Fated love

ShawnFor me, being a cop is easy. Living my life is what's hard. I was bullied my entire life because I was different from the others. It was bad enough that after high school my parents moved us so I could start over. I ended up joining the military, serving for a couple of years before getting discharged for nearly dying on duty. I went on a dangerous mission and it left me hospitalized for nearly an entire year. There were only two other survivors, but we didn't stay in contact. I went into the local police force and have been a cop for four years. You're probably wondering why I was getting bullied, but I'm not going to tell you, at least not for now. It's just not easy for me to talk about. I'm just happy the place I live now, people are more accepting for what I am.My family have noticed that I've been at my happiest that I've ever been and are happy for me. I know they are waiting for the day I bring someone home, but I just haven't found her yet. To be clear I'm a woman. An

Shawn's POV It's been a week since Abbigail and I both confessed our feelings for each other. It's also been as long since the nightmares have returned each night. I had thoughts of calling her, but didn't want to disturb her sleep. I called my sister and my parents, but none of them were able to help me calm down so I could sleep, not like Abbigail. I was sitting in my bed, rocking myself unable to calm down from my nightmare and no one is answering their phone. I really don't want to bother Abbigail, but I'm scared to sleep. I pick up my phone and it was nearly two in the morning. I end up caving, needing to feel her in my arms and call her. To my surprise she answers on the second ring. "Shawn? Are you having trouble sleeping," she asks with concern in a tired whisper. "I haven't really slept all week and no one else can calm me down like you do. I really don't want to bother you, but I need you," I choke in broken sobs. "No one else is picking up and I'm scared.""Come over," s

AbbigailA week passed since Shawn had her accident and finding out I'm pregnant. In that week our families helped move me into her place and Shawn is finally able to come home. Being that her lower leg had the double fracture, she was able to get a walking boot and a set of crutches to move about. She wasn't able to drive and even if she could she has no car. Her mother was picking us up and bringing us home. I've left the hospital long enough to shower but went right back to be with Shawn. I'm still getting used to the layout at my place with Shawn and didn't want to be alone.Before we could go home we had my first appointment for the baby. It's where we're headed now and I'll admit, I'm nervous. I was sitting in the back seat with Shawn and she took my hand in comfort. She brings my hand to her lips and I let out a calming breath. "I'm sure the baby is fine," she says in a soothing tone and I nod uncontrollably. She takes me in her arms and I breathe in her calming scent. "I'm w

AbbigailAfter getting Shawn calmed down and back to sleep I had my father recline the chair. I asked to have my breakfast in here next to her incase she woke up freaking out. Joyce brought me yogurt with fruit and granola and it was very soothing with the nausea. I felt Shawn stretch out next to me with a waking yawn and offer some of my breakfast. She guides my hand holding the spoon to her mouth and I found it very intimate. My breaths grew heavy and I felt aroused. "Are you feeling okay," she asks softly, rubbing my stomach. "I feel aroused right now," I say in a breathy whisper. Her hand travels slowly towards my groin and my breaths hitch. I felt my underwear grow wet and my breaths quicken as her finger lightly rubs over my throbbing core. I hand her the bowl unable to hold it at the moment. I hear the bowl touch the end table and move to straddle her lap. Her hand slips inside my underwear and slowly slips a finger inside my throbbing pussy. I press my lips to her mouth to

ShawnIt's the day of the funeral for Abbigail's Aunt Carolyn. I was dressed in my ceremonial uniform from the Marines. I had my walking boot on and finishing up straightening my medals when Abbigail steps out of our closet. She was wearing a form fitted dress that showed off the small bump she was starting to form.She wore her hair in its usual manner and a pair of black flats to finish her outfit. I walk up to her and her hands roam, getting a feel of me in my uniform. Her hands reach my face and her sad eyes showed concern for me. "What's scaring you," she asks with concern. "That wearing this at your aunt's funeral is going to trigger my PTSD, but I want to wear this out of respect for your aunt's service in the Air Force," I say in a scared whisper. She gives me a sad smile and gives me a kiss. "I'll be right there next to you," she says softly, coming in my arms.My mother knocks on the doorway and asks, "Are you two ready to leave?"Abbigail and I nod in unison and follow he