Second Chances
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AN: Thank you for being with me to the end. Madison and Embry's story arch will continue in the sequel of this story, except that it won't be from their point of view. It will be on the point of view of someone else. It's a short story, but it will clear some aspects of this story. I know that you'll like it and I swear that the ending came as a surprise to me. I blame Addivani Vega for tempting me to do it. Anyways, enjoy the last chapters of this story.
Again
Embry's POV
I woke up early that morning. All the nightmares that I had been having the previous week were slowly making me nervous and anxious for Madison's wellbeing and safety. I dreamed that she was lying on the green grass, her skin was badly bruised from the struggle she'd with some invisible force. She clutched at her neck and stare at me sadly, as if she was begging me not to look at her. I couldn't take the physical and emotional pain that the dream put me on. I loved my wife too much to even imagine her in such physical pain. Shit, after seeing her in so much pain during the birth of our son Braxton, our little Zeus, I decided to use protection whenever we were having sex. One child was enough for now, at least for now. I didn't want her to suffer again.
I preferred to see my wife smiling and enjoying life. I sat on the bed and watched her sleeping form. Her face was decorated with a pleasant and peaceful smile displayed on her lips. She looked content and seeing her safe, made my anxiety disappear. It was so strange the pull of my imprint. It got to the point where I could physically feel if she was in pain, sad or happy.
"I love you," I whispered, as I gave her a kiss on the forehead and got up from our bed. I took one last look at her before I exited the room and walked down the hallway to the nursery room. I could hear my son's heartbeats. He was awake, waiting for our 'early morning quality time'.
It was the time that I had set aside to spend with my son. I was too busy at work and I barely spent time with him in the afternoons. I opened the door and found Zeus standing in his crib as he stared at the door, waiting for me to enter. He was smiling at me and articulating words that I didn't fully comprehend, but I could tell that he was glad to see me. When I turned on the hallway light, he started to clap happily at me. He opened his little arms for me to carry him and I just couldn't deny my son that simple wish. He had me wrapped around his finger… just like his mother.
"Hi," I said, as I carried my son in my arm and brought him closer to me. He leaned his head against my shoulder and sighed. "You are happy to see daddy?"
Braxy snuggled closer to me and gave me the funniest face. I had to laugh. Braxton didn't look like Madison, but he sure as hell had her mannerism and traits. He was a great kid and he slept through most of the night if he wasn't sick. He didn't bother us or cried, unless he wasn't feeling good. Braxy made our lives easier and he was a blessing to us. He adored Madison and when she was present, there was no room for daddy. I didn't mind. I was glad that they were happy together. We were a tight family unit and it filled my heart with love and pride to know that Braxton was happy. When Madison was around him, he would be all over her, his eyes follow her around, and he would not stay calmed unless he was in her arms. So morning times were all about father and son: It was Embry and Braxton Call's time.
Braxy cooed and played with my hair and laughed happily as I carried him downstairs to prepare his bottle. I sat him on his high chair and I felt his little green eyes follow me around the kitchen. He was a very observant boy. When I was done, I walked up to his chair and watched as he raised his arms for me to carry him off the chair.
"You want up, Braxy?" I asked, staring down at my son. It was like staring at a miniature version of me. Braxton nodded and smiled, showing me his four little teeth.
"Upp!" he said, lifting his arms higher. I laughed and carried him. He stared at me and then at his bottle and smiled. It was the cutest smile. He closed his eyes and flashed me the widest toothy smile. "Bobble! Bobble!"
"Oh, you want your bottle?" I asked, pointing at the bottle with my head. Braxton nodded and I giggled. "Say bottle, Braxy." I said, staring at my angel. He shook his head and frowned. "Fine, here." I said giddily, as I handed him the bottle.
We walked into the living room and sat down. Braxton was a hungry little boy. He chugged down the bottle in less than five minutes. He played with my hand and stared at it quizzically, as if he was comparing the size of my enormous hands with his tiny perfect hand. When he was done with his milk, he threw the bottle next to us in the sofa and looked up at me, smiling. It was amazing how a little miracle like my son could change my world. I loved him even more, because he was a present from his mother to me. I knew that at the beginning she didn't want to embark in a journey like this.
Madison had been scared to be a young mother, but she had proved to herself, to me, our parents and friends, that she could do it. By far, she had exceeded everyone's expectations. She was now a senior in high school and in less than a few months, she would be graduating with honors. I was proud of her and our son. They were extremely headstrong to let anyone step on their dreams and ambitions. I played with my son for a little bit and stopped when he started to look a little tired.
I watched as Braxton accommodated himself in my arms to a comfortable position and he stared up at me, with his light green eyes. He raised a little hand at me and I took it in mines. He smelled so sweet and innocent. His scent was mixed with Madison's and it brought a feeling of calmness and peace in to my heart.
He yawned and gave me his famous dimpled smile. It took me a long time to fully accept the fact that this little guy was my son. He looked so delicate and so small when he was much younger. I was afraid that if I touched him, I would end up hurting him. But I had overcome all those anxiety attacks, when Madison got sick and I was in charge of baby duties. It took me a few days to get things right and I accepted that I had to care for the little defenseless baby. He was an extension of Madison and me. He needed me to keep him safe, protected and happy. He was under the 'imprinting protection clause'; I came to terms that he was mine and when the realization finally sunk in, my life finally became meaningful.
Braxton closed his eyes and whispered something unintelligible and snuggled closer to me, seeking refuge in the heat of my arms. I felt my heart swell with pride and love for my son. He was such an important part of my life. I swear that I never imagined that I could love someone as much as I love my wife and son. They were my life and I gravitated around them. It was my job to surround them with happiness, joy and security.
I dozed off after watching as Braxy peacefully fell asleep. Time slipped from my hands when I was with my little boy. It was magical and I would never trade it for anything in the world. I was glad that it was a Saturday morning and that I didn't have to go to work. It would pain me to leave my wife and son to go to work. I woke up when I heard Madison's footsteps approach us and when she took little Zeus off my hands and carried him upstairs to his crib. She came back down and threw a thin blanket over me and opened the living room windows to let the cold morning air keep me cool. She then walked to the kitchen and prepared breakfast for us. I could hear her preparing food and I could smell the delicious aroma of strawberries, eggs, bacon and pancakes.
"Baby," Madison whispered. I was already up, thinking about how my life had drastically changed for the better in the span of a year. When I opened my eyes, I saw her beautiful face smiling at me. "I made you pancakes with strawberry syrup and bacon and scrambled eggs. I have to go and get the orange juice." she said, as she set the large food tray on the coffee table.
"No, don't leave me!" I whined, giving her a weak smile.
"I'll be back." she said softly. "I am just going to bring you some orange juice, baby."
"No, stay." I begged. When she was about to leave, I grabbed her by the wrist and spun her around. She smile sweetly at me and that was my undoing. I threw the blanket away from me and pulled Madison next to me. I wanted her and I would not be satiated, until I was inside her. She sat on my lap, straddling me as she faced me. Her lips parted in to a sensual smile and before I could inhale a deep breath, my lips came crashing on hers. My hands ran wild all over her body, my kisses intensifying as I tasted the sweet wine of her mouth with my tongue. Everything was happening fast and I couldn't stop myself. Her scent and essence was intoxicating and it was slowly inebriating my senses.
I ripped her panties off her and casted them aside. She ran her hands over my chest and down to my abdominal. Madison pulled away and gave me another tempting smile, before she glided her hand down the waistband of my sweatpants. She draped her warm hand around my cock, gently rubbing it up and down, until my erection was standing in perfect attention. She lifted her hips and released my dick out of its prison. She positioned herself on top of my cock and slowly slipped down, until her sleek walls were surrounding me; tempting me to drive harder inside her.
Our hips moved in circular and synchronizing movements, our hands touching every available spot and our lips molded together in a desire-filled kiss. I ran my tongue down her neck and gently suckled on her delicious skin. Madison tasted like glory combine with ecstasies. I pushed deeper inside of her, until her moist walls tightened around me. I nipped on the sensitive skin of her collarbone, leaving small love marks; it was my way of branding her as mine. I was letting my animalistic side take over. I knew she was mine the minute my name came out of her lips two years ago. It was like a prayer or a silent plea, begging me to never leave her side. I needed her badly. I winced when her nails dug into the flesh of my back. I could smell my own blood mixed with her pleasing aroma. She smelled sweet and delicious, just like a field of wild flowers in the middle of a July sky. I drove deeper inside her and she bucked, wrapping her legs around my waist…
"Oh, fucks," I moaned, when the realization hit me. Madison smelled so tantalizing to me, because she was fucking ovulating. "Damn it, we gotta stop! Baby, ugh, fucks, baby, stop!" I moaned against her lips. Madison didn't pay attention; she kept on rocking her hips back and forth. "Madison, baby girl, please, ugh, fucks; we gotta stop before… fucks!"
It was too fucking too late. I came inside her and I just waited for her scent to change. If it became sweeter than before, she was pregnant again. I knew that she would never forgive me. Money was tight as it was, imagine another baby to feed. We still had Braxton's baby clothes and toys. If it was a baby boy then we would be able to use Braxy old clothes, but if it was a girl… we were screwed. Damn! I would still love my children, but damn!
"Oh, baby that was great!" she moaned, as she rested her head on my shoulder. I inhaled her sweet lavender and chamomile scent and sighed. We remained in the same position for a few more minutes. I caressed her naked backside and kissed her forehead. "I love you, Embry." she whispered, against the crook of my neck. Yeah, she loved me now. But I bet that she was going to hate me once she knew. It was too late. Madison Love Call was pregnant again, with my child. Wahoo! The Call clan was growing - sarcastic tone used here-
