“I think so.” She shrugs and makes her way to the bed where she sits on the edge. “A little queasy in the mornings, but nothing like I was with Libby.” A small smile ghosts her face at the memory. I’m not sure why; those first four months were fucking awful.
I study my wife, trying to work out how the fuck I missed all of this, how the fuck this could’ve happened. I clear my throat, realising I’m lost in thought again. “You’ve obviously had some time to think about this.”
She nods and her eyes find mine. “This is a good thing, right? We’ll be okay, right?”
I take a long breath as I hang my head on my shoulders and stare at the ceiling for a few seconds before answering. When I look back at her, I see the anxiety written all over her face. “I don’t know, baby, but fuck it, we’ll make it a good thing. We’ll make it work. You and me.”
“Can we? Really?” Her face lights up and her eyes widen, and I'm struck by how beautiful she is in this moment.
I make my way to her and sit by her side, clutching her hand in mine and holding her gaze. “I don’t know if we can or can’t, but you know we’re going to anyway. It’s our baby. We made it, and it’s ours and we are going to love it no matter what. Just like we love Libby and Savannah.” The words sound like an echo of something I said years ago when I bent down on one knee and thought there was still a way I could love her forever, make her happy by doing the right thing.
She bites her lower lip, and her eyes begin to glisten. “Fuck, Joe, you sure?”
Of course not,“I’m sure if you are. What do you want, Annie?”
“I want to have our baby.”
“Then I’m sure.”
Annie throws her arms around my neck and kisses me, hard, like she really fucking means it, like I’ve finally given her something that she really fucking wants. And maybe that’s what she’s wanted all along; just another piece of me inside her that will grow and become another tiny version of the two of us. Somebody for her to take care of, someone who will show her love, no matter what. Someone who will always need her. Maybe that’s what Annie needs; to be wanted.
As I ponder these ideas, Annie straddles me, her lips attached to mine, her body grinding against me, waking me up in all the best ways. Her mouth devours mine with more heat and passion than it has for years. There’s a furious hunger that she needs to sate, and it spills from her and into me as our tongues dance together and need ripples between us.
She pushes me onto the bed, and I fall backwards onto the mattress. Annie grabs my shirt and rips it open. Somewhere, a button falls with a muted thud on the ground. I can’t muster the energy to be furious with her for ruining my best shirt, because she’s too busy reminding me how we ended up together in the first place. She runs her hand over my chest, her nails scratching the skin, leaving behind hot trails as she pinches my nipples lightly and tugs the curly hair, eliciting a hungry hiss. Her hands make their way down and she unzips my fly. I lift off the bed, helping her to push down my pants and boxers which lock around my ankles. My cock, which is already hard and swollen, falls onto my stomach, engorged and rigid, wanting to be inside my wife.
Annie slides off me, taking her heat with her, but her eyes remain on mine. They’re wild and hungry. Her hands vanish beneath the long skirt of her dress and then her black underwear slips down her legs to her ankles. She kicks out of them and mounts me again. A thrill of desire shoots through me as I see the woman I fell for; passionate, playful, as eager for me as I was for her. Her soaking pussy glides along my hard shaft and I groan, clasping her ass in my hands, forcing her movements. She doesn’t protest. She takes one of my hands in hers and guides it under her dress. My fingers are immediately coated in her heat and wetness, and she moans as I set my thumb to work on her clit.
“I need you, Annie,” I tell her as her eyes lock onto mine.
Annie lifts a little and uses her hand to slip me inside her. I groan at the feel of her. She’s not as tight as Amy, but still soft and warm. Once she has me deep inside her, Annie begins a slow rotation of her hips. As she moves, the edges of her red dress caress my naked stomach and thighs. The curled ends of her hair bounce as she moves above me, and her mouth hangs slightly open as her breaths speed up. She’s sexy as fuck as she fucks me slowly, setting our rhythm, putting us back in sync. I reach up to her shoulder and peel away the straps of her dress and bra, cupping her in my hand, pinching her nipple. Her head rolls back and she burrows her nails deeper into me. I hiss, she moans – we speed up.
“Oh, Joe.” Her voice shakes as her nails tear into my chest.
“Fuck me, Annie,” I say as I pound into her from below.
Annie speeds up, and I buck up to meet her, wanting to be deeper inside her. Her skin is flushed and lovely, and my thumb and thighs are soaking with her wetness. And then we are both nearly there. Annie comes a second before I do. Her pussy clenches and squeezes around my shaft, and the knot at the root of my cock dissolves into fire, and my hands dig into her ass pushing her down as I drive up. I groan as my eyes roll to the back of my head. Pleasure floods my entire body, and for a few moments we are floating, we are perfect, we are happy. I lie on the bed, wasted like a crumbling sandcastle.
Annie collapses onto the bed beside me, and I collect her into my arms, pulling her head onto my chest, letting her hair tickle my skin as we both suck in breath. I kiss the top of her head.
“I love you, Annie, I love you so fucking much.” And for these few moments I really believe it.
“I love you too, Joe.” And I think she does too.
We never do make it to our fancy dinner. Instead, we find each other in that room. When we check out the following morning, I know everything is different. Things need to change again, and cutting things off with Amy will have to be the first item on my to-do list.