, tears now streaming down her cheeks.

“Oh, erm.. Are you okay?” The mother asked, bobbing side to side to soothe her daughter.

“Yeah. I’m okay.” Lottie sniffled, “Sorry, I probably look crazy right now.”

“No, not at all. Which one’s yours?” The mother smiled, kindly.

For some reason, unknown to Lottie, that made her cry harder, shaking her head, unable to get her words out. “None of them, I was across the street and I noticed her fall.” 

The woman glanced across the street then back again, realisation setting in. “Ah, I see.” The woman hummed, “You’re pregnant?” 

Lottie nodded again, wiping her tears away with the cuffs of her jumper.

“Don’t worry, honey. My hormones were crazy during my first and second trimester. It gets easier. Looks like your mother's instincts have already kicked in though.” The mother reassured with a gentle smile.

That only made Lottie’s tears fall harder, she didn’t want ‘Mothers’s instincts’. That was the last thing she needed when she was about to go over the road and put an end to her baby.

The colour drained from the woman's face as she realised her mistake.

“Oh my god. I’m so sorry.” The mother looked utterly mortified.

“It’s fine. Really. I’m glad your daughter is okay.” Lottie couldn’t take another second in this park. She needed to get out of here and fast before she had a full blown panic attack. 

Lottie practically ran back to her car, her feet moving on auto-pilot. She buckled herself back in and before she realised it she was back home, sitting in the driveway with the engine still running. 

For the first time since she found out she was pregnant she allowed herself to look down at her stomach. She stared for some time, watching as though a baby would kick after just over a month. She tentatively ran her hand over her stomach, “What the hell are we going to do?” She whispered to her stomach.

Just as she stepped into the hallway of her apartment, she felt her phone buzzing in her pocket. She pulled it out to inspect who was calling, deciding to answer after noticing it was Tai.

“Hey.” Lottie sniffled.

“Hey, how’d it go?” Tai’s voice simpered through the speaker. Even through the phone Lottie could hear her empathy.

“It didn’t.” She whimpered, “I couldn’t do it Tai.” 

“Oh god, please don’t tell me you got stopped by one of those crazy religious nuts outside?” Tai groaned, “I told you I should have gone with you.”

“No, nothing like that.” Lottie shook her head as though Tai could see.

“Then what?”

Lottie burst into tears for what felt like the 100th time today, slinging herself onto the sofa with a huff.

“They had a park across the street, Tai. Who the fuck puts a kids park across the street from a clinic? I sat there watching what I was getting rid of.” Lottie wept, “I could have handled that though, then this little girl fell off the monkey bars, she hurt her leg. I couldn’t see her mother so I ran over to check if she was okay. I just started crying Tai. I’m so sick of crying.”

Tai sighed, “I’m so sorry, Lot.”

“That’s not even the worst part. Then her mother comes back and asks if I’m okay. I must have looked a complete and utter mess.” Lottie buried her head in her hands, replaying the embarrassment. “The woman noticed I was pregnant because I was clearly hormonal as fuck, then procided to tell me my ‘mother’s instincts’ had kicked in. How the fuck could I go in there after that?”

“Jesus, Lot. That’s fucked.” 

“Yeah. Beyond fucked.” Lottie agreed.

“Have you spoken to, Nat?” Tai questioned hesitantly, clearly nervous about asking such a question.

“Nope. Last time we spoke I told her I never wanted to see her again, now I’m stuck with her fucking baby.” 

“You realise you have to tell her if you're keeping it though, right?” 

Lottie could feel Tai almost flinching through the phone.

“I know.” She sighed, exhausted.

===*===

Lottie had called Nat several times over the week that followed, they obviously went unanswered, typical Nat. 

Lottie had already made peace with raising this baby alone, no matter how hard that might be. She had spent most days and nights talking to her stomach, a thing that only made going back to the clinic impossible.

She had thought about texting, so that Nat would see she had kept the baby without having to pick up the phone and actually talk, but she knew that wasn't right. She needed to tell her in person.

===*===

Exactly a week later, Nat showed up to Van and Tai’s place looking like hell, still clearly high and drunk off of whatever concoction she had been consuming over the week. Her eyes were dark and hollowed out, surrounded by dark rings due to lack of sleep. She stank of booze and her clothes were stained and ripped in several different places.

“Dude, you look like shit.” Van mumbled, guiding Nat inside to sit on the couch and handing her a class of water so sober up.

“Yeah. I feel like it.” Nat groaned, tasting her first sip of water in god knows how long.

“So… What’s up, buddy?” Van questioned, knowing full well what was up.

Tai emerged from her office, taking one look at Nat and scoffing. “Well look who decided to show up. Where the fuck have you been? Lottie’s been trying to call you all week.” 

“Babe. Come on, I think that’s the last thing she needs to hear right now.” Van muttered, hoping for Tai to be the only one to hear.

“I think she’s had enough of whatever the fuck she thinks she needs.” Tai rolled her eyes before directing her attention back to Nat. “Well?”

“She said she never wanted to see me again, she was right. I figured she was better off without me.” Nat replied, regretfully hanging her head in shame.

“You should have thought about that before you knocked her up.” Tai snapped back.

“You think I don’t know that, Tai? You think I don’t regret all of this, leaving her?” Nat’s voice rose in frustration, “GOD! Why the fuck does everyone think I’m some feelingless monster? Guess what, I have feelings too! I get hurt too!” 

“Difference is Nat, you’re the one doing the hurting.” 

“ENOUGH!” Van shouted uncharacteristically. 

Both women quickly shut up at that, sinking back into themselves like a child who'd just received a scolding.

“This is messed up enough without you two arguing.” Van continued, her voice returning to its usual volume.

“I’m just so sick and tired of everyone acting like I didn’t leave heartbroken too.” Nat breathed out, “I know I fucked up, I know I fuck up a lot, okay? But that doesn’t mean I don’t care. I loved her then and I love her now. Why do you think I left? Why do you think I came back?” 

Tears began to fall down her cheeks, she swiftly wiped them away, shaking her head as if to remove the emotion that was burning her throat.

Van looked over to Tai, her eyes begging her for help. Tai sighed and took a seat beside Nat, rubbing her shaking back comfortingly.

“You need to speak to her, Nat.” She whispered.

Nat shook her head in protest, “She made it pretty clear she didn’t ever want to see me again. I can’t exactly blame her. I should have been there for her, not just this last month, but before. I should never have left, I just freaked out like I always do. I knew eventually she would want more. I don’t know why that scared me so much. I missed her like crazy, I realised all I wanted was more, more of her.”

Tai and Van were honestly speechless, they could hardly recognise the woman in front of them. She sure looked like Nat, but she didn’t sound like her at all.

Eventually Van spoke up, “You need to speak to her, dude.”

“How? She fuckin’ hates me. I don’t even blame her. I left her to get rid of our child, alone!” Nat couldn’t even look at them, she couldn’t bring herself to take in the pity painted on their faces.

Tai spoke up again, “Just stay here tonight, sober up. Then in the morning you need to go and talk to her. There’s a reason she's blowing up your phone, Nat.” 

Nat finally looked up at that, “What do you mean? What reason?” 

“You want to do the right thing?” Tai asked.

Nat nodded in agreement.

“Okay, so go to bed. Sleep. Shower. Then go and see her tomorrow, it's her day off.” 

===*===

Nat rolled up the sleeves of the hoodie she had borrowed from Van, her hands shaking nervously as she stood outside Lottie’s door.

Come on Nat, you can do this. No more fuck-up. Nat psyched herself up.

She hesitantly knocked at the door.

The moment the door swung open, Lottie couldn't believe her eyes, her heart pounding so hard she worried it would burst out of her chest.

“You’re here?” Lottie questioned, her brows furrowed in confusion, “I’ve called you like a hundred times.” 

“I know. I should have picked up, just… You made it pretty clear you never wanted to see me again. Can I come in?”

Lottie stepped aside allowing Nat to enter her apartment. Nat looked around as though she had never been here before, taking in the newer pictures and various paintings scattered across the walls.

“You want something to drink?” Lottie offered, her nerves rattling her bones.

She had planned on having a phone call first, designating a time and place to have this conversation where she could gather herself and prepare before having to admit she's still pregnant.

“Nah, I’m good.” Nat refused, taking a seat on the sofa and lacing her hands together to stop them from shaking.

Lottie followed her lead and sat across the room in her arm chair, also nervously picking at her nails to calm herself.

“So.” Both women spoke at the same time.

“You go first.” Lottie rapidly responded.

“I want to start by saying how sorry I am. For everything. For leaving you like I did, both before and a week ago. I should have stayed. You shouldn’t have had to go through that alone.” Nat murmured, ashamed of herself.

“You should be.” Lottie replied evenly, not angrily or as though she was forgiven. But as though she heard the apology and would think about accepting it at a later date.

“I know. I am.” Nat sighed before continuing, “I went to Van and Tai’s last night, I was a mess. I pretty much had a full scale mental breakdown in their front room.”

Lottie almost prayed that they had let the news slip, just so she wouldn't have to say it.

“I owe you a lot. An explanation.” Nat corrected, “I should have told you the day I left, why I left. I regretted it the moment I walked away.” Nat hung her head low, expressing her feelings was hard. “I thought you wanted more. I knew you wanted more.”

“I never asked for more.” Lottie interrupted.

“I know, but you wanted it, didn't you?”

“I just wanted you, Nat. However you came. It didn’t matter to me, I just wanted you around.”

“I know what I did was stupid, I promise you not a day went by that I didn’t think about it, about you.” Nat began playing with the hem of her hoodie to keep her hands busy. “I loved you, the last thing I wanted was to hurt you. I figured if I left, if I removed myself from your life, maybe you could be happy.”

“You made me happy. Then you left, you broke my heart, Nat.” Lottie whispered, determined not to cry for at least one day. So far so good.

“I know I did, I broke my own in the process. Then I started seeing these stupid murals, they popped up right outside my apartment. They had these stupid little purple flowers on them. One night I was standing outside, staring at them. This lady came along, noticed me looking. You know what she fuckin’ said?” Nat paused even though the question was rhetorical. “Heliotropes. Someone painted a mural of Heliotropes outside my window.”

Lottie sat in silence, waiting for Nat to continue, her hands shaking less now although the tension still remained in her shoulders.

“I stared at them for hours. I couldn’t stop thinking about you, about us, about what I threw away. Then it hit me. It was me who wanted more.”

Lottie froze, stunned. Of all the things she would hear come out of Nat’s mouth, that was the last thing she would have ever guessed. 

The silence was thick, so Nat kept on talking. 

“That’s why I came back. I didn’t really have a plan, but then I saw you walk into that bar, so I went in.” Nat shrugged, finally looking up from her hands and taking in Lottie’s expression.

“You came back… For me?” Lottie whispered in disbelief.

“Yeah. Then I went and fucked it all up again.” 

Before Nat could continue Lottie blurted out, “I kept the baby.” 

Nat almost recoiled, thrown back into her seat at the words. Her mouth opened and closed a couple times, desperate to finally say the right thing.

“I wanted to tell you, I kept trying to call you. It’s a long story, but I couldn’t do it. I don’t expect anything from you. I already made the decision knowing I would be doing this alone.” Lottie’s voice trailed off, turning smaller and smaller by the word.

“Okay, so you’re still pregnant?” Nat questioned dumbly. She knew the answer to the question, but she almost couldn't believe it until she heard Lottie explicitly tell her.

“Yes. Still pregnant.” Lottie confirmed.

Nat allowed herself time to process the news, mulling it over in her head before responding. 

“You want to remain pregnant? Like you want to have the baby?” Nat questioned again, the information still not sinking in.

“Yes. Like I said, I don’t want anything from you.”

Nat was already deciding how on earth she was going to manage to not royally fuck this up. Her mind whirred into action, calculating her next steps carefully.

“Okay, I’ll get a job.” She announced.

“What? You don’t need to do anything. I told you I’m doing this alone.” Lottie protested having allowed Nat to hurt her more than enough already without making promises she couldn't keep.

“Well it’s my baby too, Lottie. I want to be a part of this.” Nat’s brows furrowed in confusion, after thinking she had said the right thing for once. 

“Nat,” Lottie sighed, “This is a real living baby we are talking about. You can’t just come and go as you please. You’re either in or you're out. I’m not going to mother this child and have you show up and play house whenever you feel like it.”

Okay, ouch. Nat thought to herself, although she knew Lottie was valid in what she was saying. She didn’t exactly have the best track record.

“I know that, Lottie. I don’t want that either. I don’t want to run anymore. I shouldn't have ran a year ago, I shouldn't have ran last week. I’m not running anymore.” Nat rambled on, her feelings and emotions as scattered as her words.

“How can I trust you? What’s changed? A mural shows up and suddenly you’re a completely different person?” 

“Are you kidding? Everything has changed, we're having a baby!” Nat exclaimed, flailing her arms around in Nat’s typical Italian fashion. “I’m promising you Lottie. I make a point of never promising people anything because I know I would break it. I’m promising you, okay?”

Nat moved over towards Lottie, standing over her and grasping at her hands.

“I promise you. I’m all in. You, the baby, all of it.”

“You run when you’re scared, Nat. You realise this whole thing is about to be the scariest thing you will ever go through, far scarier than commitment.” Lottie was almost pleading with Nat now, telling her to run now and never look back if that’s what she was going to do.

Nat shook her head in protest, crouching down to make eye contact with Lottie, praying her eyes would portray just how serious she was. “No, okay? No. No running. No matter how scary, no matter what. I love you, Lottie. I’m here… If you’ll let me be, that is.” 

Lottie stared at her, watching her eyes dart around her face in a desperate attempt to read her mind.

After a moment that felt like an eternity, Lottie finally spoke. 

“Okay.” 

“Okay?” Nat beamed.

“Yeah, okay. But I have rules.” Lottie replied sternly.

“Name it.” 

“1. No running, obviously.”

“Easy, no running.” Nat nodded in agreement.

“2. You have to be completely honest with your feelings. No more of this silent, deal with it inside bullshit. You’re an adult now. It isn't cool.” Lottie deadpanned.

Damn, okay. I can tell who’s going to be playing bad cop. Nat thought to herself but knew better than to say out loud. 

“Be honest about my feelings. Got it.” Nat nodded, mentally ticking off her checklist.

“3. You can be in the baby's life, but you have to earn me back. Unfortunately for you, during your time away I learnt my self-worth.”

Nat was already planning a million ways she was going to prove to Lottie she was someone worth keeping around. Although she had never done it before, she made a mental note to google how to make a woman feel special.

“I know what you’re worth, Lot. I will do my best to at least come close. Whatever it takes for you to have me. I swear to you, I’m going to do everything I can to give our baby, and you, the life you both deserve.” Nat hardly even recognised herself, but she realised that wasn't a bad thing, in fact that's exactly what she wanted.

Lottie knew Nat was just groveling now, not that she was complaining. She’d better get used to it because she was going to have to do a lot of it.

“Okay,” Lottie’s stern expression morphed into a sinister smirk, “now I’m not saying we are back together, or that I trust you yet, but my hormones are driving me crazy so while you're down there you can start making it up to me.”

Lottie popped the button on her jeans, just in case there was any doubt as to what she was requesting. 

Nat arched her brow, mirroring Lottie’s smirk.

“It’s the least you can do considering you’re the one who caused my hormones to go fucking insane.” Lottie teased. 

Nat didn’t say a word, instead pulling Lottie’s jeans and panties down in one long swipe and discarding them across the room to be dealt with later.

Lottie shuffled herself forwards onto the edge of the cushion, spreading her legs wide.

Nat’s mouth was practically watering, last time they did this she was so drunk she couldn’t even remember the taste. Hell, she was so drunk she could hardly tell if her tongue was on her clit let alone working hard to give Lottie as much pleasure as possible. This time she would focus, breathe her in, take her apart piece by piece until she couldn’t think at all.

“You gonna eat me out or sit there and stare at it? I thought you missed my pussy.” Lottie giggled, rolling her hips up to emphasise her point.

“I was hoping you’d have been too drunk to remember that.” Nat groaned, her face flushed with embarrassment.

“Nope. I also remember something about you ‘Makin this pussy yours’.” Lottie chuckled, pulling off her best Nat impression by using the worst Italian-American accent known to man. 

“I mean I kinda did.” Nat huffed with a shit eating grin.

Lottie reached her hand out to tangle her fingers into Nat’s blonde mane, tugging lightly. “Less talking, more licking.” 

Finally, Nat leaned in, kissing her way up Lottie’s thighs, switching from thigh to thigh worshipfully. Once she reached the apex, she lifted Lottie’s legs up onto her shoulders and dove in, devouring her like a starving animal.

She licked leisurely, running her tongue up and down, up and down. From her hole to her clit, over and over again. Above her she heard Lottie sigh in relief, her cunt having been clearly desperate for attention.

Lottie tasted better than Nat remembered, she always tasted great, but there was something about being starved of such a delicacy for so long that had Nat moaning into her pussy.

“You taste so fuckin’ good. I could stay down here for hours.” Nat mumbled, her voice muffled by Lottie’s cunt.

Once Nat had her fill of teasing and tasting, she decided it was time she focused on Lottie’s pleasure, her thighs already tensing, the desperate whimpers escaping her lips spurring Nat on.

She honed in on her clit, sucking audibly and flicking the tip of her tongue in a side to side motion lightly over the tip. Lottie’s legs shook in time with her tongue, her hands pulling and tugging at the strands of hair in her hands.

“Fuck.” Lottie moaned filthily, “Feels s’good.” She slurred.

Nat hummed in response, continuing her movements with a sniper's precision. 

After another moment of the same movement, Nat switched things up, knowing Lottie became numb pretty fast if she carried on doing the same thing for too long. Instead she flattened her tongue, licking heavy long stripes up the length of her slit, savouring the taste of the woman above her as she went.

No matter how gross it sounded, Lottie tasted so good Nat would happily chug a pint of her down and go back for seconds. She had always been a little greedy when it came to Lottie.

Undoubtedly, Lottie kneened, curling in on herself before throwing her head backwards, resting it against the back of the arm chair and relishing in the attention Nat was giving her cunt. Her hips began to move as though they had a mind of her own, grinding her wetness across Nat’s lips and chin.

Nat didn’t mind one bit, she always loved when Lottie got like this, all turned on and helplessly chasing her own pleasure. 

“Inside.” Lottie panted, “Your fingers, please.”

Of course, Nat was in no mind to protest. She reluctantly tore her face away from Lottie’s center and lined up two fingers at her entrance, teasingly circling it before pressing them inside.

The moment they were buried inside -Lottie’s eyes now rolling into the back of her head- She reattached her mouth to her clit, continuing to lap at her eagerly.

“Aha. Just like that.” Lottie gasped as Nat started to curl the tips of her fingers against the soft spongy parts inside her.

Nat couldn’t pull her eyes away from the woman above her, watching intently as she panted, her eyes half lidded and occasionally disappearing into the back of her skull. Her lips were parted, accommodating her laboured breathing. Her cheeks were flushed and pink, the blood rushing up to the surface of her skin.

It wasn’t long before Lottie’s thighs began to quiver, a clear sign she was close to her impending climax. There was only one last tell Lottie gave when she was close, Nat knew it was coming any second.

“Yes baby, just like that. God, fuck.” Lottie babbled, like she always did when she was close. “I wanna come on your pretty face, baby. Just keep going, don’t you dare stop.” 

Just as Nat predicted, a moment later, Lottie’s legs clamped around Nat’s head as her back arched up off the cushions. Nat could hardly hear Lottie moan out her name in the most pornographic way imaginable. 

The moment her legs removed themselves from around her head, Lottie yanked her head out from between her legs from over-stimulation.

She slouched back onto her seat, catching her breath.

“Thank you.” Lottie sighed, her body finally feeling relaxed in what felt like months.

“You’re very welcome.” Nat grinned, wiping away the excess release from across her chin and licking her fingers clean.

When she stood, Lottie’s eyes immediately zoned in on her crotch, her erection pressing against her zipper. Her eyes eventually flicked up to Nat’s to be greeted by a shit eating smirk.

“Awww, that must be painful huh, baby? So hard from eating my pussy.” Lottie pouted, purring with faux sympathy.

Nat nodded silently, waiting for Lottie’s hands to reach out and help her.

Lottie finally stood, placing a hand over Nat’s aching cock and pressing a quick light kiss against her lips. 

“Too bad.” She whispered, her breath fanning against Nat’s mouth.

“What?” Nat questioned, dumbfounded, her eyes blinking rapidly as her brain worked to understand what was happening.

“Consider it punishment for one of the many mistakes you've made. Maybe if it comes to this,” Lottie squeezed her bulge, “you might actually learn something.” 

With that she was gone, gathering her jeans and tugging them up her legs until she was fully dressed. 

“You’re fuckin evil.” Nat groaned in frustration, “But fine, I can take it. Whatever I gotta do to get you back.” 

“Oh it’s going to take a lot more than blue balls to get me back, baby. But you’re on the right track with the whole, on your knees groveling thing.” Lottie grinned.

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Lottie 1:45

I have a scan on Tuesday at 3pm.

Nat 1:46

Okay, is that an invitation?

Lottie 2:36

Yes.

Nat 2:36

Bet. I’ll be there.

Lottie 2:52

I will pick you up at 2:15?

Nat 2:53

Thanks 🙂

Much to Lottie’s surprise, Nat had been strangely present during the last few weeks. She still didn’t allow herself to believe that meant anything just yet, but credit where credit is due. Nat had text at least twice a day, morning and night, to check on Lottie and the baby, to ask if she needed anything. 

Lottie always said she was fine, until today. 

Nat 9:00

How’s my baby and baby mama?

Lottie sniffled back her tears and actually found herself chuckling at the text.

Lottie 10:06

Baby is fine. Baby mama is not.

Lottie wasn’t afraid to admit she was in fact not okay. She had spent the entire morning crying and holding back tears during her first session of the day. These hormones were no joke. 

Nat 10:07

What’s wrong? Do you need anything?

Lottie 10:11

My hormones are driving me insane. I feel like I’m going crazy, and I know what crazy feels like. 

Nat 10:12

Are you in the office? 

Nat sat patiently waiting by the phone for a response. She couldn’t shake the feeling that she needed to do something. She needed to feel useful, Lottie was doing all the work, literally growing her child inside her. Meanwhile Nat was sitting at home, twiddling her thumbs and sweating out her sobriety. 

Lottie 11:34

Yeah. I cried during my last session. Surely I can’t possibly have any more tears left in me. 

Lottie: 11:35

My patient had a slushy. I cried over wanting a slushy. 

Nat chuckled to herself before the lightbulb inside her head switched on. She sprung into action, grabbing some cash and her keys and sprinting for the door. 

To Lottie’s surprise, when she sat down for her lunch break and checked her phone, there was no reply from Nat. She scolded herself for expecting one. A knock at her door broke her from her internal scolding.

“Come in.” Lottie spoke up.

It was Lottie’s receptionist, Gina, “Hey, I have a woman here to see you. Nat?”

Lottie couldn’t help the shy smile that snook itself onto her face. “That’s fine. Send her in.”

Nat appeared in the doorway a moment later, with a slushy in hand and a bag of food that smelled far too good and greasy for Lottie to resist. 

“Hey, I got you that slushy.” Nat smiled shyly. “I got some fries and a vegan burger from that food truck you like as well.” She noted, holding up the bag.

Lottie’s brow furrowed as her lip began to quiver. 

“Shit. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have just sprung up on you like this. I can just leave the food and go. Or did you want something else? I can go somewhere else and get you whatever you want.” Nat rambled on nervously.

Lottie shook her head, her tears falling down her cheeks. “No. I want it.” Lottie reached out with grabby hands, requesting the food and drink.

Nat gingerly handed over the bag and slushy, leaning back slightly afraid, unable to read what was happening.

“You can sit if you want?” Lottie offered, already digging through the bag and pulling out a handful of fries, ravenously stuffing them into her mouth. Before she had even swallowed the mouthful of fries, she practically chugged the slushy. Once she eventually retracted her lips from the straw she winced, grasping at her head. 

“Brain freeze?” Nat snickered, smiling from ear to ear.

“Mhm.” Lottie nodded, still clutching at her head as she unwrapped the burger.

Nat watched intently as Lottie devoured her burger, taking bite after bite without even swallowing the previous mouthful, tears still streaming down her face.

“Lot, are you okay?” Nat asked nervously.

“Yeah,” Lottie mumbled, her mouth still crammed full of her last bite. “I was just really hungry and I really wanted that slushy.” Lottie sniffled, wiping away her tears as she began finishing off the last of said slushy.

“So they’re happy tears?” 

“Very happy tears. This might just be the happiest day of my life.” The seriousness in which Lottie made such an eccentric statement had Nat chuckling.

“Well I’m happy to have facilitated the happiest day of your life.” 

Lottie looked up, with far too much sincerity for something so small and thanked Nat.

“You’re welcome, Lot. I’m happy I could finally do something useful.”

Lottie’s brow furrowed again, this time in confusion. “You are being useful.” Lottie protested, “You’ve been texting me to check on me and the baby every day, twice a day. That counts for something, Nat.” 

“I guess,” Nat mumbled, looking down at her hands and spinning her rings around on her fingers.

Lottie sighed and tilted her head, resting it on her palm against the table. “What was rule number 2?”

“I know, I know. It’s just…” Nat tried her best to gather her emotions into a more organised fashion, “I feel like I’m not doing enough. I’m still looking for a job, I dropped my CV at just about every business in the area. I just wish I could do more for you, like I need to feel useful in this. You’re growing our baby and I’m just sitting around.”

Lottie hummed thoughtfully, “I understand, but if I need something I promise, you'll be the first to know. You will be wishing to go back to these times in a few months. It’s still early so aside from my insane hormones I don’t feel any different.”

“I can’t wait honestly. I keep thinking about it all, maybe I have too much time to think. I just don’t want to miss anything.” Nat had spent way too many hours worrying about everything she was going to miss out on, the baby kicking for the first time replaying over and over in her head. Not being there when Lottie can’t sleep or gets uncomfortable. All of it, the list was endless and she hadn’t even begun to process how much she will miss once the baby is born.

Lottie stood and walked her way around her desk to perch on the edge in front of Nat. She leaned down to lift Nat’s face up by her chin, forcing eye contact. 

“You’re not going to miss anything. You’re coming to the scan on Tuesday. You will be coming to any and all doctor appointments and scans you wish to attend. I promise, you’re not missing anything right now. You know our baby is the size of a raspberry right now?” 

“A raspberry?” Nat questioned, although trying to visualise how small a raspberry is.

“Mhm. Tiny!” Lottie held up her fingers, sizing her pointer finger and thumb together into the size of the berry. “I have an app, it tells me the size of the baby and I log things about the pregnancy.” Lottie explained, pulling up the app and showing Nat.

“Pass me your phone.” Lottie requested.

She tapped away at the screen for a moment or two before passing it back and showing her what she had done. 

“I linked you to my account. You will get updates about it all, the size, what I might experience. You can even see what I log too. So no missing out.” 

Nat scrolled through the app, taking in all the information Lottie had input. She scrolled through the ‘What’s to come section’ reading thoroughly.

Lottie smiled contently, watching Nat’s excitement at finally feeling involved. 

“It says in a few more weeks we can talk to the baby and it can actually hear us!” Nat exclaimed in awe, “How crazy is that?”

Lottie giggled lightly at her happiness, “That is crazy, guess I’ve been wasting my breath.”

Nat looked up at that, finally setting her phone down to ask, “You talk to the baby?” 

“Yeah. All the time.” Lottie shrugged, “Even though it turns out I have been talking to myself this whole time.” She laughed breathily. 

Lottie eyed Nat for another moment, almost reading her mind. 

“Here,” She said, grabbing Nat’s hand and lifting up her knit jumper. She placed Nat’s hand onto her stomach and held her there. “Talk.” She encouraged.

Nat looked up at Lottie, feeling kind of embarrassed to talk to Lottie’s still flat stomach. Her eyes flickered down to her hand before she cleared her throat. 

“Hi, little raspberry.” She cooed, gaining some confidence at Lottie’s soft reaction, her fingers gently stroking over Nat’s. “I can’t wait to meet you. Me and your mommy are going to spoil you rotten.” She whispered.

“Oh you know that’s right.” Lottie agreed, laughing lightly at the interaction. Before she could even process what was happening, the tears returned once again. “Fuck sake.” She murmured, wiping away the droplets from her cheeks.

Nat glanced up, slowly pulling her hand away and standing. “Are these ones happy, or sad?” She hushed, carefully wiping away a stray tear with her thumb, allowing her hand to rest against Lottie’s cheek.

“Happy I think. Just emotional.” 

Truthfully the sudden realisation that Nat was going to be amazing with the baby had set her off. Hearing her talk all soft and sweet to their baby that couldn’t even hear yet was almost too cute to handle. 

In a sudden act of emotion, Lottie pushed forwards, pressing her lips against Nat’s. It was soft, gentle, a brushing of lips more than a kiss, but Nat leaned into it nevertheless, relishing in the intimacy. 

Nat pulled back, “I want to take you on a date.” she announced.

Lottie arched her brow, “I think you’re supposed to take me on a date before you knock me up.” She chided. 

Nat huffed, a smile spread so wide across her face it crumpled her eyes. “I’m pretty sure we’ve always done things a little backwards.” 

“Well that's true.” Lottie agreed, tucking a loose strand of hair behind Nat’s ear. “Okay.” She finally replied tenderly.

Nat’s smile somehow grew wider, her dimples and teeth flashing in all their glory, her heart racing and stuttering as though it might burst out from her rib cage.

“Okay. Perfect.” Nat nodded eagerly, “How about Tuesday? After the scan?” 

“Sounds good. Tuesday it is. But can we please go somewhere either secluded or casual? I can’t handle crying in front of people much more.” Lottie queried.

“Sure. Secluded and casual. Got it.”

===*===

Tuesday came around faster than either of the women could have expected. Lottie was rushing around all morning, tending to her neglected housework and built up paperwork. 

She arrived at Nat’s apartment complex slightly behind schedule, but luckily Lottie had allowed extra time just to be safe. Nat was already waiting outside when she arrived, shuffling into the car with a grin plastered across her face.

“Hi.” Nat greeted cheerily, pulling out a bunch of flowers from behind her back and presenting them to Lottie.

Nat had spent an obscene amount of time carefully selecting flowers based on their meaning. The woman at the flower shop was very helpful but Nat could tell by the time she had changed her mind for the umpteenth time, the woman’s patience was finally wearing thin.

“Hey. You got me flowers?” Lottie cheesed, taking the bouquet and analysing Nat’s choices.

“Yeah. I’m not going to lie, I can’t remember the names of them all.” Nat began, leaning over the console to point at certain flowers during her explanation. “This one means anticipation, because I’m excited for our baby, obviously. This one I remember, this one is some type of lily, it symbolises sophistication, because you’re sophisticated as fuck.” 

Nat allowed a moment for Lottie to chuckle at her stupidity before continuing, “And this one, this one means devotion, for obvious reasons.” 

“I love them.” Lottie whispered, already forcing back the tears. 

“I know they don’t really look great together, but I went for the meanings over aesthetics." 

“I just know you drove the woman at the florist mad when you asked about all the flowers' meanings.” Lottie laughed, still staring at the flowers.

“Yeah. I don’t think I can go back there.” Nat mumbled, replaying what a pain in the ass she was. 

Lottie finally allowed her eyes to shift from the flowers and to Nat. “Seriously, thank you. I really love them.” 

“You’re welcome.” Nat grinned, cheesy and proud. “Now let’s go see our little raspberry.” She clapped, buckling herself in.

Lottie set the flowers carefully into the back seat and drove to the doctors office.

“Charlotte Matthews.” She relayed to the receptionist.

“Perfect. Dr Williams will be with you any moment. Take a seat in the waiting room.”

Nat sat twiddling her thumbs, her leg bouncing, waiting anxiously for the doctor. Lottie on the other hand took in the room around her, analysing the artwork scattered across the walls.

“Miss Matthew’s” The doctor requested.

Both women stood and followed the doctor into her office, taking a seat side by side.

“Hi, you must be Nat.” The doctor greeted, holding out her hand.

Nat returned the hand shake, “Yup. I’m the baby daddy.” She chuckled

“Well it’s nice to meet you, Nat.” Dr Williams finally retracted her hand from the overly-long handshake. 

“So…” The doctor began, scrolling through her computer to locate Lottie’s files. “We’re at nine weeks today. Congratulations.” 

“Yeah, thanks.” Lottie grinned, almost proud of keeping the baby alive for nine whole weeks.

“Any issues? You mentioned your hormones but I'm afraid there is still nothing we can really do about that.”

“Nope. Other than crying once an hour I’m good.” Lottie confirmed.

“Okay, perfect. Let’s get you onto the bed and take a look at your baby.” Dr Williams announced, standing and leading Lottie over to the bed. “I’m out of gel, I’ll be right back.”

With that the doctor left the room, leaving Lottie on the bed and Nat sitting awkwardly in her chair. 

Lottie rolled her eyes, “Nat, come over here. You won’t be able to see from there.” 

Nat nodded, springing into action and walking across the room, pausing to take a look at a model of a cut in half woman with a baby inside. She inspected the model for a while before reaching out to touch. The moment her fingertips made contact with the baby, the entire thing fell to the floor, the baby falling out and flying across the room.

“Fuck.” Nat muttered, scrambling across the floor to retrieve the baby and put it back inside the woman’s stomach. 

“Jesus Christ, Nat.” Lottie slapped a hand over her eyes, giggling at Nat’s clumsiness. “Quick, she's coming back.” Lottie whisper-shouted.

Nat hurriedly placed the baby back into the model before turning and standing up a little straighter, only to be faced with Lottie holding back her laughter and no sign of the doctor. 

“Fuck you.” Nat groaned.

Lottie finally allowed her laughter to bubble up to the surface, “Sorry, I couldn’t help myself. You should have seen your face.” She wheezed out between laughs.

Nat rolled her eyes and strolled over to Lottie’s side, the doctor finally re-entering the room. 

“Okay, now let’s see your baby.” 

Lottie rolled up her jumper to make room for the doctor. 

“This will be a little cold.” Dr Williams warned before squirting a generous amount of the gel onto Lottie’s flinching stomach.

“Is that lube?” Nat questioned, quickly covering her mouth as if to stop the words before they left. “Sorry.”

Both of the other women laughed. 

“She has this incredible inability to think before she speaks.” Lottie chuckled.

“That’s okay. I have heard far worse. You should see some of the men these women allow to impregnate them. Yikes.” The doctor cringed to herself. “It helps the signal become clearer.”

Nat hummed, impressed. 

The doctor moved the transducer across Lottie’s stomach, finding the correct placement. Once she had found the correct place, the doctor tilted the screen towards the women for them to take a look.

“You see that blob right there?” The doctor pointed towards said blob on the screen, “That’s your baby.” 

Both women stared at the image, fascinated. It was in fact just a blob, but it was still incredible to see. You could just about make out the baby's head and body.

Lottie glanced up at Nat, watching her dumbstruck expression as she stared at the screen before shifting her sight back. 

“That’s our baby.” Nat whispered in awe. “Like, it’s real.” 

“It’s most certainly real.” The doctor added.

After another moment of the women staring at the screen, watching the blob move ever so slightly, the doctor spoke up again. “Would you like to hear the heartbeat?” 

“Yes. Yes, please.” Lottie nodded repeatedly.

The sound of the heartbeat boomed through the speaker, filling the room. Lottie lost her last ounce of control, the water works returning.

It wasn’t just Lottie, Nat was also sniffling lightly, wiping her eyes before the tears made it to her cheeks. 

Dr Williams glanced behind Nat, looking over at the model behind her. “Did you touch my model?” 

Nat’s eyes widened, flicking over to the model and noticing the baby was upside down before flicking her eyes back to Lottie for help, only to receive nothing but her trying desperately to hold in her laughter.

“Erm. Yeah sorry.” Nat mumbled, her face bright red with embarrassment. 

Once back in the car, Nat sat staring at the picture of the ultrasound, mouth wide and gawking as though she still couldn’t believe it was real.

Lottie leaned over the center console to join her in her fascination. 

“It’s so fuckin’ crazy. Like… there’s a baby inside you.” Nat breathed.

“I know. I think when it starts to move I might actually freak out.” Lottie snorted.

After another long moment of staring at the image, Nat folded it up and slotted it into her wallet. “Date time.” She sing-songed.

“Where are we going?” Lottie quizzed, trying her best to hide her giddy excitement. 

“Drive to here first.” Nat requested, popping her phone into the stand in Lottie’s car with the destination already inputted into her maps. 

Lottie did as she was told, following the sat nav to wherever the hell Nat was taking her. 

They pulled up outside a bakery/cafe, one Lottie had never been to before. 

“Stay here, I'll be right back.” Nat instructed, unplugging her seatbelt and exiting the car.

Lottie spent her time waiting, staring at her own copy of the ultrasound, still unable to wrap her head around the fact she was having a baby. Not only that, but she was having a baby with Nat.

Speaking of Nat, she returned minutes later with a basket, hauling it into the backseat before jumping back into the front and buckling up her belt. She tapped away at her phone for another minute and reset it into the stand.

“Okay, now here.” 

“Is the date? Just us driving to random locations all afternoon?” Lottie teased, smug smirk on her face.

Nat rolled her eyes, not even bothering to reply.

The drive was longer than Lottie thought it would be, taking roads she had never driven before until they were outside the city and pulling up into a dirt parking space.

“Where the fuck are we? You aren’t going to be some sick fuck and murder your pregnant baby mama are you?” 

“I guess you just gotta wait and see.” Nat clapped back, already retrieving the basket from the back of the car and gesturing for Lottie to follow her.

They walked for around 10 minutes along a dirt path until they arrived at Nat’s destination. 

The destination was a flattened off area on the side of a hill that overlooked the entire city. Nat had clearly already been up here in preparation, having set up cushions and a picnic blanket. It was quite possibly the cheesiest most romantic thing Lottie had ever seen. 

“Is it okay? You said secluded, this is the most secluded place I could think of.” Nat sounded so unsure of herself, worried that maybe Lottie had expected ‘secluded’ as in a booth at a fancy restaurant. 

“It’s perfect.” Lottie uttered, taking in the breathtaking view.

Nat took a deep, long held breath before taking a seat on one of the cushions and patting the one next to her. Lottie didn’t miss that Nat had picked a considerably better cushion for her, more plush and comfy than the one Nat was perched on top of. 

Lottie took her seat, crossing her legs and watching Nat open up the basket. 

“Okay, so I maybe got too much food, but I wasn't sure exactly what you would want so I just got a bit of everything.” She explained, pulling various items out of the basket. 

Lottie’s eyes scanned over her offerings, lingering on her favourite candy. There were various pastries and sandwiches, along with dips, crackers and cheeses, all of which Lottie loved. 

Nat then retrieved two glasses and a bottle of non-alcoholic wine from the basket and poured them both a glass. 

“I have no idea what the point in drinking non-alcoholic wine is, but here you go.” Nat grunted as she handed over the glass.

“Thank you.” Lottie breathed, her voice portraying her shock at just how much effort Nat had put into this. “Not just for the wine. For everything. For coming with me today, for being so present.”

Nat grinned, proud of herself for finally getting something right. “It’s no problem. I have actually been enjoying doing all that stuff, it wasn’t a chore.” 

“This…” Lottie gestured around herself at everything Nat had done, “This is all perfect. I can see how much thought and effort you put into this, Nat. It means the world to me.” 

“I’m really trying. I want to be better. For you. And for the baby.” Nat admitted, “I also have some news.” She grinned, shuffling to face Lottie.

“Yeah?” 

“Mhm. I got a job.” Nat beamed.

“That’s amazing, Nat.” Lottie enthused, “Where?”

“With Van. I didn’t hear back from anywhere, my record isn’t exactly clean so I get it. But then I thought, why not ask Van? I mean I love working with my hands, and I love building things, so why not?” Nat was visibly bursting with excitement, not just at the pride of getting herself a job, but at starting the job itself. 

Her excitement was infecting Lottie, her grin widening to match Nat’s, “So you’ll be a joiner?”

Nat nodded, swallowing down a glug of wine. “Yup. I can’t wait. I start on Thursday. Van said we’re going to be building a patio for some bougie rich woman, kinda like you.” Nat joked, chuckling away before continuing. “Obviously I have a lot to learn, but Van thinks I will do great.” 

“Damn, I bagged a blue collar baby daddy. Lucky me.” Lottie teased, her brow arched with a smirk. “You always have been good with your hands.” 

“I’m even better with my mouth, but already know that, don't you, princess?” Nat smirked all cocky in a way that never failed to get Lottie into bed.

“Okay, let’s change the subject or this food will go to waste.” 

“Okay. I have a question.” 

Lottie shifted herself to face Nat, “Shoot.”

“Do you think it will be a girl or a boy?” 

Lottie hummed in thought for a few moments, reaching out to pick up the packet of candy and chewing on a piece as she made her decision. “I think it’s a girl. I just have this feeling. I don’t know why. What about you?”

Nat smiled to herself, imagining a mini Lottie running around. 

“I think it’s going to be a boy.” Nat said, sounding unwaveringly sure, like she had already thought about it and made her decision. “But a girl would be great. I hope she has your eyes… and your skin, my skin is so pale.” 

“I like your skin.” Lottie protested. “I would much prefer her to have your eyes. Mine are boring.” 

Nat shook her head rapidly, rushing to swallow her bite of a pastry in order to plead her case. “They aren’t boring. I love them. You have like… the eyes of a baby doe or some shit.” 

“A baby doe?” Lottie chuckled, “You say that like you’ve put a lot of thought into it.”

“I have. That’s the best description I could find. I hope she has your hair too, all curly.” Nat sighed, smiling dreamily at the thought of Lottie doing her daughter's hair, taming her curls.

“I do like my hair.” Lottie nodded, agreeing. “But the eyes are non-negotiable.”

Nat huffed out a laugh, “You say that like we have a choice, Lot.”

Lottie replied, her mouth still full of a pastry she had dug into. “I’m mentally willing this baby to have your eyes.” Lottie insisted, pointing to her head with the pastry.

Nat rolled her eyes and continued eating. 

The rest of the conversation went on with the same light-hearted tempo. Mostly the conversation stayed on their baby, their hopes for what was to come. It was nice, Lottie had spent most of her time trying her best to imagine what life would be like after the baby was born alone. She almost felt guilty for struggling to trust Nat enough to dream of her being there to help.

It’s not like she wasn’t valid in her worries, it was still early days and Lottie was still almost waiting for the act to be dropped and Nat to return to her usual self. But like she said before, credit where credit is due. Nat really did seem like she had truly changed, especially with the baby. She was still herself in ways, like how she always spoke without thinking first, or how she grumbled her words like nothing mattered. Unless the conversation involved the baby, then Nat was that new version of herself, her voice taking on an entirely new tone, one of excitement, one of hope. 

“I’m honestly impressed at how much we managed to eat.” Nat mused, now laying back on the blanket with her head resting on the pillow she was previously perched on.

“I’m not. You should have seen how much I ate last night. I ordered McDonald's and Taco Bell.” Lottie giggled, also laying on the blanket beside Nat, staring up at the sky that was turning pink now that the sun was beginning to set.

“I swear they don’t have vegan options at McDonald’s.” 

“They don’t.” Lottie chuckled, turning her head to face Nat with a guilty expression. “I had two cheese burgers. I even had a chicken quesadilla.” 

“Oh shit. Fake vegan.” Nat teased, “I guess if you’re pregnant it doesn’t count.” 

“My thoughts exactly.” Lottie agreed, her smile cheesy and childish.

Lottie rolled herself across the picnic blanket until she was laying on her front, so close to Nat that their shoulders bumped together. She propped herself up onto her hand, staring down at her. In turn, Nat shuffled onto her side, mirroring Lottie and propping herself up onto her elbow.

Nat reached out and tucked Lottie’s hair behind her ear, scanning her face like she was memorising every inch. 

“You’re so pretty.” Nat mused softly, her thumb running over Lottie’s cheek.

Lottie shuffled closer, nuzzling her nose into Nat’s, their lips mere millimetres apart. 

“I love you. I hope you know that. I never once stopped loving you.” Nat whispered her confession. 

“I love you too.” Lottie whispered back, taking one last look at Nat before allowing her eyes to slip shut and pressing her lips against Nat’s.

The kiss was tender, slow and meaningful. As though both women dragged every emotion up to the surface and poured it into this one kiss. They stayed like that for a while, sluggishly dragging their lips against each other. Nat’s hand slid lower, resting at Lottie’s hip and pulling her closer, desperate to fuse their bodies together. Lottie reached up, pulling Nat closer by the back of her neck.

Nat would never tire of kissing Lottie, her lips were always so soft, so purposeful. It was as though she meticulously planned out every movement in order to deliver the perfect kiss. Not to mention she always tasted incredible, her lip balm switching flavours at random, but always fruity, usually some kind of berry. 

Although Nat could feel the aching growing in her groin, she continued at Lottie’s pace, more than content with this being the only thing she received for as long as Lottie wanted.

She didn’t need to think about it for long. Lottie’s hand ran lower and lower, fingertips trailing over Nat’s chest, over her stomach, down to her belt, until she finally pulled back.

“Can I?” Lottie questioned, her voice still a quiet whisper. 

“Are you sure? We don’t have to rush anything.” Nat reassured, doing everything in her power to ignore the warmth of Lottie’s knuckles grazing her lower stomach as she hooked her fingers into Nat’s waistband.

“I’m positive. I’m insanely horny, like it's not even funny.” Lottie admitted, “Please, I want you inside me so fucking bad.” She groaned, rolling her hips forwards to press against Nat’s bulge. 

“Okay,” Nat relented, as though she wasn’t dying to fuck her after the blue balls she was left with a matter of weeks ago. “But we have to be quick, although this is secluded, we are still outside.”

Lottie looked around as though she had completely forgotten where she was. She had forgotten, her brain fuzzy and clouded by her intense arousal. Her stomach twisted and turned, knots forming uncomfortably as her excitement churned. 

“Okay, then hurry up and fuck me.” Lottie mumbled, far too seriously.

Nat nodded and began scrambling to unbuckle her belt, the button on her jeans swiftly popping open next. 

Lottie shuffled her jeans down her legs, kicking them off along with her shoes. 

The very moment Nat’s length was freed, Lottie practically pounced. She pinned Nat down to the ground by her shoulders and swung a long tanned leg over her waist, straddling her. 

Lottie threw her long dark curls over one shoulder with a graceful flick of her hand and leant down, pressing her lips once again to Nat’s. This kiss was nothing like the one they had shared moments ago, this one was a frenzy of teeth and tongue. Lottie’s desperation bleeding into Nat as she licked into her mouth. 

Nat was helpless, she lay there on the ground, pinned by Lottie’s body and taking everything she gave her willingly, groaning into her mouth as she rolled her hips down.

Lottie’s bare cunt dragged along the length of Nat’s cock, smearing her wetness along her erection. Nat pushed her hips up on instinct, her body desperate to bury itself inside the warmth pressed against it. She reached down, grasping at Lottie’s ass and grabbing two greedy handfuls, pulling her down and guiding her movements.

The feeling of Nat, hard and waiting against her throbbing clit was turning Lottie’s brain to mush. The only thing she could think of was this, this very moment. The feeling of Nat pressed against her, the head of her cock sending shivers down her spine as it flicked across her clit. 

Nat was starting to get a little anxious, the feeling of Lottie’s hot slit sliding against her was close to sending her over the edge. She hadn’t felt her against her cock in far too long, the last time she used a condom, even though they might as well have not bothered. Not to mention she was shit faced, almost unable to coordinate her movements to the best of her ability.

Her excitement was almost her undoing. Instead she took a deep, steading breath. Desperately wracking her brain for something that could slow herself down. 

Before she had the chance, Lottie was moving, her lips no longer pressed against Nat’s as she sat up and took her in her hands. Lottie looked feral, her hair a mess, her face flushed and panting, her eyes, god her eyes, Lottie looked as though she planned on devouring Nat whole. 

Jesus christ this isn’t going to last long. Both women thought to themselves in unison.

Lottie’s center ached so bad it actually hurt, her slick turning cold as it dripped down her thighs and was hit by a light gust of wind. The reminder that they were outside, where anyone could catch them only added to her arousal.

She couldn’t take another second of agony. She lined the tip of Nat’s cock up with her entrance and dropped her weight down in one quick movement, taking Nat in her entirety. 

“Fuck.” Nat hissed through clenched teeth, desperate to hold on long enough for Lottie to get what she needed out of this. Her pussy felt far too good, Nat could feel her cock throbbing in protest, desperate to let go. Her cunt was just as wet and warm and sinfully tight as she remembered. She swallowed hard, forcing herself to focus on giving Lottie every last ounce of herself she could before she let go. 

Lottie allowed herself a moment to relish in the fullness. Nat’s cock nestled as deep as she could get it, pressed up against her cervix. She ground her hips minutely, trying desperately to force her deeper. She wanted every, single, inch. Her stomach felt as though it was on fire, flipping and flopping every second. For the first time in far too fucking long, Lottie could feel Nat, really feel her. Every vein, every ridge, all of her. It was overwhelming in the best way possible.

“God, you have no idea what you do to me.” Lottie gasped, placing her hands flat on Nat’s chest and staring down at her.

Lottie looked like an angel, the pink sky casting an angelic glow around her. Nat couldn’t help but want to burn this image into her brain. Her skin practically glowing as the pink light emphasised her already perfect complexion. 

“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful, Lot.” Nat sighed, her eyes continuing to scan her face. “I could look at you forever and I’d still want more.” 

Lottie’s heart raced in time with her pulsating center. She felt so full, full of Nat, full of her love. She couldn’t get enough of it, she wanted to bottle this feeling up and chug it down like it was her first drink in months. 

Finally, by the grace of God himself, Lottie started to move. Slowly at first, taking her time to enjoy every slippy slide of Nat’s cock, grazing against her sensitive walls. She couldn’t help the pathetic whimpers escaping from her lips, mewling and keening on every downward thrust. She could have sworn on her unborn child that she had never in her entire life felt this good. 

Nat on the other hand was fighting for her god damn life. Mentally challenging herself not to come. Her cock was so hard it was bordering on painful and Lottie had hardly even started moving. One look at Lottie and she knew she had to dig deep to keep herself under control. She looked far too blissed out for Nat to ruin this by selfishly letting go too soon. She gritted her teeth and forced herself to hold on, grasping at Lottie’s hips, her blunt nails sinking into flesh. 

“You feel so fuckin’ good.” Nat growled, raspy and low. “Ridin’ it so fuckin’ good, baby.” 

God, that voice drove Lottie insane, her stomach clenching once again as she picked up the pace. She was practically bouncing up and down now, panting breathlessly as she went. She threw her head back, reaching behind herself to steady herself with a palm pressed against Nat’s thigh. 

Nat made the mistake of looking, watching her cock slide in and out of her tight walls, the new angle giving Nat a view that was purely pornographic. She forced her head back down onto the pillow, one more second of that sight and she wouldn’t stand a chance. 

“So big.” Lottie gasped, “You’re so fucking deep. You have no idea how good you feel.” 

Although Nat didn’t say it, she needed Lottie to shut the fuck up right this second. Her sexy breathless purring had Nat’s balls twitching. Instead she gripped onto Lottie’s hips with increased force, lifting her hips to press up and meet Lottie half way.

“Yes.” Lottie moaned, the kind of moan that wasn’t performative, it was primal, torn straight from the depths of her being and sent to ruin Nat forever.

When Lottie’s thighs began to shake, she threw herself forwards, pressing her body against Nat’s and allowed her to continue what she started. She buried her face in Nat’s neck, panting against her and doing her best to lavish her neck in kisses.

Nat took the hint, wrapping her arms around Lottie in a bear hug and driving her hips up into her so hard the slap echoed across the hill. Not that either of them cared, they couldn’t think about anything but chasing the pleasure steadily building deep inside of them.

“Ah ah ah ah” Lottie moaned rhythmically in time with every slap of Nat’s thighs against her ass. “S’good. Fuck, I love you. More. Keep going. Fuck me, baby. Just like that.” Lottie rambled, sobbing between sentences. 

The squelching of Lottie’s release, that was sinfully dripping down Nat’s cock and onto her stomach, was downright filthy. Nat mustered up every single drop of strength she had left in her to force her cock into Lottie’s pussy at breakneck speed.

“Lot. I can’t, baby. I’m so fuckin’ close. I need to come so bad.” Nat practically sobbed into Lottie’s shoulder.

“I’m close.” Lottie whined, “You’re gonna make me come so hard, baby. All over you.”

Nat’s body trembled with restraint, She’s close, just a little longer. You can do this. Don't come don't come don't comedon’tcomedont’come. Nat repeated to herself like a mantra.

Lottie tried, she really did, but she couldn’t hold it in. She fucking screamed, screamed as though she was being murdered. Her hand in the back of Nat’s hair, cradling her head, yanked at the strands. Her other hand grasped onto her shoulder, her nails biting at the skin. Lottie could have sworn she died for a second, her eyes blacking out as her orgasm ravished her entire body. Her entire being shook and trembled as her cunt clamped down so hard Nat had no choice but to let herself go. 

“Fuuuuuuuuuck.” Nat groaned through her gritted teeth, clinging onto Lottie as though her orgasm might send her into the ether. 

Nat’s legs spasmed in time with the ropes of come shooting inside her cunt and painting her walls. Lottie's eyes rolled into the back of her head, basking in the feeling of Nat’s come squirting deep inside her with a groan.

“Holy shit.” Nat breathed, still unsure if she was on the same mortal plane.

Lottie giggled, her chest shaking against Nat’s. “Yeah, holy shit.” She agreed.

They laid there for a long moment, catching their breath and relishing in the afterglow. Lottie eventually lifted her head from its resting place in the crevice of Nat’s shoulder. Her face was still close as she nuzzled her nose against Nat’s, a huge grin plastered across her face. 

As always, Nat just had to say something stupid. “I fuckin’ outdid myself.” She cackled, her voice still a little wrecked. 

Lottie rolled her eyes before flopping down beside her on the blanket. “You did alright.” 

Nat turned to face her, her face a picture of shock and betrayal. “Wow. I did ‘alright’?”

“Okay, maybe a little better than alright.” Lottie giggled, reaching behind herself to grab the pillow and smack Nat in the face with it.

“I guess you gotta let me keep trying. Maybe you can give me some constructive feedback to help me improve.” 

“Get a bigger dick?” Lottie teased, instantly hunched over in a fit of laughter.

“WOOOOOWWWW. You said I was big. I’m above average.” Nat defended, her ego slightly bruised at the joke.

“You know you have a big dick. Shut up.” Lottie rolled her eyes before finally admitting, “It was perfect. You really did outdo yourself, baby.” 

Nat smirked, cocky and knowing. Her ego returned to its usual overly inflated state.

The drive back to Nat’s was comfortably quiet. Once they pulled up, Lottie shut off the ignition and turned to face her. 

“Thank you for today. It was probably the best day of my life.” Lottie breathed.

“I thought the best day of your life was when I brought you a slushy.” Nat cheesed, overly proud of her shitty comeback.

Lottie couldn’t help but laugh, not because Nat was funny, but because she was a dummy. “I think today was better.”

“Do I get a kiss goodnight?” Nat asked, a cheesy smile still covering her face.

Lottie didn’t reply with words, instead leaning in and pressing a kiss to Nat’s lips. All it took was for Nat to reach out and place her palm against Lottie’s thighs for her to pull back and ask, “Is Kevin home?”

“No?”

“Can I come in?” 

“Jesus, you want more?” Nat drawled, Lottie’s seemingly endless libido knew no bounds.

“Is that a problem?” Lottie asked, her brow raised teasingly.

“Fuck no. Get your pretty ass inside.”  

Their clothes didn’t last five seconds, swiftly discarded across the apartment and towards Nat’s room. 

“Lay down.” Lottie commanded, her usual seductive purr returning in full effect.

If Nat ever said no to anything that came out of Lottie’s mouth in her sex voice. Kill her. She’s a clone. 

“Yes ma’am.” Nat nodded, jumping onto the bed and settling back until her head was resting against the pillows. 

Lottie gracefully climbed onto the bed, running her hands up Nat’s body and staring at her rock hard cock like it was a five course meal. 

“You’re so easy.” Lottie teased, her hand running up and down Nat’s thighs, her manicured nails scrapping lightly along as she went.

Nat scoffed, “Have you seen yourself? You could get anyone hard with just a fuckin’ look.” 

Even back in college when Nat and Lottie were casually sleeping together, Nat always worshipped her. She showered her with compliments in the bedroom, insisting she was the hottest woman to ever walk the face of the earth. She wasn’t wrong, Lottie oozed sex appeal, something that only became stronger with age as Lottie became more sure of herself, in and out of the bedroom. 

Everything about her drove Nat wild. The way she touched, like she was something worth touching. Every touch was carefully calculated to achieve the perfect amount of pressure. The way she spoke, Jesus Christ, that one fucked Nat up the most. Lottie dirty talking was one of the seven wonders of the world, her voice a soothing purr that lulled you into a state of sensual hypnosis. Don’t even get Nat started on the way she moves. Lottie moved with grace, ever the active participant in everything, even when she insisted she was tired and Nat had to do all the work, her hips would still end up lifting and grinding against her.

Nat could see it in her eyes, Lottie was going to ruin her tonight. She always had that look, the heavy lidded glint in her eye that said, “I’m going to make you come in ways you didn’t even know possible.”

“I can’t fucking deal with these hormones. You have no idea how many times I have been touching myself a day.” Lottie murmured, her lips dragging against Nat’s stomach. 

“Tell me.” Nat breathed, already panting like she’d run a marathon.

Lottie smirked against her, knowing full well what she was doing to her. “Yesterday, I made myself come six times. Twice in the morning, then in the evening…” Lottie paused her purring for dramatic effect, leaving Nat desperate to hear about what she’d got up to. “I just couldn’t stop. I spent the night fucking myself silly on my fingers until they cramped. I had to use my dildo in the end, God, I just wanted to be filled up so bad.”

Nat was gawking, her mouth wide open catching flies as she listened intently at Lottie spewing filth. “What did you think about?” 

“How about…” Lottie began, shifting herself higher up Nat’s body. “I sit on your face, and tell you exactly what I was thinking about?”

Nat nodded eagerly, her brain wobbling inside her skull at the sheer velocity of which she endured. 

In that very moment, Nat knew she was well and truly FUCKED. Lottie did in fact follow through and sit on her face, but she was turned the other way around, her palms splayed across Nat’s stomach as she sunk herself onto Nat’s waiting mouth.

The second Nat’s mouth made contact with Lottie’s astonishingly wet cunt, having turned herself on with all her dirty talking, both women sighed in relief. 

Lottie allowed herself a few moments to enjoy Nat’s tongue teasing at her pussy before she continued.

“I-” Lottie stuttered, Nat latching onto her clit stealing the air out of her lungs. “I couldn’t stop. I needed to come so bad. My fingers just weren’t enough. I wished so bad you were there, no one fills my pussy like you do.”  

Nat moaned into her folds, her cock visually jumping at the thought of Lottie thinking about her while she touched herself, writing away in bed all alone with her hand in her panties. 

“Even the dildo. It wasn’t enough, but I had to make do.” Lottie forgot her train of thought for a while after that sentence, Nat’s tongue working wonders on her pussy.

She blinked a couple times to focus up, “I fucked myself so hard imagining it was you. I moaned for you, like you were really there, holding me down and fucking me into my bed. I came so fucking hard, I’m pretty sure I even moaned your name.”

Lottie watched Nat’s cock straining at her words, the head turning a painful shade of red as it bobbed against her stomach. Considering Nat was doing such a good job at licking her cunt, Lottie gave in and decided to give her some relief. 

She slid her hands lower, dragging her hot palms across Nat’s abs and towards her length. She retracted her hands to lick and spit on them, adding a little lubricant. She ran her flat palms over her cock, sliding them down to her balls and slowly, achingly slowly back up to the tip. The way Nat moaned into her pussy sent shivers down her spine.

She continued running her hands over her cock for a while before she finally wrapped her hand around the base and began to tug, pulling her hand up and taking a little extra time twisting her hand around Nat’s sensitive head, before sliding her hand back down to the base, repeating the motion over and over again as she spoke.

“You enjoying yourself down there?” Lottie questioned, her voice slightly more breathy than before as her body wound tighter.

She heard a muffled, “Mhm.” before continuing.

“Oh I bet you are. You fucking love my pussy don’t you, baby?” Lottie shook her ass, rubbing her pussy messily over Nat’s face, feeling her cock throb at the filthiness of it all. 

“That’s right, baby. Show me how much you love it. I want it licked clean.” 

Nat honestly didn’t know how she was still lucid, she couldn’t help but think about how she should have knocked Lottie up sooner. She was being downright fucking nasty, and Nat was loving every second of it.

Just when she thought it couldn’t get any better, she felt Lottie’s hair tickling her thighs as she leaned down and licked at her tip.

Nat’s hips jumped at the sensation, groaning into her pussy as she lapped with even greater vigour.

“Oh you liked that, baby? You want my mouth?” Lottie purred, her hot breath fanning against the head of Nat’s cock.

“Mhm.” Nat’s voice was high pitched and pathetic. Lottie fucking bathed in it.

“You’re doing such a good job. So good for me. I guess you’ve earned it.” 

Finally, Lottie wrapped her lips around Nat’s cock and sunk her head as low as she could on the first downstroke. Nat could have come there and then, but she wanted this to last, she wanted more of Lottie’s hot wet mouth, sucking at her like she was starving for it.

Lottie hollowed her cheeks, bobbing her head in long, slow strokes as she tilted her head from side to side. 

Now, something you need to learn about Lottie is that she may or may not have an addiction when it comes to sucking Nat off. One night during college it got so bad, Nat had to physically pry her mouth off of her and beg her to stop. She genuinely had no more come to give, her previous orgasm being purely physical with nothing to show for it. Lottie pouted but reluctantly stood up and forced Nat’s head between her legs.

Turns out, still to this day she loved it, her cunt practically gushing as she took Nat deeper and deeper into her throat. 

Lottie shook her ass again, gyrating her hips and smearing her slick across Nat’s face just to feel her cock throb against her tongue. 

It was hot. Too hot. Nat was dangerously close and Lottie knew it, she could practically feel the come working its way up her shaft under her tongue. The sensation alone had Lottie verging on the edge as well, her thighs beginning to shiver and tense as her movements stuttered. 

When Lottie could feel Nat’s thighs shaking under her palms, she decided it was time. She took a long deep breath through her nose and sunk her head down as far as she could manage, relaxing her throat as she moaned around her due to her impending climax. 

The vibrations sent Nat over the edge, her come spurting directly down Lottie’s throat as she swallowed every last drop. The taste of Nat’s come forcing her to join her in her downfall. 

She tore herself off Nat’s dick with a gasp, her body craving air, followed by a long, drawn out guttural moan. 

Lottie rested her cheek on Nat’s thigh, unable to move. Nat on the other hand, flopped her head back into the pillow with a sigh. 

“I should’ve knocked you up sooner. Fuck me.” Nat huffed.

She felt Lottie giggle against her, her stomach shaking cheerfully. 

After another moment, Lottie finally regained mobility and slid herself off of Nat, groaning as she moved into her place beside her.

“Can I stay? I’m exhausted.” Lottie yawned, draping her arm over Nat’s torso.

“Of course you can. You know…” Nat started, lifting Lottie’s head to allow her to rest on her arm and cuddle into her chest. “I sleep like shit when I’m not with you. I can’t remember the last time I had a good night's sleep.” 

Lottie nuzzled in closer, breathing in Nat’s scent, “Mmmm, that’s cute. You can stay over anytime. I like your cuddles.” 

Nat traced gentle patterns across Lottie’s back until she could feel her breathing slow into sleep before she allowed herself to drift off. 

Chapter Text

The next few weeks flew by fast. One minute Lottie and Nat were visiting the doctors office for their nine week scan, the next Lottie’s phone pinged with a notification about the baby now being the size of a kiwi. 

Nat had been working hard, surprisingly still employed and as present as before. Not only that but Nat was loving her job. Working with her hands gave her something to put her energy into, aside from tending to Lottie that is. The only difference was that Nat didn’t text twice a day to ask how Lottie and the baby were, but she called. 

“Hey, beautiful. How’s my baby and my baby?” Nat cheered, far too enthusiastically for 8am.

Lottie couldn't help but smile to herself as she sat at her kitchen island, sipping her morning coffee. Nat had been spending most nights in Lottie’s bed, at Lottie’s request. Most evenings during their second phone call of the day, Lottie would request some random food that was turning increasingly strange by the day. It started with her cravings for meat, slowly steering away from her usual vegan tendencies and requesting burgers and tacos. 

Now the food requests were a little more obscure, sending Nat to several different stores to gather whatever strange combinations of food Lottie was craving. Last night was by far the strangest combination yet, pickles, peanut butter and jelly on brown toast. Nat did her best not to gag as she watched Lottie devour four slices. 

The calls were either food related, or a booty call. Not that Nat was complaining, she was happy to help, whether it was food or sex she was there.  

“You there?” Nat chuckled, the shuffling of her pulling her work pants on and reading herself for the day crackled through the speaker. 

Great. Now Lottie was picturing Nat in her work pants with all the pockets and squeezing her thighs together.

“Yeah, I’m here.” Lottie shook herself from her thoughts, “I’m good. Baby is good.”

“That’s great. You want me to pick up some food for later? I can cook. Maybe something less strange that we can both eat?” Nat suggested.

“Ooooo. Can you make that pasta with the chicken, please? It always smelled so good when you would cook it but I could never eat it.” Lottie was even squeezing her legs together at the thought of pasta. Jesus Christ, Lottie. Pull yourself together. She mentally scolded herself.

“Sure. Sounds good to me. I finish work around five, so I’ll be with you before six.” 

“Okay. Perfect. You’re not going home to change first though, right?” Lottie asked, playing with a loose threat on her jumper. 

She could hear Nat’s laughter gently huffing through the phone. “You complained last time about the saw dust on the couch.” 

“You won’t be sitting on the couch. Just bring a change of clothes but don’t get changed.” 

Nat knew why Lottie didn't want her to get changed, the first time she saw her in her work pants she was practically drooling. Not to mention that over the past few weeks Lottie had been a little bit of a freak about smells. Turns out the scent of Nat after a long day at work, the smell of wood and sweat drove Lottie crazy. It wasn’t just good scents that were affecting Lottie, apparently the smell of fish cooking was enough to make Lottie gag.

“You just want to see me in my work pants.” Nat teased. 

“I do.” Lottie was far from ashamed, she knew what she liked and she wasn't afraid to do what she needed to in order to get it.  

Nat smirked to herself, proud of being able to be someone worth drooling over. “Okay, beautiful. I’ll see you later. Call me if you need anything. I love you.” 

“I love you too.” 

Less than two minutes later, Lottie’s phone buzzed on the counter. She picked it up to inspect the notification.

Nat

Don’t miss me too much ;)

(Image attachment) 

Lottie stared, open mouthed at the imagine for longer than she probably should have, her core aching far too strongly considering she was leaving the house in less than ten minutes. 

The image in question was one of Nat, standing in her bathroom, taking a selfie in the mirror. Her face wasn’t in the photo but her torso and legs were. She was pulling up her shirt, showing off her abs and happy trail, her work pants hanging loose on her hips, dangerously low.

Lottie was practically salivating at the sight before swiftly typing out a reply, gushing over how hot and bothered Nat was making her. 

Lottie was still a little unsure of how to feel. She wanted to trust Nat, hell, Nat was making it almost impossible not to. She’d seriously turned her life around. She’d not only managed to stay sober and keep a job, but she was loving it. She even had a truck that Van had lent her so she could carry her tools and materials to different jobs. When Lottie said jump, Nat asked how high? There was still a small nagging deep within that Nat would run, but she couldn’t help herself getting swept up in the domesticity of it all.

During her lunch break, Lottie was staring once again at the picture Nat had sent that morning, squeezing her thighs together. Suddenly it dawned on her that maybe Nat was on her lunch break too, maybe she could swing by and ease the ache in her center so she could actually focus on some work.

She picked up her phone and dialled Nat’s number.

“Hey, babe. You okay?” Nat crackled through the speaker, a little fuzzily, clearly driving and on speakerphone.

“Hey baby.” Lottie purred, “Can you come to my office? I need your help.” she sexually droned, making it very clear what she was asking for help with.

Nat cleared her throat, “Erm,”

Before she could continue, Van's voice echoed through her phone. “Hey, Lot.” 

Lottie could hear her smug grin through the damn phone, she groaned in embarrassment.

Nat chuckled lightly, “I’m just in the truck with Van. We have to go pick up some materials during lunch for a job.” 

“Okay, well I’m going to go cry away my embarrassment. I love you, I’ll see you later.”

“Love you too, babe.” 

She could hear them both laughing as she hung up the phone. Lottie slouched back into her chair, sulking like a toddler.

Lottie’s day dragged on, she ended up having to work late to finish up some paperwork that had been piling up on her desk over the past few weeks. She had called Nat to let her know she would be late but to let herself in. She made it very clear Nat was not to get changed but also not to sit on her couch.

When she eventually stepped through the doorway, it was just past 6:30. The smell of pasta and a cheesy sauce wafted through the apartment. She threw her bag and jacket onto the back of the sofa and wandered into the kitchen to find Nat, humming away to herself as she fried the chicken and stirred the sauce. 

Lottie leant against the door frame, enjoying the view for a while before she cleared her throat. Nat almost jumped out of her skin, “Fuck. You scared the shit out of me.” She gasped, clutching at her chest.

Lottie giggled lightly to herself before crossing the island to make her way over to greet her properly. 

“Hi, handsome." She purred, leaning down for a kiss.

Nat pulled back to take in Lottie’s outfit. She was wearing the cutest summer dress that Nat had ever seen. Her cleavage spilling out of the top now that she had removed the jumper that was covering her up to protect her dignity.

When Lottie had put the dress on this morning, she noticed her breasts had increased in size, now practically spilling out of the top. She pulled on the first jumper she could find in order to make the dress more office-suitable.

“I think this one.” Nat mumbled, playing with the strings of material that dangling in a bow across the front of the dress.

“I thought you might. My tits are getting far too big for it.” Lottie giggled, witnessing Nat shamelessly ogle her chest.

Nat eagerly reattached her lips to Lottie’s, having spent most of her day thinking about this very moment. She hummed contently into the kiss before remembering she was still cooking and quickly turning her attention back to the hob.

Lottie on the other hand began sniffing around her like a dog, her nose twitching as she neared closer to her neck, huffing a deep whiff of Nat’s scent. “You smell different.” She noted.

“Really?” Nat questioned, still stirring the pot of sauce and adding the chicken. 

“Yeah. Have you smoked today?”

“Nah. I quit.” Nat shrugged like it was no big deal.

Nat had smoked for as long as Lottie could remember. Drugs and alcohol came and went but cigarettes were a constant when it came to Nat’s sanity. Lottie remembers one specific game of soccer they played in high school where Nat had to run off the pitch for a cigarette before she lost her mind from the lack of nicotine coursing through her veins. 

“You quit?” Lottie asked, shocked, unable to believe what she was hearing.

“Yeah,” Nat shrugged again, “I figured I should, it’s not good for you and the baby.” 

“Natalie Scatorccio quit smoking cigarettes.” Lottie spoke out loud, mulling it over in her head, still unable to believe what she was hearing. 

“I haven’t had one in like… three days now.” Nat explained, almost as shocked at the realisation as Lottie. “I thought it would be hard, but it’s actually not been that bad. I guess knowing what I get out of it in the end is making it easier. I don’t want to have to spend less time with my baby just to go outside and smoke.” 

Lottie could feel her eyes burning as the tears surfaced yet again. She couldn’t wait for her second trimester in hopes that her regular crying might finally give her a break. 

“That’s really sweet. I’m proud of you.” Lottie sniffled, wiping away the tears before they had a chance to escape her eyes.

Nat chuckled lightly, Lottie had broken a new record. Not even ten minutes into arriving home and she was already crying. 

“Thanks, I’m really trying. I just want to do what’s right for you and our baby. I’m actually really happy too. Which is weird. I realised the other day, while you were eating that vile sandwich with the hummus and salsa in,” Nat cringed at the memory, “I realised that maybe I haven’t ever actually been happy… Until now of course. It’s a weird feeling. I can see why people strive for it.” 

“Okay you need to shut up right now or I’m going to cry all night.” Lottie whimpered, sobbing harder at the confession.

Thinking of Nat never knowing what happiness felt like until now broke Lottie’s heart. She could still see Nat as the 14 year old girl she first met, with her same shaggy mullet and her dark eyeliner and grumpy expression she wore like an accessory. Knowing that girl had never felt happiness before had Lottie in pieces.

She wrapped her arms around Nat’s stomach, nuzzling into her neck and placing the most gentle kiss she could manage. 

“I love you.” Lottie whispered against the skin.

Nat grinned widely, placing her free hand over Lottie’s and humming. “I love you too, baby.” 

They eventually sat down to eat, Lottie devouring the pasta and going back for seconds. The very moment she swallowed the last bite she placed her fork and spoon down onto the table and cleared her throat. 

“Okay. Sex now.” She announced.

Nat almost choked on her drink, coughing and sputtering until the liquid had dislodged itself from her wind pipe.

“Jesus. Make a girl feel special, why don't you?”

Lottie arched a teasing brow, smirking at Nat across the table. “Is that a no?”

Nat scoffed before standing up from the table and strolling over towards Lottie. “You know it's never a no.” 

She leant down to connect their lips, their mouths moving against each other messily as Lottie stood from her seat, looping her arms around Nat’s neck and tilting her head to the side. 

Before Lottie could even process what was happening, she was hoisted up onto the table, the bowl tumbling to the floor and smashing. 

Both women pulled away and eyed the scattered pieces of the dish. Lottie turned Nat’s face back to meet hers and mumbled, “We’ll deal with it later.” 

Nat couldn't argue with that, she pressed herself closer, pushing and pulling against Lottie’s lips as she tugged her towards the edge of the table and took a seat. 

“I think it’s time for my dessert, don't you?” Nat rasped, her voice morphing into the low sensual tone that made Lottie’s stomach drop. 

She bit her lip, nodding slowly. 

Nat parted her thighs a little further, running her hands up and taking the hem of her dress along with her. 

AND my favourite lace panties, this woman is going to kill me. Nat thought to herself, as her fingertips played with the edge.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about that picture you sent. Since when was a pair of pants hotter than lingerie?” Lottie mused, her voice breathy as she worked herself back up at the thought.

Nat hummed, rubbing her hands up and down her soft bare thighs. “Wait until you see the new Carhartt overalls I bought.” 

Lottie honest to god moaned at the thought of Nat, sweaty and working, with one of the clasps undone. “I need to see them.”

Nat huffed against Lottie’s inner thighs, her lips pressing open mouthed kisses along the expanse of skin. 

Before Nat could even make it to her centre, Lottie’s fingers were tangled in her blonde strands, her nails scraping lightly at her scalp. She whined, using her free hand that was splattered across the table top to lift herself up and shuffle forwards, her pussy drawn to Nat’s mouth.

“Please, Natty baby. I need it.” Lottie whimpered, her cunt already clenching desperately to be filled. 

Nat’s heart stuttered at the pet name. She hadn't heard Lottie call her that in forever. Her heart swelled and thudded against her chest almost painfully. She decided in that very moment she was going to lick Lottie until she fucking screamed.

Naturally, Nat looped her fingers into the waistband of Lottie’s skimpy panties and tugged them down her long legs, discarding them across the room to be dealt with later alongside the smashed bowl still scattered across the floor.

Nat set her hands in the little crease between Lottie’s thighs and her hips, pinning her to the table as she gawked shamelessly at her glistening folds. “You have the prettiest cunt I have ever seen.” Nat breathed, almost rendered speechless.

Lottie’s cunt was yet another one of Nat’s additions to the seven wonders of the word. The pyramids had nothing on Lottie’s pussy. She was perfect, her clit visibly throbbing through the neatly trimmed pubic hair, her hole leaking and clenching.

“Naaaat.” Lottie whined, “Quit staring and fucking touch me.” 

Nat blinked a couple times, suddenly reminded of what she was supposed to be doing instead of staring dumbstruck at her pussy.

Finally, much to Lottie’s relief, Nat pressed forwards, burying her nose in her public hair and filthily inhaling her musky scent. Before Lottie could complain once more, Nat dove in tongue first. 

She flattened her tongue, running it up and down her length, leisurely tasting her with a satisfied groan. 

“Fuck.” Lottie breathed, her body finally relaxing after being wound tight all day long.

Nat lapped away contently, tasting and stimulating Lottie’s centre without a care in the world. The only thing on her mind, the only thing she could taste, smell, feel, was Lottie. She bathed in it, basking in the silky softness pressed against her tongue.

Lottie was moaning breathlessly above her, her slick trickling down onto a puddle on the table. She threw her head back as Nat latched onto her clit, sucking and flicking the tip of her tongue over the nub at the speed of a sex toy. 

Nat’s eyes flicked up, the sight knocking the wind out of her lungs. Lottie, in all her angelic glory, head thrown back, her long neck stretched. Her breasts jiggled lightly as her chest tried its best to accommodate her laboured breathing. Even the sight of her hand, scattered in various rings, splayed across the table. 

Unsurprisingly, Nat’s cock twitched against her pants, straining for attention at the sight. 

When the muscles in Lottie’s neck eventually returned, she lifted her head, dazed eyes dropping to Nat between her legs, staring up at her through her lashes. The eye contact was intimate, intense, sending trickles of liquid heat into the bottom of her stomach. 

Lottie worried her lip, eye contact never wavering. 

“You’re mouth feels so fucking good, Natty.” She purred, her hips threatening to snap up, tensing against Nat’s hold. “Side to side, keep sucking my clit.” She instructed.

Nat did as she was told, latching on once again and flicking her tongue in a side to side motion. 

“Ahh,” Lottie moaned, unrestrained and raspy. “Yes, fuck yes. Just like that, baby.” 

Lottie’s mouth hung open, obscene sounds slipping off of her tongue as her brow furrowed. Her orgasm was building steadily, a slow burning ache throbbing low in her cunt as her thighs jolted and trembled in time with Nat’s tongue. 

“Right there. Right fuckin’ there, Natty. I’m so close, so fucking close.” Lottie inhaled, willing her body to survive the onslaught of pleasure coursing through her entire being.

“Fuck, I think I’m-I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come, I’m gonna-” Lottie threw her head back, her mouth open and unleashing a primal sound that tore its way all the way up from Lottie’s guts. Her legs raised up off the table, clamping Nat’s head between her thighs so hard Nat wondered if her head might pop. A full body shiver slithered down her spine as her body snapped in two, suddenly curling in on herself, her chin pressed against her chest as her eyes squeezed shut. 

Nat continued to lap at her until her thighs turned slack and her hand slid from her hair, her body falling backwards to splay out across the table. 

Even then, Nat kept licking, lighter now, but still lapping away eagerly at her clit, roaming lower to press her tongue as far as she could reach inside her. Lottie threw her head to the side, biting at the hand laying uselessly beside her head. 

“Natty baby, I can’t.” She breathed, “I need you inside me, please baby.” 

Eventually, Nat reluctantly peeled her face from between her legs, standing and unbuckling her belt with shaking hands.

Lottie didn’t even bother to look up, the sound of her belt buckle jingling told her she was going to get what she needed. Instead she lay there, splattered across the dining table, boneless. 

Nat tugged at her length, stroking herself as she stared down at the woman below her. She still couldn't believe how lucky she was to have a woman like Lottie not only put up with her but to love her, even after everything they had been through, everything Nat had put her through. 

“I love you so fuckin’ much, baby.” Nat whispered, her hands carefully running down her thighs and lifting them until they dangled over her forearms. “Beautiful isn’t even enough to describe you.” 

Lottie lazily dragged her head back to meet Nat’s gaze, her body still not fully recovered from the earth shattering climax that had ravished her only moments ago.

“I love you too, handsome. So so much.” She cooed, her last ounce of energy exerted on a soft, lazy smile. 

She sluggishly lifted her left arm, feeling as though it weighed a tonne, and reached down to lace her fingers in Nat’s that were holding her waist. 

With one last loving glance, Nat aimed her hips, having no hands free from holding up Lottie’s legs, to slide the head of her cock into Lottie’s entrance.

Lottie’s walls practically sucked Nat in, her greedily pulling her deeper and deeper until their hips were flush. Lottie gasped, her body set alight once against as her cunt was filled.

Knowing Lottie was more than ready, needing no time to adjust, Nat reared her hips back, until only her tip remained, before pressing forwards with a long, drawn-out groan. 

Lottie’s eyes rolled into the back of her skull, moaning wantonly, her hand laced between Nat’s tightening its hold. 

Unable to hold back any longer, Nat picked up the pace, forcing her hips forwards and up into Lottie’s g-spot, grinding her hips flawlessly.

With her brain once again turning blissfully fuzzy, Lottie lay there, sliding across the table and moaning breathlessly, her cunt finally filled, just as she had craved all day long. 

Nat reached out, dropping Lottie’s leg momentarily to tug at the strip of material, pulling the bow undone and yanking the top of her dress down to watch her breast bounce. The matching lace bra fruitlessly tried to support her now bigger, swollen tits. Her hard nipples poked out of the top as Nat made a mental note to convince Lottie she needed to go shopping.

Returning her mind to the task at hand, Nat hoisted Lottie’s leg back up onto her forearm, her calves swinging uselessly, doubling her efforts as her cock pulsated, fraught for release.

“Come on, baby.” Nat encouraged, throwing her head back to pant up at the ceiling in a last ditch attempt to prevent herself from coming there and then. “Give it to me. I wanna feel you come around my cock. Come on, pretty girl. I know you want it.” She grunted, her abs burning with exertion.

“Mhm.” Lottie nodded mindlessly, “I want it. I wanna come for you, Natty. I’m so fucking close. Can you feel how close I am?” 

“Yeah, baby. You’re gripping me like a fuckin’ virgin.” Nat wasn't lying. Lottie was becoming painfully tight around her length. Nat knew exactly what Lottie wanted to hear, “You want me to fill this pussy with my come?”

“Yes. Please. Fucking come inside me. I want it so bad.” Lottie babbled, drool trickling from the corner of her mouth as her last braincell was fucked out of her body. 

Nat loved this, watching Lottie completely fucked-out and brainless. She was always so smart, so aware. The very moment Nat slid inside her, she watched the lights inside her head switch off, morphing her into nothing but a hopeless pile of want, leaving her empty with nothing filling her but Nat’s come.

A semi unfamiliar emotion flooded Nat’s body. Possessiveness. An almost unbearable urge to own, to make Lottie hers. She gritted her teeth, trying her best to shake the feeling as it burned through her skin and into her flesh. It was useless, every thrust forcing the emotion up to the surface until it burst out of her chest in a feral growl.

She dug her nails into Lottie’s hips, forcing her hips forwards animalistically, ploughing Lottie into the table.

“Mine.” She snarled, “You’re mine. All mine.”

Lottie drew her mouth from her hand, tilting her head to look at Nat. The sight almost caused her to black out. Nat, teeth clenched, arms tensed, grunting her way into Lottie as though her life depended on it. Lottie couldn’t even agree, the sheer force of Nat ramming herself deeper, harder, faster into her cunt rendering her speechless.

“This pussy is mine. You fuckin’ hear me? Mine. All of you. Mine.” Nat panted, snarling and groaning as Lottie’s walls tightened at her words.

“Mhm” Was all Lottie could bring herself to whine, tears stinging her eyes.

Lottie couldn't even find the words to warn Nat she was coming. Instead arching her back up off the table and throwing her head back, a violent screech splitting her into pieces. Stars exploded behind her eye lids, completely thrown into the abyss by her own undoing. 

Nat followed closely behind, savagely driving her hips forwards and burying herself as deep as humanly possible inside Lottie’s intestines. 

With the power of which Nat’s come spurted inside her, Lottie wasn't sure if she came again or if this was one long never ending orgasm. She didn’t possess the brain power to care, instead grasping tightly at Nat’s hand and surrendering to the feeling.

One final pulse of come and Nat flopped down onto the table on top of Lottie’s pliant body. She panted against her sternum, her lung burning for breath. 

“Sorry.” She mumbled, a tad guilty and concerned she had actually hurt Lottie in the heat of it all. 

Lottie chuckled breathily, so quiet Nat could feel it in her chest more than hear it. “You’re apologising for giving me the most insane orgasm of my life?” 

“Nooo,” Nat groaned, although slightly proud of herself for managing such a task. “I was worried I hurt you. I got a little carried away.” 

“I loved it.” Lottie sighed dreamily, running her hands soothingly through Nat’s mane. “You have nothing to prove, Nat. You were right. I’m all yours. You know that.” 

Nat slid herself free from Lottie’s vice-like grip around her softening cock, standing up onto shaky legs and holding herself up with her hands against the table top. 

“But not like… officially.” She whispered shyly, her cheeks turning pink all over again but for an entirely different reason. 

Lottie sat up, tugging up the front of her dress and wrapping her legs around Nat’s waist to pull her in close, her arms looping around her shoulders.

“Is The Natalie Scatorccio asking me to be her girlfriend?” Lottie teased with an arched brow. 

“I mean… If you want to be. I know we still have some things to work on, I have things to work on,” She corrected, her words stuttering nervously. “I know that will all take time, for you to trust that I’m here and I’m not going anywhere.”

Lottie’s face softened, her thumb stroking Nat’s cheek reassuringly. “Ask me and I might say yes.” 

“Okay.” Nat cleared her throat, “Can I pull my pants up though? I don’t really want to ask you that with my flaccid dick hanging out.”

Lottie nodded before unlinking her ankles and allowing Nat to pull back enough to yank her pants up and re-buckle her belt. 

Nat returned to her original place between Lottie’s thighs. “Charlotte Matthews. Will you do me the undisputable honour of being my girlfriend?”

“Hmmm…” Lottie thoughtfully hummed, tapping at her chin with her pointer finger. “Yes.” She grinned, her fangs poking out.

“Yes?” Nat questioned, smiling from ear to ear as her heart pounded in her chest with excitement. 

“Yes.” Lottie nodded, equally as excited. 

Later that evening, the two women were lounging in bed, Lottie, with her back resting against her pillow propped up against the headboard, reading her book and Nat laying beside her, mindlessly scrolling through her phone.

Nat looked up to watch Lottie’s eyes dart across the paper through her glasses. 

“You look really hot in those.” Nat complimented.

Lottie’s eyes shifted to the side, to look at Nat through her peripheral vision. “My glasses?” 

“Yeah. They’re really doing it for me.” Nat teased, sliding her arm across Lottie’s stomach.

Lottie finally closed her book, placing it onto the nightstand and laying herself down beside Nat. “Noted. Glasses stay on next time.” Lottie giggled.

She ran her hand over Nat’s, that was still splayed across her stomach. 

“Look.” Lottie suggested, removing Nat’s hand and lifting up her shirt to reveal her stomach. 

Nat sat up, looking down at Lottie’s growing stomach. “It’s still so crazy to me that there is a tiny little person in there.” She whispered, reapplying her hand to Lottie’s stomach and feeling the slight bump forming.

“I know. I still can’t really believe it. I can’t believe any of this is real. I feel like I'm going to wake up any second.” Lottie said, now reaching an arm up behind her to prop her head up and take in the sight of her stomach. 

“Well I’m afraid this is all real, you're kinda stuck with me now.” Nat snickered softly. “Isn’t that right little raspberry? She’s stuck with us.” Nat cooed, lowering herself to speak into Lottie’s stomach.

“A little kiwi now.” Lottie added.

“No.” Nat protested, patting at her belly gently. “You’ll always be my little raspberry. Isn't that right, Nat Junior?”

Lottie huffed out a quiet laugh, “Oh hell no. You can help pick a name but it is not Nat Junior.”

Nat pouted, looking up from Lottie’s stomach. “Awww. Why not?” 

Lottie removed her glasses and set them on top of her discarded book before responding. “No way in hell are we calling our baby ‘Nat Junior’.”

“Okay, just say you don’t love me.” 

Lottie laughed harder still, “Of course I love you. But I’m sorry. Nat Junior is a no.” 

Nat settled herself between Lottie’s legs, her face mere centimetres away from her stomach, lavishing the baby in kisses. 

“When should we tell people?” Nat questioned once she had thoroughly covered every inch of Lottie’s bump in kisses.

“Fuck. I forgot I have to tell my dad.” Lottie cringed, slapping a hand over her face.

“Oof. Count me out of that one. Do you think he’s going to hurt me?” 

Lottie giggled lightly, Nat seemingly calming her down with her stupidity, “He might hurt us both. He’s going to be majorly pissed.” 

“Oh hell no. He ain’t hurting either of my baby’s. I’m pretty strong,” Nat lifted her arm, flexing her bicep. “I think I can take him.”

Rolling her eyes, Lottie sighed. “I’m sure you can, babe. You’re very big and strong.” 

Nat hummed, pleased with her response before finally putting her arm down. “We still need to tell Shauna and Jackie.” Nat added.

“Yeah. Jackie is going to be pissed that Tai and Van know and not her. Shauna probably won’t give a shit.” 

“Oh well. She’ll get over it.” Nat shrugged, returning to playing with Lottie’s stomach, fingers tapping thoughtless beats onto the surface. 

“We could invite everyone over for dinner?” Lottie suggested.

“Sure. What day?”

“Tuesday? That way I can clean up before they get here and prepare the food.” 

“Sounds good. Let me know what you want to cook and I can pick up the ingredients.”

===*===

Tuesday was here and Lottie was a bundle of nerves. Turns out it never stops being scary when telling people you got knocked up by the person who broke your heart and now you're back together and everything is fine. Lottie took a deep breath to settle her anxiety and continued to chop the carrots in front of her. 

Everything is fine. Nat will be here soon.

Just as Lottie began to spiral again, she heard the door to her apartment close. She sighed a breath of relief, practically running towards the door for a hug. 

She all but jumped into Nat’s arms, sending her back a few steps to steady herself before reciprocating. “Miss me?” Nat chuckled.

Lottie hummed into her neck, nuzzling herself closer and inhaling her scent to calm herself down. 

“I’m anxious.” Lottie mumbled, her voice muffled by Nat’s shoulder.

Nat pulled her in tighter, tracing shapeless patterns on her back to soothe her.

“It’s going to be great, Lot. Tai and Van will be there too. They will be happy for us.” Nat reassured.

It dawned on Lottie why telling someone new was so anxiety inducing. Considering the only times she's actually told people, has been out of necessity and regret, it made sense that telling someone new came with nerves. 

Lottie took yet another deep breath before finally pulling back. 

“Okay. We got this.” She hyped herself up.

Tai and Van were the first to arrive, bottle of wine and pack of beer in hand. Tai and Lottie congregated in the kitchen, chatting about the pregnancy and work stress. Meanwhile Van and Nat sipped beers on the couch, chatting about work and tools and whatever the hell they talked about. 

A knock on the door broke both of their conversations. Lottie straightened up slightly and cleared her throat, worry painted across her face. 

Tai took one look at Lottie and knew she was a second away from a panic attack. “It’s going to be fine. Relax.” Tai soothed.

“Yeah. I know.” Lottie replied quietly, distant. “I just want to be able to tell one person and them be happy for me.”

“Me and Van are happy for you. Nat is very happy, like uncharacteristically happy.” Tai huffed, “It will be fine. I promise.” 

Nat had opened the door and greeted both the women before ushering them into the apartment. 

“I still can’t believe you’re back. I kinda assumed you were dead.” Shauna mumbled as she removed her jacket.

“Yeah. I think that was my hope. But I’m here now. Back and better than ever.”

Jackie smiled knowingly, “Oh I bet you are.” She smirked, “Tai told me you and Lottie are back together.” 

“Yeah. Just tryna not fuck it up this time.” Nat breathed.

Suddenly the smirk was ripped from Jackie’s face and replaced by a threateningly evil look. “Yeah you better not. Or I promise this time I won’t let you run. I’ll remove that precious dick from between your legs.”

Nat took a few steps back, worried that Jackie was going to follow through prematurely and actually tear her dick from her groin. “No need. I’m not going anywhere.”

Jackie’s cheerful smile returned eerily fast, patting Nat on the back as she wandered her way into the kitchen to find the wine. “Good.”

Thankfully, Tai was a great buffer between Lottie anxiously trying to find conversation and making the dinner. The conversation with Jackie remained normal and light-hearted.

They all sat down at the dining table, drinks flowing and empty plates. Lottie sat back for a moment and allowed herself to enjoy the sounds of her friends laughing and chatting about adult life. 

“We need more wine.” Jackie announced, bouncing into the kitchen to retrieve the second bottle of wine. 

When she returned she made her way around the table and topped up the glasses. Once she made it to Lottie, she covered her hand over her glass and shook her head. “I’m good, thanks.”

Jackie grasped at her pearls, gasping. “Lottie Matthews saying no to wine? What, she knocked you up already?” Jackie chuckled, overly proud of her joke.

Luckily Nat overheard the conversation and stood up from the table, clearing her throat to get everyone's attention. 

Jackie returned to her seat and waited for Nat to speak.

“So, as many of you know, I returned from the dead.” Nat paused for the cheers and applause at her return. “I know you guys probably don’t understand why I left. It’s a really long story. But I came back. I came back for Lottie. Quite frankly I was lost without her.”

Nat smiled down at Lottie, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. Lottie reached up and held her hand there, smiling up at her. 

Jackie leaned closer to Shauna and mumbled, “That isn’t Nat. That’s a clone.”

Shauna hid behind her hand, snickering like a little school girl.

“When I came back, I noticed Lottie walking into a bar. I may or may not have followed her in and pretended I didn’t know she was there.” Nat chuckled to herself at the memory. “Anyway, one drink led to another and well… We may or may not have ended up in bed.” 

Van whooped once more and yelled, “That’s my boy!” Only to be shut up by a backhand to her arm from Tai.

“As you already know. We are back together, happier than ever.” Nat explained, hopeful to get a good reaction for Lottie when she finally broke the news. “I’m really trying to better myself. I want to do the right thing this time.” Nat continued, stalling slightly as her own nerves worked their way up. 

Nat leant down to Lottie, “You wanna tell them?” She whispered.

Lottie nodded before returning her attention back to the group. 

“I’m pregnant.” 

Tai and Van cheered as though they didn’t already know, quickly shut up by Jackie. “You guys knew!?”

Tai and van slowly lowered their hands, their cheers lowering to a gentle hum.

“Why would you say that? We’re just happy for them.” Van shrugged, trying her best to lie.

“No way you aren't shocked by this. Tai, I know for a fact that if you just found this out you would be freaking out right now.” Jackie accused, eyes flickering between the pair.

“Okay, yeah we knew.” Van mumbled, hanging her head in shame.

Tai rolled her eyes, “Listen, it’s not important. What’s important is that your friends just told you some news they are really excited about.” Tai’s head repeatedly flicked towards the duo, hinting at her to think before she spoke.

Jackie took a breath before turning back to Lottie and Nat. 

“So, she knocked you up?” 

Tai groaned, placing her head in her hands.

“What? I’m just asking, like, was it planned or was it an accident?” Jackie defended, her voice raising in pitch.

Nat rubbed Lottie’s shoulder again, calming her. “It was an accident. But we're both really excited.”

“Listen.” Lottie spoke up, “I know it sounds crazy, trust me I know. I wasn’t exactly thrilled when I first found out either, okay? I tried to go to the clinic, but I just couldn't do it. Nat has been great, she's got a job, she's been here, running around after me like a mad woman. Hell, she even quit smoking.” Lottie snorted.

Shauna seemed to perk up at that, finally joining the conversation. “Damn, you quit smoking? You really must be a clone.” 

Nat nodded, smiling slightly at Shauna’s attempt to lighten the tone.

“Yeah, she’s been amazing. I have no idea what state I would be in if it wasn't for her.” Lottie added.

“Maybe not pregnant.” Jackie mumbled, quickly shut up by the death stare she received from Tai. “Okay, okay. I’m sorry. You’re right. I’m just a little shocked is all, and quite frankly I don’t trust Nat. I was here when you left, you have no idea the mess you left behind.”

“I get that, I really do. I told Lottie herself, we don’t have to rush anything. I didn’t even expect her to take me back. But it’s my baby, I want to be in it’s life, I want to do right by it… and by Lottie. I’m really fuckin’ trying here.” 

Lottie pressed a hand against Nat’s chest, urging her to stop talking. “No. You don’t need to explain yourself, okay?” Lottie turned back to Jackie to continue. “I know you want to look out for me, I really do, but I just wanted to tell someone and them be happy for me.” The tears returned in full effect, streaming down her cheeks. Lottie quickly wiped them away. “Fuck these tears, oh my god.” She mumbled, “I’m so fucking hormonal and Nat has been incredible, more than incredible. Yes, we are still working on things, but we are happy. I’m finally happy and I just want my friends to be happy for me as well.” 

“If you’re happy then I’m happy, Lot. I just don’t want to see you ever get hurt like that again, okay? I’m sorry. Tell me again, just start over.” Jackie whined.

Nat groaned, “Fuck, I’m not doing that whole speech again.”

Lottie giggled lightly, wiping away the rest of her tears. “I’m pregnant.” She repeated.

Jackie jumped up and down clapping her hands before running over to Lottie and jumping into her arms. 

“I’m going to be an auntie!” She squealed.

Lottie laughed freely, “Yup. And Shauna.”

Shauna looked up from a drink with a huff, “Yay.” She cheered unenthusiastically. “No, but seriously congrats guys.”

Jackie practically dragged Lottie into the living room to gather every tiny detail of what she had missed. She made Lottie swear they would meet up or have a phone call at least once a week so she could be updated regularly.

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Week 15

Lottie sat in her car for a moment, contemplating if this was actually a good idea. 

Nat had left for work in her new overalls and Lottie -honest to god- had to go back inside the house to get herself off. Her hormones were settling slightly when it came to crying, she’d managed to make it two whole days without a single tear shed, outside the bedroom anyway. But her horniness was still a slight issue, or a gift if you asked Nat. 

So there she was, sitting outside the place Lottie knew she was working with a sandwich from the deli Nat worshiped. Was this a little too clingy? Turning up to Nat’s work just to ogle her in her work overalls and watch her saw, or whatever the hell a joiner actually does. 

Fuck it. She thought, I’m already here now anyway and I can't eat this sandwich myself, it smells horrible. 

Looking down at her growing stomach she placed a hand across it, “Let’s go see, daddy.” She whispered down to the baby.

She lugged herself out of the car, mentally noting she really needed to go shopping this week. Her jumpers had become tighter by the day, not to mention having to constantly put her breast back into her bra. 

She walked across the street and into the back yard where Nat was working. The moment she laid eyes on her, she froze. 

There was Nat, overalls on, the front hanging down leaving her top half in a tank top. Lottie’s eyes zeroed in on her biceps that had been growing considerably over the past month due to all the heavy lifting she’d been doing at work. She watched for longer than she probably should have, staring open-mouthed at Nat’s abs as she lifted up her tank top to wipe the sweat from her face.

Lottie decided now was the time to quit staring and actually go over there and greet her. She strolled further into the yard, watching Nat hammering a nail into the porch she was building, humming quietly to herself.

She cleared her throat to get the woman's attention. Nat glanced up, then did a double take, her eyes widening in shock.

“Oh, hey! What are you doing here?” Nat questioned, sliding her hammer into her work belt and standing up straighter.

Lottie held up the sandwich, shaking it as though she was tempting a puppy by shaking a bag of treats. “I brought you some lunch from that deli you love.”

Nat reached out to grab the bag, a hand wrapping around Lottie’s waist and pulling her in for a quick kiss. “Thanks, baby.” 

She perched herself on the edge of the porch she had already built and began digging through the bag and fishing out her sandwich. 

Nat patted the edge of the porch next to her, gesturing for Lottie to take a seat.

“How’s my baby’s?” Nat sing-songed as she took her first bite of the sandwich, humming contently.

“We’re good. Little raspberry missed you so I thought I would pop by since I had a cancellation.” 

Nat chuckled lightly, “Oh it was the baby that missed me. Not you?”

Lottie nodded in agreement, beaming shyly. She looked around at the work Nat had accomplished. “You did all this by yourself?”

Nat rushed to swallow her bite of sandwich so she could reply. “Yeah, pretty much. Van helped with putting in the foundations, that's a two man job. But planking it and the rail was all me. You like it?”

“It’s amazing. I can’t believe you actually built this. I want one like this one day, if I ever make it out of my apartment that is.” Lottie mused, running her hand along the decking.

“I would build you a way nicer porch than this. A garden would be great too, imagine our baby when they’re older, running around on the lawn.” Nat smiled softly at the thought. 

Her dreamy expression was infecting Lottie, the same vision crossing her mind. “Yeah.” She hummed, “That would be nice.”

They basked in the dream for a while before Lottie spoke up. “I really like this.” She tugged at the work belt around Nat’s hips. “And these.” Then running her hand over the thigh of her brown Carhartt overalls.

“Oh yeah?” Nat rasped, crumpling up the wrapper of her now finished sandwich and throwing it back into the bag.

“Mhm.” Lottie hummed, biting her lip flirtatiously. “Do the home owners come back to check on you?” 

“Nope. They haven’t moved in yet.” Nat smirked, already knowing where this was going.

“Can I see inside? You know, just to get decorating ideas.” She shrugged.

Nat raised her brow, “Decorating ideas?” 

“Yeah, maybe the kitchen. Or do they have a couch? Maybe we could test it out and see if we like it?” Lottie purred, running her hand up Nat’s thigh and palming at her crotch.

Groaning, Nat stood up, holding out a hand for Lottie to take. “They don’t have a couch yet, but I can show you the kitchen.” 

Nat led Lottie into the house by her hand, pulling her towards the kitchen. The moment they stepped in, Lottie was dragging Nat by her work belt as she leaned against the countertop.

“God, you have no idea how fucking hot you are. Not to mention your tits are so… full.” Nat mused, running her hands over Lottie’s chest and down to her stomach. 

“We need to be quick. I have a patient in an hour.” Lottie commanded, already unbuckling Nat’s tool belt. 

Nat nodded, pressing forwards and melding their lips together. She would never tire of kissing her, her soft lips pressed against hers, her teeth scraping at her bottom lip and tugging just enough to sting. 

Lottie’s hands continued to work on her belt, finally tugging the clasp free and throwing it onto the floor with a loud thud, forgetting her tools were actually attached to said belt. Nat didn’t seem to care, all she was focused on was tearing off her jumper and burying her face in her breasts. 

Reaching a hand out behind herself, Lottie threw her head back, basking in the attention Nat was giving her sensitive tits. The moment she felt Nat’s thumb brush over her nipple, straining against the thin lace of her bra, she whimpered. 

“Sensitive.” Lottie panted, grasping at her hair to hold her close. 

Nat reached behind her, tugging at the clasp until it gave way. She all but tore the garment from her chest, discarding it somewhere across the room. She didn’t bother to waste another second, wrapping her arm around Lottie’s waist and diving in head first.

She latched onto her nipple, sucking lightly and relishing in the breathy little whimpers coming from Lottie above her. She ran her tongue across the peak, flicking and teasing as she went. The minute she unsheathed her teeth, grazing them across her hard nipples, Lottie’s knees almost buckled.

She hissed between her clenched teeth, pulling Nat in closer, silently begging her to continue. 

Once Nat had thoroughly stimulated her left nipple, leaving her almost too sensitive to touch, she kissed across her chest and began offering her right nipple the same treatment. She licked and bit and sucked until Lottie was far too overstimulated to take another second. 

Subsequently, Lottie tugged at her hair, forcing her head back and latching onto her lips. The kiss was sloppy and frantic, both women urgently swallowing each other's soft whimpers and sliding their tongues against one another. 

Neither of the women could grasp how long they had been kissing, time turning in on itself as they lost themselves in the moment, savouring each other until they could no longer ignore the aching in their centers.

Lottie’s hands returned to Nat’s overalls, popping the buttons at her waist in order to push them down. They pooled around her ankles, her boxers swiftly joining them. Lottie unbuttoned her own jeans, pushing them down her hips along with her panties.

Grasping at her hips, Nat spun Lottie around, forcing her down onto the cool marble countertop and positioning herself behind. She made sure to keep her bump away from the counter, ensuring she didn't squish it. Instead she rested her breasts against the surface, almost flinching at the cold stone against her sensitive nipples. Her cheek was pressed against the counter top, her warm breath leaving condensation on the marble.

Lottie removed her foot from one leg of her pants, shuffling her stance a little wider so Nat could reach. 

“That’s it, baby. Stay just like that. You look so fuckin’ perfect.” Nat mused, running her hand down Lottie’s spin and across the dip in her back. 

“Please, Natty.” Lottie whined, shaking her ass to get her attention. 

“This what you want?” Nat questioned, slapping the head of her cock against Lottie’s pert ass cheek.

Lottie nodded against the counter, “Mhm. Please, baby. I want it so bad. I need it.” 

Just when Lottie was on the verge of losing her mind, she felt Nat’s cock sliding between her fold. Her thighs shook the moment her head flicked across her clit.

“Look at you. Getting me all ready, smearing your pussy all over me.” Nat rasped as she continued to slide her length along Lottie’s cunt, smearing her wetness as she went.

When Nat eventually pulled back, her cock was glistening. “What a fuckin’ mess you’ve made.” She mumbled, lining herself up with Lottie’s entrance.

Lottie was honestly getting past the point of desperation, sighing with relief as she felt Nat’s head pressing against her clenching hole. Lottie decided she’d had enough of Nat’s teasing, pushing herself back and forcing her cock inside herself before Nat had the chance to prepare. 

Nat threw her head back, gasping up at the ceiling as she tried her best to keep her composure intact. 

“Fuuuck.” She groaned, her cock throbbing as it slid inside Lottie’s quivering walls.

When Nat returned her head to its original position, she witnessed Lottie’s eyes roll into the back of her head as the feeling of fullness quelled the ache between her legs. Lottie pushed back further, grinding her ass against Nat’s hips as she forced every last inch of her inside. 

“Now fuck me.” Lottie demanded, her hand reaching back to clutch at Nat’s hips and force her to move.

Nat had planned to tease Lottie, hear her beg and whimper until she was at her breaking point, leaving Nat in control. But as usual, Lottie insisted on grabbing the reins and taking charge, which usually Nat was more than happy with.

Deciding she wasn’t going to let it go this time, Nat grabbed onto Lottie’s wrist and tugged, pulling it up and pressing it against the base of her spine. 

“You’ll take whatever the fuck I give you. Got it?” Nat snarled, pushing her hips forwards to emphasise her point.

“Ah, okay.” Lottie moaned, surrendering herself to Nat’s will. 

“Good girl.” Nat mumbled, retracting her hips and recoiling them back at breakneck speed. She slammed her cock deep inside, pausing again before repeating the motion. 

Lottie’s free hand gripped at the edge of the counter top, knuckles turning white as she took what she was given. 

The slow harsh rhythm of Nat’s thrusts were on the verge of driving Lottie towards insanity. Pleasure shot through her body with every thrust, only to fizzle away during the drawn out pause. 

After another few moments of Nat’s torment, Lottie concluded she wasn’t above begging.

“Please.” She sobbed, “I can’t. Fuck.” Another harsh thrust stole the breath from her lungs. “Nat, please. I need it. Come on, baby. Fuck me like you mean it, give it to me.” 

“But you sound so pretty when you beg.” Nat droned, her voice whirring low and raspy, just how Lottie liked it.

“Fucking please.” Lottie sobbed once more, arching her back and shaking her ass in an attempt to lure Nat into giving her what she wanted. “Please baby. You feel so good. I need you.” 

Nat continued at her diabolical pace, pausing on every forward thrust just to feel Lottie squirm. 

Like a light bulb switching on inside her head, Lottie knew exactly what would get Nat moving. 

“Come on, Natty. Make this pussy yours, show me who it belongs to.” She purred in a seductive hum that never failed to get her what she wanted.

She could feel Nat’s hand gripping at her hip tighter, trying her best to restrain herself. “You want more?” Nat rasped, as though Lottie hadn't been begging for it this whole time.

“Mhm. Please, I need it so fuckin’ bad.” 

The devious low rumble that bubbled up from Nat’s chest had Lottie thanking her lucky stars she had the counter to hold her up, her thighs now trembling and threatening to give way.

Nat slouched forwards, pressing herself into Lottie’s back, her breath panting into her ear. “Okay, you wanna talk like a slut, I’ll fuck you like one.”

Lottie didn’t even have time to respond, her mind turning completely blank as Nat began fucking into her as though her life depended on it. Her hips snapped forwards with savagery, rutting against her ass and grunting into her ear as she went.

The sounds leaving Lottie’s mouth were nothing short of sinful, echoing around the unfurnished house and bouncing off the walls. 

Nat reached up with the hand that was previously grasping at Lottie’s hips, stretching up to cover Lottie’s mouth, muffling her hoarse moans. 

“Keep that filthy fuckin’ mouth shut.” Nat growled into her shoulder, biting down and relishing in the yelp reverberating off her hand.

The sound of Lottie’s cunt squelching was downright dirty, Nat couldn't help but comment on it. “You hear that? You hear how wet I make you. That’s all mine.” 

“Mhm.” Lottie muffled against Nat’s hand, nodding her head to the best of her ability.

“That’s right. All mine. No one will ever fuck you like I do.” 

Lottie was on the verge of passing out, her legs quivering as they tried their best to keep her upright. Everything about this moment was far too hot, Lottie’s fucked out brain struggling to comprehend anything but the euphoria flooding her entire body. She laid there helplessly against the countertop, eagerly taking every powerful drive of Nat’s hips.

Lottie was close, Nat could tell. Her walls were already trying desperately to milk her cock as they clenched around her.

“You fuckin’ love this dont you, pretty girl? You love it when I turn you into my personal cocksleeve.” Nat grunted, still panting against the shell of Lottie’s ear, sending shivers down her spine. 

Unable to speak, Lottie nodded eagerly, moaning against Nat’s palm. 

“Fuck yeah you do. You’re gonna come for me, isn't that right baby?”

Lottie nodded once again, her entire body now shaking as her climax neared. 

Eager to hear Lottie’s pre-orgasm rambling, Nat slid her hand away from Lottie’s mouth, wrapping her fingers around her shoulder and standing to fuck into her with even more force. The moment her mouth was freed, Lottie unleashed the most pornographic, filthy noises Nat had ever heard. 

She pulled on Lottie’s shoulder, practically forcing her onto her cock as she ploughed into her with everything she had. 

“Fuck yes. Don’t stop, I’m so close. Yes baby, just like that. You’re gonna make me come so hard, Natty. Fuck I’m gonna come, Im gonna come.” Lottie babbled, her body rendered useless as her mind turned completely blank.

Her orgasm hit her like a freight train, sending her into complete and utter darkness. Nat swiftly freed her hand to hold onto her waist, practically holding up her entire body to prevent her from dropping to the floor. 

Before her seemingly endless orgasm could pass, Nat came. Groaning and spasming against her as she pumped her cunt full of her release. The sensation of Nat’s come, spurting against her cervix forcing her orgasm to prolong.  

After a moment to come down from their high, Nat gently helped Lottie to the floor, resting her legs and allowing her time to recover. Nat slid down with her, sitting beside her, both women resting against the cupboards, panting. 

“That was… wow.” Lottie sighed dreamily, “Didn’t know you had it in you.” She chuckled breathily.

“Me neither.” Nat agreed, joining her in an out of breath laugh.

“You did good.” Lottie praised, holding up her hand for a high five.

Nat lazily reciprocated, snickering at her stupidity.

Week 20

“The doctor said we should be able to find out the sex today.” Lottie yelled through the apartment from the kitchen, to Nat who was in the bathroom changing out of her work clothes and into something less covered in sawdust.

“Really?” Nat cheerfully asked, wandering into the kitchen and buckling up her belt. 

Lottie stepped in to help, grabbing her hands and doing up the buckle for her before patting the clap to tell her she was done. 

“Yeah. Do you want to know?”

Nat thought about it for a while as she filled a glass with water and took a sip, “I don’t mind. It’s up to you, babe.” She shrugged, leaning against the counter top. In all honesty, Nat was dying to know. But she knows Lottie loved surprises so figured she might want to wait.

“I think we should find out, then we can start decorating the room and buying clothes. Obviously we could do everything gender-neutral but then we’re limited to a beige room.” Lottie cringed at the thought. 

Nat was almost shaking with excitement. “Okay, cool. I was low-key desperate to find out today.” She giggled giddily. 

“You’re such a dummy. You said you didn’t mind.” Lottie snorted.

“I wanted you to decide.” Nat shrugged, as though her selflessness was nothing.

Lottie put her knife down, turning away from the chopping board and walking over to Nat, wrapping her arms around her neck. “You are so cute.” She sighed, placing a tender kiss to Nat’s lips. 

Nat chuckled into the kiss, smiling so hard she could hardly pucker her lips. “I try.” She teased. 

===*===

“It’s great to see you both again.” Dr Williams smiled kindly. 

“It’s great to be back, very excited to see our baby.” Nat smiled, lacing her hand into Lottie’s.

Dr Williams typed away at her computer for another moment before starting. “So, how are we feeling?” She quizzed Lottie.

“I’m okay. Crying a lot less, thank god. I have noticed that I keep getting a rash on my arms that I’ve never had before.” Lottie pulled up her sleeves to show the doctor the small red blotches scattered across her arm. 

The doctor leaned forwards and assessed the rash, humming to herself. “Do you have any allergies?” 

Lottie shook her head. “Not that I know of.” 

“Okay, we will take some blood and test for allergies. A lot of people become allergic to things during their pregnancy, this looks like an allergic reaction to me.” Dr Williams explained.

Lottie nodded in agreement.

The doctor turned back to her computer for a moment, quickly typing up her findings and requesting a blood test. 

“Okay. Anything else you have been having trouble with? Any questions?” Lottie shook her head. The doctor turned to Nat, “What about you?”

“Me?” Nat asked, pointing at herself, slightly taken aback by the question.

The doctor chuckled lightly, “Yes. You. Do you have any questions about what's to come?”

Nat thought long and hard. Truthfully she had a list of questions as long as her arm but she worried most of them were plain stupid.

“Ask what you need to, Nat.” Lottie encouraged, knowing Nat far too well.

“Okay, erm.” Nat shifted uncomfortably as her face burned red. She knew what she really wanted to ask but wasn’t sure it was entirely appropriate. 

Van had shown her a video online of a baby ultrasound where the guy’s dick was poking the baby and shaking it around. It had honestly traumatised her a little. Last night when Lottie was practically begging for it, Nat insisted she go down on her, claiming she was desperate to taste her, which wasn't entirely a lie but still. She went to bed with a raging boner.

“Is my dick going to poke the baby if we have sex?” Nat stuttered out, her face burning a darker shade of red.

Lottie burst out laughing, clamping her hand over her mouth as she replayed the previous night's activities and realising why Nat hadn't wanted to have sex with her.

The doctor chuckled lightly before responding. “I get that question a lot. You won’t poke the baby.” The doctor typed at her computer, pulling up a diagram to better explain herself. She pointed around the image, explaining where her penis would go and how it wouldn’t hurt the baby.

Nat sighed in relief, “Thank god. Fuckin Van showed me a video online and I was honestly freaking out.” She explained.

“Why on earth would you listen to Van? She’s even more of a dummy than you!” Lottie snorted at the image of Van and Nat, both knowing literally nothing, discussing whether or not Nat’s dick would poke the baby or not.

“I don’t know. The video looked legit.” Nat mumbled, shrugging her shoulders.

“A lot of things you find online are most certainly not true. I will email over a list of reputable websites for you to take a look at. You wouldn't believe how many people come into my office convinced they are dying after googling their symptoms.” Dr Williams offered.

Nat nodded and thanked her for the help. 

“Okay, are we ready to see your baby again?” Dr Williams Inquired.

Lottie grinned, nodding her head eagerly along with Nat.

Once up on the bed, Lottie rolled her shirt up and settled back, wincing at the cold gel being applied to her stomach. 

Nat reached out to take her hand, leaning over to watch the screen before the doctor had even had a chance to locate the baby. Lottie couldn’t help the way her heart raced at the sight of Nat so excited for another ultrasound. She had spent at least an hour a day staring at the folded picture of a blob in her wallet. Lottie ran her thumb over the back of her hand, watching her lovingly.

“Okay, here they are.” The doctor announced, tilting the screen so the pair could see.

Nat’s mouth was agape in wonder, her eyes shining as she took in the sight of their less blob-like baby. “Look!” She exclaimed, “You can see their little nose and everything now!” 

The doctor chuckled lightly at her amazement. “Would you like to know the sex?” 

Nat nodded eagerly along with Lottie.

“You’re having a girl.” Dr Williams declared with a smile.

“HA!” Lottie jokingly pointed at Nat, “I told you.” 

Nat couldn't help but laugh at her, “Yeah, you were right.”

“We’re having a baby girl!” Lottie sniffled, returning her glassy eyes to the screen to watch her daughter. 

“We are. Natalie junior.” Nat grinned mischievously.

Lottie rolled her eyes, “For the last time. We are not naming our daughter Nat junior.” 

Nat chuckled to herself, pleased with managing to get under Lottie’s skin. 

After a few more moments of gawking at the screen, the doctor printed out some stills and sent them on their way.

Week 24

Lottie had known this day would come eventually, no matter how badly she didn’t want it to. She knew the longer she left it the worse it would get, she didn’t want any stress during her third trimester and had promised herself she would inform her mother and father of their grandchild's existence before she hit six months.

It wasn’t like she could really hide it anymore, her stomach was obvious now and she was having to wear clothes that were several sizes bigger or maternity clothing. Even if she could hide the bump, her boobs had grown at least two to three cup sizes. So her mother would assume she was either pregnant or had a boob-job. She wasn't sure which would be worse. 

She had changed her mind over a hundred times as to whether she was going to tell them in person or over the phone. Eventually settling on a phone call, mainly so she could just hang up if things went south, but also to avoid the drive out of the city. It had crossed her mind to just text a picture of the ultrasound and leave it at that. But she knew they would end up calling or showing up anyway after seeing the photo so figured a phone call would be the best option.

Nat had been working a lot within the last few weeks, Lottie missed her but she wasn't complaining. If anything she was happy that Nat was enjoying her job, not to mention she was really good at it. Luckily for Nat, she was working late again so Lottie was left to make the phone call alone.

She took a deep breath before hitting dial on her fathers number. After four endlessly long rings, her father finally picked up.

“Hello, Charlotte. How are you?” Her father greeted, formal as ever.

“Hi dad. I’m doing well. How’s you and mom?” 

“I’m good, working hard. Your mother has decided to redecorate, so the house is a bomb site at the moment. She insists it needs doing. You know how she gets, it's easier to just let her get on with it.” He complained. A faint clicking noise crinkled through the speaker as he typed at his computer, clearly still working while they spoke.

“Is mom there with you? I actually have something to tell you both.” Lottie tried her best to hide the anxiety in her voice.

Lottie could hear her father shouting through the house, trying to locate her mother. 

“It’s Charlotte.” He mumbled distantly, clearly not yet on speakerphone. Suddenly the sound became clearer, “Hi, honey. How are you?” Her mother sing-songed.

“Hi mom. I’m good, I was just telling dad that I have some news to share with you both.”

“What is it honey?” Her mother questioned.

Okay. Here goes nothing.

Lottie took another deep breath before speaking. “I’m pregnant.”

The silence on the other end of the phone was deafening. Lottie tried her best to sit in it, to allow them to process the news before responding. She allowed the moment to stretch until she couldn’t take it anymore. 

“So… erm yeah. I’m excited.” She added, hoping it would soften the blow.

“Excited?” Her dad scoffed.

“Yes. Excited.” Lottie repeated.

“You’re planning on keeping it?” Her mother spoke up. Lottie could hear the disbelief in her voice.

“Yes mom. I’m keeping it.” Lottie repeated once again.

There was a moment of silence once again. Lottie nervously picked at a loose thread on the couch underneath her.

“Charlotte. I don’t think you understand what you’re doing. Raising a child is hard. What about your job? Your life?” Her mother almost sounded as though she was begging Lottie to reconsider.

“I’m well aware of how hard it’s going to be, but it's not like I'm doing it alone. Work will be fine. I will take maternity leave and return as soon as I can. Lots of people with jobs have babies, mom.” Lottie protested.

“Speaking of not doing it alone, who is the father? We didn’t even know you were seeing anyone? Please don’t tell me you got yourself knocked up. I told you to take your birth control!” Her mother exclaimed, her emotions coming up to the surface the more she spoke.

Lottie knew better than to fully admit how this all happened. She had decided before making the phone call she would bend the truth just slightly. “The baby is Nat’s. We're together.” 

Lottie practically flinched away from the phone, knowing her parents were not going to be happy. They obviously knew Nat from high school and visiting Lottie at college, they knew she didn’t have the best track record and that she grew up under very different circumstances than herself. Lottie recalls one visit to college where her mother pulled Lottie aside and asked if she was aware that Nat was “Trailer trash.” It’s safe to say the argument they had that day was somewhat explosive.

“Nat? Jesus, Malcolm. Do you remember who she's talking about? Please talk some sense into her.” Her mother snapped.

Lottie’s dads voice crackled through the speaker for the first time since Lottie broke the news. “Nat. That girl from the trailer park?” 

Lottie thanked her lucky stars that Nat wasn't here for this conversation. The mention of her upbringing was a sore subject and something that Nat had tried desperately to distance herself from, even if it wasn't something to be ashamed of.

“Yes. Obviously she doesn't still live there. She has an apartment and she works as a joiner.” Lottie added, finding herself trying her best to defend Nat.

“Charlotte.” Her father sighed disappointedly. “You will go to the clinic tomorrow.” He announced.

Lotte scoffed at the audacity. It was one thing for him to ask Lottie to terminate the pregnancy but it's another to demand it.

“I think you’ll find I won't be doing that.”

“Oh yes you will, young lady. There is no way on earth I’m allowing my daughter to have a baby with… her.” Her mother chimed back in, her usual condescending tone fizzing through the phone.

“Oh no I will not.” Lottie fought back, “I’m not a child anymore. You don’t get to decide what I do anymore. This is my baby.”

“Charlotte, you aren't being realistic. Not to mention the risks of someone like you bearing a child.” Her father added.

Lottie could feel her pulse racing at the comment. She hadn't exactly considered her child inheriting her illness, but she didn’t care at this very moment. Her blood boiled. 

“Someone like me!?” Lottie exclaimed, fury coursing through her veins.

“You know what I mean, Charlotte. You have no idea how hard it was.”

Lottie scoffed again, “You’re kidding, right? I was the one dealing with it while you and mom ran away! I was thirteen years old, left alone, while I was dealing with a mental breakdown! So please, tell me how I have no idea what it was like.” 

“You weren't alone at all. Maria was there to take care of you.” Her mother defended. Lottie could practically hear her eye roll.

“I didn’t need the fucking nanny. I needed my mum and dad! I was scared and you weren't there!” Lottie yelled, tears streaming down her cheeks.

She could hear the muffled chuckle from her dad before he spoke. “Well if you keep this baby you might just find out why we needed a break.” 

“I will be keeping this baby, my baby.” She added, “And I will give her a whole lot more love than you ever gave me.”

“I hope to god you’re saying ‘her’ because you are guessing and not because you are so far on you know the sex.” 

“I’m twenty four weeks today. Thank you for the congratulations.” Sarcasm oozing from her vocal chords, “So no. Like I said before. I will not be going to the clinic. I’m having this baby whether you like it or not. Unless you change your attitude towards my baby and her other parent, who has been fantastic by the way, you won't even be meeting my baby.” Lottie was practically panting once she finally stopped talking, having worked herself up to the point of breathlessness.

The silence returned once again, she could almost feel her mother and father glancing at each other, desperately trying to decide how to respond. When a few more minutes of silence passed, Lottie decided this conversation was over.

“Okay. Perfect. I guess that’s all then.” She hit the decline button and threw her phone across the room. 

She pulled her knees up to her chest and sobbed. Her brain whirring and churning as she tried her best to rationalise her thoughts. Before she could spiral too far she heard the door to her apartment open. 

Nat stumbled into the living room, taking one look at Lottie before rushing over to her, careful to crouch onto the floor instead of sitting on her couch in her dirty work pants. 

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Nat cooed. 

Lottie sniffled, dragging her head out from between her knees. “They’re fucking horrible.” 

Nat reached up to wipe the tears away with her thumb, “I’m guessing they didn’t take it well.” 

Lottie shook her head, hiccuping slightly as she tried to soothe herself. 

“I hate them.” She insisted. 

“No you don’t. They’re your parents, Lot. You love them, just like they love you. They just have a fucked up way of showing it sometimes.” Nat soothed, running her hand across her knee. 

“I don’t get why they have to be like that. They said some really hurtful shit. Not only did they demand I go to the clinic. They also decided to remind me my baby could come out just as fucked up as me.” Lottie began to sob again, sniffling as she wiped her nose on the sleeve of her jumper. 

“Who knows, the baby might come out fucked up like me? Or maybe even double fucked up.” Nat huffed, trying her best to lighten the mood. “Listen. Whatever happens, we will give this baby every ounce of love we never received, okay?”

Lottie’s sobs lightened slightly, wiping the tears from her face and reaching out for Nat’s hand, lacing their fingers together. 

“Even if our baby does struggle the same way you have. Who better to know how to care for her than you? It’s what makes you so good at your job. You know how they feel, you know first hand how scary it can be.” Nat continued, trying her best to reassure Lottie everything was going to be okay. 

“I really hope she comes out okay, that we don’t mess this up.” Lottie whimpered lightly, tightening her grip on Nat’s hand as the tears slowed. 

Nat sighed, “Me too. But that’s what makes us the perfect parents. At least we know what not to do.” She shrugged. “We are going to give this baby so much love that there’s no way she doesn’t turn out okay.”

“I know.” Lottie breathed, “I don’t know why I let them get to me. Even when I know they're wrong, they just dig their claws in.” 

“You’re telling me. That’s why I refuse to speak to my mom anymore. Not to mention she only called when she wanted money.” Nat chuckled, as though it didn’t hurt her a little inside. 

Lottie smiled softly, “You did the right thing.” She reassured, “I told them if they don’t change their attitude they can forget meeting the baby. They aren’t infecting our baby with their shitty opinions. I think I would murder if they said something negative to her.” 

Nat laughed softly, rubbing her thumb over Lottie’s hand and standing. “That’s how I know you’re going to be a great mom. We’re going to protect our baby no matter what.” 

Lottie nodded in agreement. 

“Let’s have a bath. I’ll go run it and light some candles?” Nat suggested, honestly desperate for it after a long day's work. 

Lottie nodded again, standing to follow Nat into the bathroom and ridding herself of her clothes while she watched Nat add oils to the water and light the candles. 

Nat stepped into the warm water first, sliding herself to the edge of the tub and spreading her legs for Lottie to sit between. She lifted her hand, guiding Lottie in and helping her sit down in front of her. She wrapped her arms around Lottie’s growing stomach and pulled her in close, sighing as the tension in her muscles faded. 

“I didn’t think you could get any more beautiful.” Nat mused, running her hand over the bump. “You look so pretty carrying my baby.” 

Lottie hummed, sealing her hand over Nat’s and holding her there. “You think I’m pretty even though I’m huge?” 

“Fuck yes. Are you kidding me? I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, but you have never looked so hot. You’re literally carrying my baby! That’s like… the hottest thing ever.” Nat protested, her voice rising in pitch as she desperately pleaded with Lottie to understand. 

“Well it won’t be pretty after I give birth.” Lottie chuckled, trying her best to hide her worries behind some humour. 

Nat shook her head vigorously, “Wrong. You’ll look even sexier because you will have the body of the woman who gave me my baby.” 

Lottie hummed, somewhat pleased with her answer, slightly soothing her worries. 

“I promise you, Lot. Everything about your body, the way it’s changing now, the way it will change after. I’ll love it all.” Nat whispered tenderly. 

Lottie visibly relaxed a little, her shoulders drooping as the tension left her muscles. 

“Lot?” 

“Mhm” Lottie hummed, resting her head back on Nat’s shoulder, finally relaxing. 

“So I know the baby can’t feel it when we have sex.” She started, already hearing Lottie giggle. “But I mean, surely the baby can hear it. I mean she can hear us talking to her. What if she hears all the nasty shit we say in bed?” 

The seriousness in which Nat asked such a question was honestly too funny. Lottie burst out laughing, “Babe. It’s fine. She can’t understand what we’re actually saying. Not to mention, do you remember being in the womb?” 

Nat hummed thoughtfully, “Hmm I guess you’re right.” She shrugged, her worry eased. 

“Anything else you’re worried about?” Lottie droned, her head still relaxed back, her eyes closing softly. 

“I think that’s about it.” Nat chuckled, flopping her head back to rest against the edge of the tub as she ran her hands over Lottie’s belly. 

In unison, they both jumped up, water splashing out of the tub and onto the tiled floor. “Holy shit did you feel that!?” Nat gasped. 

“Yes I fucking felt that!” Lottie exclaimed, reaching down to place her own hand over her belly. 

“Did she just move!?” Nat couldn’t believe what was happening, her eyes shooting out on sticks as she sat with baited breath, waiting for another movement to confirm she wasn’t imagining things. 

Lottie’s stomach visibly shifted, directly under Nat’s palm. She retracted her hand, swiftly pulling it away. 

“Oh my god, that’s so weird! I could feel her right under my hand.” Nat quickly replaced her hand onto Lottie’s stomach, desperate to feel her again. 

“You’re hogging her. Move your hand over I want to feel.” Lottie pouted. 

Nat huffed, “Get fucked, she’s literally inside you. You can feel her all the time.” Nat protested, keeping her hand firmly placed on her stomach. 

Lottie rolled her eyes but reluctantly agreed considering Nat was right. Not that she would ever admit such a thing. 

They sat there until the water turned cold, waiting and gasping at every tiny movement until the baby had clearly tried herself out and decided to remain still. 

Week 25

Nat couldn’t quite believe how her life had turned out. She watched Lottie, clad in overalls with a brush in her hand, meticulously painting streaks across the walls of the former guest room, now baby room. 

Nat had insisted she would do all the work, begging Lottie to allow her to paint and do any heavy lifting. But Lottie being Lottie insisted she wanted to help, she called it ‘nesting’. Something she had read about in a ‘first time mom’ book she had been reading. Nat had rolled her eyes and reluctantly handed over the paint brush. 

Thank god she had, because Lottie had decided to cover one wall in a mural of flowing flowers, mostly pale purple and pink petrels scattered across the wall. Nat would have never managed to make it look even half as good. She had planned on just painting the whole wall one colour and calling it a day. But Lottie insisted on working on something more personal that the baby could enjoy looking at. 

Nat’s phone buzzed in her pocket, she pulled it out to answer the call. 

“Hey, dude. All sorted?” She asked. 

Lottie’s ears perked up, taking her attention from painting and turning to face Nat, mouthing ‘who is it?’  

Nat shook her head and turned away, continuing the call. 

“Okay, I’ll come now. Be there in twenty.” 

With that Nat returned her phone to her pocket. 

“I just have to run out and get something real quick. I’ll be right back.” Nat declared. Then she was gone. 

Lottie stayed crouched on the floor, brow furrowed in confusion. She shrugged and turned her attention back to the mural. 

Around an hour later, Nat returned. A huge grin plastered across her face. “I have a surprise for you.” 

“For me?” Lottie gasped, clutching at her chest. She loved surprises. 

“Yeah. Come on. It’s outside.” Nat practically dragged Lottie out of her apartment and into the street. 

“Hey, Lot. You’re looking hella pregnant.” Van smirked as she lent against the back of her van. 

“Well I am pregnant so I should hope so.” Lottie deadpanned, rolling her eyes. 

Van turned around to the back of her van, pulling the doors open and climbing into the back. 

Nat was practically vibrating with excitement, bouncing on the balls of her feet. 

Lottie followed to see what all the fuss was about. 

“A crib?” Lottie questioned. It was obviously a crib, but Lottie wasn’t really sure why Nat had gone out to purchase one without her. 

“I made it.” Nat grinned, clearly proud of her work. 

Lottie’s eyes widened in shock. “You made that!?” She gasped. 

Nat nodded. Lottie had never seen her manage to smile so widely. 

“She did a fucking good job, I honestly didn’t expect it to come out this well. She refused to let me help.” Van added. 

Lottie couldn’t believe her eyes. The crib was perfect, almost identical to the one she had shown Nat online. 

“The paint is baby safe and the same colour as the changing table you chose. The woman at the store genuinely hates me. I spent two hours comparing the colours.” Nat explained, still vibrating with joy. 

“Nat.” Lottie whispered, tears once again pricking at her eyes. “This is amazing. I can’t believe you actually made that.” Lottie couldn’t take her eyes off the crib, it was truly a work of art. 

“That’s why I was working so late. I was at Van’s workshop. It would have been finished a lot sooner but I won’t lie I fucked it up a few times.” Nat cringed at the memory of asking Van to go back to the lumber yard and get yet another load of wood. 

Van groaned, “You have no idea.” she added. 

“How on earth are you going to get that upstairs?” Lottie quizzed, looking between the two who clearly hadn’t considered that part of their plan. 

“Fuck.” Nat mumbled. 

Two hours later and the crib was in the baby's room.

Van wiped the sweat from her brow, “You owe me a beer.” She huffed, “Make that several beers.” 

Nat patted her on the shoulder and stared at the crib. “I will buy you a whole crate of beer.” 

“Okay, well I gotta go. Tai will be wondering where the hell I am.” 

“Thanks, Van.” Lottie yelled as she left the apartment. 

Lottie was in the baby room, admiring the crib, running the tips of her fingers over the length. 

“You like it? You can be honest if you don’t.” Nat asked, leaning against the door frame. 

Lottie looked up, her expression soft. “I love it. I love it so much. It’s honestly perfect, and the fact that you made it makes it even more special.” 

Lottie returned her attention to the crib for another moment, admiring the little flower carved into the head. “Stay.” Lottie suggested. 

“I already figured I was staying.” Nat chuckled. 

Lottie shook her head, still staring at the little flower. “No. I mean stay. For good.” Lottie’s eyes flitted up to gauge Nat’s reaction, slightly worried she might say no considering Nat always valued her own space. 

“You want me to move in?” Nat inquired, making sure she wasn’t mistaken. 

“Yeah. If you want to, that is. No pressure of course.” Lottie really meant it, she didn’t want Nat to feel pressured to give up her own personal space. 

“Are you sure? I mean, I’d love to! But I don’t want you to feel like I’m expecting anything from you.” Nat rambled on nervously, as though Lottie wasn’t the one that just asked. 

Lottie laughed lightly, “Yes. I’m sure. I like having you around. You stay here most nights anyway. When the baby comes I’ll need you here.” 

“Okay.” Nat cheesed. “Okay, fuck yeah I’ll move in!” 

Lottie chuckled, strolling her way over to Nat and looping her arms around her neck. 

“You make me so happy. Do you know that?” Lottie cooed. 

“That’s all I want, Lot. You have no idea.”

Lottie gently scraped her nails across the back of Nat’s scalp as she spoke. “Well you make me very happy. I’m going to need you here when the baby comes so we can take turns during the night. I don’t want you to miss anything. I want to experience it all together, including the exhaustion.”

“I can’t wait.” Nat sighed dreamily, pressing her palm against Lottie’s stomach. 

Chapter Text

Week 30

“Shauna, can you grab the diaper cake from the car?” Jackie yelled from the kitchen into the living room where Shauna was still completing the tenth task that Jackie had set her.

Shauna groaned, reaching up higher to hang a ‘Princess Incoming.’ banner across the wall. “Yes, dear.” She chimed, trying her best to keep her frustration hidden.

Jackie on the other hand was thriving, lining up cookies with pink icing on them, organising them by their varying shapes of crowns, love hearts and flowers.

After finding out that Nat hadn’t even considered the idea of throwing a baby shower, Jackie actively took it upon herself to organise one. Luckily for Nat, she was instructed to keep Lottie occupied while Shauna, Van, Tai, and herself prepared the apartment. 

“I hope she likes it.” Jackie fussed, rushing around to ensure the cake was exactly as she had ordered.

Tai rolled her eyes for what felt like the hundredth time today, “She’s going to love it.” She groaned as she filled glasses with pink lemonade and garnished the edges of the cups in pink sugar.

“I really hope so. I want everything to be perfect.” 

Meanwhile in the living room, Van was in charge of blowing up balloons. Every time one popped she flinched to herself, not because of the explosion itself, but because Jackie had already complained about her bursting several of the balloons that made up an arch that was now slightly less full than intended. 

Shauna huffed, finally having managed to get the banner to remain on the wall and stepping off the coffee table to retrieve the diaper cake from the car.

Unable to control herself, Van chuckled watching her struggle through the door, offering no help whatsoever. 

“Shut the fuck up and help me.” Shauna grumbled, almost dropping the giant diaper cake that Jackie had made herself. 

Van continued to make no effort to help as she lugged the cake into the kitchen and dropped it onto the counter with a thud. 

“Be careful with that! Don’t just drop it down like that.” Jackie complained.

“Do you realise how heavy this fucking this is?” Shauna snapped back.

Jackie groaned, rubbing her temples in frustration. “That goes on the table out in the living room with the gifts.” 

Shauna did everything in her power not to roll her eyes, instead retrieving the cake and returning it to the living room.

By the grace of Jackie Taylor, the women somehow managed to have everything ready just in time for the first couple guests to arrive.

Misty, Mari, Laura Lee, and Melissa all arrived in quick succession, having been practically threatened into showing up at a very specific time. 

Jackie received the text to let her know that Nat and Lottie were coming up the stairs. “THEY’RE COMING! EVERYONE SHUT UP.” She shrieked, pacing around the room to ensure everything was perfect.

The room fell silent as they awaited their arrival. They didn’t have to wait long until the door to their apartment burst open, Lottie practically running inside. 

“SURPISE!” The women yelled in unison.

Lottie gasped, covering her mouth as her tears spiked. “Oh my god! What the heck? This is adorable!” Lottie sniffled.

Jackie ran over to greet her, pulling her into a hug. “You like it?” 

“I love it.” Lottie took a brief moment to take in her surroundings before her bladder began to scream at her once again. “Okay, I seriously have to pee.” She announced, running off to the bathroom.

“We stopped twice on the way over here. It was only a thirty minute drive.” Nat grouched, pushing her way into the apartment and heading directly for the snack table. 

Her hand was swiftly slapped away, “Ah-ah. Snacks are after the games.” Jackie scolded.

Lottie returned from the bathroom and worked her way around everyone, ensuring she thanked everyone individually before returning to Jackie.

“This is amazing, I can’t believe you did this.” She mused, still taking in the decorations scattered around the room. 

Jackie was beaming with pride, “I’m glad you like it. I had some help, Shauna and Van complained the whole time but they did as they were told.”

Lottie could only imagine what Jackie put them through. She probably ran this event like the military. 

“How are you feeling?” Jackie quizzed, placing her hand over Lottie’s stomach in hopes of feeling the baby kick.

“Big.” Lottie grumbled.

She was big, her stomach was growing by the day and her bump was becoming a nuisance as it strained her back. Not to mention the problems it caused in the bedroom. It was pretty safe to say that Nat and Lottie had become quite creative with their sex positions. Lottie allowed her mind to wander back to one night last week when both women were scattered across the bed, Lottie laying at a 90 degree angle with her legs thrown over Nat’s hips and allowing her to shuffle her way inside. 

“Game time!” Jackie sing-songed, gathering everyone into the living room and having them take seats. “Okay,” Jackie began, clapping her hands together. “I’m going to hold up some pictures of baby items, and everyone has to take a guess at how much they cost. Write down on your whiteboard your guess and then I will let you know when to reveal your answers.” 

The room erupted into a quiet murmur as everyone gathered their white boards and pens and readied themselves for the game.

“Okay, up first we have…” Jackie paused for dramatic effect, “A car seat.” 

Jackie gave everyone a minute or two to jot down their answers, whispering amongst themselves as they decided on a number and wrote it down onto their boards. 

“Okay. Let’s see what you got.” Jackie scanned around the room, taking in everyone's answers. “Tai. You win that round.” She announced, jotting down the score on her note pad before revealing the next item. 

“A car seat costs $300!?” Nat whispered into Lottie’s ear, clearly shocked at the price.

Lottie giggled to herself, “For a good one yeah, speaking of, we really need to go out and get one. Not to mention the stroller.” 

“Fuck me, how much does the stroller cost?” 

“You’re cheating. I’m not telling you. It could be in the next picture.” Lottie scowled, her competitive streak in full effect. 

Nat rolled her eyes and returned her attention back to the game.

“Okay, next one. A Stroller.” Jackie declared.

“HA!” Lottie exclaimed, “See, I knew it.” She giggled, jotting down her answer and hiding her white board. 

When the answers were revealed, Nat took a glance around the room, gasping at the numbers on the boards. She was way off.

“$1000? You must be joking?” Nat gasped, her eyes bulging out of her head.

The room erupted in laughter following Nat’s outburst.

“Babes, you should see the stroller Lottie was showing me last week.” Jackie chided.

“Only the best for our baby girl.” Lottie added, smiling in the way she knew could get her just about anything she wanted.

Nat groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Whatever you want, Lot.” She grumbled.

The game went on along with the laughter. Nat mentally added up how much more she needed to save to buy her baby the best of everything. They had already spent a small fortune on the baby’s room. Lottie relentlessly insisted they had to purchase the best versions (most expensive) of everything. Nat just rolled her eyes and added whatever she wanted to the shopping cart. Lottie had insisted on paying for most of it, but Nat refused and pulled out her card, swiping it before Lottie got a chance.

Luckily with all the hours Nat had been working and her no longer spending money on alcohol, drugs, and cigarettes, she actually had saved up a reasonable amount to splurge on her baby.

“Okay, let's do presents then we can eat.” Jackie stated, gesturing for Shauna to gather up the gifts and bring them over. 

Lottie eagerly opened every present one by one, personally thanking whoever gifted her the item and moving onto the next, cooing over the tiny clothes and shoes.

A stand out item was the little wooden tool box that Van had gifted. Inside was a bunch of colourful wooden tools for the baby to play with.

“Someone’s gotta take over the business when me and Nat get too old.” She noted.

The women all lined up around the food, filling their plates and congregating in the kitchen and living room as they dug in, chatting about the baby and what they had been up to recently. 

Jackie was busy taking in all the information Lottie was providing about her birth plan. 

“So, I’m planning to do it naturally. Like no medication and stuff.” Lottie continued.

Physically recoiling Jackie spoke up, “Girl, do you realise how bad that’s going to hurt?”

“Obviously it’s going to hurt. I’m pushing a human out of her vagina.” Lottie deadpanned, rolling her eyes. “I want to at least try without anything. If it gets too much they can give me an epidural but I think I can do it.”

“Well, I admire your bravery.” Tai added, stuffing her face with cake and pink lemonade.

Van strolled over, wrapping her free hand around Tai’s waist. “What you guys talking about?” 

“Lottie thinks she can push the baby out of her pussy with no pain relief." Jackie updated her.

Van gagged, “Ew. That's enough for me.” With that Van returned to her original place beside Shauna.

The girls chuckled as they continued to chat about the birthing plan and Lottie’s plans for after the baby is born, leading the women into the baby’s room to show off the crib Nat had built.

A few moments later, Lottie was perched up onto a stool against the kitchen island and digging into the cake.

“The cake is amazing.” Lottie practically moaned, doing a little happy dance as she forked another mouthful between her lips. “Have you tried some?” She asked Nat, who was still enjoying the heart shaped cookies. 

“No, not yet.” Nat mumbled, her mouth still full of cookie.

Lottie gathered a generous amount of cake and icing onto her fork and lifted it to Nat’s mouth.

Happily, Nat received the cake, humming at the taste. “Oh my god. That’s fucking amazing.” 

“Okay stop doing that, it’s turning me on.” Lottie groaned far too seriously to be considered a joke.

Nat raised her brow with a smirk, leaning in to whisper into Lottie’s ear, “Don’t worry, baby. Once everyone leaves I’ll take care of you.” 

Lottie visibly squirmed in her stool, leaning over the kitchen island and burying her blushing face in her cake. Nat smirked again, cockily, thrilled at the reaction she managed to elicit. 

Quite frankly, Lottie wanted everyone to get the fuck out as soon as possible, her core aching almost painfully.

Two more excruciating hours later, the last of the women left their apartment, leaving Nat to clean up the mess they had made. 

The moment the door was closed and the last of the women left, Lottie was on Nat like a rash. She grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her into the bedroom, practically throwing her down onto the bed. Nat barely had time to process what was happening before Lottie was straddling her thighs and unbuckling her belt.

“Woah, what's the rush?” Nat breathed, a cocky smile spreading across her face.

“I need it.” Lottie mumbled half heartedly, focusing all of her attention on the task at hand and tugging the belt through the loops in one fluid motion. She reached down again, popping the button and tearing down the zipper.

Nat flinched as Lottie’s hand wasted no time, burying herself in her boxes and palming at her length. 

“Jesus.” Nat panted.

Not even bothering to lean down for a kiss, Lottie tugged Nat’s boxer down to release her erection. She reached out to grasp her, her hand drawn to Nat’s cock like a magnet.

“Fuck, babe. Slow down.” Nat breathed, trying desperately to catch up as her entire body was set alight.

Lottie ignored her, continuing to jerk her off at a deadly pace. She leaned forwards, allowing a long string of spit to drip out of her mouth and onto the head of Nat’s cock. She gathered the spit with her hand, smearing it around the tip before returning to her unforgiving pace.

“I want you to come on me.” Lottie purred, “You think you can do that for me, baby?”

Nat shook her head in protest, “Let me fuck you first.”

“No.” Lottie snapped, “You’re going to come on my tits, then you're going to fuck me. Got it?”

Nat allowed her head to sag to the side, surrendering herself to Lottie’s hand working her cock.

“Good boy. Just like that.” Lottie droned seductively, “Look at me.” Lottie demanded, retracting her hand momentarily to unbutton her blouse, discarding it on the floor and freeing her breasts from her bra. “Look at my tits. I want you to cover them.” 

Lowering herself the best she could with her swelling stomach, she pressed her breasts together, putting them closer to Nat’s cock so she could get a good view while she jerked her off. Her hand returned to her length, gathering Nat’s pre-come and smearing it across her cock.

“Fuuuuck.” Nat groaned at the sight, her eyes struggling to remain focused as her body relishing in the onslaught of pleasure Lottie was granting her. “Can-can I try something?” Nat questioned, words stuttering as Lottie’s hand twisted around her sensitive head.

Lottie arched her brow, “Like what?” 

“Kneel on the bed.” Nat instructed. 

Although Lottie really wanted to hold all the power tonight, she couldn’t deny how curious she was to find out what Nat wanted to try. She shifted up higher into the center of the bed, perching herself onto her heels and waiting for her next instruction.

Nat crawled over to her, placing a quick, chaste kiss to her lips before standing, steading herself with a hand on Lottie’s shoulder. The brunette eyed her curiously as she remained patently anticipating her next move.

Nat crouched slightly, bending her knees until her hips were low enough to press her cock between her breasts. Lottie bit her lip, piecing together what Nat was going to do. The realisation sent a wave of arousal to her lower stomach, her cunt aching and soaking her panties as she grabbed her tits and prepared herself to press them together, encasing Nat’s throbbing member.

Nat gathered saliva in her mouth before allowing it to drip down onto her cock and Lottie’s breasts. She nodded, gesturing for Lottie to squeeze her tits around her cock.

“So fuckin’ soft.” Nat groaned, her mouth agape as she stared at her cock encased in Lottie’s full breasts.

“Do my tits feel good, Natty?” Lottie purred, already knowing the answer but wanting to hear it anyway.

Nat nodded, already gasping for breath at the sight alone, “Aha.” 

“Come on, baby. Fuck my tits. I want you to come all over them, make them all yours.” Lottie continued, riling Nat up even more than she already was.

Unable to resist any longer, Nat began to move, slowly at first, experimentally. The warm supple flesh of Lottie’s breasts was almost teasing, but the sight alone was enough for Nat to come. 

Gradually, Nat picked up the pace, her cock poking out of the top of her breasts on every thrust of her hips. Lottie pressed them together tighter, carefully moving them up and down to help stimulate Nat’s member.

“God, that’s so hot.” Lottie mused, almost dazed as she stared up through her lashes, watching Nat slowly unravel between her tits.

“Feels s’good.” Nat slurred, gradually slipping into her own undoing.

Lottie could feel Nat’s hips stuttering as her orgasm neared, “That’s it, Natty. Keep fucking my tits. You gonna cover me in your come?”

Nodding eagerly, Nat replied to the best of her ability, “A-Aha.” 

“That’s right, baby. I want it so bad. Come on, baby. Give it to me.” Lottie had to resist the urge to give up on holding one of her breasts and reaching into her pants to ease the burning. Her cunt was practically throbbing in time with her racing heart.

Before Lottie completely lost her mind, Nat’s hips stuttered again, her thighs trembling helplessly as her come worked its way up her shaft and spurting out all over Lottie’s full chest.

Nat couldn't take her eyes off the sight, her come squirting out in ropes and painting Lottie’s breasts as her cock tensed and pulsated. 

“Fuuuuuuck.” Nat grunted, giving one final thrust before sliding her dick free and flopping down onto the bed with a huff. “Holy shit.” 

Lottie giggled lightly at Nat’s boneless body, momentarily forgetting the thudding in her center. “You really like my boobs, huh?” She teased, laying down beside her with her chest now thoroughly coated in Nat.

Nat smiled up at the ceiling, “I really do.” She agreed.

She waited for a while to allow Nat to recover before she couldn’t stand another second without some form of stimulation. She reached around her stomach and grunted as she struggled to unbutton her jeans. 

Finally stirring, Nat sat up, crawling across the bed to assist her girlfriend in removing her jeans and panties, throwing them onto the floor along with her blouse. Before settling, Nat eventually removed her own jeans and boxers, tugging her shirt over her head for good measure. 

Taking a moment to admire her handy work, Nat stared openly at Lottie’s naked body. Her eyes raked across her skin, pausing momentarily at her messy chest and dragging lower until her eyes landed between her thighs. 

“Jesus, you liked that too.” Nat stated, as though the mess between her legs was enough evidence to prove her statement. 

“It was really fucking hot.” Lottie chuckled lightly.

“Tell me what you want, baby.” Nat requested, running her hands over the bump and down to trail across her thighs.

“You. Inside.” Lottie whispered almost shyly, which was insane considering what they had just done. 

Nat began to stoke herself, returning her cock to its previously hardened state before dragging the head over Lottie’s clit, slapping lightly just to watch her tremble.

“Quit teasing.” Lottie groaned, her patience wearing thin after the show she just witnessed. 

Snickering at her own mischievousness, Nat decided Lottie deserved whatever she wanted after what she had just done for her. She lined the head of her cock up with her entrance and slowly sank inside.

Nat would never tire of the noise Lottie made when she first entered her, a breathy little gasp that would slip past her lips before she would use her teeth to clamp down on her lip in an attempt to prevent such a pathetic miniature noise. 

Suddenly reached down, Lottie grasped at Nat’s wrist to get her attention. Nat paused, frozen and worried she had hurt Lottie or the baby just as she had feared. 

“Don’t come inside. I want you to cover me.” She instructed. 

With a sigh of relief, Nat nodded in agreement before continuing to press herself to the hilt. She allowed Lottie a moment to adjust before starting a slow, sensual pace, rolling her hips leisurely and allowing Lottie to feel every vein and ridge of her cock.

“God!” Lottie moaned, lacing her fingers between Nat’s on her thigh. “You always feel so fuckin’ good.” She slurred, her brain already turning fuzzy.

“All for you, baby.” Nat mumbled, continuing her agonising pace. 

Nat was determined to press the head of her cock into every sensitive spot she knew on every single roll of her hips. She mentally visualised where to slide, where to angle, where to push. 

The slow meticulous momentum of Nat’s movements were driving Lottie wild, her cunt aching and burning deliciously. Usually by now she would be panting, begging for more, asking for faster, for harder. But instead, Lottie relaxed her body, allowing her orgasm to build slowly, piece by piece. 

“Keep going, feels good.” Lottie panted, “Just like that, baby.” 

Nat’s head grew a little wider, knowing her efforts were paying off and she was in fact hitting every button inside the woman below her. 

The noises coming from Lottie’s mouth had Nat’s stomach doing summersaults. Low, raspy moans that vibrated through her chest, spewing out from between her lips as her head flopped to the side, grasping at the sheets and stuffing them into her mouth, not to muffle the sound but for something to bare down on. 

The sluggish pace had Nat’s cock pulsating painfully, practically edging herself as she continued exactly as Lottie had requested. The walls hugging her length fluttered, Nat could feel everything like this, every texture, every crease, every fold within her. It was driving her feral. 

She groaned with restraint, forcing her body to maintain the pace that Lottie was clearly enjoying. She took a deep breath and encouraged herself to allow her orgasm to build slowly along with Lottie. 

“You-you make me feel so good.” Lottie sobbed, tugging the sheet out of her mouth and staring up at Nat with glassy, half lidded eyes. “You’re cock feels so fucking good.”

Lottie’s hand squeezed tighter at Nat’s, her cunt clenching as she neared her climax. 

“That’s it, baby. You gonna come for me?” Nat heaved, her breathing laboured with restraint. 

“Mhm.” Lottie moaned, nodding her head frantically. “Gonna come for you. Wanna come for you.” She rambled, her thighs visibly shaking.

With one final roll of her hips, Lottie was thrown off the precipice, clutching at Nat’s hand and throwing her head back with a guttural moan. Every nerve ending was standing to attention, her blood rushing to her center as she rhythmically clenched through the aftershocks.

“Lot.” Nat breathed, almost a warning. “I-I’m close, where do you want it?” 

Lottie was still fucked out and completely brainless. She gathered every remaining brain cell to come up with a discussion, “My stomach. Cover me, baby.” 

Nat froze, eyes bulging out of her head. “Lot, I can’t do that.” She whispered, as though she didn’t want anyone else to hear. “That’s like… Mad disrespectful to the baby.” 

Unable to hold back her laughter, Lottie snorted. “You’re such an idiot.” She breathed, still recovering from her orgasm. “Fine.” She huffed, “Put it on my thighs.” 

Nat nodded once before pulling out and quickly working herself back up. Lottie sat up slightly, resting on her hands behind her back, watching Nat stroke herself.

It didn't take long, Nat having practically edged herself the entire time at the achingly slow pace Lottie had insisted upon. Lottie watched intently as ropes of come covered the inside of her thighs, eyes flicking up to watch Nat’s brow furrow and her mouth hang open, a string of curse words sliding off her tongue. 

The moment she was done, she practically flopped down onto the bed, her body exhausted having come twice in a row, something Nat rarely did nowadays. 

“I can’t believe you asked me to come on your stomach.” Nat mumbled, chuckling lightly.

Lottie laughed along with her, honestly she felt so good she’d completely forgotten about the fact she was pregnant.

Week 32

Nat couldn't believe the amount of different car seats there was, not to mention the strollers. The options were endless and if you asked Nat, aside from slight colour differences, they all looked the same. 

She glanced across the aisle, watching Lottie scan over the tags. 

Nat still couldn't believe how lucky she was. Lottie was practically glowing, her skin even more golden than before. Her eyes dragged up her form, her maternity maxi dress hugging her newer curves just right.

“I think we should go for this one.” Lottie commented, urging Nat to join her over by a specific stroller Lottie hadn’t shut up about. 

Nat looked over the stroller, as though she had any idea what made it different from all the others in the store. 

“Sure, whichever you think is best, baby.” Nat nodded, glancing at the price tag and visibly flinching.

“Don’t worry. This one is a stroller and a car seat. So the price is like a two in one. Technically not that expensive when you combine the price of a stroller and a car seat.” Lottie explained, continuing to examine the attachments. “Plus I like the colour.” She added.

Nat resisted the urge to roll her eyes, of course she was choosing partly because of the colour. Nat couldn't deny that the two in one component did make sense. 

“Let’s do it.” Nat agreed, grabbing the large box from the shelf and doing her best to load it into their cart. 

“I want to look at the bags.” With that Lottie was gone, leaving Nat to lug the cart around after her. 

Lottie took far too long searching through every single bag the store had to offer, insisting on examining every pocket. Nat noticed that she was practically hopping from one leg to another and squeezing her legs together. 

“You need to pee again, don't you?” Nat deadpanned, already knowing the answer.

Lottie turned to face her with a guilty expression, “Yeah.” She spoke quietly, almost afraid to admit it considering she had peed three times inside this one store. Listen, it’s not my fault she's using my bladder as a football.” She defended.

“You always did have a mean penalty kick.” She chided, leaning down to talk to Lottie’s stomach. “Quit kicking mommy's bladder.” She scolded.

Nat chuckled and convinced her to go pee, agreeing to wait by the bags for her to return and make a decision. 

Bored of waiting, Nat began looking over the bags herself, eventually finding one that matched the stroller Lottie had chosen.

“Okay, I’m back.” Lottie panted, clearly having run herself back over to choose a bag before she needed to pee again. 

Nat held up the one she had found, “What about this one? It’s the same colour as the stroller.”

Lottie's eyes widened, reaching out to check the pockets and mentally deciding if she could fit everything she needed into it. “It’s perfect.” She grinned before adding it to the shopping cart and dragging Nat over to the baby bath tubs.

“Okay, this is pretty much the last thing we need aside from more clothes, which I already know you don't want to look at so I will take Jackie and Tai.” Lottie added, glancing over the different choices of bath tubs. 

It surprisingly didn't take very long to choose once Lottie noticed a tub that matched the tiles in their bathroom and added it to the cart.

On the way towards the check out, Nat glanced down the clothing aisle, finding herself leaning across the cart to take a closer look. Lottie turned, noticing Nat was lagging behind slightly and chuckling to herself before turning back to see what clothing they had to offer. 

“Come on, let’s just take a quick look.” Lottie giggled, as though she wasn't only looking because something had caught Nat’s eye.

They strolled down the aisles of baby clothes for a while, Nat latching onto a set of overalls that matched the ones she wore to work. 

“Stop! Those are adorable!” Lottie simpered, picking up a smaller size and holding them in her arms as though a baby was wearing them. “I think I would die if I saw you both in these. We have to get them.” Lottie added them to the shopping cart and continued to scan through the other items.

“Ah, I can’t. Look at the tiny little boots.” Lottie shrieked, her excitement overflowing. 

Nat couldn't deny it, the boots were insanely cute. “Okay, we kinda have to get them.” 

Lottie giggled, jumping up and down and clapping her hands in excitement before finding a pair that would be an appropriate size and throwing them into the cart. 

After gathering far too many items of clothing, they headed to the check out and paid. Nat winced a little as she read the price that flashed across the screen. She shook her head and reminded herself who the items were for and paid. 

“Can we get tacos?” Lottie asked, batting her lashes and pouting.

Nat rolled her eyes but quickly placed everything into the bed of her truck and headed over to the nearest Taco bell. 

Lottie had insisted on going inside and ordering some food while Nat waited in the truck. After a solid thirty minutes Nat began to worry. She stepped out of her truck and decided to go and check everything was okay. 

The moment she opened the door she could hear Lottie shouting at the cashier, “Oh you do not want to fuck with me right now! I’m heavily pregnant and severely hormonal. Now get me my tacos.” Lottie snarled, leaning over the counter to square up to the worker.

“Ma’am, I already told you. We don’t have the Dorito shell, we sold out a couple of hours ago. We only have our regular shell tacos.” The worker explained.

Nat gingerly wandered her way over to her heavily pregnant girlfriend, sliding past the queue of angrily waiting customers, to see if she could deescalate the situation.

Lottie spun on her heels, sensing Nat’s presence. “Perfect, my baby daddy is here and she’s gonna kick your ass.”

Nat's eyes widened, shaking her head at the cashier and gesturing with her hand across her throat, silently telling the man behind the counter she wasn't going to do that. 

“Baby, they said they don’t have them. There’s another one twenty minutes away, we can just go there.” Nat explained, trying her best to calm Lottie down.

“Ugh.” Lottie groaned, “I just want my tacos.” She whined, the tears beginning to trickle down her cheeks.

“I know, baby. We can get your tacos. Come on, let's go.” Nat soothed, wrapping her arm around Lottie’s waist and gently leading her back to the truck. Nat turned around and mouthed an apology to the cashier as they exited the building.

Eventually, Lottie got her Dorito shell tacos. The little happy dance she does when she finally gets whatever she's craving never fails to make Nat chuckle.

“Better?” Nat questioned, still smiling as she watched Lottie devour her first taco.

Lottie sighed, “Yeah. I maybe went a little too far at the last place.” Lottie cringed at the memory.

“Yeah, just a little.” Nat mumbled. 

Lottie shot her a look so sharp it almost cut her, flinching away and returning her attention to her own tacos. 

Week 38

“Ugh, can this baby just get out of me already?” Lottie groaned, laying on the couch with a plate of random foods balanced on her stomach. 

Nat huffed lightly, looking up from her baby book. “Not long now, baby. Anyday now.”

“Well she needs to hurry up. My back is killing me and I’m so fucking tired.” Lottie grumbled, reaching for another pickle.

Nat closed her book, placing it onto the coffee table and standing. “Sit up, I will rub your back.”

“Have I ever told you how much I love you?” Lottie cooed as she sat herself, groaning with the effort it took. 

As she shifted forwards she winced, reaching down to attempt to grab her calf but failing as her stomach got in the way. “FUUUUUUCK!” She growled, hissing through her teeth.

Nat knew exactly what was happening, the same thing that had woken her up the past three nights in a row. Cramp. Nat crouched down onto the floor and began gently massaging the cramp out of her leg.

“I could cry.” Lottie whimpered. “I’m so happy to be having this baby, I’ve actually enjoyed being pregnant. But these last couple weeks are really testing me.”

“Please let me just get some pain killers for your back.” Nat pleaded for the umpteenth time this week.

Lottie shook her head, refusing any non-natural medication. Not only had she had her fill of medication during her teen years, but she had also read that it wouldn’t be good for the baby, not to mention it would interfere with her breast milk that she was already stockpiling in the freezer.

“Just grab the capsaicin lotion.” Lottie insisted, pointing over at the sidetable where the pot of lotion resided.

Once gathering the lotion, Nat slid herself behind Lottie and unscrewed the lid, lathering her hands up. She rubbed Lottie’s back under her thin t-shirt, massaging the knots from Lottie’s shoulders. 

The noise that came out of Lottie’s mouth was borderline sexual, Nat had to shuffle a little and take a deep breath to prevent herself from getting turned on. 

Nat continued to work her fingers into Lottie’s shoulders trying her best to give her some much needed comfort.

Lottie had been struggling to sleep for over a week now, the size of her stomach was becoming an issue. Not to mention Lottie was the type of freak to sleep on her stomach, so the past few months had been a struggle to begin with. Now that the bump was even bigger, practically ready to pop, she was limited to even less comfortable positions. 

“Ugh.” Lottie groaned, “I’m leaking again. I need to pump the colostrum.” She rolled her eyes in frustration before standing up to collect the breast pump.

“Hey, it’s fine. Let me get it, just sit back down.” Nat insisted before running out of the room to collect the pump. 

Once she returned Lottie was slouched back on the couch, her head resting back against the cushions and snoring softly. Nat carefully placed the pump onto the coffee table and picked up the blanket thrown across the back of the couch, covering Lottie in it so she could finally get some rest.

Chapter Text

Week 39

Lottie had insisted they needed to have as much sex as possible before the baby came. Claiming, “My vagina will be ruined for weeks so we need to stock up on sex.” 

Nat had rolled her eyes at the statement. They had already been having sex several times a day throughout the entire pregnancy due to Lottie’s seemingly endless libido. Still, she found herself on her knees behind Lottie who was bent over the arm of the sofa, her own knees melting into the soft couch cushions. 

“Come on, baby. Fuck me like you mean it.” Lottie snarled, as though she hadn’t already had Nat on her knees making her come over and over again for the last hour and a half. 

“You can’t get enough can you, pretty girl?” Nat rasped breathlessly, panting and trying her best to keep up with the pace Lottie was demanding. 

Her abs burnt with exertion, her thighs quivering lightly, even her ass muscles ached. But she refused to slow down, hell bent on giving her baby mama everything she could ever want. Instead of slowing, she clenched her jaw, grunting and continuing to dig deep and drive her hips into Lottie punishingly. 

Lottie’s eyes were almost entirely in the back of her head, her cheek mushed against the arm of the couch as she drooled, a dark puddle forming below her smiling, blissed out expression. 

“So fuckin’ tight.” Nat hissed, trying her best -as usual- to stop herself from coming too fast. 

Nat had always struggled when it came to having sex with Lottie. Any other girl? No problem. But Lottie? Now she was hard to keep it together around. The way she moaned, all breathy and throaty drove Nat fucking insane. Not to mention the way she moved, the woman moved like she was sent to this earth to hypnotise, to ruin Nat in every way possible. Don’t even get Nat started on her pussy! 

“Fuck, deeper.” Lottie demanded, slurring her words, cock drunk. “Don’t come. I want it in my mouth.” 

Nat could have cried. Not only did she have to accomplish the impossible and try not to come while Lottie’s cunt clamped down around her like a vice. But now she was asking her to hold back with the thought of Lottie’s hot, wet mouth sucking the come from her balls. I’m so fucked Nat thought to herself. 

She threw her head back, now desperate to push Lottie over the edge before she became too sensitive and ultimately disappointed. 

“Fuck, Lot, I don’t know if I can hold it.” Nat groaned, Lottie’s cunt practically attempting to milk her. 

“Do whatever you want. But we’re not done until you come down my throat.” Lottie growled, reaching her hand back and gripping onto Nat’s wrist, yearning for contact.

Nat continued to plough Lottie into the couch, her hips slapping audibly against Lottie’s ass. Nat retracted her hand from the bruising grip she had on her hip, lifting it up and slapping down onto her ass cheek. 

“Fuck yes. Again. Spank me, Natty.” Lottie whimpered, her teeth worrying her lip as she braced herself for the next slap. 

Running her palm over the pink handprint on her ass, Nat spanked her again. The slap rang around the living room alongside Lottie’s breathy whimpers. 

“You like that, huh? You fuckin’ love when I slut you out and rough you up.” Nat growled, landing another savage slap to Lottie’s other ass cheek.

“Aha.” Lottie moaned, nodding against the arm rest. 

She really did. Every slap to her ass sent a devastating pulse of arousal directly to her cunt. 

“You sound so fuckin’ sexy. Moaning like a little slut just for me.” Nat rasped, feeling Lottie’s cunt clenching the moment the words hit her ears, spurring her on. “You like when I talk dirty to you? I can feel you gripping me every time I open my mouth.” 

“Fuck, keep going.” Lottie panted, desperate to hear more of Nat’s low raspy voice as her cunt continued to be abused. She couldn’t help but push herself back, forcing Nat’s cock to punch against her cervix. 

“Come on, baby. Keep pushing your ass back into me. Practically fucking yourself on my cock.” Nat growled, digging her fingers back into her hips and helping her move. “Look at you. So fuckin’ perfect. All mine.” 

Lottie could feel her orgasm building, from the very depths of her stomach, bleeding into her cunt. “I’m close.” She breathed, “You’re gonna make me come, baby. I wanna come all over that pretty cock of yours.” Lottie babbled. 

Her thighs trembled and tensed, her back bowing almost painfully before snapping, her climax ravishing her. She bit down onto the arm of the couch, sobbing as her body was set alight. Nat clenched her teeth and honestly prayed to god she could hold off as Lottie’s pussy clamped rhythmically around her length, practically begging for her come. 

Lottie’s body, mercifully, turned boneless. Just in time for Nat to pull out, mere seconds away from letting go. She took deep breaths, her cock twitching and threatening to lose it with no stimulation at all. 

Sluggishly sitting up onto her knees, Lottie shuffled slightly in an attempt to stand. Nat helped her, guiding her up and onto the floor and onto her knees once again. 

“Are you sure you’re okay down there?” Nat quizzed, slightly concerned about her pregnant girlfriend kneeling on the floor while she herself sat on the comfy couch. 

“More than okay. Sit back.” Lottie instructed, running her hands up Nat’s thighs and towards her cock. “Look at the mess I made.” She mused, seizing the base of Nat’s length in her fist, watching her own slick glistening and dripping down her erection.

“I’m so fuckin hard it hurts.” Nat whined pathetically, praying her girlfriend would finally give her what she needed.

“Awww. My poor baby.” Lottie pouted, her voice a teasing hum. “I’m honestly impressed you managed not to come.” Lottie giggled. 

“Me too.” Nat huffed.

Lottie shuffled forwards on her knees, placing herself between Nat’s spread thighs and leaning in, kissing the head of her cock. Nat’s hips jumped at the sensation, the head of her dick throbbing with sensitivity. 

“Let me take care of you.” Lottie cooed, pressing forwards and licking a long hot stripe from Nat’s balls, all the way up over the tip. “Mmmm, I taste good on you.” Lottie hummed. 

“Please, Lot. Quit teasing.” Nat sobbed, her patience wearing thin. 

“Okay, baby. You earned it.” Lottie smiled before parting her lips and taking Nat into her mouth, moaning around the length. 

Her cunt fluttered as she tasted herself on Nat’s cock. She really needed to calm herself down, six orgasms had to be enough for one evening. 

She began bobbing her head up and down, her eyes never leaving Nat’s as she worked her erection with her mouth. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking her harshly as her tongue danced around the underside. 

Throwing her head back, Nat groaned, staring up at the ceiling momentarily before returning her gaze to Lottie. She tangled her fingers into her hair, guiding her movements up and down. 

“Shit.” Nat hissed, the feeling of Lottie’s throat tight around the head of her cock making it almost impossible to hold back. “I’m not gonna last long.” Nat admitted, her cheeks turning pink. 

Lottie hummed in acknowledgement and picked up the pace, taking deep steady breaths through her nose as she forced Nat down her throat. Clearly Lottie didn’t give a fuck about how long she was going to last, because she was practically fucking her own throat before long, gagging, tears stinging her eyes. 

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuck.” Nat chanted, rutting her hips up slightly, chasing the tightness of her throat. “Gonna come.” She gasped. 

Lottie took a deep breath before lowering her head as far as she could go, taking everything she could into her mouth and allowing Nat to fill her throat with come. 

Nat threw her head back once more, shaking and stuttering in time with the ropes of come shooting out of her cock. 

Lottie didn’t relent. She kept sucking until Nat was flinching away, tugging at her hair and begging her to stop. 

Reluctantly, Lottie pulled away with an audible pop, wiping her lips with the back of her hand and smirking cockily. 

“I’m so good at giving head.” She giggled, placing her hands on Nat’s knees to assist her in standing up. 

“You really are. You just sucked my fuckin’ soul out, Lot.” Nat huffed, spreading her arm out for Lottie to sit beside her and cuddle up to her. 

They stayed like that for a while, cuddled up beside each other, basking in the afterglow. 

Nat ran her hand over Lottie’s stomach, memorising the shape that would soon be gone. “I’m going to miss this.” She noted. 

“My belly?” 

“Mhm. You being a pregnant nightmare.” Nat chuckled, her hand holding still over the place the baby usually kicked. “But you’re my pregnant nightmare. I’m so grateful.” 

Lottie laughed, "Grateful? For what? For me being a pain in your ass?”

“No.” Nat continued to chuckle. “For giving me a chance. For growing our baby.” 

Tilting her head up, Lottie rested against Nat’s bicep, looking up at her and placing her hand against her cheek. “You’re so welcome, baby.”

Week 41

Nat had been insisting Lottie was -under no circumstances- left alone. She was officially overdue and Nat was taking no risks when it came to Lottie making it to the hospital. Lottie had obviously insisted it was fine, somehow completely unfazed about the baby's impending arrival. She claimed she could even drive herself to the hospital and call Nat on the way. Nat had obviously refused to let that happen, so she had employed Jackie to baby sit her baby mama. 

Honestly Lottie was well and truly over being pregnant and ready for this to be over and to finally have her baby. 

Jackie was practically gagging at the sight of Lottie’s plate of food. The plate in question consisted of pickles, which had become a constant craving during her pregnancy. Various types of gummies that were mixing with the pickle juice. A dollop of crunchy peanut butter that Lottie was simply scooping into her mouth with her fingers, and several slices of salami. 

“Girl. Please at least move the gummies out of the pickle juice. I’m actually going to vomit.” Jackie winced, her face shrivelling up in disgust as Lottie scooped some peanut butter onto the gummy bear. 

Lottie chuckled as she continued to chew, “Relax. It’s actually good. You wanna try some?” She offered, holding out a gummy cola bottle that was dripping in juice. 

Holding out her hand, blocking the sight, Jackie shook her head.

“Oh shit.” Lottie gasped, still chewing at her gummy bear and glancing down. Her eyes widened as she looked up. “I think my water just broke.”

Eye’s widening to match Lottie’s, Jackie sprinted around the kitchen island to investigate. Sure enough Lottie’s water had very much broken, a puddle forming on the floor beneath her.

“Fuck. Fuck. Shit. Okay. Bag. Call Nat. Hospital.” Jackie spluttered out, her thoughts visibly whirring as she tried to remember what she was supposed to do if this happened on her watch. 

Practically sprinting out the kitchen, Jackie rushed to find the hospital bag that had already been packed and ready to go. When she returned to the kitchen, Lottie was crouched onto the floor with a handful of paper towels, cleaning up the mess her water breaking had made.

“Jesus, Lottie. Get up, you’re in labour you shouldnt be fucking cleaning.” Jackie breathed, exasperated. She hooked her arm under Lottie’s armpit and pulled her back up. 

Rolling her eyes, Lottie perched herself back onto the stool and continued eating. 

“What the hell are you doing? Are you in some kind of shock right now? Girl, you’re in labour. We need to leave, like now.” Jackie blabbered on, clearly panicking at Lottie’s lack of movement. 

“It’s fine. Can you please calm down? It could be hours before the baby comes. I’m not rushing to the hospital to just lay there for hours on end. I’m going to finish my food. Then we can go.” Lottie explained, far too calmly for Jackie’s liking. 

Groaning in frustration, Jackie pulled out her phone and dialed Nat’s number. 

In less than two rings Nat answered, “Hey. Is everything okay?” 

Jackie could hear the panic in her voice. “Everything is fine. Lottie’s water may or may not have just broken.” 

“Seriously?” Nat gasped, the distant sound of her tools clanking to the food crackled through the phone. “Okay. Shit.” Jackie could faintly hear Nat explaining to Van she needed to go and that Lottie was in labour before she returned to the call. “Okay, getting in my truck now. I’ll meet you at the hospital, okay?” 

“Well… That’s if we ever get to the hospital.” Jackie hissed, shooting daggers at Lottie, only to be met by an unbothered eye roll. 

“What? Is she like giving birth right now!?” Nat's voice was several pitches higher than usual, clearly just as stressed out at Jackie.

“Not yet. But she’s refusing to leave until she finishes her food. Can you please talk some sense into her before she gives birth on the kitchen floor?”

“Put her on the damn phone.” Nat huffed as she started her truck.

Jackie held out her phone to Lottie, “She wants to talk to you.” 

Lottie rolled her eyes and grabbed the phone, pressing it to her ear as she stuffed a slice of salami into her mouth. “Hi, baby.” She chirped, still completely unfazed by the severity of the situation. 

“Lot.” Nat sighed, already knowing first hand how stubborn Lottie was, “You need to get in the car and get to the hospital.” 

“It’s fine. I’m just finishing my food then we can go. It could be ages before the baby is here.” Lotte reiterated, still eating.

“It could also be in the next thirty minutes. So unless you want me to miss the birth of my child and give birth on the freeway, I suggest you get your ass in the car.” Nat was already on her way towards the hospital as they spoke, hoping to god Lottie would just get in the damn car.

Anxiously waiting, Jackie’s eyes flicked over to the clock and back to Lottie. She had no idea how to deliver a baby! She really needed Nat to hurry up and talk some sense into her.

After a moment of Lottie not replying, Nat spoke up again. “Baby, please. I’m begging you. Just get in the car and go to the hospital so I can be with you. Please, for me?” Nat pleaded.

Lottie groaned before placing one last gummy into her mouth and grabbing a pickle for the road. “Fine. For you.”

Nat sighed with relief, “Thank you. I’ll see you soon. I love you.” 

“I love you too.” Lottie hung up the phone just as Nat started to tell her under no circumstances was she to drive. Lottie did hear partly but decided to just hang up anyway after already not getting her own way. Somehow pregnancy had made Lottie even more stubborn than before. 

“Thank god.” Jackie breathed, leading Lottie and her pickle towards the door.

“We have to take my car, it has the seat already installed.” Lottie explained, routing through the dish of keys for her car keys. 

She pulled them out and headed for her car. 

Jackie slung the bag into the backseat and ran towards the driver's side door, only to be stopped by Lottie also reaching for the handle. 

“Oh no. We are not doing this. I’m driving.” Jackie snapped, finally at her breaking point.

Lottie rolled her eyes and handed over the keys before heading to the passenger side and buckling herself in.

===*===

Once at the hospital, Lottie signed herself in and notified the nurse at the desk that her water had broken. They waited a while in the waiting room for a room to free up. Jackie paced the room, back and forth, back and forth, desperate for Nat to hurry up so she didn’t have to deal with the stress of Lottie giving birth at any moment on her watch. Meanwhile, Lottie sat with her arms crossed above her bump, still grumpy about having to leave her food to sit here waiting.

Just as the nurse came to collect Lottie, who was still unreasonably relaxed, Nat ran through the entrance, eyes scanning frantically. 

“Oh thank god. I was so scared I would miss it. The traffic was insane.” Nat panted, her hands resting on her knees as she caught her breath. “I’m pretty sure I broke several traffic laws.”

“Thank god you’re here. I cannot deal with her stubborn ass for another second.” Jackie groaned, rubbing the stress from her temples as she finally sat down and relaxed.

The nurse led the pair into the room, leaving Jackie waiting and typing away at her phone for entertainment. 

“How are you feeling? Any contractions?” The nurse questioned as Lottie changed into her hospital gown behind the curtain. 

“Nope. Nothing.” Lottie replied, shuffling out from behind the certain and taking a seat up on the bed. 

The nurse jotted some information down onto her clip board before turning to find a glove. “Okay, I just need to check how dilated you are. That way we can establish what stage you’re at.”

Lottie nodded and laid back onto the bed, spreading her legs and closing her eyes while she waited for the examination to finish. Nat busied herself with unpacking the bag, trying her best to stay active to avoid freaking out that she was hours away from the birth of her child.

“So, you’re about 4cm dilated so you’re officially in labour. It could take a while so make yourself comfortable. I’m going to hook you up to the monitor so we can keep tabs on the baby’s heart rate and monitor your contractions.” The nurse explained, gathering the equipment and hooking Lottie up. “You can move around as much as you want, just keep the monitor on you. I’ll come check on you in an hour or so and we can get an update. Press this button to notify me if you need any help or if contractions start.” 

With that the nurse was gone, leaving Lottie and Nat alone. 

Lottie’s eyes flickered over to Nat, who was still unpacking the bag and setting out the items so they were ready. Her eyes narrowed, “I can’t believe you made me leave my food.” she mumbled. 

Nat rolled her eyes, “You’re seriously still annoyed about that? Lot, you’re literally in labour. You need to be here.” She explained, strolling over to the bed and taking Lottie’s hand in hers, running her thumb over the back soothingly. 

Lottie patted her belly with her free hand, “We were hungry, weren't we little raspberry?”

“Well little raspberry,” Nat began, leaning in closer to speak directly to Lottie’s stomach. “You can have plenty of food once you're here.”

Time passed slowly, both women chatting ideally as Nat texted Jackie updates and sent her a picture of Lottie in bed waiting for things to start. Lottie decided sitting around was doing her no favours, instead she took to strolling around the room and glancing at the monitors every so often. 

“What the fuck!?” Lottie gasped, wincing as she sat down onto the edge of the bed. 

Nat shot up out of her seat, rushing to Lottie’s side. “Are you okay?” 

“No. I’m not fucking okay. This shit hurts like a bitch.” Lottie hissed, grabbing onto Nat’s wrist and squeezing so hard Nat was sure she was trying to make her feel her pain. 

“It’s probably a contraction. Just try and take super deep breaths, okay?” Nat cooed, rubbing her free hand up and down Lottie’s back. 

Lottie nodded, her teeth clenched as she hissed deep breaths. 

After a solid five minutes of agony, Lottie finally relaxed. She settled back onto the bed and tried her best to enjoy her rest time before the next contraction inevitably began. 

The nurse returned an hour later as promised, checking Lottie’s dilation and discussing the contractions with her. 

“It says here you don’t want any pain relief. Are you still set on giving birth naturally?” The nurse inquired.

“Yeah.” Lottie nodded, still stubborn as ever. 

“Okay. Well, you can change your mind at any time so just let me know.” The nurse smiled kindly before exiting the room once again.

The contractions came and went, every one slightly worse than the last. Nat did her best to comfort Lottie, rubbing her back and feet and whispering encouragement into her ear. Lottie shifted to several different positions, desperate to try and find one that eased the aching in her back. She bounced on the ball they told her would help. It did not. She crouched onto the floor. Still no use. She paced the room once again. Nothing helped. The pain was unrelenting. 

The last contraction honestly had Lottie rethinking the decision to continue with a natural birth. The moment it passed she decided to double down on her choice, figuring she was already over half way in and may as well stick it out now. How much worse could it possibly get?

===*===

“Fuuuuuuuuuck.” Lottie growled, her head bowed forwards, dripping in sweat and gripping onto Nat’s hand like a lifeline. 

“You got this, Lot. You’re doing fucking amazing, just a couple more pushes.” Nat hyped her up. 

If looks could kill, Nat would be dead. Lottie’s eye darted towards her with the most aggressive expression Nat had ever seen. “You fucking did this to me you piece of shit.” She snarled. 

Nat could hear one of the midwives giggling between Lottie’s legs. 

“Okay, that’s okay. Get it all out.” Nat continued, trying her best to ignore the barrel of insults sent her way during Lottie’s agony. 

“Okay come on, Lottie. Let’s take some deep breaths and on the count of three we want a big push, okay?” The midwife questioned, wiping away any blood or fluid that was exiting Lottie’s body. 

“I can’t. I can’t fucking do it anymore.” Lottie sobbed, tears streaming down her face as the exhaustion set in after nearly three hours of pushing. 

“Yes you can, baby. You’re amazing. You’re doing incredible. You can do this.” Nat encouraged, gripping tighter onto Lottie’s hand. 

“Okay, 1…2…” Lottie took a deep breath. “3. Push push pushpushpushpush.” The midwife chanted. 

Nat knew child birth was obviously the most pain a person could endure. But she didn’t quite expect it to be so violent. Lottie screamed her heart out, putting all of her energy into pushing the baby out, while Nat stood helpless, wishing she could take the pain for her.

“Okay stop.” The midwife instructed. “The baby’s crowning. Just take a minute.”

Nat leaned forwards to take a look, quickly shooting back up to Lottie’s head at the sight she would never wash out of her mind. 

“She’s right there, baby.” Nat cooed, rubbing Lottie’s scalp to calm her. “Just keep taking deep breaths. So close.” 

The baby slowly emerged into the world, crying the moment she entered. 

Nat was a fucking mess. Tears streamed down her cheeks as her heart swelled to twice its size. Lottie was in no better shape. Exhausted and a blubbering mess at the sight of her baby girl. 

“Look at her hair!” Lottie whimpered, eyes never leaving her baby as the midwife held her up to see her. 

“You did it, mama. You have yourself a healthy baby girl.” The midwife congratulated.

Nat cut the cord with shaking hands, trying not to ruin the moment and gag, the cord more spongy and resistant to the scissors than she had anticipated. Once detached, the midwife set the baby onto Lottie’s chest. 

All her life, Nat was never aware she could possibly love anything as much as she loved Lottie. But here was this tiny little bundle of dark hair, crying as though her life depended on it, she realised she was wrong. She loved her daughter more than life itself. 

“Baby, she’s beautiful.” Nat wept, taking her finger and gently running it down her baby’s cheek. 

“She really is.” Lottie sniffled, unable to tear her eyes off her baby. 

The doctors took the baby to clean her up, giving Nat time to tend to Lottie. She ran her hand through her sweaty hair, praising her endlessly on what an amazing job she did. She leaned down to kiss her sweaty forehead, “I love you so much.” 

“I love you too, baby.” Lottie replied raspily, her voice wrecked from all the screaming. 

It wasn’t long before the midwife returned, tiny baby in her arms, handing her to Lottie in her oversized baby grow. 

“You did amazing.” The midwife noted. “Congratulations.” She smiled, nodding to both Nat and Lottie before leaving to allow them a moment with their baby. 

“You wanna hold her?” Lottie whispered, gesturing for Nat to come and take their baby. 

Nat nodded, wiping away her tears and standing from her seat. She ever so gently scooped the baby up into her arms, her tears falling once again as she sniffled, “I can’t believe she’s here. She’s the most perfect thing I have ever seen.” 

Lottie smiled lovingly, resting her head back against the pillow and watching Nat sit down and coo at their baby. 

“Hi little raspberry.” Nat hushed. “You’re so beautiful. Just look at your little nose.” Nat mewed, running the tip of her finger along her button nose. 

“I can’t get over her hair” Lottie muffled, yawning with the sheer tiredness that could only come from birthing a child. 

“I know. She already looks just like you. So beautiful.” Nat sighed dreamily.

The midwife returned a moment later, Lottie’s eyes drooping but refusing to close and take her eyes off her baby.

“It’s time to try feeding.” The midwife announced.

Nat stood up with the baby cradled in her arms, strolling over to Lottie and setting her down. Lottie shifted her gown, releasing her breast and using two fingers to line her nipple up with her baby’s mouth.

The midwife leaned in closer, checking Lottie was doing everything right. “Don’t be afraid to put it in her mouth. She doesn’t know it's there yet.” 

Nodding and taking her advice, Lottie’s face lit up as her baby latched on, suckling gently. “She’s doing it.” Lottie exclaimed, glancing up to check Nat was witnessing this moment. Sure enough, she was right there, leaning in and watching as their baby drank for the first time. Nat gently ran her hand over the baby’s head, feeling her soft dark hair under her hand as she ate. 

Glancing up at Lottie, Nat grinned, cheesy and wide, mouthing ‘I love you’ before returning her attention to their baby.

“Look at her eyes. She’s looking at me.” Lottie gasped, “Yes. I told you. Green. Just like yours.” 

Nat chuckled to herself, deciding not to burst Lottie’s bubble and tell her that baby’s eyes can change colour as they age. 

After a couple of hours and Lottie finally getting a much needed nap along with the baby. Nat texted Jackie to let her know the baby was born and that once they wake up she can come and meet them. 

Jackie

AHJDHBADaBwdjBWDBAWJDBJAWD

MY BABYYYYY IS HEREEEE

AHHHHHH WAKE THEIR ASSES UP

NO LET THEM SLEEP.

BUT LOW-KEY.

Nat chuckled lightly at her excitement before replying, 

Nat

My baby. I will text you as soon as they wake up.

Nat still couldn't believe this was all real, that this was really her life. She had the most incredible, intelligent and beautiful girlfriend who loved her endlessly. And a baby who Nat would insist was the cutest little thing anyone had ever managed to conceive.

Jackie practically burst into the room demanding to see ‘her baby’ mere seconds after Nat had notified her that they were awake. Shauna followed closely behind, looking over her shoulder to catch a glimpse at her niece. 

Smiling proudly, Lottie tilted the baby up slightly so Jackie and Shauna could get a good look. 

“Stop,” Jackie sniffled, covering her mouth so she didn’t scream and startle the baby. “Guy, she’s so cute. I could just eat her up.” She gushed.

“I can’t lie. You guys conceived a pretty damn cute baby.” Shauna chuckled, “Luckily she looks a lot like Lottie.” 

Nat shot her a scowl, “Hey!” she whisper-shouted. 

“You wanna hold her?” Lottie offered, holding out the tiny baby to Jackie.

Eyes widening at the proposition, Jackie nodded eagerly, reaching out and carefully taking the baby into her arms, rocking her gently to keep her happy. 

“Hi, pretty girl. I’m your auntie Jackie. I’m the cool auntie.” She whispered, turning to face Shauna so she could get a better look. “I want one.” She whined, looking up at her girlfriend.

“Thanks a lot guys.” Shauna deadpanned, not taking her eyes off the baby in front of her. 

“Here. Your turn.” Jackie announced, forcing the baby into Shauna’s arms. 

“What!?” She gasped, instinctively reaching out to grab the baby in case she fell. 

Reluctantly taking her in her arms she found herself rocking gently from side to side, cooing to the baby to keep her happy. Shauna would never admit it, but she felt a little emotional at the sight of her niece bundled up in her arms.

“My ovaries are going to burst.” Jackie giggled at the sight of Shauna and their niece. She sat herself down onto the side of the bed, checking on Lottie. “You did it, mama.”

“I know. I have no idea how. That shit burnt, like my vagina was and still is on fire. But it was worth it.” She smiled, still watching over her baby.

“She did incredible. Aside from cussing me out.” Nat chuckled lightly, standing to join Shauna and continue to gush over her baby.

“Did you manage without the pain relief?” Jackie inquired.

“Yup. All natural, baby.” Lottie smirked proudly.

A moment before Lottie changed into her clothes, finally allowed to leave, Nat followed the midwife to get the baby checked over one last time before they left. Leaving Lottie alone with Shauna and Jackie.

“Shauna. Can you give us a minute?” Lottie requested.

Shauna shrugged and left the room without any arguments.

“Jackie.” Lottie whisper-shouted. “Check my vagina.”

Jackie’s eyes shot out of her head. “WHAT!?” She matched Lottie’s hushed shout.

“I said.” Lottie continued, leaning in closer and grabbing Jackie’s wrist so she couldn't run. “Check my vagina. It fucking burns and I need to know it’s not completely fucked.” 

“Are you serious right now?”

“Do I sound like I’m joking? Hurry up and check before Nat gets back.” She insisted, already spreading her legs and pulling up the gown over her knees.

Jackie groaned before relenting. “Fine. But you owe me.” 

Leaning down, Jackie inspected Lottie’s vagina, deciding whether she should lie or not about the state she was currently in having given birth only hours ago.

“Well…” Jackie started nervously, “It looks a little fucked up right now, I won’t lie. But it will bounce back. You only just pushed a human out of here, Lot. She’s going to need some time.” 

Lottie groaned, flopping her head back onto the pillow and covering her eyes.

===*===

Watching Nat carry the baby out of the hospital was quite possibly the cutest, hottest thing Lottie had ever seen. Even hotter than her work pants. If she could actually feel her vagina right now she might just be turned on. 

She strolled along the corridor with the baby swinging gently in her carrier and the bag slung over her shoulder. Lottie couldn't help but snap a quick picture to keep as a memory and possibly make her lock screen.

Shauna had agreed to take Nat’s truck so that she and Lottie could drive home with the baby together.

Once the baby was safely buckled up into the car, Nat worked on helping Lottie in, carefully setting her down onto her still very painful vagina. She ran her way around to the drivers side and started up the engine.

“Baby?” Lottie sing-songed. “Can we get tacos on the way home?”

“Seriously?” Nat chuckled, arching her brow and adjusting the mirror she had set up to watch over the baby while she drove.

“Pleaseeeee.” Lottie batted her lashes and pouted.

“Fine. I guess you’ve earned tacos.” 

After collecting the tacos they finally headed home. Lottie was desperate for a bath and to sleep for as long as her baby would allow before she needed feeding again. 

Tai and Van were waiting at the apartment for them, excited to meet their niece.

Lottie didn’t mind, if anything she was glad. That way she could run her bath and fall asleep while Nat, Tai and Van fussed over the baby long enough for her to get a good enough nap to continue functioning. 

She greeted them both, accepting their congratulations and groaning at the sight of Van’s ‘Fun-cle’ T-shirt, before allowing Nat to run her a bath and add in some calming oils and light some scented candles. 

“She’s perfect, Lot.” Tai whispered, rocking the baby from side to side in her arms. “Have you enrolled her in pre-school yet?”

Of course Tai would be the one to ask if their baby was enrolled in pre-school mere hours after her birth. 

“Tai, she’s like 8 hours old.” Van groaned, chastising her partner while gently mushing the baby’s cheeks together and smiling down at her as her eyes took her in.

“I know. All the best pre-schools have super long waitlists. I actually did some research and you have one of the best schools in the area like 15 minutes from you.” Tai continued to elaborate. 

Van rolled her eyes before changing the subject, “Does she have a name?” She asked, just as Nat returned from drawing her bath.

“She does.” Nat confirmed with a grin.

“Are you going to tell us?” Tai teased, raising her brow.

“Her name is Lisa.” Lottie announced.

Van burst out laughing, “Like The Simpsons?” 

Nat reached across the couch to smack her on the arm, “No you idiot. Like my nonna.” 

Lottie had heard Nat talk about her grandma on several occasions. She would talk about the best and arguably only good parts of her childhood being when her grandma was alive. Lottie had listened intently during the stories, realising Nat’s grandma was the closest thing Nat ever had to a genuinely loving mother figure. She had mentioned the idea of naming their baby after her a few weeks ago. Nat nearly burst into tears. It was decided then and there. The baby would be named Lisa Scatorccio-Matthews.