"I'm pregnant!"

I stared at the couple seated in front of me, flabbergasted to the point of speechlessness. The man had his arms around his wife's shoulders as they both beamed at me with elated expressions. As I continued to look at them, I took in the wrinkles around the sides of their faces and the forming crow's feet around their eyes, and realized something very important.

"But you're too old to get pregnant." I said stupidly.

"Oh, shush, you! I have not gone through menopause just yet." My mum blushed and frowned at me. "But I really am pregnant. I've even got the scans with me here. Do you want to see it?" By the time I could even process that my 40-something year old mother was genuinely pregnant, she was already reaching into her purse to bring out the black and white picture.

"And it's a boy!" Dad said ecstatically. "Not that being a girl isn't any good." He said quickly to placate Alex, who already had a small frown on her face.

"No, no, that's fine." Alex shook her head good-naturedly. "We're going to need someone to take over the Campbell bloodline."

I felt Hiro, who was seated beside me, tense and stiffen. Even though it had already been almost three years since he had come over to this side and spent an ample amount of time with my family, he still didn't know when Alex was teasing.

"Would you stop that?" I shot Alex a dry look. "You know that he doesn't get when you joke like that."

"Fine." Alex rolled her eyes, and then shot an apologetic smile at Hiro. "I was kidding, big brother. I'm thrilled that mum doesn't put any pressure on you to provide her with grandchildren."

Ever since the first time Alex had met Hiro, she'd started calling him 'big brother', and it didn't look like she was going to stop anytime soon. Honestly, I was touched that Alex was opening up so much to Hiro. Alex and I had been together – just the two of us- for so long, that I was afraid that she wouldn't accept Hiro, and then I'd be left with the god-awful job of choosing Hiro over her.

"Mum hasn't said a word about grandchildren to you ever since you told us you were pregnant three months ago." I pointed out. "Where's Harvey, anyways?"

"Ugh." Alex rolled her eyes and leaned back on the sofa. "He said that he would be late. Late as in tomorrow morning late." She rubbed her slightly swollen belly and rested her eyes for a moment. Then she suddenly jerked awake and made a face. "Wait a minute, mom. How long have you been pregnant? I came over just last month."

"Oh," Mum glowed. "Almost 4 months."

"4 months?!" Alex exclaimed. "And you've only told us about this now?"

"What I'm surprised is that none of you noticed." Mum replied stiffly, turning her nose up in the air slightly.

"Oh, I noticed alright." I told her bluntly. "I just didn't want to offend you when I asked if you were putting on weight. I didn't think it was possible for you to get pregnant, so that thought didn't even cross my mind."

Alex snorted out a laugh and said "Well, if you had asked her if she was pregnant when she wasn't, she would have kicked you out of the house."

"Don't you think that it's a little too coincidental that my mum gets pregnant right when I was worried about the Campbell bloodline?" I asked Hiro when we were seated together the couch, him on one side while I sat sideways with my legs draped over his. Hiro, who was quite engrossed in the cleaning material commercial that was playing on the TV, grunted in what was a half-hearted response. "Hey," I whined, nudging his side with my toes. He gave a short laugh before grabbing my ankle and finally looking straight at me.


"Don't you think it's a little weird how my mum is pregnant?"

"Yes." He replied truthfully. The thing I love best about Hiro – other than his body, of course (Oh, don't pretend you don't. Stop acting like such a prude) – was his honestly. Even though sometimes his blunt honesty wasn't the best option to go with in certain times, this was the part of him that I admired to no end.

"It's so weird. She's pretty old to have a kid now, too. It's going to be hard for her to raise him."

"That's true," Hiro said, starting to gently massage the foot he had been holding on to. "But now you don't have to worry about the Campbell bloodline, right?"

"Yeah." I said as I sighed, relaxing deeper into the soft pillows of the couch under Hiro's touch. "It's still really weird how my mum is pregnant just as I started worrying about it. You don't think it's..." I stared at Hiro. "Do you?"

"It could be." Hiro said, his hands slowly moving up from the sole of my foot to my ankle and calf. "But there's no way to really know. She hasn't even given us any signs."

Hiro's tone of voice made it seem more like 'she hasn't even given me any signs', but since Rivera had indeed been his childhood pet and friend, it wasn't surprising that he was pouting over it. He's convinced that she's totally abandoned him, but I don't think that. If anything, my mother's pregnancy was a flashing neon sign that said 'It's me, Rivera!'

"My mum's pregnancy is a sign." I said, leaning my head back against the arm rest and closing my eyes as Hiro continued his massage. "Oh man, that feels really good." I murmured, sinking deeper into Hiro's touch. "We haven't done this in a while." I said to him, my head still leaned back, my eyes still closed as I felt his hands slowly move to massage the flesh above my knee. "Our schedules have been really busy, huh."

Then suddenly, all the tiredness of the day left me as I decided that we were going to fuck.

"You know what else we haven't done in awhile?"


I popped my eyes open and tilted my head up to find that Hiro was not only not watching me but also not listening to me at all. He had his eyes glued to the television which was now playing a commercial for a pull-out couch. The couch itself was incredible; it saved space and wasn't too expensive. The color of that monstrosity, however, would make our house look like the kitchen threw up in the living.

No- why am I getting distracted by household furniture? I have a plan, and that plan is to get totally screwed into the mattress. Whether Hiro thought differently or not.

Hiro has this rule – I should put those in quotes instead – Hiro has this 'rule' that if either of us had early morning classes, it was straight to bed and no play. I mean, it's great that he's putting our education as a high priority, but after two weeks of consecutive 8 am classes and working over the weekend to complete a project, did education really matter that much?* Besides, I was the only one with an early morning class tomorrow. It was Contem-Art with Ms. Lington, and she loved me. One phone call and I'd be off the hook.

I slowly disentangled my leg from Hiro's hands – which he didn't notice by the way – and sat myself right on his lap, my thighs bracketing his. To his benefit, he didn't seem fazed even as he set his hands on my hips. Although, his eyes did narrow slightly when I bent down to kiss him.

As I kissed him, my tongue swiping across his bottom lip, I breathed him in. God, it had been too long since we did this. We hadn't had a proper make-out session ever since Professor Carl gave us that huge as fuck project that took 8 days and 14 people. Did the school really need another mural that would be there only until the next paint job at the end of the term?

"What are you doing?" Hiro asked with my lips against his. I took the opportunity to stick my tongue into his mouth to get things started. His hands tight against my waist and he pulled me closer. "You've got a class in the morning." He said as he pulled back.

"So?" I eyed his neck hungrily, and before he could stop me, I had my lips planted on his silky smooth skin. "Does skipping one class really matter?" I asked as I scraped my teeth against his skin, nipping and sucking at places that I knew were his weak spots.

"Yes, it does." Hiro grounded out, his teeth clenched. Someone might have interpreted this as annoyance or even anger, but this was my lover, and I knew that he was just trying to control himself. It's real hilarious, if you ask me.

"No, it doesn't." Already half worked up from the kiss and the thought that we were finally going to fuck, I grounded my ass against his groin. He was still at half-mast, but that soon wouldn't be a problem. "C'mon," I pleaded, nipping at the shell of his ear just as he tightened his grip on my waist. "It's been so long."

"Alec," I could hear the resign in his voice. No way. There was no way that I, Alex Rosario Campbell, could possibly be denied sex just when I prepared myself to. It just didn't work that way.

"Please?" I leaned back and looked at Hiro with the best puppy dog eyes I could muster. "I just miss you so much." I kissed him again, keeping it slow and simple.

Eventually, he wound his arms around my waist and pulled me flush up against him. He smirked as he shook his head. "Don't you go complaining about this tomorrow morning. Don't forget that this was your idea."

"I won't." I promised, even though I most probably would. It was a thing we did. We'd fuck, I'd complain, and then we'd fuck some more. It was brilliant.

Having gotten that out of the way, we kissed again. Kissing Hiro felt like nothing else in the world. It's not like I was the world's kiss expert or anything, but I did have my share of experimentation back in high school. It wasn't much because we kept moving around and I was the freak of the year, but hey, even some people were interested in freaks.

Hiro cursed as he tightened his hold around my waist, inhibiting any of my movements. I leaned back in his arms and he dropped his head to my chest, so that I was looking at the top of his head. "If you move like that, I'm going to burst any second."

I blushed. Move like what?

Even three years into this relationship, I still couldn't wrap my head around the idea of what a total slut I became when I was turned on. I swear to god I didn't do any of those things consciously. Okay, the handcuffs and the cock-ring were conscious decisions, but shoot me if I actually chose to get turned on while blowing someone. It's just a reaction. Normal.

After several seconds, Hiro released his hold on my waist and slowly moved his hands to my ass. When he started kneading my ass cheeks, my eyes must have glazed over with something, because the next thing I knew, he was half naked, I was fully naked, and he had his fingers in my ass.

"Holy fu-" I slumped against Hiro's body as his long, slim fingers pumped in and out, my hands clenching and unclenching the back of the couch in time with his thrusts. "Don't touch my-" but he pressed on it, anyways. Honestly, the prostate was in a man for a reason, and this was it. It felt so good, I cried out so loud that Hiro had to look down to see if I came. "I told you not to touch it." I complained, even though I hadn't climaxed.

"Sorry." He apologized, turning to kiss my neck, but by the smile I felt against my skin, he wasn't sorry at all.

"C'mon, enough-" I wriggled around until he got the idea. "Let's do it."

"Alright, alright. So impatient." He placed a short kiss on my mouth as he grabbed my waist.

"I'm always impatien-oh fuck." I closed my eyes, feeling myself slowly open up to Hiro. "Go a little slower." I instructed with clenched teeth. Two weeks was a long time, and it didn't help that I was so impatient. Slowly, between the two of us, sitting uncomfortably on the couch that was too small to do these kinds of things on, we managed to get a nice, slow rhythm going.

"You don't really like this position, do you?" Hiro's face had been a little constipated ever since we started, but it wasn't until now that I understood why.

"No, I don't." He admitted, screwing up his nose a little.

"Why? It's feels pretty good to me." I said as I rolled my hips, grinning a little sadistically as Hiro groaned before immobilizing my movements again.

"I know, but I don't get a lot of leverage." He thrusted a little harder just to prove his point. Then he grabbed my chin and looked me in the eye. "I'm going to make you come once, and after that, we're moving to the bedroom."

I made a little sound at the back of my throat and had to hold the base of my cock to stave off the imminent orgasm. "You little prick." I said breathily. "You almost made me come."

"Really?" He asked, a little too gleefully. He smacked my hand away and manoeuvred my arms around his neck. "Now be good and make some noise."

After that, things became a blur. Because he didn't have 'a lot of leverage', Hiro made up for it by pumping my cock as we moved together. I didn't even care about the noise or the profanities that came out of my mouth, because if this wasn't the best thing I had ever felt, I didn't know what was. By the time I was done – notice the singular 'I'- my muscles were weak, and I had made a total mess of my stomach and chest.

I yelped in surprise as Hiro stood up, his damn freakin' hard cock still inside me, and walked into our bedroom. I wrapped my limbs around his body for safety, even though I knew it was practically impossible for him to drop me.

"Pull out first, you idiot." I groaned as we both hit the soft mattress together.

"Now why would I want to do that?" Then he shut me up with a kiss.

A/N : Reproduced below is one of Alec's sentences.

I mean, it's great that he's putting our education as a high priority, but after two weeks of consecutive 8 am classes and working over the weekend to complete a project, did education really matter that much?

*Guys, please, education does matter. Don't listen to Alec. He's just being a whiny bitch in heat. Don't take him seriously.


I am writing a spin-off on Rivera, which revolves around one of Alec's nephews. Alec and Hiro might make an appearance here and there in this new story, but they won't play any major part. Although this new piece of work won't be up until at least next year, I was too excited to shut up about it. I'm looking forward to it, and I hope you are too!