I woke to the sound of rain against glass and the weight of his arm locked around my waist like he expected me to vanish in the night.
For a moment I forgot where I was. Then the sheets moved, silk sliding over my bare skin, and I remembered everything: the penthouse, the doctor's appointment at nine, the way Theo had fucked me slow and deep until I sobbed his name and begged him to stay inside me after he came.
I turned in his arms. He was already awake, gray eyes watching me in the half-light.
"Morning," he said, voice gravel-rough.
I stretched, felt the delicious ache between my thighs, and smiled. "You kept me full all night."
His hand slid down to cup my ass, pulling me flush against him. He was hard again, thick against my stomach. "You slept with my cock plugging you. Best sleep of my life."
Heat flashed through me. I reached between us and wrapped my fingers around him. He groaned.
"We have to leave in forty minutes," I reminded him, even as I stroked once, slow.
He rolled me onto my back and settled between my thighs like he belonged there. "Then we'd better be quick."
He pushed inside me in one slick thrust. I was still swollen and wet from last night, from all the times he had filled me and refused to pull out. The sound we made was obscene, wet and perfect.
I wrapped my legs high around his waist and met every thrust.
"Harder," I whispered against his mouth. "Make me feel you all day."
He gave me exactly what I asked for.
Ten minutes later I came with his name on my tongue and his teeth in my shoulder. He followed seconds after, hips jerking as he spilled hot and deep, grinding against my cervix like he wanted to brand the baby itself.
He stayed inside me while we caught our breath.
"Doctor's going to know exactly what we did," I panted.
"Good," he growled, and kissed me slow.
We made it to the obstetrician with two minutes to spare.
Dr. Singh was kind, professional, and completely unfazed when the ultrasound wand showed a tiny fluttering heartbeat at eight weeks and three days.
Theo's hand crushed mine so hard I lost circulation.
"That's our baby," he said, voice cracked open.
I couldn't speak. I just stared at the screen and felt something inside my chest rearrange itself forever.
Afterward, in the elevator down, he backed me into the corner and kissed me until my knees buckled.
"I want to hear it again," he said against my lips.
"Hear what?"
He dropped to his knees right there, pressed his mouth to my stomach over the thin dress.
"Tell me you're keeping it. Tell me you're keeping us."
I threaded my fingers through his hair. "I already told you. I'm not going Anywhere."
He stood, cupped my face, and kissed me like he was drowning.
Back at the penthouse he carried me straight to bed and stripped me bare.
"I need to taste you," he said, spreading my thighs wide. "Need to taste what I did to you."
He licked me clean, slow and thorough, moaning every time another rush of his cum slipped onto his tongue. When I came the second time he crawled up my body and slid back inside me while I was still shaking.
"Look at me," he ordered.
I did.
He moved slow, deliberate, eyes locked on mine.
"I'm going to keep you pregnant," he whispered. "Going to keep you full of me for years. Every time you feel empty I'm going to fill you again until you forget what it felt like to sleep without my cum inside you."
I clenched around him so hard he groaned.
"Promise?" I breathed.
He kissed me deep and filthy and came again, flooding me until it leaked down my thighs.
Later, wrapped in his arms with Central Park glittering forty floors below us, I traced the faint scar on his ribs I hadn't noticed before.
"Tell me something true," I said softly.
He was quiet for a long time.
"I swore I would never have children," he finally answered. "My family... they collect heirs like chess pieces. I didn't want to give them another pawn."
He pressed his palm over my stomach.
"Then you begged me to breed you, and I realized I would burn the entire board to the ground if it meant keeping you both."
I turned in his arms and kissed him slow.
"Then burn it," I whispered. "We'll build something new."
He smiled against my mouth, the first real smile I had ever seen from him.
"Starting tonight," he said, already hard again. "Starting right now."
Outside, the rain kept falling.
Inside, he filled me again, and I let him.