A/N—another bit of this story for all of you that are reading, and I hope that you like it, please excuses the mistakes, I’ve reread and everything but I always manage to miss something lol, anyway thank you all for reading a very big thanks to all of that did R/R, I hope this was worth the wait, you’re all wonderful and I hope you like, R/R to let me know what you think. Okay well to the story….

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Chapter 3

Reality sucked… That was Dante’s particular opinion of this day that is, as he dodged the remote, a sneaker, and some hard back books. Bride was in a mood and he let off the steam by throwing things, not at Dante, but close enough that he was nearly hit a few times, luckily the only thing that did connect had been a pillow from the couch.

Bride was only third month in and already his moods shifted and varied, sometimes they weren’t all-bad, and sometimes… like now they were a force to be reckoned with.

“Baby, calm down you’re stressing yourself”, Dante said as he bent to pick up items from the floor. Bride’s blue eyes blazed, “I’m not stressed. No, this helps with stress”, he turned and again threw the remote; Dante wondered how in the world he had gotten that back; against the wall with enough force that it left a dent.

Something had to have caused this mood swing to be as violent as it were, “What happened today while I was out”, he ask gently and Bride shifted the vase from one hand to the other in thought, he frowned. “The mail man ask me if I was ill because I looked terrible”, he choked and Dante let out a long sigh, then frowned as the words finally sank in. “You’re angry because the mail man said you look terrible”.

Bride nodded sorrowfully, “He usually flirts relentlessly, but not today and it’s all because I look like a freaking zombie and it’s entirely your fault”, he moaned pitifully as he smashed the vase against the floor and dropped onto the couch.

Dante for the most part was speechless… almost, “Let me get this right, it’s my fault that the guy who delivers our mail didn’t flirt with you. McBride that is ludicrous. That’s- for goodness sakes could you be anymore vain?”, he snorted at the ridiculousness of the situation, not to mention he was a little angry, maybe jealous.

Bride had stood his face flushed in anger, but as soon as he stood, all color drained away and he swayed dangerously. Dante rushed to his side to keep him from falling and was rewarded by being puked all over. “I-I’m so sorry, I didn’t…” tears flooded Bride’s eyes and his cheeks flushed in embarrassment but he just clamped a hand over his mouth, hugged his stomach with the other and rushed to the bathroom, leaving a bemused Dante pulling off his soiled clothing.

“Babe, you okay?” Dante knelt behind Bride as he puked, a large hand pulling his hair back and the other rubbing soothing circles on his back.  When Bride was finished being sick, he slumped tiredly against Dante’s now bare chest. “I hate being sick, it makes my chest hurt”, Bride mumbled as he wiped at his mouth with a tissue. “It’s disgusting and feels terrible, my stomach is cramping, I’m hot, and I’m tired”, he lay his head against Dante’s broad shoulder, his hair was soft and cool against Dante’s own heated skin, and the older man wrapped his arms around the small frame.

“How about we take a bath together, I mean we could both use a hot relaxing soak”, he offered whisper soft. Bride grimaced “No. I mean I puked on you remember”, Bride told him as he pushed himself up. Dante followed suit and shrugged, “it was just my shirt you got and I was wearing two…so no big deal. Now how about I run us that bath in our big tub while you get our sleepwear ready”, he kissed Bride’s forehead and noted that it was rather warm so he decided that a cooler bath would be in order.

“I’m sorry Dante, but I really just want to take a quick shower and go to bed. Its nothing personal, I just don’t feel so hot and I’m really tired”, he said earnestly and gave Dante an apologizing kiss. Dante grimaced this time at the lingering taste of Bride’s before sickness. Bride just giggled softly, “Told ya, now I’ll use this bathroom so that you can use ours upstairs.”

Chapter 4

The second trimester was proving easier, Bride wasn’t nearly as tired, and he wasn’t sick as often. His mood swings were fewer but still hit at the most unexpected times. There were however, more aches, and Bride’s belly had taken on a small but noticeable curve. Bride had felt the first fluttering of movement at seventeen weeks; he had been both surprised and ecstatic.

“It moved, it moved, there’s an actual little person growing inside of me”, he gasp during lunch and Dante grinned, “Indeed there is, what’s it feel like?” “Like… like butterflies only better, I can’t wait until he or she’s big enough to kick so that you can feel”, he smiled dreamily and poked his pickles into a bowl of chocolate sauce..

That was another thing, Bride was eating more and he craved the oddest things, he had come up with things that turned Dante’s stomach. There were certain foods that Bride had learned to avoid because they either made him nauseas or gave him severe heartburn.

The doctors’ visits had shown that everything was progressing as it should, that the baby was growing perfectly, and even better was that Bride’s asthma hadn’t flared once since that night, though Dante made sure they both had an inhaler on them for just in case.

There was also that glow that had seemed to take over, and Dante had never thought that his lover, his fiancé, could be any sexier then he had already been. He was still modeling the paternity wear, the company had been thrilled by the news of Bride’s pregnancy and they gave him every outfit or piece that he modeled.

They had scheduled their wedding a week after Bride’s twentieth birthday, which was in January.  It had been a small reception with some friends and co-workers from work; since neither Bride nor Dante had any living relatives.

Dante surprised Bride by renting a cabin in the woods for their weeklong honeymoon, because despite being rather prissy at times Bride loved the outdoors and nature.

The cabin was small but beautifully furnished, with indoor plumbing, electricity, and a bedroom with an extremely large bed. They had spent most of the day unpacking and setting up so that they could enjoy the week comfortably. Dante had gone outside to gather firewood before it got to dark or cold.

After Dante had checked the fireplace and put up the grate, he had taken a shower and dressed in a pair of red and black flannel pajamas that were both soft and warm.

Dante opened the door slowly and quietly, just in case Bride had fallen asleep. He found that he was mistaken, because from the sounds in the bathroom, Bride was still very much awake and showering. He climbed into bed, and grabbed the portfolio from his bag beside the bed. He had started taking pictures of Bride since the night that found out the news. He wanted pictures of his gorgeous spouse throughout his whole pregnancy; his favorite so far was the one he had taken just that week. Bride was in a pair of jeans, just slightly bigger then his normal size, and a tight pale blue tee that emphasized the slight swell of his belly.

He looked up when he heard the bathroom door swing open and his breath caught in his throat. Standing with one hand leaned against the doorframe and the other oh his hip, was Bride. He was dressed in black boxers, and a tight black tee that clung tight but nonrestrictive to Bride’s slender frame and accentuated the curve of his belly.

His long glossy black hair hang loosely around his shoulders and face falling over one blue eye, and Dante also noticed that there was a hint of dark stubble that offered a stark contrast to the fair skin and added a more masculine beauty to Bride’s angelic features.

“Babe, you look… actually I think I’m speechless”, Dante started as he raked his eyes over his spouses’ body. Bride just smirked as he strode forward until his was standing at the foot of the bed. “It’s nothing you haven’t ever seen me in before”, he smiled cunningly as he dropped his eyes to Dante’s lower half, which was covered with the top blanket. “But I’ve been purposely ignoring you for the last couple of weeks, so I guess you’re feeling a little deprived”, his voice was saccharine sweet even as his smile had turned wicked.

Dante groaned at the implications of those words and that smile, “Of course I’m deprived. We haven’t made love in weeks because I thought you just hadn’t been in the mood, because of the pregnancy and everything. I didn’t want to push you into anything”, he confessed and Bride laughed as he dropped onto his hands and knees at the end of the bed and began to slowly and seductively crawl over Dante’s large form.

“You poor thing, you really are wrapped around my little finger”, Bride cooed teasingly. “Well I think that it’s time that I finally made it up to you… you see I wanted you all wound up for tonight”, he kept moving forward until he reached Dante’s waist and stopped. He leaned forward and placed little kisses all over the broad well-defined chest before looking up into green eyes that were dark with desire.

“You’re right, I’m defiantly wound up, and I’m irrevocably wrapped around every one of your little fingers”, Dante smiled as he placed his large hands on Bride’s hips, pushing at the fabric of his boxers with his thumbs, “and I am going to show you just how much”.

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Chapter 5

The honeymoon went by too quickly in Dante’s opinion, but he was happily sated, Bride had been every bit as eager as he had in their lovemaking.  Now they were back home and they still had work, and doctors’ appointments. Bride had gotten a new doctor because the other was on vacation. 

The new doctor was a handsome young man, in his thirties, he clearly enjoyed his job and was good it and Bride liked him, but Dante could not help but feel a tab bit jealous. Dr. Talbot or Roy as he insisted gave Bride looks that weren’t all professional in Dante’s opinion.

“You’re a model for “His Style’ aren’t you, I remember seeing you in many of their magazines”, that had been the first thing out of his mouth, followed by a short laugh and an open handshake, “I’m Dr. Talbot but you can call me Roy”. Bride had smiled and nodded, unsurprising because he enjoyed the attention. Nevertheless, the handshake had lasted to long for Dante’s liking and he made a point of moving close to Bride and resting the hand with their wedding band on his shoulder.

Dante stayed as close as possible during the examination, perhaps he was being possessive, but Bride was his spouse after all and he didn’t like the idea of his husband being naked around another man, or anyone for that matter, doctor or not.

The ultra sound seemed to break the tension, as Bride grabbed his hand and stared excitedly at the picture of their baby. “Look it Dante, our baby isn’t just a blob anymore, I can see the little arms, and legs, and the head”, his blue eyes were wide and his excitement contagious. “Would you like to hear the heartbeat?”, Roy ask gazing fondly at Bride who was nodding. “Yes please, we’d like to hear our baby’s heartbeat”, Dante stressed the word our and the doctor gave him a cagey grin.

“Well everything’s as it should be, I would tell you the gender if you wanted, but the baby is hiding it right now”, he said as he wiped at the get on Bride’s belly with a towel. “We can find out next time then, ‘cause I wanna know, we have to get the nursery ready”, Bride said as he redid his jeans and pulled down his shirt. He sat up with Dante’s help and Roy handed him a copy of the ultra sound on a disk. “The receptionist will give you’re your next appointment”, he said giving Bride that smile again and Dante tried not to look as of it bothered him. “Mr. Trevor, a word please”, Roy said as Dante followed Bride out the door, they had both stopped but Dante told Bride to go get his appointment and the ravenette had just given them a look, shrugged and walked out of the room.

“Is something wrong with Bride?” Dante ask worriedly and Dr. Talbot shook his head. “No, Bride is just fine, it’s you, rather us that I wanted to speak with you about. Now I know it must have looked as if I were flirting with him…” Dante cut him off with a snort, “It didn’t just look that way”. Dr. Talbot, Roy sighed and nodded. “Admittedly you are right and it was very unprofessional of me, Bride is… well he is very beautiful and sweet, but he is your husband and I respect that. He reminds me of someone I lost a long time ago, and I really do care about his health and the baby’s and I’m good at my job and want too continue to be Bride’s doctor, your family’s doctor. SO please do forgive my unprofessional nature today”, he said and

Dante sighed and nodded, “Bride’s comfortable with you and your reputation as a doctor is good and since I want the best for my husband and child I’ll forget today, but if I ever catch you coming onto him, then I’ll knock your teeth out and kick your ass”, he warned seriously and Roy nodded in stern agreement.

“What was that about?” Bride ask as they walked to the car, his hand rubbing lovingly over the larger swell of his belly. Dante kissed him as he opened the door for him, “Nothing at all babe, I just wanted to take a look at his diplomas”, he said. Bride laughed, “Yeah right, you possessive b*stard.” He smiled sweetly, “Its okay though ‘cause I like it when you’re all possessive, it’s hot and makes me horny”, he bit his lip and lowered his eyes seductively as he climbed into the car. Dante let out a tight breath and followed, putting the car into gear and hurring towards home.

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