Chapter twelve
Two days after Sara was taken into custody, she was on medication and was deemed calm and rational enough to appear before a judge. Sam and Jack were there in Denver to hear her not guilty plea. Then the court-appointed psychiatrist gave his report, stating that after examining Sara for forty-eight hours he could say with certainly that she was not mentally fit to stand trial. Demonstrating the accuracy of his diagnosis, Sara interrupted the proceedings more than once to accuse Jack of taking Charlie from her.
Sara's father told the judge what a kind, gentle person Sara normally was, and how she loved children and would never hurt one. He said the illness she was suffering from had been slowly coming on since the loss of her son. He added then that if anyone should be blamed for her state of mind, it was her ex-husband, because he had been negligent in their son's death. At that point the judge stopped him, reminding him that they were not there to place blame for Sara's illness, but rather to decide what was best for her. Her father apologized to the judge, and then he said he would gladly care for Sara, should the judge decide to release her. But the judge told him her crime was a federal offense and as such could not simply be dismissed, no matter who spoke in her behalf.
Jack spoke next, telling the judge that he and Sam didn't want to see Sara punished. What they wanted was for her to get help, so she could lead a productive life one day. The judge then summed up the case and announced her decision. Sara would be hospitalized for a period of no less than six months, during which time she would receive psychiatric counseling and whatever treatment the court-appointed doctors prescribed. And at the end of that time she would be re-evaluated.
Afterward, the lawyer Sara's father had hired assured them that she would never have to serve time in prison, that he would be able to work out a deal whereby her sentence would be commuted, and she would most likely be given parole for a period of at least two years. Of course all of this was dependent upon her regaining her mental health.
With this horrible chapter of their lives finally behind them, Jack and Sam went back home to Colorado Springs, where they finally began living the life they had dreamed of having. They also began planning for the expansion of their family. While Sam continued to go to work five days a week, Jack began turning their only remaining guest room into another nursery.
This time Sam was having a girl, and Jack wanted her room to be everything a little girl could want. So each day he painted and papered and put together furniture, and each day the room looked more and more like a palace fit for a princess. And finally when it was all done, he declared that he needed a break.
"How about a trip someplace nice? Just you and me?" he asked Sam one morning as they lay spooned up in bed together. Jack figured if they didn't get away together now, it would be many months before she would be able to go anywhere, especially due to the fact that she planned to nurse the new baby. Jack certainly didn't mind that Sam wanted to nurse, because her breasts would get so much larger. But he was already starting to feel like he had to make an appointment just to spend time alone with her. And he knew that once the new baby arrived, he would get even less of her undivided attention.
"I don't know, Jack. Do you really think it's a good idea? DJ has been very clingy lately," she replied, even though Jack's hand on her breast was very distracting.
"I know, but I'm sure Janet and Cassie could take care of him. He knows them so well that he probably wouldn't even miss us."
"I guess we could go away for a little while. Did you have someplace in mind?" Sam asked, shifting her hips from right to left. She heard Jack's intake of breath, and she knew she'd hit the right spot.
"Let me think about it," he hissed as he felt his cock slip between the cheeks of Sam's ass. "Lift your leg a bit, sweetheart. I'm gonna fuck the hell outa you," he declared as he nuzzled her ear.
Sam loved it when he talked dirty to her. She also loved it when he took charge, so she did as he asked, eager to feel him inside her once again. They didn't have sex as often these days, and when they did it was usually from behind, like now. She didn't mind, however, as she thought nothing felt better than to lay in Jack's arms while he took complete control.
One of his big hands cupped her right breast, while the other one slid down her belly and in between her thighs, where his long middle fingers delved between her folds, checking to make sure she was wet enough. Sometimes, like this morning, she needed a little help in that department. He knew this was a hormonal thing and not an indication of her disinterest in having sex, so he turned around and got the tube of lubricant they kept on the night table. Then, after applying a liberal amount to his cock, he entered her snug channel, marveling at the depth to which she could still take him.
Once he was completely seated inside her, Sam put her hand over his, and turned her head, offering her lips to his for a brief kiss. Then her hand moved down lower, where her fingers touched his cock, feeling his solid flesh where it entered her body. She also touched his balls, cupping them in her hand for a minute, until his desire to move required her to let go. He began pushing in and pulling out then, heat from the friction, as well as the self-warming lubricant, adding to the flames of her passion.
Meanwhile his fingers had found her clit and they began to rub it in small circles, stimulating the little nubbin till it was swollen and she was whining, "Yes! Yes!"
His hot breath huffed in her left ear as he repeatedly drove himself into her silky depths. Her body fit his perfectly, her response to him was sublime! She was all he ever wanted and more, and his love for her was almost too much to bear. It wasn't just this physical connection that he felt for her, it was something else that his simplistic mind could not understand or define. He just knew he loved her more than words could say, but he tried to tell her anyway.
"Love…you…wife," he said in a breathless staccato voice, as his need to come reached its pinnacle.
"I love you too….so much, Jack!" she cried, and then she felt his balls throbbing against her ass as he filled her with his love.
Jack's shout of ecstasy was muffled as he pressed his face into the crook of Sam's neck. He could feel her inner muscles holding him and milking him, her empathic cries of "Yes, more! Harder!" and her hand pressing down on his, telling him that she didn't want this moment to stop. So he pinched her clit between his finger and thumb, thus drawing out her climax as long as possible.
It wasn't until she relaxed her hold on his hand, that he moved both his hands to her breasts, massaged them while whispering sweet nothings in her ear. With his cock still inside her, he began squeezing and twisting her nipples, giving her what he knew she liked. It wasn't long before he could feel the walls of her channel fluttering around him once more.
Sam came all over again then, squealing into his mouth as she turned her head so he could kiss her on the lips. And his passion flared all over again too, and he could feel his cock swelling inside her. So he rotated his hips, moving himself around and around in her snug channel, while giving her an occasional hard thrust. And his cock grew even more, lengthening and hardening as Sam's body responded to his, flexing to allow him entry, and then tightening to keep him inside when he tried to pull out. Soon he was pounding into her again, harder than before, the urgency of his need making him forget everything else but his desire to fuck until he couldn't fuck anymore.
This time his climax took much longer to achieve, and when it finally happened, Jack thought he was having that stroke he was always joking about. But after the stars disappeared from his vision, and his heart rate slowed to normal, he kissed the side of Sam's pale, freckled neck, knowing he would live to fuck another day. So then he shut his eyes, feeling tired but satisfied.
When he woke up an hour later, Sam was not there in their bed.
He pulled on an old pair of jeans, and wearing nothing else he went to look for his very pregnant but very lovely wife. He found her out in the garage with DJ, who was toddling around the place like a mouse sniffing out the cheese. Just then he stopped at the waste basket and reached in, picking up a piece of hardened clay. Then dropped it on the concrete floor. "Oh, oh," he said as the clay broke into a hundred pieces.
"Hey there, Cadet! What are you and your mommy up to?" he asked as he swung the boy up in his arms. Sam was rooting around in a pile of stuff over on one side of the garage. It was the side where some of her things were being stored because there was no more room in the house.
"I'm looking for my luggage. Have you seen it?"
"Luggage? Why, are you going somewhere?" he asked, as he put DJ down. The boy immediately toddled back to the waste basket.
"You said you want to take a trip. I can't very well go to a nice hotel with a military duffle bag, now can I?"
"No, I guess not. But you sit down, while I look," he said, his hands at her waist as he stood behind her.
"Okay." Sam moved aside and sat down on the stool next to the workbench. Then she watched Jack look through the stacks of boxes and other items, enjoying the view of his bare back, especially the dimples above the waist of his jeans.
"Are you sure they're out here?" he asked after a few minutes.
"No, but keep looking. I'm enjoying myself."
TBC
