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Selena answered the phone accidentally, not realizing it was him until his voice came through.
"Funny you should ask... the dogs are at the vet. Anyways, I have to go. BYE." Selena hung up as quick as she could, before she called Zach and told him Eric had called her.

Zach cursed and told the agents to work double time. One agent came up and revealed a name from Cleo's past that was linked to organized crime in another city. "Find him and report back to me."

In the warehouse:
Cleo came to, tied to the chair as they doused her with ice cold water. She shivered, and blearily looked up at the man standing before her. At six foot four, Clinton Griff was a handsome man at first glance. But once you looked into his eyes, all you saw was the cold reflection of hell. Cleo's back twinged as the pain from the former lashing made it into her muscles. Clinton tilted his head as he regarded her, "I know you know where that money is. Your father took that what belonged to me, and I want it back."
"You know, you would have made a great pirate. Black hair, black eyes, tight pants, flowy shirts half opened, you even have an authentic ninetails. And even better, you smell like one too." Cleo responded in a quiet voice before smirking at him. His face turned into a scowl and he nodded to the two men behind her, who immediately began whipping her again.
She grimaced in pain, resolute in her decision that she wasn't going to give him the pleasure of her scream, although that got harder and harder to do every lash. The two whips used were both Cat'o'nine tails, but at each tip, a sharp metal ball was attached, which sunk into her skin and tore long scratches into her muscles.

The two men who whipped her had a quick rhythm, not giving her any time between whippings, one after another, until they would all blur together and she would pass out. Then they would douse her with ice cold water, Clinton would ask her where the money was and she would smartly retort back with something stupid. So on it went, until Clinton finally spoke up, "Turn her over. We'll start whipping her front."

Cleo's eyes went wide and she began to struggle, but wasn't able to prevent them from tying her onto the chair, the wooden slats of the chair digging into her wounds. She cringed away and then everything stopped as his cell phone rang.
"One sound, and Tony will shoot you in the stomach." Clinton said before answering the phone. Cleo put her head down, and began praying, hoping that Eric would come home soon and rescue her.
 
To say that Eric was displeased with the answer he got would be an understatement. He immediately dialed Selena back again, and it went immediately to voicemail. Now he was starting to get frantic. His next call was to Zach, who picked up after the first ring. Zach had her dreading this call, and had known it was coming as soon as Selena told him Eric had called her.

"Hey Eric."

"Zach. What the fuck is going on there? Cleo won't answer her phone & your wife is hanging up on me!"

"Cleo's just a bit busy; she wanted some extra work to make the time to faster while you were away so I've got her working down on some cross-referencing in the TS vault-" he said, referring to the classified materials vault where phones & other electronics were prohibited.
"-so I'm sure she'll get back to you shortly. And Selena well, Aunt Flo & all..." he said, drawing a glare from his wife who was standing at his door.
"On another note, there's a situation we're monitoring here & we'd like to have you here ready to go just in case. We're flying you back tomorrow evening, so do your best to finish up.

"Yessir. And tell Cleo to call me as soon as she get out of the vault."

"I will Eric. Take care."

And with that Zach hung up the phone and sighed. Her always been a good liar and he knew Eric bought it, at least for now, but it didn't feel right lying to him about his wife's safety.

"You know when you tell him there's only gonna be one way to keep him from murdering you, right?" Selena said.

Zach sighed again.

"Yeah, I do."
 
Selena nodded and then smacked him in the back of the head, in a classic DiNozzo smack. "Ow! What the hell babe?"
"That is for lying to Eric about Cleo. How would you feel if you were in his situation and someone had kidnapped me?"
"Okay. I deserve that. But I Don't need one of my best agents flipping out so far away. I'd rather he flip out close by where we can monitor him."
Selena rolled her eyes and stepped out to grab some coffee for the agents. By now everyone knew that Cleo was missing, and that Eric had no clue.

Clinton left after the call, but told his henchmen to continue whipping Cleo. Thankfully, the two men, who weren't the smartest in the bunch, didn't remove her shirt and bra, so she had some cushioning, although she still felt the sting of each spike. Silent tears ran down her face as she bore the pain, hoping no harm would come to their little one.

At the Veterinary clinic, Mai Ling finished up surgery on Sarge. He had survived, as the bullet went into his back and sat on the wall of his belly, stuck there. She sent the bullet to the office, hoping the agents could use it as evidence. Captain lay depressed in a large cage. He was doped up on pain meds for his throat, and depressed over Cleo. Mai Ling placed Sarge into his cage to recoup, the two dogs cuddling close together. Mai Ling looked at both and patted their heads saying, "Mama will be just fine. I promise."
 
Eric texted Cleo twice more that night & didn't hear from her. Somehow he managed to get to sleep, although it was fitful; tossing & turning. He texted her again in the morning, and was on edge all day, especially when lunchtime calls to both Cleo & Selena went unanswered. By now he was sure something was up; he knew there was some massive cover-up going on with Cleo in the center and he didn't like it. The minute he returned to his room he packed everything & waited impatiently for the chartered jet that flew him directly to the airstrip at HQ.

When he walked into HQ, he knew he was right. When he came it the door, everyone stopped what they were doing for a second & looked at him, which made him very uncomfortable. He walked straight into Zach's office not even bothering to close the door.

"Where the hell is my fiancé?" he asked through his teeth.
 
Zach turned to face him, a startled look on his face. "Eric... I need you to sit down." Selena and Tory both ran into the room after Eric and Tory snorted at Zach's order. "You really expect him to calmly sit down after not talking to his fiance for a couple days?"
"Hush money Tory, don't make it any worse." Selena said, looking at Eric with a soft pleading look. She turned to her husband and said, "Tell him everything. Act like it's an op..."
Zach took a deep breath and began, "I hope you can forgive me... okay... at 0900 Hours, Agent Cleopatra Gale was forced into a black van with Maine Tags by three male suspects. One of her dogs, Captain, was stuck in the truck, while Sarge attacked the first man who attacked her. He was shot down. Cleo was then forced into the van, and taken against her will. We haven't received any ransom notes, which lead us to believe that it is someone from her past. Her father was THE Gale Mobster, who ran the Wind Gang. Before he died, he went straight, turning over on his former associates and cleaning up the gang. When he died, he left her the mob. One of his associates seems to think he owed him money. He recently got out of jail, and we can't locate him... I'm sorry Eric. We're doing all we can right now."

Selena spoke up then, "All of it babe. He needs to know..."
Zach glared at his wife then looked at Eric, hesitant.

Tory tilted her head towards Selena and asked quietly, "Know what?"
Selena whispered back to her, so low that Eric couldn't hear her, "Cleo is pregnant."
Tory turned to her with wide eyes and said, quite loudly, "SHE's WHAT?!?"
 
None of that helped. All he knew was that his fiancé had been kidnapped some time ago, and his 'friends' had covered it up for days. Eric was silent for several long seconds, his lip & eye twitching. Then with a yell, he was out of his chair and leapt out of his chair, over the desk, knocking Zach backwards onto the floor as he grabbed him by his shirt and started slamming his head against the floor.

"My fiancé gets fucking kidnapped, no ones tells me, and even though you waited two days to tell me, you still don't know where she is?! Have you just had your thumbs up your ass for two days?!" he yelled, loud enough for every single person in the building to hear.

It took Tory, Selena & three others to pull Eric off of Zach.

"What the fuck?! What the fuck kind of bullshit are you-"

And then Selena whispered something in his ear. His eyes went wide, and everything clicked into place. Why her boobs had seemed bigger lately & her nipples even more sensitive than normal, why it looks like she'd gained a few pounds (not that he would ever have said anything about it), and of course the vomiting.
 
Zach looked at him apologetically, and was about to speak when an agent came rushing in, yelling, "I found her, I found her!!!!" Tory whipped around and grabbed the paper as Zach Immediately began shouting orders. "I want a team here to follow Eric. Now!!! I also want an ambulance on route. We keep this within our team. They took one of ours, we'll handle it."

He turned to Eric and said, "I know you might not forgive me, but I had an agency to run. Understand that. Take care of them..." Selena smirked as Tory said she was going on Eric's SIX. Zach nodded and turned to his wife. "We're going to need your explosive personality darling. Think you can concoct one of your special potions within the hour?"
Selena turned wicked eyes towards her husband, answering, "Who needs to concoct when they're already prepared?"
Zach smiled grimly at his wife as they headed out the door. Selena stuck her head back in at the frozen Eric and said quietly, "Eric? Let's go get the future Mrs Wright... and your newest addition to the family."

At the warehouse, Clinton and his three men were standing around Cleo, who had bled quite a bit, a puddle of blood forming around her body. She was growing weaker from the blood loss, and could feel blood now seeping down her inner thigh. A single tear slid down her cheek, and she let her head fall forward. Her back, which was tied against the chair was beginning to scab over, sticking her shredded skin to the wooden slats. Thankfully the damage from the whips only caused small puncture wounds on her stomach. Her bra had protected her breasts, with only a couple of punctures on her upper chest. Clinton raised a gun to her stomach and spoke, "One last chance babe... tell me where your father hid the money, and I'll let you go. Otherwise, you'll take a bullet to the stomach and a ride down the rapids."
"I told you... my dad took it to his grave... "
"Wrong answer Cleopatra."
He pulled back the trigger, and aimed. The funny thing was she was telling him exactly what he wanted to know. Her father's last request was to be buried with the bag of money...
 
As he sighted down the top of the slide there was suddenly a knock at the door, and what sounded like someone saying something about pizza. Clinton motioned with his pistol for one of his minions to go take care of it. As soon as the minion opened the door, there was the sound of a pistol's slide cycling and a wet crunching sound as a suppressed postil put a .45 round through his eye. The minion crumpled to the floor as the door came open and three armed figured wearing street clothes, body armor and balaclavas ran in, moving quickly and spread across the warehouse, each moving to their point of dominance as they fired suppressed weapons. The second figure through the door, definitely a female, cut down one of them with a tight burst from her rifle; the super-sonic round's distinct crack a marked difference from the suppressed pistol. The point man fired again, at a man reaching behind him for a rifle, two shots to the chest and one to the head making him fall backwards as his skull partially collapsed inward, leaving him wedged partially standing up against the wall.

Clinton turned and fired a shot at them, the last thing he would ever do. The pointman snapped off a shot, mangling his jaw before a follow up hit him in the neck. He fell to the floor, rolling around, clutching his throat as he made a wet gurgling sound; bleeding out and choking on his own blood competing for which would kill him first.

There was a little more gunplay, and one of them managed to make it out a back door, but was cut down by a second team watching the perimeter. Then it was suddenly quiet, except for Clinton's slowly subsiding gurgling. In quick succession, each of the three assaulters sounded off with 'clear', all of their voices seeming familiar to Cleo.

"Exploit the scene, 180 seconds. Get medical in here now." he said, quickly heading over to Cleo.

In the background, the other two grabbed everything that could hold data; phones, a laptop, DVR box, even a GPS wristwatch, then took fingerprints & face pics (some more useful than others) of all the deceased (and one soon to be deceased).

It's okay Cleo, you're safe." Eric told her as he cut her loose.

He started to pick her up, but realized she was partially scabbed to the chair.

"Babe, this is gonna really hurt. Are you ready?" he asked, not even realizing that his arm was bleeding.
 
Cleo was so out of it from blood loss, that when the first shot sounded, she simply smiled and closed her eyes. She didn't recognize the voices at first, but when Eric spoke directly to her she looked up at him. She was fading fast, and she yawned before noticing he was bleeding.
"Babe, your arm is bleeding. Are you okay?" Her brain was trying to figure out how he had gotten injured, and was completely oblivious to the fact that he would have to pull her away from the chair.

Cleo raised her arms up to him, like a child would to their parent. Tory ran up and knelt down, looking into her pain glazed eyes. "Eric is going to pull you away from the chair. It's going to hurt."
"Roger that Tory..." Cleo answered, still not completely coherent. Tory turned to Eric and said, "That's the best we can do. The ambulance just got here, so they can work on her immediately."

Tory headed back towards the paramedics who were headed their way as Cleo turned to Eric. She spoke softly, her vision starting to turn black around the edges as she fought to stay awake, "Eric... I'm so tired babe..."

She had no energy to scream when he pulled her off the wooden chair, pieces of torn skin hanging from her back and from the chair, but somehow she got the breath for it, a piercing sound, that when it ended left a terrifying silence in its wake.
 
Eric didn't even acknowledge her mention of the injury; he was too busy. Once he had her free, he carefully started to carry her to the ambulance, only putting her down once the agency's medics arrived with a stretcher. He took a rifle from one of the perimeter teams and jumped in the back of the ambulance with his love, not taking anymore chances with her. The rifle in his lap as he sat in the ambulance, he pulled off his mask & gently took Cleo's hand.

"You're gonna be okay Cleo. They're gonna get you to a doc & fix you right up, okay? No worries at all."
 
Tory watched them go, shaking head as she grabbed a cell from another agent and called the ambulance. She spoke quietly, saying, "Cleopatra is pregnant. So any medication used has to be okay to use with the fetus."
"Thanks for letting us know. We were about to start an IV that could have harmed the fetus."
Tory hung up and started clearing out the warehouse as Selena came in with soda bottles filled with a silvery liquid. She had a strange smile on her face as she placed the four bottles she carried into the four corners of the warehouse. Zach, who carried the fifth bottle gingerly, waited for her in the center of the large room, next to the chair that Cleo had been attacked to.

Tory watched Selena and asked Zach, "Does she know what she's doing?"
"My wife is a certified chemist and a pyro to boot. This place will go up in flames along with the four bodies. The flames will burn so hot that the bodies will be completely destroyed. Charred beyond recognition. The chemical she is using leaves no trace."
"I see why you married her." Tory said dryly as Selena directed two agents to arrange the supposedly dead bodies in a square next to where Zach and Tory stood. She took the fifth bottle from her husband and placed it in the middle of the square, making sure that the bottle was tightly closed. She was about to move when she heard Clinton wheeze. She turned to him and sank down to hear him, "Mooo...neeeeeeyzzzzzz...."
"Oh, You mean the bag of money Cleo's father was buried with? Yeah, it's too late now. Want to know how you'll die? We're going to open the four bottles in the corners. Each bottle will start releasing a heavy gas, which sinks to the floor and expands. When lit, it turns into a raging inferno, so hot that your bones won't survive. The liquid explodes, covering the walls with a highly flammable liquid. The bottle in the middle is closed. Which means the fire will surround you first before you begin to burn. It'll explode long before you feel the lick of the flames. By the time the fire reaches you, you'll be drenched in the liquid. Hope you're long gone before then... I wouldn't wish this death on my worst enemy, but for you, I'll make an exception. Burn you sonofabitch!"

She walked away, telling everyone to clear out. The only ones who stayed behind were Zach and Tory, who helped her open the bottles. She watched the fog grow before lighting a match and throwing it into the warehouse, closing the door as it caught on fire. "Call the fire department. I'll be at the hospital."
"Need a lift?" Tory asked, as Zach shook his head, "We're both going. See you a little later."
Tory nodded, since she had to stay behind to report everything.

Cleo slipped in and out of consciousness, her hand tightly gripping Eric's. The paramedics laid her on her stomach, as one started a drip for her. As he was about to connect the bag, another told him to stop before asking, "Eric, is she pregnant? Because if she is, We're going to have to change her drip to one the fetus can manage."

After Eric responded, the paramedic nodded, switching the bag for another one before connecting it. The ride was quick, and soon they were unloading her. Eric had to step back while they moved her into surgery to stitch up her back, leaving him standing by himself in the middle of the hallway. A nurse came back out and ushered him into a room to change into scrubs and begin filling out paper work.

Zach and Selena walked in fifteen minutes later, Selena with a sickening smile on her face, which Zach kept nudging her to remove. Selena finally sighed and her face changed after she took a deep cleansing breath, "How is she? Do you know anything?" Her eyes and voice were filled with concern.
 
Eric nodded.

"Yeah, pregnant..."

Eric just squeezed her hand & talked calmingly to her, even when she was unconscious. Even as they wheeled her into the hospital, he held onto her hand, only letting go when the doctors made him separate from her to put her into surgery. He almost went in, nearly getting into a fight, growling at the doctors & shoving one of them. Fortunately they weren't unused to such circumstances and Zach arrived just in time to keep it from escalating. For a while Eric was just pacing back & forth in front of her room, until the nurse came & made him change into something not speckled in other people's blood. She started to put the paperwork in front of him, when she noticed his wound. Another argument ensued wen she told him he needed to go to the ER & get it taken care of or he couldn't go in the room with Cleo. Eric wasn't going to leave & go to the other side of the hospital. Finally they agreed to have a doc come to him, exceptional circumstances & all, and he sat watching Cleo's door while a doctor stitched up his arm, waiting for her to come out.

Every nurse & doctor who came by he asked about Cleo, not liking that no one would tell him anyway.
 
The surgeon put a total of two hundred eighty six stitches into Cleo's back. They had to take skin grafts from her thighs to place over pieces that had been completely torn off, but the surgery was a success. Cleo made it through wonderfully, and the fetus was only placed under a bit of stress, from the torture and the surgery. Once Cleo was wheeled into her own private room, a suite, and Two guards were stationed in front of the room in case Eric had to be restrained.

A short nurse came to get them, making sure he was completely stitched up before saying, "The two of them are just fine. Come and see them." She led them down a hall and into the room, where Cleo lay, asleep, on her stomach. Her back was naked, covered in a thin layer of clear antibiotic cream to keep the risk of infection down. The doctor who had performed the surgery came in to speak with them. "Cleopatra will be just fine. All she needs is plenty of rest and to take it easy these first couple months. We had to put skin grafts as well as 286 stitches on her back. She'll have a couple of scars, but it won't be visible unless you are up close. The tattoo was completely destroyed, but once she is healed, she can get another one if she wants to. The fetus is fine, simply suffered from a bit of stress during the torture and surgery. She can sit and walk, but she can't put any pressure on her back. Depending on how her back looks, she can go home in about a week."

Selena hugged Zach, as she heard her friend was going to be alright. Her cell phone went off, and she went outside to answer it, "Hello?"
"Hey Sel, it's Mai. Cleo's dogs aren't doing well. Have you guys found Cleo yet? I think the only way they'll recover is if they are with Cleo..."
"Hey Mai, give me a couple minutes, I'll call you back. Tell the boys we found her and she's okay."
"I'll do that, but I Don't think they'll believe Me." Mai hung up and looked over to the two boys in their kennel. They were starting to lose weight, and neither wanted to eat or drink.

Selena walked back into the room, and after the surgeon finished speaking she spoke up, "Doctor, how do you guys feel about pets in the rooms?"
"Normally I would say no. However, this is a special case, and I'm betting it would help her heal faster with them here."
"Great. I'm bringing in two very well behaved German Shepard Dogs. They need her as much as she needs them." Selena left, heading to the vet office to get the boys.

At the office, the boys looked at her hopefully, and Selena smiled at them. "Come on, We're going to see mama and papa!" Both dogs struggled to their feet, weak, although Captain managed it, Sarge couldn't. He started whining as Mai grinned at them. "That's the most movement I've seen from them this whole time."
"Good. Help me get them into the car."
The two got the boys situated in the back, and Selena took off towards the hospital.
 
Eric was yelling at a doctor to run more tests on her and the baby to be sure that they were safe, the doctor, on the other hand, was trying to placate the still armed man.

"Sir, I can assure, she, and both her her babies are-"

"Wait, both?"

"Yessir. Did you not know? She's having twins."

Eric's eyes got huge for a second.

"Then definitely run more tests." he growled, turning on his heel and walking back into Cleo's room.

He knelt down next to her, taking her hand in his, looking her right in the eye as he grinned.

"I got a quick question for you babe. Do you think your place is gonna be big enough for the four of us?"

His question was a whisper, although the pair were then interrupted by two happy pups straining at their leashes as Selena brought them in.
 
Cleo, who was still half asleep, said, "My place has been big enough for the four of us babe..." Her head turned to take in her pups, who jumped up to stand next to the bed, greeting both of their parents with hugs and kisses. Cleo smiled and then drifted back to sleep...

Until what Eric said made sense in her convoluted mind and she sprang awake, eyes wide as she grabbed Eric's hand with her own. "The four of us? As in... Twins? Wait, who told you I was pregnant!?"
She turned her head to glare at Selena, who was settling the excited dogs into a large pet bed for them to share. Selena smiled quite guiltily, before saying, "He had a right to know sweetie. His pregnant fiance was in danger."
"Okay, I'll concede..." The conversation stopped for a moment, as a nurse came in to take some blood samples, and said, "Zachary, you go on and take your wife home. Cleo needs rest, and Eric, I expect you to keep her calm?" She raised an eyebrow at him. She was much older than them, with matronly figure, which immediately made you think of a mother or grandmother. You didn't argue with her.

Zach and Selena both smiled, and kissed her cheek goodbye, heading out the door. The nurse had blankets brought into the room for Eric, and then said, "Keep her Calm."
 
Eric grinned like a kid when she figured out what he was hinting at. He leaned in, and whispered to her belly again.

"Boy, boy, big strong boy." before looking back at Cleo.
"And once you're in better shape we're going to have a discussion about you trying to withhold things from me." he whispered.

As the dogs calmed down & Selena ordered him to keep her calm he nodded. Zach reached over to take his rifle, and after a brief tug of war & harsh glances, Eric relinquished it, very reluctantly (although he did still have his pistol). Eric moved his chair closer to Cleo, took her hand again and settled in for the long haul.
 
Cleo fell asleep quickly, holding his hand as the machines around her beeped.

A couple of days passed, and once the doctor was sure that the skin grafts would hold, Cleo was released into Eric's care. Cleo had already complained to the doctor about that, not that that had done a difference. Both he and Eric were adamant about her taking it easy. She wasn't going to go crazy and overdo!

Cleo sat in the back seat, leaning forward on Sarge, who was still weak from the gun shot and said to Eric who was driving her home, "I want to take a long bath... The doctor said that was alright to do with my back, and as long as it isn't steaming hot, the babies will be fine. I still can't believe we're having Twins!" Her voice squealed on the last word, Sarge looking at her confused, his head tilted before he put his head back down into her lap, nuzzling her tummy. "Now we know why Sarge was so protective of me. He must have sensed I was pregnant long ago."

She was just over six and a half weeks, and her tummy was just now beginning to form a small pouch. She put her hand over it and looked at Eric lovingly after he parked the car. Due to her back wounds, he couldn't carry her, which simply made him madder than a poked hornets nest. She loved it.
 
Six & a half weeks was enough for Eric to have beefed up the security of her place. Extra cameras on their parking spots, one on their entryway (along with a motion sensor to let them know if someone was coming from the elevator), a stronger front door, and a few other modifications. Deep down he felt guilty about it, like he should've been there to protect Cleo.

By the time they got up to the room, Eric was nearly livid, about several things, the largest of which was having to walk Cleo in. He made sure to lock the door, two dead bolts & a door chain behind them, before running ahead to run a bath for her.

"I think you should have some company for your bath. For safety." he told her as she walked in.
 
Cleo arched a single eyebrow at what he said and sent Sarge to rest in his bed. Captain drank down his water, slipped with his medication before cuddling next to Sarge. Cleo took a breath, and turned to face Eric, "The minute you step into MY bathroom during MY bath, you'll be sleeping on the couch."

She approached him, placing her hand on his cheek, and turning his head to face her and kissed his lips. "I am completely safe within these four walls. Remember, they had to wait until I had left the building. Look at me. I am safe, here, with you love." She placed another kiss on his lips, before walking down the hall and into the bedroom. She slipped out of her clothing and sat into the warm tub. She relaxed, keeping an eye on the door, waiting for Eric to cone bursting through.
 
Eric grumbled a bit when she kicked him out of their bathroom, but he didn't fight her on it. After all, she was fresh back from the hospital and probably just needed some signs by herself. And her words didn't really comfort him; he knew the vulnerabilities better than she did, but without moving he couldn't really close that gap. He just sighed.

"I'll be waiting for you in the living room doll. Just shout if you need anything."

And with that he walked back to the living room. He tied to sit and watch TV, but he ended up channel-surfing then pacing around the room a bit. He was still kind of wound up about the safety of Cleo & their two unborns.
 
Cleo relaxed in the tub, washing her hair, which she hadn't been able to for the duration of her hospital stay. She pulled her hair over her shoulder and washed it gently. After about twenty minutes of soaking, she smiled gently, and said loudly, "Eric darling...?" Before she could finish what she was going to say, he was in the bathroom, and she smiled gently at him. "Help me up love." She said, not asking him as she knew he would immediately do so.

She extended her hands to him, and stood, with a little difficulty, and then grabbed a towel to begin drying her front. She looked at him, asking him without words if he would gently dry her back.

Once she was dry, and dressed in a backless night gown, before sitting down in the bed and pulled Eric to her side. She took his hand and said, "If you think of everything that could go wrong with our little ones, you'll go crazy, and you will drive me to murder. Calm down, and enjoy the small Moments." With that said she placed his hand on her lower stomach, and looked at him. "We have two little humans on their way. They need your love, not your paranoia. Think you can try for me?"
 
Eric curled up with Cleo, just pressing up against her & wrapping his arms around her enough to calm him some. He knew she was right, and he knew this threat was being taken apart brick by brick as they lay there, but it still made it hard for him to not worry. Gently he kissed her shoulder.

"Okay darling, I'll try. I just don't know what I would do if something happened to you or the twins is all. But I'll try my best to chill out, since you asked."

He gently rubbed her slightly swollen belly.

"I love you so much..."
 
"And I love you." Cleo said, smiling and giving him a kiss on the nose. She fell asleep, making sure to place a pillow behind her so she wouldn't roll over on to her back on accident. She slept well, curled into Eric's arms, her own wrapped around her stomach.

The next morning, she yawned and stretched, pushing against Eric's warm body, her ice cold feet sitting on his warm stomach as she smiled sleepily at him. She leaned over, pushing him onto his back and rolling over on top of him. She placed warm sleepy kisses on his lips. She used her hands to hold her upper body up and she looked down at him quietly. "Make love to me my darling?" She whispered down to him, one of her hands caressing his bicep.
 
Eric kissed her gently on her back, being careful bit to put his mouth on any of her wounds, and slowly drifted off to sleep, holding Cleo.

He was sleeping heavily the next morning, not waking until she rolled on top of him & started kissing him. He awoke relatively quickly, smiling up at her, until she asked to make love. Eric faltered for a second. In his mind, she was still on the lens, fragile, like a china doll, and he was afraid of hurting her, and of getting a little too excited and maybe injuring the twins. It was a bit silly, but after everything that had happened...

"I... Do you need more rest doll? Maybe you should go back to sleep. I just... You need to take it easy babe."
 
"Which is why I haven't asked you to fuck me. Now you can either make love to me, or I will take what I want." Cleo's eyes were pure sex, sultry as they looked down at him. She made sure he understood her intentions, pressing her hips down. Her pussy was soaked and she sat up, straddling his waist, her arousal dripping down over his boxers.

She knew exactly how to move to make him as hard as a rock, and it was working even if he didn't want to. She knew exactly what he was thinking, and she refused to go eight whole months without him deep inside her, making love to her as often as possible. She also had a trump card that she was holding on to, to see if he would have to be convinced with doctor's orders, since the doctor had told her that sex was actually healthy for a pregnant mother.
 
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