Maggie's Story

©Brogan 2008

Chapter 27 Part II

When House got home, he found Maggie lying on the couch, a magazine on top of her and her head bent back, mouth slightly open, eyes closed. From her breathing, he knew she was deep asleep. He was tired of taking care of the human siren. He kicked the side of the couch, jarring Maggie awake.

"Huh?" she said sitting up abruptly.

"Your turn to keep his crying down to 60 decibels. I'm going downstairs to wait for my dinner to be served to me."

As if on cue, Bear started crying, Maggie's milk let down and she unlatched the nursing bra to let him suckle. She looked at him and noticed he had three different shades of lipstick on him. She tickled his nose, "You're awfully popular." Maggie walked downstairs with Bear and sat on the sofa with House, who had his head back, eyes closed. He opened one eye and looked down at his son's mouth on Maggie's breast.

"Did you come to torture me?"

"No, just to say that if he goes down in a few hours, you might get to enjoy your marital rights. I've got a crockpot full of stew."

"I can smell it, is it down here?"

She nodded to the basement kitchen, "On the counter in there. You can serve yourself, I'm not really hungry; I kept eating when I was cooking it."

House got up and went over to the crockpot. Maggie made a good Irish stew, with lots of beef and carrots. There was soda bread to go with it. It was a one pot meal, but one of House's favorite. He looked out to the couch, "Are you sure you don't want any?"

"I'm sure. Did he go through all the bottles?"

"Yep. He's been handed around to a lot of people today. He might be tuckered out."

"That's exactly what I'm counting on. His eyes are already closing. I'm having to wake him to feed him. When was the last diaper change? Oh, forget that, he just dumped a load. Damn him."

House came back to the couch, sitting his beer and stew on the coffee table, "Better you than me. I had a really nasty diaper just before lunch. Not very appetizing. But I could appreciate the volume, very impressive. If they ever say he's full of shit, I can vouch for it."

Maggie smiled and took Bear upstairs to change. Fifteen minutes later she was on the couch again with Bear finishing up on the other breast. House looked down, reached over and grabbed her free breast.

"You could wait. He's almost out. In fact, I think we can put him to bed now."

House took a fist and pulled his elbow into his side as a sign of triumph. They walked up the stairs, House pinching her butt all the way up. She kept swatting at his hand. Putting Bear in his bassinette, she turned with a grin, running across to the master bedroom. House tackled her and threw her on the bed.

She started giggling, "It's only been two months."

"Two months of watching another man lick and suck those large, gorgeous breasts."

"Another man? That's your newborn son." She started laughing.

"Yeah and he's horning in on my territory. Come here, give me sloppy seconds." He reached under pulled up her top, "Oh, sweet Jesus, come to papa. Love what you've done to them…tough little nips, aren't they?"

"Your son's got a mean vacuum when it comes to dinner…kind of like you and a beer."

His mouth found the tip of her nipple. She could feel the tickle over her aereola sending a wave of hot, sensual feelings to her clit. He latched on, sucking hard. He slipped his hand down her sweat pants. As soon as he found her clit he began rubbing. Maggie moaned.

House pulled his head back, "There's still milk in them thar boobs…I just got a whole mouthful." He looked up as if he was thinking, "It tastes kind of sweet."

"I don't stop producing milk just because he's turned off the tap."

"I feel guilty…I don't want to take food out of his mouth."

"I can give you something else to suck on."

House smiled, "I'm getting there, just keep your pants on…wait, no, take your pants off." He sighed, "I have a feeling that this isn't going to last very long."

Maggie started laughing, "Oh, honey, there will be other opportunities."

House frowned, "Yeah, but by then, you'll be having conjugal visits in the nursing home."

"Ah, baby…come here." Maggie grabbed his neck and pulled him in to kiss him. She ran her tongue along his lips and then his teeth. "Fuck me Greg. Hard."

House took in a deep breath, "You can't say things like that and expect me to last. You're not playing fair."

"Oh, then this is really going to be playing dirty." She undid his jeans, standing up to pull them off. His erection peeked through the slit in his boxers. "Let's take the boxers off too." She pulled them off and then placed her mouth over the head of his erection, licking the cleft up to the tip and back.

"Ohhhhh. That's not fair. I had head on my birthday. I want to get back to your last wish."

"Oh, to fuck me hard?"

"Yeah, we'll start with that one."

She pushed him down onto the bed, slid her sweat pants and panties off, mounting him.

House winced, it felt so deliciously good. "Mags, we should be using a rubber, breast feeding doesn't guarantee anything."

"But honey, if we're going to have another baby, we need to do it while I'm still fertile and young enough to run after them."

House winced again, "Maggie, it's too much on your body. We need to give you some down time."

Maggie looked at him, her head cocked, "You don't want me to get pregnant…ever…"

House could feel his erection losing steam, "Let's get back to business and we can talk babies later."

Maggie shook her head and rolled off, onto her back, "You don't want more children, do you?"

House exhaled, "Oh…damn. I knew this was too good to be true. Maggie, please, let's have sex…we can even have it without a rubber, okay?"

Maggie thought about it, "Sex without a rubber? It's a deal."

House wasn't taking any chances. He rolled over onto Maggie and pinned her down, pushing her legs apart, he slammed up into her. Maggie was shocked by the force of his entry. He wasn't wasting any time. He lifted up on his arms, his t-shirt still on, and watched her breasts bounce as he started sweating with each thrust.

House felt the pressure from his balls up his dick, the friction was too much. It was like lava spewing up and out. He still had her arms pinned above her head, the other holding him up. He let out four short breaths and then shook his head, "Damn it. I knew this would happen."

Maggie smiled, "Don't worry, Bear's dead to the world. I think you're going to have a chance to do that voodoo you do-do so well. Now, I've gotten you off twice, you owe me."

"Okay, then let me pay you back."

He got up and went to the bathroom, grabbing some baby oil. Pulling Maggie to the edge of the bed, he let her legs hanging over at the knees. House stood between her legs looking down at her bare breasts, nipples red and firm. He squirted baby oil on both thighs. Taking both index fingers, he drew circles in the oil and then up to her pubic hair. He flattened his hands and rubbed his hands through the hair then up her abdomen. He kneeled between her legs on the floor and took his lips up her thighs to the lips of her vagina. Spreading her folds, he started sucking her clit. Maggie put her hands on the back of his head, pushing him slightly into her clitoris for added pressure. House pulled up and looked at her, stopping the wonderful sensations going through her body.

"You can't do that."

He grinned, "I think I just did." House lay down next to Maggie and played with her breasts, rubbing them with oil, fondling them. Maggie rubbed House too, touching his chest, his hips, his thighs. She rubbed his penis, fondled his balls. They did nothing but fondle each other for half an hour. Maggie was relaxed and feeling calm.

"Greg, I could go to sleep if you keep doing this."

"You mean, I could play with your body and you'd just sleep through it?"

"I'm a very tired mommy."

"With a little pooch."

Maggie was hurt but his reference to her baby fat. She was still ten pounds over her normal weight. House saw her pouting and chuckled, "Mags, I love it. Stop pouting. You look Rubenesque. Round like a woman should. House rolled over to Maggie's night stand and opened the bottom door. Fumbling around the far back, House found what he was looking for, Maggie's small vibrator.

"Oh My God! How did you know about that?"

"Oh baby, I enjoyed watching you get off when you were young. I knew you'd have something somewhere. Why, have you been using it?"

"None of your business."

House started the vibrator and put it between Maggie's leg, opening her lips with his fingers and placing it on her clit. He watched her as she responded to the vibrator humming between her legs. She looked up and her eyes met his. Maggie's breath was ragged, she pulled House down to her breast. He took it in his mouth and began to suck, stopping when he could taste the milk. He pulled up, saw her body flushing and knew she was close.

"Maggie, I'm going to fuck you. " He stood up between her legs, continued to apply pressure with the vibrator and then pulled her butt to the edge of the bed. Bending down a little, House pulled her legs up over his shoulder and guided himself to the entrance. He rubbed her clit with the head of his throbbing erection. He alternated between rubbing her with his penis and the vibrator. When Maggie started taking in short breaths and her thighs went rigid, House stabbed into her and started thrusting. Maggie grabbed the vibrator and began playing with is against her clit.

"Oh damn…Greg, harder, oh God. Yes, harder."

House slammed into her as hard as he could, their skin slapping together as he did. Maggie started shaking from the orgasm, her muscles clamping down on House as he penetrated forcefully. He felt the climax coming and bent slightly as his whole body reacted to the orgasm surging through both of them. They were both moaning and screaming from the pleasure that ripped through their bodies. When it was done, House backed up, pulling out of Maggie, the sweat dripping off of him.

"Oh Christ, Bear is crying. We must have woken him up." Maggie jumped up and ran to the bassinette where she found Bear screaming his head off. Neither Maggie nor House had heard him start to cry. Maggie started laughing as Bear calmed down in her arms. "Sorry sweetie, but we were preoccupied with our own carnal pleasures!"

House, who had climbed up on the bed, patted for Maggie to bring him over. He rubbed his nose and closed one eye, "Do you think we've scared him with all our screaming, now he's scarred for life?"

"Let's wait to see how he turns out. If he turns out to be a tormented soul, we can claim it was our loud lovemaking."

"Or, if he has a lot of women, we can claim it was our loud lovemaking."

Maggie put the crying baby down next to House who proceeded to put his hand flat on Bear's chest and rub it softly. Bear, dressed in a little t-shirt and diaper began to quiet almost immediately. The smile on House's face said everything; he was in love with his baby boy.

House looked up, "Can we keep him? Or do we have to give him back when his lease is up?"

"Depends on how many people are waiting for a redheaded, blue-eyed baby boy with a quick smile and even quicker temper."

House leaned down and kissed Bear's tummy, "He doesn't have a quick temper, he's just has colic. It will go away when he's 16…have patience."

She yawned and climbed in bed with them, looking at House nurturing his son. Bear loved it when House rubbed his chest. "That rubbing thing doesn't seem to work as well for me. If I want Bear to be soothed, either I stick a breast in his mouth or rock him to music."

House wiggled his eyebrows, "See, despite the red hair, he does take after me."

"Ah, except put a breast in your mouth and you get excited, not calmer."

The phone rang, Maggie, still smiling, rolled over and picked up the phone.

"Hi Theresa!"

House watched Maggie's face change from easy-going to dark, somber, worried. She bolted upright, "Crap… Yeah… Yeah… Right… Don't do anything, I'll be there. Sure… So, two maybe three hours? Okay. Bye."

"Mags, what?"

She jumped up, running into her closet. Scrounging around, she pulled a box out and opened it at the end of the bed. Pulling out the pieces of her handgun, House sat up.

"Jesus Christ Maggie! What the hell is going on?"

She looked up, no longer afraid, running on autopilot. "Jack's been shot, he's in intensive care. Probably the Italians…no, not probably. It was the Italians. He's in surgery, should be out in two to three hours." Maggie looked up, "Honey, get Bear ready to go; I've got to clean my gun."

"Get Bear ready to go, where? It's ten pm!"

But Maggie had run out to the kitchen with her gun. House grabbed Bear and hobbled out.

"Will you hold on! What are you doing?"

She looked up at him as if he were stupid, "I'm cleaning my gun!"

"For what?"

She shook her head, "You don't get it do you? Who the hell do you think takes over the business when my brother is incapacitated? A board of directors?"

House shrugged his shoulders, "Theresa?"

Maggie started laughing, "Right, Betty Crocker running the business."

House shook his head, "Well, it's not you!"

Maggie stopped and with a coldness he had never seen before, "Greg, in less than fifteen minutes, two pretty burly Irish guys are going to knock at that door. They're going to scoop us all up and take us to Jack's house. So get ready, damn it!"

"Do you hear yourself? This sounds like a bad Al Pacino movie. I'm not getting our son ready to go to the mattresses!"

She put the gun together and cocked it, then set the safety latch, "They thought they had killed my brother. What they didn't know was that his "associate" had fallen on his body, taking most of the bullets. They know someone has to take over. They know it will be me. In the old days, you didn't take out the family of the people who did business, but I don't really know the rules anymore. "

"So you whip out your gun and sit by the door ready to take down whoever crosses our threshold?"

Maggie had enough. She stood and screamed, her voice loud, but calm, "Look at this house! Look at this place…we don't even have a security system. You think I can protect us here? For God's sake Greg, my brother's house is a fortress being patrolled by half a dozen guys with automatic weapons! The only way I can protect you and Bear is to move you to his house!"

It dawned on House what she was saying. He calmly looked at her, "You're telling me that you, me and our son could be on some hit list?"

"I'm telling you I don't know, but I wouldn't want to take the risk, would you?"

House stood still, "I'm not leaving."

She clenched her teeth, "Greg, you can't stay here." But she could see it was useless, he wasn't going to budge, "Well, have it your way. But, I'm taking Bear with me. I hope you don't mind if I make sure our son lives through this."

House wanted to say no, just to piss her off, but he loved his son too much, "Fine, Don Corleone. Is this where I kiss your ring?"

"No, but you can kiss my ass!" Maggie walked past him and into the bedroom to get packed and ready. The doorbell rang and House went in his boxers to answer it. He looked through the peep hole and snickered. Opening the door, he found the twins of one of the twins, the bouncers for Cavanaugh's.

The one closest to the door nodded, "Hi, we're here to pick you up?"

House stared at the two guys packing automatic weapons, "You two look just like your father."

They both nodded and said in unison, "We get that a lot."

"Come in, she's packing."

One came in, the other stood by the front door, watching, vigilant for any signs of trouble. The twin in the house started looking around.

"Have you guys heard anything, any noises?"

House shook his head. Maggie came out to the living room holding the baby.

"Colin, get the stroller, have Mac get in here and grab the bassinette and playpen." She looked around for things to take, then turned to her husband, her face tense. "Greg, come with us."

He laughed, "Or sleep with the fishes?"

"Not funny." She walked over and handed him her hand gun. "Take this. Do you know how to use it?"

"I'm the son of a Marine Corps Officer, I can shoot a gun."

She reached up and kissed him, "I love you more than you'll ever know. Please promise you'll go and stay with Jim. Just until I can evaluate the situation?" She waited, "Please? Honey?"

He grimaced and rolled his eyes, "Ah, hell. Yeah, I'll go bunk with Wilson."

Maggie smiled and hugged him, kissed him again and grabbed the baby carrier. She held Bear up for House to say goodbye. He kissed his son and made a quacking sound. Maggie took Bear and they walked out. The house was quiet for once. House thought about the day, how strange it had been. He sat down on the sofa and poured himself a drink, laying the gun on the coffee table. From sex to guns. What a day! He had no intention of bunking with Wilson, not until Wilson called.

"House? I just got a phone call from a pretty whacked out Maggie begging me to pick you up and make you come and stay with me. Life or death is what she said. Are you okay?"

"Her brother's been in some gangland hit and she's afraid their coming for me."

Wilson had a hard time understanding, "For you specifically?"

"No, mostly for Maggie, we're just collateral damage."

"Okay, pack up, you're coming with me."

"Like hell!"

Wilson sighed, "Maggie said that if you didn't go on your own volition, four Irish guys were going to show up and escort you to Jack's house."

There was silence, "Damn it, I get the bed."

"I'll be over soon."

The dark sedan bearing Maggie and Bear in the back seat traveled at a fast pace down the road to Philadelphia. The Twins said nothing, Bear was asleep. The quiet gave Maggie time to think about the events, what needed to be done. She finally broke the silence.

"Colin, what started this?"

"Your cousin, Dennis O'Rourke, was in love with this Wop, turns out to be Donatto's niece. Dennis caught her at a bar with some Italian guy, they had words, Dennis shot the guy. Turns out he was the son of one of Donatto's Lieutenants."

Maggie looked outside and then back towards the front seat, "So what does this have to do with Jack?"

"Jack protected Dennis, refused to hand him over to Donatto. So things escalated, trucks got hijacked from both sides, people started dying. Jack got hit."

Maggie broke out into a sweat. It was worse than she thought. She thought about little Dennis. He wasn't her first cousin, but the son of her cousin, Bernie. Maggie realized that Jack had made a huge miscalculation, based on his love for his cousin. He shouldn't have protected Dennis. It didn't mean that he had to give him up to the Mob, he just shouldn't have protected him. Dennis shot an unarmed man and, under the code, he should have experienced the consequences of his actions. By protecting Dennis, the blame transferred to Jack.

Maggie looked up and saw the rock and iron gate to Jack's mansion. It sat on four acres of lawn, garden, and beautiful woods with running creeks. The three story house was massive with over 7,500 square feet. The guest house had two bedrooms. The garage could house 5 vehicles. There was a corral for horses and several outbuildings. The place was gorgeous, but a little too much for Maggie. Men were stationed near the gate as if they were having a picnic. They drove through and everyone solemnly nodded at Maggie. She nodded back. Theresa came running out to the car, her eyes swollen and red, hair a little out of place for her.

Maggie handed Bear, who was still asleep in his carrier, to her, "I thought you'd be at the hospital?"

"I'm going back in a few minutes. I had to come home and get cleaned up." They embraced.

Maggie stroked Theresa's hair as she took the carrier from her, "I'm so sorry sweetie, what have the doctors said?"

"He lost a lot of blood and his spleen, it hit his liver too. They removed a portion of his liver…" Theresa broke down.

"Oh honey, livers re-grow. Let's just get through this. I'm here now, I'll take over, you just go spend time with Jack and tell him I'll be down to see him in a few hours. Usual room?"

"Yeah you and Bear will be up there. Oh Maggie, Bear is so beautiful. His eyes are blue-blue, like Greg's and that hair…it's turning auburn, isn't it?"

"I hadn't thought about it…yeah it is getting darker." Maggie wanted to get inside, the air was stifling hot and muggy.

Theresa turned to the twins, "Well, Colin, can you drop me off at the hospital?"

Colin looked to Maggie. She nodded and then turned back to Theresa, "Bye Theresa, I'll see you later."