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EPOV
"Eric! Oh my God! Harder! Fuck me…fuck me! Harder! Don't…you…ever…stop…fucking…me!" my gorgeous wife panted out as I was slamming into her over and over. Two thrusts later and she was cumming…hard and bringing me with her. I fell on top of her, keeping as much of my weight off of her as I could so I wouldn't crush her. I pushed some hair out of her face and kissed her. I rolled off of her and pulled her close to me.
All these years and Sookie was still the sexiest, most beautiful woman I'd ever met. She could turn me on just by walking into a room. It didn't even matter if she was wearing a baggy old t-shirt and sweat pants or a bra and panties. She was fucking hot. She is my best friend. She knows me better than anyone else just as I know her better than anyone else. And, she was amazing. I was convinced that she was some kind of super human. She could do it all. She was the best cook ever. She could sing and dance. She volunteered with the local food bank twice each week. She was the most amazing mother to our 3 year old son Ian. Always got up with him when he was a baby. I mean, I tried, but she usually beat me to it. All of this and she somehow managed to not only work, full time, in hotel sales and catering but to advance really quickly in the company she worked for. Yep, my wife was nothing short of remarkable. I loved her more than my own life and I did everything I could to take care of her and Ian. Our little family was happy and Sookie and I had even discussed expanding it. I couldn't wait to see her pregnant again. As beautiful as she is now, fuck! Pregnant Sookie just takes my breath away.
Sookie and I met at work nearly ten years ago. She had just started working as a guest service agent at the hotel's front desk and I was the Assistant Food & Beverage Manager. I remember going up to the desk to get some information on a guest room for a room service order and seeing the most beautiful young lady I ever laid eyes on. After I took care of the order and the desk quieted down a little, I came back to talk to her. I needed to get to know the new employees, right? I learned that she was in her first semester of college at Southeastern Louisiana University. She had just turned 18. At least she was legal. I was 25. I had my master's degree in Hotel, Restaurant, and Tourism from the University of New Orleans. I had been working my way through the hotel departments fairly quickly. I'd already put in my time at the front desk and housekeeping. My goal was to become General Manager before I was 30 and to one day open my own hotel. So far, I was on track.
Our schedules were pretty much the same. Since she was a student she mostly worked evening and night shifts. Since I was the Assistant Food & Beverage manager, I got the evening and night shifts. We got to know each other over several months. She was dating some tool, named Bill she met in high school. He was majoring in computer programming at LSU. They had only dated for about 6 months before they went off to college. Sookie never said the word love when talking about the tool. But, she was unavailable…off the market….for now.
I had always enjoyed the company of women. Who was I kidding? I loved fucking. Not that I didn't date occasionally. I had had relationships that lasted a few months. A couple even lasted about a year. Mostly, though, I just didn't get all that attached to women. That probably had something to do with the women that seemed to throw themselves at me and offer to do all kinds of things just to 'keep me happy.' I enjoyed it, sure, but how could anyone possibly stay with a woman that you couldn't respect. But, that's pretty much the way it was for me. You could say that I used women and you'd be right, but they used me every bit as much. For sex. For money. For arm candy. To impress their parents with their good looking, well to do boyfriend. To impress their friends. None of them really gave a damn about me and honestly, that was fine with me. I wasn't really looking for anything serious. I was more interested in school and, later, my career. But, Sookie was a game changer. I fucked around while I was waiting, but I knew that once Sookie's relationship with Bill ran its course, I planned to make her mine.
Sookie's relationship with Bill was on the rocks by her 2nd month in college and it ended completely when Sookie surprised Bill at his frat house and walked in on him fucking some chick named Lorena that he had apparently been dating longer than he had been dating Sookie. She was pissed. She was hurt. But, she wasn't at all broken hearted. She called me that night on her way back from Baton Rouge asking me to meet her at the Brown Door for drinks. Of course I ditched the plans I had with my friends and met her. She was sitting at a booth in the back downing what looked like at least her 3rd drink when I got there. I slid in across from her. We spent the night talking. Well, she did most of the talking. I learned that night that drunk Sookie was very, very open. I found out more about her in that one night than I had in all of the conversations we'd had in the previous months.
From that one conversation I found out that Sookie's parents died when she was young. I knew that she and her brother Jason had lived with her grandmother until she came to college, but I hadn't learned the circumstances until that night. I learned that she had only dated 3 guys. A guy named John Quinn for like a month. I'm glad she didn't spend much time with him. I happened to know that asshole and if you think I was a womanizer, you should see him. He was usually running out of the door with the condom still on after sex. He really was a pig. A friend of her brother's named Hoyt. They were both pissed at her brother at the time and decided to date each other to get back at him. They ended up liking each other and decided to turn the pretend dating into real dating after Jason found out, but she said it really never worked out so after a couple of weeks they just agreed to go back to being friends. Then, Bill. I learned that in spite of her dating that ass clown Quinn and the tool that was Bill, she was still a virgin. I know she was only 18, but in this day and age and 18 year old virgin was a bit of a rarity.
In any case, that bit of information made me fall even harder for her. She respected herself enough to not hop into bed with every guy she met. She sort of viewed herself as some kind of mutant since she was the only person she knew her age that was still a virgin. I told her then that she wasn't a mutant. She was a wonderful and intelligent young woman that knew what she wanted, or in this case, what she didn't want. Anyway, she ended up so drunk that night that I drove her to my place since I didn't want her to get in trouble at her dorm. I wouldn't have been allowed in and I didn't know her roommate so I couldn't even call anyone to come get her. My place it was. I got her tucked into the spare bedroom, left some water and aspirin on the nightstand, along with a note telling her where she was so she wouldn't freak out waking up in an unfamiliar place and to make herself at home.
After that night, Sookie and I got even closer. I asked her on an official date the week before Christmas. We dated for nearly a year before our relationship turned physical. I know, I know. Hard to believe knowing what a horn dog I was, but Sookie was definitely worth it. I wasn't going to push that part of our relationship with her. Once we started that part of our relationship, I was sooooo fucking glad that I had waited. It was totally worth it. She was so passionate and every sound she made just turned me on. I was so honored that she wanted me to be her first (and only) that I did everything I could to make that night special and memorable for her. And, as an added bonus, once that first time happened, Sookie turned into a total sexual goddess when I was around. We couldn't get enough of each other.
The day she got her degree I asked her to marry me. We were married 3 months later in a small ceremony in the backyard of her grandmother's home with only family and a few friends. It was perfect for us. My family and friends loved Sookie. Mom damn near cried when she met her. She did cry when we told my parents we were getting married. We spent 2 weeks traveling through Europe for our honeymoon. Two years later we had Ian. Sookie's pregnancy just added a whole other level to our relationship that I wasn't even aware were missing. I couldn't keep my hands off of her. Seeing her belly growing round with my child…that was just the hottest fucking thing ever. Watching her deliver our son was just an incredibly life altering experience. Sookie worked so hard and was such a trooper. I was so proud of her.
When Ian came along we spent weekends doing family activities. Playing in the yard. We have hours and hours of video of us playing with baby Ian. Either Sookie or I or both of us would be silly and goofy just to make him laugh. His little baby laugh was just the cutest thing. He always laughed and was just the happiest baby we'd ever seen. We walked together through our neighborhood pushing Ian in his stroller nearly every day.
Here we were a little over three years after Ian came into our lives and everything was just perfect.
A few hours later I sat up in bed. I was momentarily confused. Something woke me up. I turned and realized that Sookie wasn't in bed.
"ERIC!" I heard Sookie scream for me. She sounded panicked. I ran out of our bedroom still naked from our earlier activities and found her in Ian's room. She was holding him and he was limp.
"Eric, he's burning up and he won't wake up! He won't wake up! Wake up baby! Mommy's got you. Come on little man, open your eyes for me. Please Ian, wake up for mommy."
I ran to get a cool washcloth and my cell phone. I ran back to Ian's room and we started trying cool him down by trickling cool water on him. Suddenly his little body started jerking around. He was having a seizure. I called 911 and the operator told me help was on the way. What felt like hours later, the ambulance finally arrived. By the time they arrived Sookie and I had each thrown on jeans and a shirt. We kept trying to cool Ian down and get him to talk to us, but nothing we tried worked. Sookie rode with him in the ambulance while I followed behind in the car. I was scared. My little boy was so limp and pale.
We finally got to the hospital and when I ran into the emergency department, Sookie was standing on the side by the door just looking towards the back where they had taken our son. She was sobbing. "Eric, they wouldn't let me go with me." I pulled her to me. I had never been the afraid in my life. I just held her.
About 20 minutes later a doctor came out to talk to us.
"Mr. and Mrs. Northman?" asked a tall, brunette woman wearing a white coat.
"Yes" we both said at the same time while jumping up.
"I'm Dr. Crane. Come, let's talk in the family room. It's more private." We followed her to the family room.
When we got into the family room, she closed the door and asked us to sit.
"Mr. and Mrs. Northman, we believe your son may have bacterial meningitis. We're starting him on a broad spectrum antibiotic until we can determine which strain of bacteria we're dealing with. The only way to test for this is by doing a lumbar puncture."
"A spinal tap?" I asked. "You want to do a spinal tap on my 3 year old son?"
"It's the only way to get the information we need to help him," Dr. Crane told us.
Sookie and I looked at each other and had one of those silent conversations people that know each other inside and out seemed to have.
"Do it," Sookie said to the doctor without taking her eyes off of me. Neither of us wanted to put Ian through this, but we knew we had to do everything we could to get him better.
"I don't understand, though," Sookie said. "Ian was perfectly fine when he went to bed. He was a little more tired than usual and he said his head hurt, but he wasn't fussy or anything."
"Bacterial meningitis typically comes on fast. You guys can come back and stay with him. You'll be able to stay with him during the procedure if you choose."
We followed her back to the room Ian was in. He was so small and he had all sorts of needles and tubes in him and he was hooked up to several machines. It broke my heart to see my little boy like that. I sat on one side of his bed and Sookie sat on the other. We each held one of his tiny hands in ours. We sat there quietly until the doctor came in to do the spinal tap. I had my arms around Sookie while we both stood next to Ian during the procedure. As much as I wanted my little boy to wake up, I was glad he was asleep during the spinal tap as I had heard that they were painful. Sookie had silent tears running down her face the whole time that needle was in our son's spine. Once the procedure was over and the doctor left the room, Sookie and I went back to our positions on either side of Ian.
Two hours later, Ian's fever was still high and he had another seizure. An hour after that he was no longer breathing on his own and had to be put on a ventilator. Two hours later Ian died in Sookie's arms.
