Thanks for the reviews on CH1! Hope you enjoy this one as well.
The crab season was finally over and the Northwestern was pulling into its home harbor. The guys were all out on deck everyone straining to be the first to spot their loved ones waiting to welcome them home. Not surprisingly it was Edgar who was the first to spot Kate waving from the dock. As soon as the boat was close enough he leapt to shore and picked her up in a fierce hug followed by a passionate kiss. They ignored the catcalls and whistles from the boat and crowd. When they finally broke apart Edgar took in the dark circles under Kate's eyes and the worry in her face.
"Are you going to tell me what's got June so worried? Or do I have to guess?" he whispered in her ear. She looked up at him, bit her lip and replied, "Not here, not now." He was about to demand she answer his question when Sig called over the hailer, "HEY EDGAR! YOU WANNA HELP US TIE UP THE BOAT SO WE CAN KISS OUR WIVES TOO?"
Looking sheepish, Edgar quickly helped secure the lines before returning to Kate. After reuniting with his mother and sister-in-laws as well as the boat family Edgar gathered his things and headed away from the dock with Kate. When they were in the truck he turned and gave her a hard look. His mind had been racing since June had called Sig`. Every possible scenario that could possibly affect Kate had circled through his mind more than once. The suspense was killing him and in all honesty he was starting to get angry about not being told the truth. But Kate couldn't tell him here. This should have been a happy reunion. They should have been all over each other, crazed with the ability to once again touch and taste each other, instead they road in silence, the distance growing between them.
Finally they made it home. Kate jumped out of the truck cab and headed to the patio. Edgar was about to demand that she tell him what was going on but he stopped when he saw her face. With tears threatening to spill she sat trembling, biting her lip and wringing her hands. He took one hand of her hands in his and reached up to stroke her face with the other, "Katie, PLEASE. I can't take not knowing anymore. Please baby. Whatever it is, we'll make it okay, " he begged softly.
Kate had been holding her emotions in check and they finally spilled from her like water from a broken dam. She buried her head in his neck and sobbed. Edgar helplessly sat holding his shattered wife. Finally she said in a barely audible whisper, "I lost the baby."
"You lost the baby? What baby?"
"Our baby. The stomach bug from our honeymoon, it was morning sickness."
"Morning sickness," repeated Edgar in a stunned voice. And then with an edge of anger, "You never told me you were pregnant."
Kate began crying again, "I didn't know. I didn't know, I didn't know until it was too late."
Edgar held her again while the poison in her heart slowly released. After a while he got up to go get her some water. The phone began ringing and he was going to ignore it, but saw that it was Robyn, "Hello?"
"Hey Ed. Ummm, how are things?" she asked hesitantly.
"Well, my wife has been sobbing on the patio since we got home."
"Did she tell…" Robyn began only to be interrupted by Edgar.
"She told me she had a miscarriage, but most of what she's saying I can't understand. Tell me what you know," he demanded.
Robyn sighed, "Mid February she got real sick and I had to take her to the emergency room. She found out then that she had the miscarriage. She's been a mess since then. Only Colin and I know, she wouldn't tell anyone else because she knew it would get to you on the boat."
"She didn't want me to know?"
"She didn't want you to know on the boat," she emphasized the last words. " Kate's from a fishing family too. We try not to distract you guys with bad news from home unless there's no choice. She was afraid you would get hurt because your mind was elsewhere. She's felt like a terrible person for not telling you, but she's needed to tell you for her own good. Is she okay?"
"The crying starts and stops."
"She needs you Edgar. She needs to hear that she hasn't betrayed you, that you're all right with her not telling you sooner. Even if you aren't, you need to lie to her."
Edgar sat quietly for a moment, "Thanks Robyn. I'll tell her you called."
"No problem, tell her to call me tomorrow. Or whenever you two emerge from the bedroom."
Edgar slipped back out the patio and handed Kate a bottle of water. "Who was on the phone?"
He slipped his arm over her shoulder and leaned her against his side, "Robyn. Calling to check on you. She said for you to call her tomorrow."
"You talked to her for quite a while."
"Yeah, she answered questions I needed answers to."
Kate stared at the water in her hands. "Do you hate me for not telling you?"
Edgar shook his head, "No, I don't hate you. Just don't ever keep something like that from me again, okay? No matter what, I want you to tell me. Knowing something was wrong but not knowing what it was just about drove me crazy."
Kate nodded then snuggled into Edgar's arms, "This is not the homecoming I had fantasized about," she admitted.
"You fantasized about me coming home…" he drawled, trying to lighten the mood.
"Eww, you make it sound like something filthy," she teased.
"We can make it something filthy," he offered. He drew her close and captured her mouth in a searing kiss. His hands hand just worked their way under her shirt when his stomach let out a roar. She chuckled throatily, "Well that was unexpected…"
" Tis a sad, sad day when I have to choose food over sex," he pouted.
Kate led the way into the kitchen and pulled a crock out of the fridge. As she began to ladle the contents into a bowl Edgar cocked an eyebrow, "I've been gone three months and you feed me leftovers?"
She threw a dishtowel at him, "I made it this morning. I didn't want to have to cook once I got you home." As it heated in the microwave she pulled out a crusty loaf of bread and some butter. Edgar shoveled in the hot stew and sopped up the remains with the bread. "I've had beef stew before, but DAMN either I was really hungry or that was really good!"
Kate laughed, "It's really good and you are really hungry. It's Guinness Beef Stew. Once you go Guinness you'll never go back. It's Colin's mom's recipe. Why don't you go grab a shower and I'll clean up down here?"
"Why don't we both go shower and you can clean up tomorrow?" countered Edgar suggestively.
"I'd rather clean up now. Besides I just need to throw everything in the dishwasher. You get started and I'll join you upstairs."
A thought dawned on Edgar, "Hon, can you…I mean, are you okay to…"
Kate caught his meaning, "Yeah, no harm done. Doctor says I'm good to go. Go on up. I'll be right behind you."
When Edgar had last seen the cabin, it had been little more than a shell of what it was currently. He stripped out of his clothes and walked into the master bath. When he flipped on the light he stopped short to stare in awe at the monstrosity of it. The bathroom was, well, huge. The room was completely covered in stone. Along the far wall was a whirlpool tub large enough for at least two, large bay windows looked out onto the pond and surrounding forest. At the foot of the tub was a gas fireplace and along the edges were various candle groupings. He opened the shower door and couldn't believe what he was seeing. The shower looked like a freaking car wash! Nozzle's everywhere and in every direction. You could fit the entire Northwestern crew inside. After starting the water and adjusting the settings to a pounding spray, Edgar simply stood in the hot water and lost himself in the joy of the sensation.
He heard Kate laugh and looked through the steam. "I don't know if you are the cat that ate the cream or you're about to cum from the shower," she grinned.
"Holy shit," he replied, "I've died and gone to heaven. First this heavenly shower and then a sexy naked angel walks into it with me…I do have a question though, what are all these weird placed handles for? I get the bench and seat, but the handles? A little high aren't they too?"
Kate didn't answer, simply turned her back to him, grabbed onto one of the handles slightly about shoulder height, and then threw a suggestive look over her shoulder. Edgar's cock jumped at the sight, "Oh, a kinky angel…" He reached for Kate and drew her towards him. His mouth quickly enveloped hers before she wriggled out of his grasp, "Aww come back," he pouted. Kate backed Edgar up to wall before slowly sinking to her knees and taking him in her mouth. "God, baby, as many times…"he gasped out. "As much as I've dreamed about…" he let out a groan. He pulled her up, "I don't have that kind of patience tonight." Still dripping he carried her to the bedroom. She had built a roaring fire in their fireplace before joining him in the shower. "Cleaning up eh?" he chuckled then placed her on the bed. He was on her in an instant. After three long lonely months, foreplay completely unnecessary. Edgar plunged into Kate's hot, wet core. Over and over he worked her body. She screamed out her climax and he flipped her over onto her knees and began pounding her again. She lost track of how many times she came screaming his name over and over. With a roar he poured his seed into her, collapsing beside her on the bed. He pulled her close then covered them with the blanket before placing light kisses on her neck. "Now that was the homecoming I fantasized about," she purred into his chest. Edgar chuckled back, "It's great to be home." They lay with bodies entwined watching the flames dance until they fell into deep, dreamless sleep.