It's positive. Miranda's pregnant.

"It's blue," Miranda tells you as she peeks her head out of the bathroom door, trying to hide her emotions as she lets you know the news, "I'm pregnant."

"Miranda...may I come in?" you ask her as you wait outside the door, sensing that she needed someone to be in there with her as she starts to lose control of her emotions.

"I'm...f-fine..." she stammers as you walk in, come up behind her and give her a kiss, causing her to moan in your ear as you lay another one on her, "well...I'm fine now, because you're holding me, baby."

"You're not the only one who made mistakes Miranda," you softly tell her as you grab her hips and start to slide her out of her skirt, "I'm just as responsible for this happening to you as you are. But now that it has happened, we just need to own up to it. But not until you're ready to."

"MMM...I think I love you John..." Miranda whispers as you push her panties away and slide your own pants and underwear down, lining your dick along up with her pussy lips again.

"Miranda...since you're already pregnant...and since you love me...we might as well just do it again baby..." you tease her as you grab her hips and slide into her, Miranda moaning as you start to fill her pussy with your dick again.

"UH...OHGOD...fuck me John..." she softly whispers as you start to thrust in and out of her again, fucking her from behind in the hotel bathroom just as you did on the airplane.