As he sat at his kitchen table sipping on a cup of lukewarm coffee, Jojo reflected on everything that had happened in the month or so he'd lived here. His job at Spencers had given him something to occupy his mind with during the weekdays, but moments like this, sat at home eating dinner, or on the metro to work, or those quiet moments before he finally drifted off to sleep, he found his thoughts slipping back to that silky stranger from his first week. Though he dared not admit it, their shared night of passion had sparked something inside him, something new, something foreign and intimate that pressed on the back of his mind, leaking into every thought and act and aspect of his life as he tried to forget them. After all, even though he felt strong chemistry between them, they clearly didn't, as that night had been their last encounter. Jojo sighed and wandered over to the sink, dumping his mediocre coffee into the garbage disposal and setting the mug on the counter. I should probably get dressed, he thought, and made his way into his bedroom. He had only managed to pull his shirt over his head and onto the floor before hearing a tentative knock at his door. Curious, he walked over to the door, only to feel his stomach plummet through the floor upon opening it. There they stood, the person who had occupied his mind since the moment he'd seen them across the bar. They looked just as enchanting as they did when they first met, but wore a look of anxiety that only made his heart pound faster. Why were they here after all this time? Their evident worry meant it couldn't be good. He cleared his throat, startling them and causing them to snap their head up, fastening those beautiful brown eyes onto him. "What's going on?" he asked, trying and failing to keep the evident nervous tremor out of his voice. Their wide, baleful eyes began to shimmer with unshed tears, and they looked downwards at their stomach and rubbed it, re-locking eyes with a fearful expression that belayed their true meaning. As he realized what they meant, Jojo stumbled backwards, leaning against the wall a few feet from the door with his head in his hands. It can't be, he thought, yet when he lifted his head to ask, "You're-you-re... pregnant?" the solemn nod they gave in response was all the confirmation he needed. Still, he could sense the sheer terror pulsating off of them, and reassured, "I'm not-I just need a minute to process." They stepped timidly into the doorway and watched the gears whirring in his head as he tried to plot his next course of action. He'd been praying for another opportunity to see them since the moment they parted, another shot at whatever he could get as long as he got to see more of them, but this-he didn't know if he was up for this. "Are you gonna keep it?" he asked, and they nodded once more. "Fuck," he hissed under his breath, and saw them reflectively flinch at the harsh language out of the corner of his eye. He remained slumped for a long pause, and neither of them dared move for fear of upsetting the other. After mulling it over in his head, Jojo finally broke the silence. "I don't know if I'm ready for this, or if you even want me involved, but I do know one thing," he raised his head to meet the other's eyes, "I want you. Whatever that means. And if that means starting a family earlier than I expected, I'm more than willing." He watched with trepidation, scared of the other's reaction, but as he finished talking and saw the waiting tears spill over and their eyes shimmer with hope, he knew he had made the right choice. No longer nervous, he rushed over, pulling them close and kissing them furiously, trying to convey all the mixed emotions he'd let brew ever since they dared to part, and was delighted when they returned the kiss with equal fervor. He backed them up against the wall, and the emotions quickly turned into passion as they yanked at his shirt, trying to pull it upwards. He broke the kiss and leaned close, whispering, "someone's eager," and pulled back momentarily to tear his shirt off before ferociously attacking their mouth once more. Zingzingzingbah moaned sensually beneath him, and that sound alone caused him to growl and pick them up, causing them to let out a startled chirp as he carried them towards the bedroom and deposited them roughly onto the bed. He leaned over them but for a moment, observing the unbridled lust and longing in those endless pools of amber. This time as he ducked down he had a different target, and reveled in the squirming beauty below him as he peppered kisses down their torso. The familiar feeling of fur tickling his face as he buried his face deeper gave him a pang of belonging, and he realized that as long as he was with this creamsicle dream, anywhere would feel like home to him. Once he reached his destination, he looked up for a moment to gain assent and, when they nodded frantically in response to his gaze, leaned over to his dresser and pulled out the bottle of lube that had kept him company all those lonely nights. As he squirted some onto his fingers, he was reminded of when he'd lay here alone just the night before, hand wrapped around himself, dreaming of the scenario before him as if it were merely a far off dream. He eased his first finger in and began to pump in and out slowly but surely, and before long, was able to add a second, then a third finger. As he crooked his fingers, desperately searching out the spot that would make them writhe with pleasure, he felt them suddenly twitch and let out a long, low moan, and knew he'd found it. After a few more pumps to make sure they were primed and ready to go, he pulled out his hand, chuckling lowly at the small whimper they let out at the loss of contact. He rubbed some more lube on his cock, stifling the moan in the back of his throat at the relief his neglected member felt. He lined himself up, pushing in slowly, and it was all he could do not to thrust in upon hearing the breathy moans coming from the furred beauty beneath him. Once fully inside, he paused for a moment to let them acclimate, panting and slumped over above them on his elbows. He gazed into those radiant amber peepers once again, and when they finally gave a small nod in return, he pulled out almost fully, then snapped his hips forward, relishing in the way they let out a loud moan as he found their spot once more. He set a savage pace, racing dangerously close to the finish line, and they were right there with him, matching each thrust and zealously voicing their approval. His orgasm hit him like a freight train, and it took all his strength not to collapse on top of them as he rode out the shock waves sent throughout his body. They came shortly after him, chirping loudly and deliriously, and he was certain to get a noise complaint from the neighbors if they were home. Once his brain began to recover from the melted pile of mush that it had become, he pulled his softening member out of them carefully before flopping onto the bed next to them. He looked over, and as they made eye contact, saw Zingzingzingbah's eyes filled with hope and affection as they reached out a tentative paw and interlocked fingers. Jojo marveled at the way this perfect creature made him feel, and lifted their entwined fingers to place a soft kiss onto the back of their fluffy mitt. Their cood appreciatively, and as he watched their eyes start to slip shut as they dozed off in the wake of their post coital bliss, he, too, took the time to lean back and shut his eyes. Before slipping into the best sleep he'd felt since their first night together, Jojo couldn't help but feel that this was the beginning of something wonderful, something he couldn't even begin to imagine. And as he sat in a stiff hospital chair nine months later, cradling his newborn, he knew he had been right.