At times it seemed unbelievable that after everything they had gone through they were still together and about to have a precious baby. They had been lying in bed thinking of baby names for the past hour or so. All the names they had come up with thus far hadn't seemed to fit. Then he suggested that maybe they should give their son the middle name Thomas as it happened to be his true first name. "I like that," she told him with a smile. "How about William Thomas?"
"That's perfect," he said as he pulled her into his arms. He lay his hand over the mound of her stomach as he felt their child moving within her. "He likes it, too," he said with a little laugh. "I'm glad we are having a boy, and you are both okay. It's so unbelievable, and I'm happy."
When he smiled at her, she knew he truly meant it. He was more happy than she had seen him in a very long time. Gone was that great weight of pain and guilt he had been carrying upon his shoulders for the past few months. She could feel it as she gazed at him. Tenderly she caressed his cheek, and his lips lowered onto hers. He kissed her softly, sipping at her lips sensuously until she shuddered. She lay back against the pillows in surrender as he pressed his body over hers. She tangled her fingers in his semi-long hair as his lips moved to her neck, gently exploring and tasting. She thought she would lose her mind if he didn't give her what it was she had been wanting but she was afraid to ask for it.
Suddenly he pulled away and looked at her, that haunted expression again clouding his eyes. "Don't go," she pleaded as she grabbed his hand. "I need you. Please." She raised his hand to her lips and gently kissed his fingers one by one. The terrified expression on his face began to dissipate. She pulled him back into her arms and just held him. She whispered soft words of comfort as he began to calm. She then took his hand and slid it under her nightie, pressing it softly against her breasts. At her silent invitation, their eyes locked and he began to touch her. Her nipples beaded up as she sucked in her breath. He squeezed and kneaded each of her breasts, then slid his hand downward into her panties. His fingertips rubbed against the place where she was most senstive.
"Yes... please... I need you so much..." she said breathlessly. He explored her moist flesh and slid his fingers inside her. She arched toward his thrusts as she reached her climax. After it was over, she lay in his arms. She longed to touch him, too, but she didn't dare. Instead, she told him she loved him and curled up against his muscular chest. He caressed her hair as they held each other. In the quiet darkness of their room, she thought of how far they'd come. She hoped to find a way to reach him, so he would trust himself again. Until he could give himself to her entirely, her heart ached with what they were missing. As ready as she was to take the next step, sadly, he wasn't. Considering she loved him with all her heart and soul, she wouldn't pressure him. She'd wait as long as necessary, knowing he was worth the wait.