Chapter 4
AN: Thank you again for the reviews. Putting this out now because of the game tonight. ...
It was the night of their second month anniversary. Penelope was laying in bed, waiting for Derek's call. She wasn't feeling a lot better. She was still tired, but starting to feel like her old self. She was probably getting used to being sick. She was waiting for the end of this trimester; her doctor told her most likely it would end then.
God, she hoped so!
She rolled over onto her side, trying to stay awake. It was nine-thirty, unbelievable early for their standards. The Quantico Morgans were known to stay up very late, far later than the rest of their team. She couldn't help but smile; there was usually a good reason they were up.
She yawned, and her eyes started to droop. Her heart was breaking; she couldn't fall asleep without talking to Derek. Not on their anniversary. She apologized earlier in the week for being so cranky, and tried to be like her normal self, but Morgan still sounded so worried about her. She didn't doubt for a second he loved her. He was so devoted, and sounded so lonely over the phone.
She yawned again, and tugged on her nightgown. She bought a whole bunch of sexy new nightwear just before her honeymoon, and threw out whatever ratty things she still had. Now, her breasts were almost a cup size bigger, not that she ever needed help in that department. She sighed, glancing downward. She looked like a porn star. She needed to get some better fitting jammies.
She stretched a little, yawned yet again, and her eyes drooped closed for a second. She was so tired; maybe if she took a little catnap, she'd feel better. She put the phone right up by her pillow, and almost immediately fell asleep.
It was eleven when Morgan finally made it home. He was going to call her, but decided to surprise her instead. He entered their house and noticed it was very quiet. The bedroom light was on; he went to investigate.
He smiled. Laying on the bed was his baby girl in a frothy pink confection of a nightgown, sleeping soundly. She was holding the phone rather lovingly, like it was a teddy bear she cherished. His heart warmed; she was waiting for him to call.
He gently removed the phone, pulled off his clothes and climbed in next to her. He slid his arm under her, careful not to wake her. She sighed, and snuggled her bottom closer to him. She felt so good, so soft and warm. It was a fantastic dichotomy for him, both arousing and relaxing.
He needed to touch her, just a bit more, before he went to sleep. He missed her, missed every part of her. Plus, he was worried about her. Touching her, making sure she was okay, was going to relieve some of that worry. His hand reached down and ran from her knee, to her thigh, over her hip, then down to her soft belly. She felt heavenly, the smooth silk on her body mimicking what he knew her bare skin felt like.
Thinking of that bare skin, and touching, feeling, holding his wife was not having the relaxing effect he was hoping for. Not too surprisingly, he was becoming very aroused. As if on cue, her cute little butt snuggled even closer to him.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. All that did was make him more aware of her scent, sweet apple blossoms and something uniquely Penelope. He sighed; this was going to be a long night.
She turned to look at him, a bit startled.
Concern overrode anything else he felt. He'd done that a million times to her, and she never even remotely hinted it was painful. Quite the opposite; she usually loved it. "Baby, are you okay?" he questioned, feeling absolutely remorseful. "I am so sorry. I never meant to hurt-"
Before he could think anymore, she pushed him on his back and kissed him, strong and hard, like she was starving for him. His hands came up to cradle her head, deepening the kiss. She moaned against his lips, kissing him with such longing. "I missed you," she murmured between kisses, "So much."
"Oh, sweetheart," he said, pulling her on top of him. She straddled his hips and pulled her nightgown off, baring her to him.
they made love.
She collapsed forward, wrapping her arms around him. "I love you."
"I love you, too. Happy anniversary."
She looked at the clock, then giggled. "Yay, we made it!" She brushed a kiss over his lips, then moved to his side.
"Baby," he said, that niggling worry still in his mind. "Is everything okay?"
She paused for just a second. "Yes, honey. Can we talk in the morning?"
He leaned over her, looking at her tired eyes, His heart swelled; she was exhausted. He kissed her lips. "Of course. Goodnight."
With that, they fell asleep.
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