Chapter 3
While he sat at his desk in his office, Martin had a rare time off where no patient were booked for the next time slot. While gazing out the window, he recalled what happened that very same evening. His ears lit up like two Christmas lights and he felt his cheeks flashed a bright red as his mind travelled back in time.
Upon their arrival back at the surgery, they found Janice waiting patiently with James Henry. Luckily she did not ask any stupid questions, just handed over James Henry to Martin, and took her bag. Louisa thanked her for staying with him all day and even longer than usual. Martin made a mental note to ensure she was correctly compensated for her efforts.
Martin took James Henry, and for a moment, he forgot about the rest of the world. He just hugged the little body of his son as close as he could. He breathed in the all too familiar smell of baby cream and talk. James looked up at him and grinned a little. He took Martin by the ears and put his small head against the very large one of his dad. They looked into each other's eye and stayed like that for a minute or so, until Martin heard Louisa sniffed heavily. He dragged his eyes from his perfect son, and saw Louisa standing by the door, tears running down her face.
"Louisa, What's wrong, why are you crying!"
"O Martin, I'm sorry! The sight of you two is just so immense! And I think all the emotions of today - it's just so… Just look at you…." she waved her hands in their direction, and then reached for a tissue in her handbag. But the tears just kept coming, until Martin walked over and embraced her with his big arms, the 3 of them standing in the kitchen, the rest of the world forgotten. But then James had enough of it, and started to squirm and gurgle to get out. Reluctantly Martin let go. As far as he was concerned, they could have stayed like that forever.
"I am sorry James?"
Martin looked over James' head at Louisa, It looked like she was done for now. She looked at him, and gave him one of those magical gorgeous smiles of her.
"Ah, do you mind if I go wash up, maybe take a shower? I believe some of my things are still upstairs? Martin felt that he was in need of a thorough scrubbing. He felt dirty, hungry and tired.
"Off course. I'll take James up for a bath after you're done. You are still staying here, right Martin?" Martin saw big question marks in those beautiful eyes of hers.
"Hmm, Yes.
"Perfect. James and I will go to the market quickly and get us something for dinner, right? "And with that she, walked over gave him a small peck on the cheek, put James in his stroller, grabbed her bag, and left through the kitchen door.
It was suddenly dead quiet. Martin went upstairs and looked through the drawers for some of his clothes. He was not able to take everything when he moved to the other house, as it was simply too small. A lot of his suits were still in the closet, some underwear and pyjamas was still in the bottom drawer. He never felt so relieved to take a shower ever before. There were still some left over soap and shampoo of his that was kind of tucked away to the side. After his shower, fully dressed in a clean suit again, he just lay back on the bed, just to catch his breath, appreciating the silence, but soon the feeling of intense exhaustion overwhelmed him, and he drifted off into a slumber.
When Louisa and James returned, she started dinner immediately. She put James in his high chair. She did not hear anything from upstairs and thought Martin might just be busy dressing himself. She was glad he decided to stay. After dinner was done, she took James and headed upstairs. When she came into her, no, their room, she saw Martin asleep! She knew he needed it, so she just left him like that and decided to take James and give him dinner, and then she'll give him a bath.
After James' very messy dinner, she took him upstairs. She was busy playing with him in the tub, when she felt that she was being watched. When she turned around, Martin was standing in the doorway.
"Oh, hi! I am just finishing off James, then we can have dinner. That all right?"
"Yes, fine. You should have woken me up."
"Why? You clearly needed a nap."
"Hmm"
After she dressed James, they went downstairs and she saw that Martin already dished up. He must be hungry. She put James in his playpen with some toys.
They ate dinner in complete silence, except for some baby talk coming from James. He was sure babbling more and more these days. Soon he would probably be able to say his first words!
After dinner, they cleaned up the dishes together. It felt good, normal.
"I will take James Henry to bed now, Martin.
"Oh yes." Martin walked over and gave his son a small kiss on his head while his to fingers touched his forehead.
Louisa headed upstairs with James. Martin stood in the kitchen, not sure what to do. He heard Louisa in the nursery, busy reading to James Henry. Occasionally she even sang a little, he loved that! She had the most amazing voice. He was still very tired even though he had a nap and decided that he will go to bed early as well. He ensured everything was locked downstairs and headed upstairs where he stood in the doorway of the nursery. Louisa's back was turned so she did not know he was standing there. He enjoyed the view. It was …calming.
After quite a while, James was finally asleep and Louisa saw Martin holding up the doorposts.
"That took a little bit longer than usual, but he's out like a light now. Luckily he's a good sleeper these days, so unless something is seriously wrong, he might sleep through the night." she said. "I guess I can go for a much needed shower as well. I'll be out in a jiff."
Martin entered the bedroom after Louisa disappeared into the bathroom. It was filled with a lot of Louisa's things, clothes here and there, shoes, handbags, luckily not too messy. It felt great to be back. He saw that some of his Medical Journals were still on the nightstands on "his side of the bed". It made him feel very good, at least he knew that Louisa still thought about him. He quickly changed into his blue flannel pyjamas. He got into bed, took one of the journals and started reading.
After a few minute, Louisa came out of the bathroom, with just a towel wrapped around her. Her hair was wet, hanging loosely over her shoulders as she used her hands to get rid of all the knots, her face clean, cleared of all the makeup, and she brought the smell of feminine cleanliness with her - it was intoxicating. Martin looked up and was stunned at how extremely very beautiful she is. He was openly staring at her.
"God Louisa, you are so very beautiful!"
Louisa looked up, and saw the look on Martins face. She knew that look, she missed it. "Thank You Martin, it is always nice when you tell me that, Even though I haven't heard it in quite a while."
"I did say it when we were in session with Dr Timothy"
"I know, but that wasn't exactly said… to me"
"Right" He looked down at his reading material again, knowing all too well with her just standing there, looking like that, there is no way he could concentrate on reading a single word. Why does she do that? Why was she making things so difficult? She stirred things in him that he might not be able to control, and he never wants to lose control with Louisa, ever. Even though he knew how to control his urges, after many years of practice, it was still so very difficult. He did not dare to look at her!
"Martin…" Louisa's voice were soft, he did not want to look, afraid of what his expression might show. Don't she know how extremely hard it is to evoke self-control? Doesn't she know the huge amounts of …
"Martin! Look at me, please"
He looked up slowly, releasing a huge sigh! He was shocked to his core as Louisa stood there, naked, since she dropped the towel to her feet.
He never knew he could move that fast, but in a split second, he was up, next to her and picked her up in his arms. She let out a little giggle when he lifted her off her feet and into his arms. He then placed her softly on the bed. She was biting her lower lip, a sign of uncertainty, but then she gave him a smile and all he could do was to start kissing her softly. First her lips, lingering kisses, filled with emotion. Then the soft little spot on her neck, he felt the shivers on her body. He continued his kissing spree, softly, very slowly. Down her neck, on her shoulder, down to her breasts, first the one, then the other one, he lingered there for a while, as he loved it there. She had the most amazing soft breast and he could kiss it all night long, but his passion and desire drove him to continue, down to her navel, taking small bites as he goes, hearing her small noises of pleasure as he continued. He quickly moved back to her mouth, and kissed her with such passion; it felt like they were both in another world.
Louisa could not bear this another minute! She was now crazed with anticipation!
"Martin, please make love to me… now?"
He did not need to answer, as his body answered for him! After a while, they both fell to the pillows, exhausted! The anticipation was too much, they both reached their peaks far too quickly, but neither cared, they were together. They both longed for this. They needed it.
They both laid there for a couple of minutes, catching their breath and also thinking about what just happened. For a very long time they were not intimate at all; making love was pushed back due to far too many outside factors. They both dreamt of this for a long time, and were not disappointed at all.
Martin was just about to get up, but Louisa holds him back. "And where are you going, doctor?" She used her "head mistress "voice, and he felt guilty immediately, as if he was caught doing something really bad.
"Uh, I …I… loo…, and I want to put on my pyjamas" he said.
"No, you are not getting dressed."
"Why?" Horror written all over his face.
"Firstly, I don't ever want to see you in those ugly conservative button tight blue flannel things again, never. And secondly, I need to feel you against me all night, can you manage that?" Louisa felt she explained exactly what she wanted, she said what she needed. She just hoped that Martin understood.
Louisa was lying on her side, her hair spread across her pillow, her hands resting softly in front of her lovely breasts….She was the image of perfection; how could he refuse anything she asked him at that moment?
"Oh…Fine"
When Martin returned, he saw that Louisa covered herself halfway so that only her upper body was open, she did not get dressed. He slipped into bed, and he thought she was asleep, but then her hands reached for him and pulled him very close to her. His whole body touched hers; he put his arms over her and lightly caressed her breast.
"That's it, just how it should be" she whispered. "Please don't ever leave me alone in this bed again."
The following morning, Martin was startled awake. Something is not right. He glanced at the clock, it said 04:30. It's still dark outside. Then he felt it. Something was …? Kissing his torso! He looked down and saw Louisa busy caressing his stomach region with her lips.
"Louisa!" Martin whispered loudly. "What are you doing?"
"Oh, dono, trying to wake up my husband…do you think he will wake up if I keep doing this?"
He reached for her and pulled her up to him; her whole body were completely on top of his. She cupped his face in her hands, and gently kissed him.
"I missed you. I missed your touch and your soft lips."
"Oh, Louisa, you're driving me crazy! Where did all this… come from? We never…"
"That's the problem! We need to get comfortable and spontaneous with each other, we've never been. That is a huge problem. Get out of your shell Martin, let go, take advantage of me, and kiss me whenever you feel like it. That is my mission in any case, so be prepared, as I am your wife, and will start acting on it! So…where was I…"and with that she straddled him and started moving very seductively! It only took a split second for him to decide what to do. It was a great way to start the morning!
"Doc, Mrs Winters' here for her appointment! Can I send her through?" Morwenna's voice ended his daydreaming of the events that happened roughly a week ago.
"Yes, that's fine"
As the elderly woman went to sit in the chair in front of him, he shifted all those memories to the back of his mind, and was in full "Doc Martin mode". However, just before he asked the women why she was there, he made a mental note about something he must do.
