Chapter 26

A short time later, Macalleigh woke to the cold. She really missed Miami. Especially when the fall hit NY. Shiver in Jakes arms, he felt her.

"You cold Macalleigh?"

"Yeah. Very."

Wrapping her tighter in his arms, he carried her upstairs.

"I promise I'll have you warm in no time."

Placing her softly on the bed, he started the gas fireplace. Sure enough, the room heated within minutes.

"I'm going to check on Nicholas. I'll be right back."

Macalleigh smiled. Jake sure loved Nicholas. As much as Nicholas loved Jake.

"He's still sleeping Macalleigh, but I'm going to bring him in with us. His room is a little chilly."

She laughed. For out of all the rooms, Nicholas's was always warm. Watching him walk back in, he placed Nicholas between them. Then wrapping his arms round the two of them. They all fell into sleep.

Meanwhile...

Mac was looking for Calleigh. He thought for sure she was in the kitchen. But she wasn't. Besides that, he wasn't done with her yet. He still owed her from this evening, before the kids came home. Searching the living room, then the den, still nothing.

"Calleigh?? Calleigh?? Where are you love?"

Still not getting any response, Mac figured she was hiding on him. Searching the closets, then the rooms. He came to Macalleigh's old room. Opening the closet door, she jumped out at him with nothing on. By all that was Holy. Mac swore he was seeing an emerald eyed Angel. Simply stunning, she was so damn sexy, so damn gorgeous, that words wouldn't come.

Calleigh knew she had stunned him. For she had seen that look several times.

"Sweetheart, look at you. I can see your tummy just begining to grow. I can see the outline of our child nestled safely within your womb."

Walking over to her side, he fell to his knees, and just held her with his head resting on their baby.

"Maaac...are you okay?"

Stroking his hair, Calleigh could feel wetness on her tummy.

"Heeeeeeeey...what is it Mac? Please talk to me."

Still not saying a word, he stood and looked into her eyes with soaken tears.

"I'm just so happy love. I feel so blessed in our life. Sometimes it just becomes to much. Sometimes I feel this plain of happiness shouldn't exsist for me."

"Oh Mac...why would you think that? We both deserve happiness. After twenty two years, how many other couples can say they've survived what we have. Look how long it took us to get here. So much pain we had in the begining. Which is why we have so much happiness now Mac. Our love, our understanding, and our warmth is what has brought us here. To now. To this minute, this today."

Kissing her husbands tears, she lead him to the bed, and laid him down. Slowly undressing him, she removed his shoes, his socks, suit, pants. Until she had basking in the glory of all that was natural.

Crawling in between his legs, she stroked her tongue up his calf, his thigh, until she got to his sac. Softly, sensually taking one into her mouth, he gripped her hair, and bucked. Stroking her tongue up his thickened shaft, she took his head into her mouth, playing him with, deep strong strokes. Strokes that were filled of need, of promise.

Feeling her husband lose control, she tenderly began caressing his chest, while she slid herself up upon him. Mac was so lost in touch, in her stroke, in her caress. Taking his hands, he slid them seductively up her waist, till he reached her swollen breasts. Tweaking and pinching with care, being careful not to cause her tender breasts any pain.

Then lowering his hands again, he placed them on her hips, and sat her deeply upon his shaft. God he could feel her walls already tighten around him. She was so warm, so tiny, so sleek and wet, that he could feel her pearly fluid seep down his inner thighs.

So lost now, as they rocked within each other. So much longing, tenderness that poured from their hearts, into their merging souls. Carefully flipping her over, he placed her on all fours. Sliding his arm under her, he allowed his fingers to become drenched in her fluid, God how he could feel it dripping form the cup of his hand.

Replacing his fingers with his shaft, he pulled her up to him, and rained tender kisses across her nape, her neck, her ear, all the while still stroking within her.

"Maaaaaaaaaaaac...I can't...I can barely..."

"I know love. I can barely breathe myself. Your soul his pure, so bright, as it merges with mine. So much love, and compassion. I can feel my heart burst from the essence that is our world."

Such words were to much Calleigh. As she felt her tears pour from her eyes. Carefully laying her back upon the bed, he turned her to face him, and as their tears of love joined, he poured into with one last sensual plunge.

Nothing but silence could be heard throughout their room. A room that was now filled with passion, sighs, and whispers of love.