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Karen never called it making love until she was with Will. He turned sex into love making and made it unique every time. She assumed it was typical of a newer type of love, but she had never experienced a feeling quite like it.
She loved the way his lips felt when they traveled up and down her body, small kisses burning her skin. Then there was the way that he ran his hands through her hair when he accelerated his pace. She had never been with a man who could make her climax so often and so hard. No man had ever been able to make her come every single time they were together or more than once, but he could. She felt addicted to him.
"What are you thinking about, sweetie?" Will asked as he pulled her close to him, their naked bodies brushing one another. She smiled and sighed.
"I'm just thinking about how happy you make me. I feel like a real person." He chuckled and hugged her tighter. "What?"
"I just feel the same way. My life is finally about love."
"Aw, honey, that's so sweet…and overly sentimental so we should stop saying stuff like that." She said, giggling as he leaned down and nuzzled her neck. He rolled over on top of her and kissed her lips. She smiled into his mouth as he deepened the kiss and massaged her tongue with his. He pulled back and looked into her eyes.
"Will you move in with me?" he asked. Her eyes widened and she smiled.
"Do you really want me to live with you? I'm not exactly easy to live with. And what are we going to do with all of my stuff?"
"I don't know. I figure that your clothes and shoes go in Grace's old room, along with any boxes of personal items and stuff like that. And I was also thinking that we could replace some of my furniture with yours. What do think?"
"Honey, how long have you been thinking about this?"
"Ever since Grace decided to go back to Leo." He admitted. She smiled and kissed his lips again.
"Well I would love to move in with you."
"I'm so glad to hear you say that." He said, kissing her again, running his hand down her body. She wrapped her arms around his neck to pull him closer. Without warning the door burst open. They both screamed and made sure that they were covered.
"Do you two ever keep your clothes on?" Jack asked and he walked further into the room.
"Poodle, what the hell are you doing here?" Karen asked as Will rolled off of her. Jack walked over to her side of the bed and she scooted over so he could lie down.
"I just broke up with Todd and I'm feeling blue. I needed to talk to my Karebear." He said, resting his head on her shoulder.
"Do you really think this is the right time? I'm kind of naked."
"We've showered together, Kare." He said. She shrugged so he continued to tell the story of how Todd cheated on him with a trainer at their gym. She listened intently and rubbed his head, her maternal side shining through once again. Will smiled at the sight. While Karen was consoling Jack the door burst open once again. The three friends screamed, but settled down when they realized that it was just Grace, in her pajamas.
"Do you two ever keep your clothes on?" she asked.
"What do you want, Grace?" Will asked. She walked over to his side of the bed and pushed him closer to Karen so she could lie down as well.
"Leo got paged and I'm pregnant and alone. I figured I'd come and see my two favorite lovers." She said, cuddling up to Will's side. After a moment Will and Grace both jumped. "Oh my gosh." She said.
"What's wrong?" Karen asked, alarmed.
"Was that the baby?" Will excitedly asked.
"Yeah I think it was."
"Aw, let me feel." Karen said as she sat up, holding the sheet to her chest, and placed her hand on Grace's growing belly. After another moment the baby kicked again. "Oh, honey. This is amazing." Jack reached over as well and soon they all had a hand on Grace's stomach.
"Karebear, when are you going to have a baby? You and Grace could raise them together." Jack said after they all lay back down. Her eyes darted over to him and she gave off a shocked expression.
"Since when is my uterus any of your business, honey?" she asked, eliciting a laugh from the others.
"But have you thought about it?" he asked, pressing the subject. Karen looked over to Will and he shrugged. She turned her gaze back to Jack.
"I'm not fit to be a mother. Motherhood is for people like Grace." She smiled and grabbed Grace's hand that was resting on Will's stomach.
They dropped the subject, knowing that it had never been discussed. The four friends fell asleep before Grace or Jack could remember to get up. The night passed by, all of them getting a peaceful sleep.
Grace was the first to awaken the next morning. It took her a moment to realize where she was. She looked over Will's sleeping body to find him face-to-face with Karen. She smiled when she saw Jack had his head on top of Karen's and was watching them sleep as well.
"Did we really miss how perfect they are for each other?" She whispered, hoping not to wake them. Jack smiled.
"I think so. I like seeing them happy."
"Maybe we should leave and let them wake up alone."
"You're right. Naked and alone." He joked as they both stood from the bed. They retrieved all of their belongings from the night before and closed the door behind them on their way to the kitchen.
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"Karen, what the hell is in this box?" Will asked as he almost dropped a heavy box of her belongings. They had been moving her things over all morning and were exhausted.
"I don't know. It looks like some of my books." She replied, hanging up the last of her clothes. She walked over to him and opened the box that was lying at his feet. She pulled a few stacks of books out and stacked them on a bookshelf that she had driver bring over earlier. Will noticed a small composition note book fall out from in between two books. It was thick, but it seemed that almost every page was full.
"What's this?" he asked, picking the note book up off of the floor. She turned and walked over to him quickly, grabbing it out of his hands.
"It's, uh…" she began only to be cut off by Will.
"Stop making up a lie and tell me." He said. She realized that he knew her almost as well as she knew herself, maybe better. She shrugged and decided that he could be trusted.
"It's nothing really, honey. I just kept a journal when I was a teenager, before and after I left home. I didn't even know I still had it." She said, hiding it behind a book. He committed the name of the book to memory, hoping to take a peek at the journal again. "So what are we doing for dinner tonight?" she asked, brightly turning back to him.
"I don't know. Do you want to go out?"
"We can order a pizza." She smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"You want pizza?"
"Yeah, honey. We can watch movies or light a fire." She suggested. He laughed at her down-to-earth side and kissed her on the lips. He then leaned down to whisper in her ear.
"I love you."
They ordered a medium pizza and watched a romantic comedy that evening. They also watched a stand up comedian on television before they went to bed, laughing and retelling the jokes that they had heard. It was when they were lying in bed that Will asked a burning question.
"Have you ever thought about having a baby?" he asked. She turned her head to face him quickly, accidentally causing them to bump heads. "Ouch!"
"I'm sorry, honey." She apologized. She kissed the place where his head had collided with hers and looked into his eyes.
"So have you?" he asked, never letting up.
"No. I don't want children." She said, cuddling her face into his pajama shirt.
"Why not?" He asked. "I thought you liked kids. You work with them for god sakes."
"Honey, I work with kids who are practically adults. And I only see them twice a week."
"Maybe, but what about Claire?" he continued. "She is still very much a child and you've been helping her. Why don't you want to have one of your own?"
"I'm scared." She whispered, barely audible.
"Scared of what? You can tell me."
"I don't know, honey." She sighed. "After my mother got pregnant with my sister my parents' problems got a lot worse. They always fought, but it got almost violent when Gin was a baby."
"What does that have to do with you? We aren't your parents."
"I know, but I don't want to end up like them."
"Sweetie, what aren't you telling me?" he whispered after a moment.
"She killed him." It took him a moment to understand what she was talking about, but his eyes widened when it all became clear.
"How do you know?"
"I watched her." She admitted. He pulled her closer, silently urging her to continue. "I was about seven and Gin was four. Mom and Daddy were fighting about us, as usual, and she hit him. It was like I was watching a television show. I wanted to scream, 'hit her back,' but I just kept watching."
"How did she do it?" he asked. He wanted her to know that it was safe to let out her pain. She had obviously been carrying her feelings of guilt around for many years.
"Well, first he told her that she needed to take responsibility for their children. She said that it was his fault that she had us and she never wanted to be a mother. She actually said that she wished we were all dead, Will." She said, leaning up to look him in the eyes. He wiped a stray tear that fell from her eye and she continued. "I watched her walk into the kitchen and start making dinner. Daddy was always allergic to pineapple juice, it made his throat swell to the point that he couldn't breathe. She mixed it in with his soup and handed it to him. He started eating it before I understood what was going on."
"Is that how he…?"
"Yeah, honey. He died right on our living room couch." She said, finally allowing her tears to fall. She didn't sob, though. She composed herself, already having many years to mourn the loss of her father. "When I confronted my mother she said that it was my fault. She said that if I would have just been a decent child then she wouldn't have had to do it. I was seven years old."
"Oh, Karen, you know it's not your fault."
"I know, honey. But if I were to have a child, I don't know if I would be like her. What if I hate my own baby, Will? I don't want to put my own flesh and blood through what I went through. What if I'm her?"
"You will never be her." He said firmly. He pulled her on top of him and held her around the waist. "You are a caring, sweet, wonderful woman, no matter what anyone else says. I know you and I know that you would be a sensational mother. Maybe not practical, but great at your job." She smiled a thank you before kissing his lips.
"Thank you, honey. I'll think about it, for you."
"And for yourself." He added.
"Okay. I love you." She said, kissing his lips once more and rolling over next to him.
"I love you too, sweetie." He replied, allowing her to fall asleep in his arms. He lay still for a moment, knowing that there was still something that she wasn't telling him.
