Almost done with this story. Remember, it's rated M For a reason. Oh, yes. I'm embarrassed by the number of typos in the last chapter... Those happened during the upload/edit process.

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Six months had passed before they knew it. It had taken several weeks for Emma and Dean to figure out how to take care of a baby with no modern conveniences, like diapers. But, they made due, and, once they had a workable routine down - the time flew by.

With all the nursing and physicality of daily life; Emma's body returned to 'pretty much' its original shape quickly. Minus 'the girls'. They weren't going anywhere, which made both her guys happy. Emma was simply overjoyed to be able to wear her shorts again.

Patrick was a dream baby. He didn't fuss, or cry for no reason. He giggled at the simplest things. He watched every move his parents made and enjoyed being held. He didn't demand to be entertained. He too out to nursing like a pro, "naturally!", Emma shrugged. The one thing he wasn't fond of was the trunk crib. Most nights slept with Mom and Dad in the basket she had made. Emma woke each night to feed him; then place him in the crib until morning; when she'd wake up to nurse him again.

Dean loved to watch the baby feed and tried to as often as he could. However, it made Emma uncomfortable and she asked him to "Stop staring. It's making me self conscious." "Why? I think it's beautiful. I wish I could feed him. I'm a bit jealous, actually." "When he's old enough to swallow, you can feed him" "I wonder what it tastes like?" Dean asked, intently watching his son suckle. "Don't know, don't care. And don't even ask... I'm not nursing you too." Emma deadpanned. Dean chuckled.

Emma didn't let Dean touch her intimately until the baby was four months old. She was so scared of getting pregnant. Dean was very supportive and patient with her. It made her heart swell with love for him. 'He truly is a great man!', she kept telling herself

Intimacy started back up slowly. First with make out sessions in the middle of the night. It was enough, at first. Now, six months post delivery, Emma and Dean were back to a normal routine of sex two to four times a week. Always careful to be as quiet as possible, and late at night when they were sure Patrick was sound asleep in his crib, only a couple feet away from them.

Xxxx

Emma and Dean took the baby with them on their bi-monthly trips to the other side of the island to gather supplies, swim, explore, and just get a change of scenery. Patrick loved whenever the sea turtles gathered on the beach. His Dad often set him on the back of one for a short ride. Dean followed beside, holding him upright. Patrick always let loose with the most precious belly laugh, making his parents smile. "Tutu!" (one of his first words) he'd screamed, clapping his chubby little hands together and kicking his feet.

A thought occurred to Dean one day. "You know... We've found so much more washed up on this beach... I wonder if we should consider moving over here? Maybe we'd see more action." Dean wondered aloud; walking on the beach with his wife and son. The three of them had just taken a brief dip in the ocean and were still naked and wet.

The baby still didn't like the water. Even though Dean held him protectively in his arms; the strong current frightened Patrick. So, they didn't go too far out into the water.

Dean was holding on tightly to one of Patrick's little hands, with Emma holding the other, as they supported their son in his first wobbly attempts to walk. Patrick made several small grunting noises as he stomped on the impacted sand. After only a couple of steps; he'd stop and wiggle his toes at the feeling of the sand in-between them. Then, he look up at his parents and giggle.

They chuckled when he started bobbing up and down. "He's enjoying himself." Dean smiled. "This is a new experience for him, walking." Emma said looking at her beautiful son with a proud smile, then to her husband.

"That's not a new experience, though!" Dean said, failing to suppress his laughter. Patrick was now leaning back, aiming his little penis out... peeing in the sand with the biggest grin on his face. Despite herself, Emma found this very funny.

"I swear, he's so young. But it seems like he knows what he's doing is gross!" Emma retorted. Exasperated, but trying not to laugh. "He thinks it's fun, Em." Dean said with a proud grin. As if his child had just discovered the key to happiness.

"At least he's getting some control over it." She added.

"Patrick, look! Daddy can do that too!" Dean said, taking aim, and shooting out a stream that landed several steps farther than his son's. The baby stared in awe at his Dad before wiping his head back and laughing. He lost his balance in the process.

"Whoa there now!" Emma quickly scooped him up in her arms before he fell on his butt. "Boys are so... yucky! It's a good thing you're so adorable, little man! You're forgiven." She told Patrick, kissing his cheek and blowing a raspberry on his belly, making him scream with delight. After a moment, he settled in her arms and latched onto her to eat. Smiling, Dean closed the distance between them, wrapping his arm around his wife's shoulder. They continued to walk in content silence.

X

"Getting back to what you were talking about before. To think that we spent all this time here and we haven't been found - because we're on the wrong side of the island really sucks!?" she only half joked.

"Yeah. I know..." he snorted. "But seriously. We should do it, Em. We know the area now. We've been here enough times. Let's do it while he's still young."

"I guess it could be an adventure. It's also a hassle. But, the lagoon on this side is bigger. And, it has less tree coverage - so the water's warmer. That'd be nice." She reasoned, liking the idea of a warm water bath, for a change.

"There are two beach caves here. Plus, all the best food grows on this side. We could double the food storage." Dean said, getting excited. Patrick finished one side, and Emma straightened him up to burp him. "Bonus", she smiled. After he let out two large belches, she settled Patrick on her other breast to finish eating. "Okay. But it's going to be a lot of work." Emma added as they headed back to the boat to return home. Patrick had fallen asleep after eating; but woke from his nap just as they glided back onto shore about an hour later.

X

"It'll be a big change, moving. I'm going to miss it here." Emma said as they ate dinner that evening. "Yes, I know. This has been the only home he's known. But, if we get rescued, we'd leave anyway." Dean said, offering his son a bit of 'pre-chewed' banana, which he promptly spit up.

'No ready for food yet' he thought. "It's sad that we got to the point where we say 'if' we get rescued?" Emma lamented and picked an irritated Patrick up,placing him on her lap.

Xxxx

Packing up and moving their belongings took only two days. It took Dean a week to construct their new home. Then, he took each of the trunks full of stored food over by himself. Their fabricated kitchen utensils, sea glass, her wedding memento, books, found treasures, and clothing items were packed up in the fishing net by Emma and left on the beach for Dean to load into the boat. He had already taken over their meager bedding items; including the dingy and tarp.

"You ready Patrick? Say goodbye." With tears in her eyes, Emma balanced her son on her hip and took one last look around. She would miss this place. It had been there home for so long.

X

Dean constructed a new, larger home for them with a better canopy roof made of fronds, leafy vines, woven panels and branches. There was even enough room for Patrick to have his own sleeping area - eventually. The frame was made from long bamboo stocks planted at least 3 feet into the sand. The dingy and tarp were again used to line the floor.

Their first night in the new home wasn't as seamless as Emma had hoped. The island animals were not happy with their presence, and made a lot of noise as a show of complaining about it. The endless calls, squeaks, chirps and hollers where so loud that Patrick couldn't settle down. He was beyond tired, though. Dean tried holding him, rocking him, singing to him. He even explained to him that the animals were just saying their 'hello's'.

Just before the child truly lost his cool, adding to the noise level. She took him from Dean's arms. "Well, I don't know if he understood your explanation? But, I feel better now. Thank you." She smiled and kissed her husband before settling down in bed. Emma moved her long hair to one shoulder and Patrick immediately latched his chubby little mouth onto her breast, settling down immediately.

"He just ate like, fifteen minutes ago!?" Dean complained. "It's a comfort thing, Dean. Works every time." Emma sighed, tired and a tad frustrated. Dean laid down with them, covering them all up.

"I would love for him to start self soothing. Wonder if he's gonna be a thumb sucker?" Emma petted Patrick's soft hair as he suckled away. Within minutes, his little body relaxed, and he was asleep. "Too bad we don't have a pacifier for him." Dean honestly - if not stupidly - whispered as he studied his son.

"I am the pacifier, Dean!" Emma quietly chided her clueless husband. He gulped and offered an earnest "Oh yeah, sorry" apology.

Xxxx

As it turns out, the noise level was normal for this side of the island. They figured that, given time, the animals would adjust to their presents and quiet down. They didn't. It was the humans turn to adjust. Which they did after a couple of weeks.

X

Patrick was the first to get accustomed to it. As one night he just conked out. Relieved and shocked, Emma laid his limp body in the crib, covering him with the suit jacket. It was much earlier than either of them were expecting him to fall asleep.

"What now?" They looked at each other dumbfounded. It was too noisy for Dean to read aloud, or to himself. He was already under a blanket. So, he tugged on her arm, pulling her towards him.

"I have a suggestion..." He said in a low seductive tone. Giving her 'sexy eyes'. "You do. Do you?" She replied, letting him pull her towards him. Lifting up the blanket, Emma laid her whole body over him, leaning in for a long kiss. "Hmm, I like this idea of yours." She purred. Dean smirked up at her, "I do have ideas on occasion." She gave a lazy smiles and came back in for another kiss.

As they continued to make out, he grabbed hold of her ass cheeks, kneading each one. Emma's body arched briefly and she purred like a kitten "Hmm..." This went on for several minutes. Then, Emma had to brake free from Dean's mouth and push herself up on her hands, to give her lungs room for oxygen. A prolonged "Ahh!" escaped her red, puffy lips when she did. Dean also welcomed the weight off of his chest, and took a moment to catch his breath as well.

The noise from outside was drowning out any sounds they were making. Still, Emma took a second to glance over at their son; who was still sound asleep. Relieved, she closed here eyes, and dropped her head, letting out a couple of cleansing breaths. Then, she altered her position and was instead straddling Dean. "Better?" She asked once she was settled. "Um-hmm. Thanks." he sighed, now holding her thighs.

Stretching out just two fingers, Dean tugged ever so lightly on the shawl Emma had 'barely' secured around her. It came undone, exposing her tanned body. With hungry eyes, he tossed the shawl towards the corner of their shelter. "You are so gorgeous." He told her. She smiled down at him, "I'm glad you think so. Cause I'm all you've got."

"You're all I need." Emma leaned in, capturing his mouth for another round of kissing. The little moaning sounds they made grew slightly louder in volume and intensity. Emma felt Dean getting harder as they continued. "I...have to..." He eventually grunted, hitching his breath. Emma immediately turned her body to the left and they changed positions.

Now, she lay on the blanket with him on top of her. Dean took hold of one of her knees, bending it up. Emma spread her legs apart for him as he continued to kiss her. He buried his face in her neck, sucking on the soft skin beneath her left ear. She couldn't keep herself from crying out just once, as his body slowly gyrated against her. Dean entered her with ease. "Oh...oh, unh...Ah!..." Emma sighed once he was all the way in. He held one of her thighs, then stilled for a beat, gaining energy.

"You ready?" He asked, breathy. Emma could do nothing but gulp and nod vigorously before he took a deep breath, then began the in/out motion. "Come on, com... Get it... You can do..." Emma coaxed until he hit her sweet spot. "Yes, yes!"... Fairly quickly, Dean peaked, releasing himself inside of her. "OH!" They exclaimed in unison before he collapsed against her. The only thing either one of them could hear - aside from their own heavy breathing - were the birds and monkeys in the trees outside.

a few funny moments... A little bit of sex... Hope you liked it. A little more to come.