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Then she smiles a truly devilish grin. "But you can try to beat those two percent if you wish..."

"You sure you don't mind getting pregnant?"

The twinkling of her eyes clue me in even before her words do. "Can't say I do. I want to have children while I'm still young enough to enjoy the pregnancy and not have it tire me out, and I also want them for you. More than that, I want them with you and only you. I know you want kids. You're also 12 years older and I want to get pregnant while you're still young enough to be able to keep up with them, to survive the sleepless nights."

At her words I feel warmth flood my heart, combating the wince that rose up when she mentioned our age gap. It matters to me that I am older than she is, but for once I will not let my insecurity destroy my chance for happines. The age difference doesn't bother Jen, so why should it matter to me?

While my heart knew in the first place that this wasn't just a no-strings attached fuck, my head still needed proof. Her statement about wanting kids with me is all the proof I'll ever need to know that Jen's as serious about me as I am about her. We're making life-altering lifelong decisions here, cooperatively, and it's as easy as brushing teeth. I don't know about you, but to me that can mean only good for the longterm.

At the same time I feel depressed over having waited this long with finding the one, with starting a family. I'll be 60 when my first child graduates from High School!

And I've got a bad feeling that the only other 60 year olds there will be the graduatees' grandfathers. I just hope our kids will have skins thick enough not to let the barbs and insults of their peers over them having such an old father from affecting them.

And it will happen, it's inevitable. Kids can be unbelievably cruel. That innocence and purity is sometimes just a myth that has no basis in reality. And now my kids will pay for my single mindedness when I didn't follow my baser instincts while I was recuperating with Diane's help at grandmother's farm. I should've then just dragged Diane to the nearest Justice of Peace and had him marry us. History would've gone so differently then. We wouldn't have gone without seeing each other for years, Diane wouldn't have been killed, I wouldn't have gotten involved into that stupid and destructive "dance" with Mac, which btw. was the biggest mistake of my life. I wasted 8 best years of my life on her and have nothing to show for it, just pain, heartache and a ruined career.

Well, there is one good thing from it all, one VERY good thing. Jen. But how do you reconcile the fact that for your current happiness the person you loved more than anything else had to die? How can you choose which woman you love is worth more?

Fact is, if Diane had lived I never would've met, gotten to know, and come to love Jen. Her life would've also gone differently, she would've been dishonorably discharged from the Navy and back into the life of crime. Her life would've been so much worse, contrary to how good her professional life is now. And, dare I say, her personal as well.

But for that Diane had to die. The first woman I loved the way an adult loves another adult, not a teenage love as it was with Gym. The woman who stood by me when I was seriously thinking of ending my own life, who gave my life meaning, who stood by me through all of that long and pain-filled recuperation from the ramp strike and learning to walk again, who even reserved her own commission to do it, resulting in her being passed up for 2 promotions, the woman who made such an impact on me and my life and who's untimely and cruel death has scarred me for life. And I know I'll never get rid of this scar, nor am I sure I want to. Because that's the last influence she herself had on me.

Diane and Mac are physically identical, but personality-wise they are complete opposites, just as Mac and Jen. But Diane and Jen are not physically identical nor opposites, but look quite similar, both brown-haired, brown-eyed, with figures that make women jealous as hell and that have men drooling when they see them. But there's more to them than just fantastic bodies, the more where they are so identical. They are/were (how the hell do you compare a person who is alive to how a now-dead person once was?) both warm, loving, giving, friendly, devoted, loyal, selfless, generous, caring,... and there are so many other positive adverbs that I could use for them that I could go on for years. As it is in my experience extremely rare with physically top-scoring women, and I've known many over the years, Jen's and Diane's inner beauty far outshines the physical.

My mind took me for an interesting trip, but Jen's talking again and I have to leave my musings and give her my full attention. Not only because she deserves it, but because I want to.

"And since I want more than just one we'll have to start right away. I'll go off the pill immediately and we can start working on our first baby. But until the ovulation suppressant wears off, which will take a few weeks, there's nothing to stop us from practicing." her eyes twinkle in challenge, a challenge I can't decline.

Answering her challenge, I quickly push her on her back and roll onto her, slipping my already-hard-again length deeply into her, bringing such a groan of ecstasy out of her that it almost makes me cum again by itself.

I know there's still a lot we have to talk about, like my future career plans, and a lot of things we still have to do, like me getting Jen before a Justice of Peace as soon as I can, and we'll definitely do all that. But for now we just want to enjoy our time together and make love until we can't walk anymore. Which is, given how many times we made love in the last 24 hours, pretty imminent.

As I pull out and surge back into her again, adding a mixing motion and making her moan and clench around me, I can't help but grin.

"So, pretty lady, get ready to be inseminated." I drawl and in reward I hear the sweetest sound ever.

The sound of Jen laughing from happiness.

THE END

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