There were times in the afternoon that followed that Ewen wondered if Augustus was deliberately testing his patience. At first he had joined Freya for tea in the Queen's parlour. Ewen had restrained himself from expressing his real opinion on the matter and instead joined them in the parlour. If Freya hadn't have been pregnant and married, Ewen would almost have thought that he was intruding on a courting pair. Augustus was charming as he sipped tea and made small talk with Freya. At one stage he had gone so far as to suggest that he would be honoured to be present at the birth of their heir.

Ewen was relieved that Freya had managed to avoid that horrible scenario by reminding Augustus that baby's were notoriously fickle with time and that she was certain that Augustus had better things to do than wait around for the heir to the two kingdoms to make his or her appearance. Ewen was equally relieved when Freya reminded Augustus that his ambassador had been invited to witness the birth and could notify him of the good news when it happened.

Finally Augustus had made his farewells and left for his home. Ewen had been concerned that he would not leave before the light failed and they would be obligated to put him up over night. Fortunately Augustus had plans to visit a neighbouring noble, Ewen hoped to assess the suitability of the daughters for marriage. He was certain now that only marriage would distract Augustus from his unfounded belief that he could woo Freya and make her his Queen.

The evening formalities dragged past and it was later than Ewen had wanted before he could finally be alone with Freya. The anger and disagreement between them still, Ewen wanted to right things.

As soon as Freya's personal maid had left them, Ewen moved towards Freya and pulled her into his embrace. He was gratified when she softened her tense posture and leaned into him. He had been concerned that she may still be distant from him after the awkwardness of their last night together and their disagreement. But Ewen had nothing to fear. As he kissed Freya gently on the forehead before moving down to her lips, he stopped to whisper his apology to her softly. Freya looked up at him and whispered her own back. Ewen kissed her lips again, with more intensity this time. Carefully but with determination he undid her gown and exposed her nakedness to him. Ewen slowly led Freya to their bed. He continued kissing her, moving from her lips to her full breasts with their dusky nipples, down the curve of her belly and further down to her most secret places. He found her bud and the opening below it, sucking and licking her there until her whole body shuddered with her pleasure.

Freya turned to Ewen and kissed him deeply before replicating his actions. She moved down from his lips and kissed and sucked his smaller nipples. He groaned deeply and reached her hand down towards his manhood to touch him there. Smiling mischievously, Freya moved even further down and kissed the top of his manhood. Ewen gasped with shock. Going further, Freya opened her mouth and took the tip of him into her mouth. She sucked him gently before taking more of him in her mouth, her hand moving up and down the bottom part of his shaft that she couldn't fit in her mouth. Ewen groaned loudly and thrust his hips upwards in pleasure. Freya continued to suck on him as Ewen groaned and spoke hoarsely.

'I am going to spill my seed in your mouth if you don't stop,' he said.

Freya stopped then moved up again to kiss Ewen on his mouth. He could taste the saltiness of himself on her. He groaned again as he felt desire course through him.

'Can I bend you over the bed?' he asked Freya softly.

Smiling at him, she nodded her assent. Using the blankets and cushions on the bed, Ewen supported her belly as he bent her over the bed. As he gently spread her legs to ready her for his entrance, he used his fingers to stroke her highly sensitive nub. As he entered her, Ewen knew he wouldn't last long before he came. Shuddering he started to thrust deeply into his wife, her shudders matching his. It didn't take long before with a hoarse shout he thrust once more very deeply and coated her insides with his seed.

It took Ewen and Freya a while to catch their breath again. Finally with limbs languid and entertwined, they could catch up on the days that they had been apart and laugh at the inconvenience of Augustus' ill timed visit. Although the night grew later and they became sleepier, both Ewen and Freya tried hard to extend their time together for as long as possible. Time grew short before the birth of their child and although neither of them wanted to speak of it, so much was about to change. They didn't know how many more times they would spend like this and so they tried to make time stand still for one evening.

As had become his habit, Ewen reached for her again in the wee hours of the morning. He slid easily into Freya, she was still slick from his seed earlier and the additional wetness that her pregnancy brought. As he finished his last deep thrust into her and held her close before he drifted off to sleep, Ewen could not recall a time in his life when he felt more complete or content. He prayed with all his heart that nothing would change that.