(This is a hot one!)
Emma swirled her tongue around the sensitive bundle of nerves in that particular way she knew drove Regina wild. And thus also tonight. It did not take long before Emma felt Regina's fingers slip through her hair. Fingernails were scratching against her scalp and Regina's soft cries of ecstasy filled the quiet compartment.
Suddenly feeling inspired, Emma grasped onto her wife's strong thigh and hoisted it over her shoulder without ever removing her mouth from Regina's clit. There was a bit of shuffling as Regina adjusted in the position, and soon her other leg followed suit and found home on Emma's shoulder.
Emma went to work more eagerly than before. It was no secret that she loved feeling the weight of Regina's legs on her shoulders. And she loved the way this position just... made certain things so much more accessible.
"Emma... Darling," Regina breathed, and Emma stretched one arm up. A hand left her hair, and then Regina's fingers interlaced with her own. Guided Emma's searching hand to her breast. Emma immediately began kneading Regina's breast as much as she could without being able to see anything. Judging by the sounds Regina was making, she was doing a very good job. Emma felt a little cocky and would have smiled if her mouth hadn't been otherwise engaged. Regina was speaking Spanish. She did not do that very often despite being fluent in the language. It was only when Emma manage to rile her up well and good that Regina's language became a bit more flowy and unfamiliar words and sentences rolled off her tongue in the most delightful way. There was one word in particular she said a lot and that Emma enjoyed listening to. 'Joder'. Emma still couldn't get the pronunciation just right, but she did know what it meant. Regina had told her one night when Emma refused to let the subject go. 'Fuck'. That one little delightful word meant 'fuck'. Trust Regina to be so refined that she cussed in Spanish rather than English. Emma felt exceptionally proud. As she did every single time her ministrations coaxed some Spanish words out of Regina.
And it seemed like she was about to coax something else out of Regina too. Emma could feel how Regina's thighs twitched and trembled on her shoulders, and she hoped that her lovely wife would not hold back this time.
"Emma," Regina mumbled again. More breathless this time.
Sensing that her wife's climax was rapidly approaching, Emma gave short, quick licks to Regina's clit, just the way Regina loved it, and she moved her free hand from the mattress and brought it to Regina's entrance. Barely brushing her fingertips against the wet folds, but Regina still jerked forward, and Emma took that as more than a go-ahead sign. She gently slipped two digits inside Regina, meeting no resistance what so ever (and had that been the case, she would have stopped immediately), twisted them slightly until she could thump them against Regina's g-spot.
Regina let out a choked little sound that almost sounded like a sob. She was clearly trying to keep it down a bit, but there was no stopping the breathy moan that worked like music to Emma's ears.
And Emma did not want her to hold back. Not even in the slightest. She did not care that they were on a train. The walls were quite thick. And the wind had picked up some. Emma could feel it. She licked and lapped at Regina's clit once more, alternating between firm, quick laps and long, broad strokes with the flat of her tongue.
Regina let out another soft cry of pleasure, and Emma wondered if Regina was pressing a fist against her mouth. She sometimes did that when she was particularly riled up.
"Joder," Regina moaned again, and Emma deliriously thought to herself that she should request that Regina spoke Spanish in bed more often. It sounded so ridiculously sexy, and Emma had turned into a pile of goo the first time Regina had done it. She had quite literally been putty in Regina's hands. Regina had spoken a lot of Spanish that night. Beautiful, soft words rolling off her tongue like droplets of water.
Regina made another sound. Not Spanish but not English either. Gibberish. Emma would have smirked if she could. Regina had reached the gibberish state. She had gotten to that point. Emma felt fingers in her hair again. Not quite pulling, but definitely more insistent than before. Emma could take a hint. Oh yes, she most certainly could! She thumped her fingers just a little bit faster, switched to using only those quick, firm licks on Regina's clit, and the fingers tightened in her hair. Now most certainly pulling. Emma did not mind at all. Quite the reverse. She very much enjoyed when Regina let herself go and got a little 'rough'.
"Emma! Sweetheart, I need-" Regina's demands turned to gibberish again, extinguished by the quick laps of Emma's tongue and steady pressure on her g-spot from Emma's smart, knowing fingers.
Emma felt the muscles in Regina's thighs twitch and spasm. Much like the muscles inside of her that twitched and then clamped down on two of Emma's fingers. She felt her hair being tugged at yet again, something Regina undoubtedly would apologize for in a moment. And Emma would laugh and tell her that she did not need to apologize.
Regina was already right there, but just to ensure she 'arrived' in the best way possible, Emma sucked her wife's clit inside her mouth.
That did it. With another breathless moan, Regina fell apart in the softest, most beautiful way possible. Emma's fingers and chin were coated in her juices, and Emma's ego threatened to combust right on the spot upon discovering that she just had managed to make Regina come in that particular, wonderful way she came in when she was more than aroused.
Emma waited until Regina's muscles were relaxing once more. Then she gently withdrew her two fingers from within Regina. More wetness followed the movement, and Regina gave a vague little sound and did not even move. Nor did she move when Emma gently eased her legs off of her. Regina had gone quite boneless in the most literal of ways. When Emma let go of her thighs, they simply splayed out to either side on the mattress. Regina's current position made it awfully tempting for Emma to lower her head and initiate another 'round', but she figured that it probably would be best to check up on Regina first. So she wiped her lips and chin and sucked her fingers clean and dry. Regina tasted exquisite as always. Salty with a hint of her usual sweetness. Delicious. Once done, Emma sat back on her heels and looked at her limp wife who had not said anything for a good while. "Baby?"
All she got in return was a breathless: "haaah".
Emma chuckled to herself. Then she lowered her head and kissed Regina's soft, smooth inner thigh.
Regina let out another half moan.
Emma kissed her inner thigh again, slowly worked her way up to Regina's core. That delicious taste prickled on her tongue yet again, and she was just about to part Regina's folds when Regina chuckled hoarsely and squeezed her thighs shut.
Emma grinned too as she popped her head up again and nuzzled her cheek against Regina's knee. "Tired?"
"I need a moment to breathe," Regina admitted. "Can you give me that, my love?"
"The whole night if that's what you need," Emma assured.
"Not that long," Regina said quickly. "Just... a few minutes or so. My toes are still tingling."
Emma grinned smugly. "That good, huh, beautiful?"
"Mmm. Exactly that good," Regina said simply and opened her arms. "Come to me."
Emma of course immediately did so. She snuggled into the warm, loving space that was Regina's arms. Ended up resting her head against Regina's left breast. Then she lifted her hand and brushed a lock of hair away from Regina's slightly sweaty forehead. "We're good at honeymooning," she commented with a grin.
"Yes. We most certainly are," Regina hummed and gave Emma a little squeeze, prompting Emma to do the thing she always did. Tossing a leg over Regina's hip. In return, Regina started drawing and tapping on her thigh like she so often did. "We should do this more often," Emma said eagerly.
Regina snickered. "Do you think we'll even get time to see the sights in Paris?"
"Nahh," Emma said almost gleefully. "We'll be much too busy seeing the hotel bed."
Regina scoffed and gave her a little squeeze. "You're terrible, my love."
"Yeah. Terribly crazy about you."
Regina made a sound that could almost be compared to purring. Then she observed: "You're wet, my darling."
"Mmm, I've noticed," Emma said a bit cheekily.
"I'm looking forward to doing something about that," Regina husked, and Emma quickly forgot all about being cheeky. She was effectively reduced to a stuttering flushing mess whenever Regina used that low, raspy voice. It made her core clench, and she cleared her throat when she felt wetness leak from her core and land on Regina's leg.
"Well, well," Regina husked. "Should I keep talking, Mrs. Swan-Mills?"
"Oooh," Emma cooed and felt tempted to squeeze her legs together. Regina should most certainly keep talking.
"Come," Regina prompted softly and gave Emma little tug. "On top of me."
"You wanna continue?" Emma asked. "Are you sure? We can wait if you're-"
"Mrs. Swan-Mills, if you don't get on top of me this instant so help me god," Regina mock threatened.
"Yes, Ma'am," Emma grinned as she positioned herself on top of Regina. For whatever reason, she chose to sit up instead of laying, but that seemed to be exactly what Regina wanted her to do. It did not take long before she started moving her thigh against Emma's core, and Emma gasped.
Regina swiftly sat up and placed her hands on Emma's hips, encouraging her to move and grind herself on her leg.
And Emma did just that. She moaned and threw her head back, biting her lip and pleasure mixing with affection as Regina brought one hand up to cup her cheek. "My beautiful Emma," she whispered softly.
"Y-yours," Emma confirmed and leaned in. Her forehead rested against Regina's for a moment before Regina moved her head slightly and their lips connected.
Emma responded to the kiss with all her might. Arms winding around Regina's neck and hips never stopping to move as she grinded herself against Regina's thigh. She was so riled up, the pleasure was already mounting within her. It would not be long before she fell apart once again.
When it happened, her mouth and nose were buried in Regina's shoulder. Regina's arms were around her, and Emma had barely caught her breath before she was shifted and placed on her back. Regina nudged her legs apart, and when Emma opened her eyes, her wife was smiling naughtily up at her while pulling her hair back over one shoulder. Then she licked her lips in that particular way she only ever did when..
Emma closed her eyes, moaning already. This honeymoon was fucking glorious...
The first word out of her mouth when waking up the following morning, was 'mmm!' Emma was so, so content. Naked as a jaybird. Warm. Perhaps not as well-rested as she could have been, but she didn't care about that. Couldn't care when Regina currently was pressing small kisses to her naked shoulder.
"Good morning, beautiful," Emma said, slurring slightly.
"Good morning. Wife."
"Wife," Emma repeated, feeling a hot flush of warmth spreading in her body. "God, I love that word. And title. And everything about it."
"My wife," Regina hummed in her ear as she pushed Emma's blonde locks out of the way. "My stunning, stunning wife. My. Wife."
"Oh god!" yeah, now she was definitely moaning a bit. Her toes were curling. "You're going to turn me on, beautiful!"
"Good," Regina said simply and began kissing her way down Emma's naked back. "That was what I was hoping to achieve with this."
"You wanna go again?" Emma asked, grinning as she lifted her head and looked at Regina over her shoulder.
"I want to give you a good morning," Regina said, resuming the soft, warm kisses down Emma's back.
"Suits me fine. As long as you don't insist on breakfast as soon as we're done," Emma half-warned and grinned. "I have a feeling that I'll be eager to return the good morning."
"You think so?" Regina asked with feigned surprise in her voice.
"Oh yeah. I really, really do!"
Regina chuckled into Emma's naked back and then resumed kissing her skin. By the time she reached Emma's lower back, Emma was a moaning, groaning mess who couldn't keep still. So turned on, so quickly. Regina's ability to turn her into pudding was consistent and didn't fail. Regina's lips circled a particular spot on her lower back and then she began the journey up Emma's back. Emma's toes curled again. Her fingers flexed and she steadied herself by putting a hand flatly on the mattress. God, she was already turned on all over again. It seemed impossible after their activities last night, but perhaps not so surprising. Of course she was yearning for her gloriously sexy, stunning and rather morning-mischievous wife.
Regina snickered when she reached the nape of Emma's neck. She planted a kiss there and murmured: "are you awake now, my love?"
"I have been for a while," Emma rumbled.
"And do you feel awake enough for-"
"Fuck, yes!" Emma interrupted and shivered when Regina chuckled softly in her ear. "Turn around then, my darling."
Of course Emma did so immediately. She grinned up at Regina. "Hi."
"Hello, you," Regina softly hummed back at her and pushed a strand of blonde hair away from Emma's face. Then she dipped down and kissed her lips gently.
Emma of course returned the kiss, but she had barely gotten the chance to wrap her arms around Regina's neck before Regina lifted her head once more. She gave Emma a rather mischievous one over.
Emma found Regina to be absolutely delightful, and she smiled a little. The first morning as a married couple was glorious.
Then Regina brushed a hand lightly over her cheek and all the way down to her neck. "Again?" she asked simply, dark eyes sparkling and smile dancing on her lips.
"Hell yes," Emma grinned. She fully understood what Regina was asking her. And she was very much on board.
Instead of wasting time with an answer, Regina dipped down and kissed Emma's neck like she had last night. Her lips were soft, so soft. Sometimes her kisses could send Emma right off to dreamland, but not on this particular morning. This morning, Regina was kissing her neck in a certain manner that had Emma shivering slightly. "That feels really nice," she murmured softly and rolled her head to the left to give Regina better access to her neck.
"It does," Regina said simply. Not a question. Definitely a statement. "For me too."
Oh yes, Emma knew that. Regina loved giving pleasure as much as she loved to receive it. Some nights she insisted on making it all about Emma because she was enjoying herself so much. She rarely got her way, though. Emma wouldn't 'allow' it. She was always the one to insist that things had to be equal between them. And safe to say, Regina never minded that.
Regina's lips trailed lower, to her chest, and Emma made an odd little sound between a hum and a moan. Oh, fuck, this was VERY nice. Maybe she had felt a little worn out last night when they finally stopped, but she was all recovered this morning. And extremely horny. She told Regina this, and Regina laughed warmly against the breast she had been in the middle of kissing before Emma interrupted her. Then she looked up at Emma. "Well, then," she said with the mischief gleaming in her dark eyes. "Perhaps we ought to do something about that." She bowed her head and took Emma's right nipple between her lips and sucked gently until Emma was squirming and her head was floating, and she couldn't think. "Shit," Emma said plainly. That was the best she could do right now, and she earned herself another warm chuckle that made her nipple vibrate in a most interesting way. That too felt really good.
After a moment of the sweetest, most delightful attention, Regina switched to Emma's other breast. Always so throughout. Always making sure that nothing was left neglected.
"Fuck, imagine if we could... start every morning like this," Emma breathlessly dreamed out loud.
This time, Regina did not answer her. She was much too engaged with showering Emma's left breast with attention. She kissed around the nipple, lightly teasing before swirling her tongue over the hardened tip. She flicked Emma's nipple gently and then finally taking it between her lips and sucking. In that slow, sensual way that never failed to make Emma's world spin.
Emma let out a strangled groan. She doubted that she would ever reach a point where she took this lightly. Intimacy with Regina was such a goddamn gift every single time. It was like momentarily entering paradise, and once it was over, you weren't quite the same. Emma would always, always appreciate this. And she would always appreciate how they slowly had gotten to this point. How they had taken their time with it. They had been bare in front of each other before they ever had taken off their clothes. Nakedness did not always mean taking your clothes off and presenting your naked body for your partner. It meant looking into their eyes and say: 'this is me. This is who I am.' That was exactly what Emma and Regina had done. A number of times. They had been naked and vulnerable with one another long before their intimacy had even begun.
And when they had become intimate with one another... God, Emma would never forget that first night where they had lain in each other's arms. The night where Regina had cried happy tears of relief over finally, finally being able to give herself fully to Emma. That night was undoubtedly on a top three over the best night's in Emma's life. The night where she and Regina melted together as one with no hesitation. And absolutely no fear. Regina's smile was another thing Emma vividly remembered from that night. That precious, warm, open smile. So much trust. Nobody had ever trusted Emma as Regina had that night. She had trusted Emma with more than her body that night. She had trusted Emma to take care of her. To replace every bad touch with a good one. And in return, she had made love to Emma in a way that no one ever had before.
That night had not been the first time Emma had thought to herself that she and Regina were soulmates, and it definitely would not be the last time either.
Regina's mouth was no longer on her breast. It was trailing down. Lightly gliding over her ribs and down her stomach. Emma's breath hitched and she made an involuntary little jerking motion. Was this really happening? First thing in the morning? Okay then. If she wasn't the luckiest bastard alive, she didn't know who was. Emma licked her lips and swallowed thickly. God, she was so wet! So fucking ready for this! Who needed sleep? Sleep was for the weak! This was so much better than sleep!
When her lips reached the spot just below Emma's belly button, Regina lifted her head and looked up at Emma. She smiled in that particular, wicked manner she had done last night. And then, exactly like last night, she pulled her hair over one shoulder.
Yep. This was absolutely definitely happening! Emma closed her eyes and braced herself.
But she couldn't. She never could when Regina used her mouth to pleasure her. Her reaction was the same every single time. A sharp, strangled moan and the intense urge to grab onto something. Today it just so happened to be the sheet underneath her. "Fuck, Regina!" she moaned.
Obviously, Regina could not answer that. Her mouth was much too busy between Emma's thighs where she was gliding her tongue through Emma's soaked folds. Her pace was slow, unhurried. She was not in a rush, and Emma fucking loved that. She loved that they could do this slowly and first thing in the morning without worrying about the children for once. She and Regina had by no means lost their steam, god no, but admittedly, it could be a little difficult, finding the time for 'adult activities'. And especially 'adult activities' that took longer than five minutes. But this was their honeymoon. Time was on their side, and they could do as many 'adult activities' as they damn well wanted to. All through the night. And the morning. And possibly in the early afternoon too, if they could handle it.
Emma pulled her bottom lip in between her teeth to stifle a moan. This was a train, after all. She didn't THINK that the walls were that thin, but still, one could never know, right? She could at least keep the sounds on a minimum.
Regina's warm, warm hands were on her thighs. For a while, they had simply been resting there, but now she was pulling Emma's left leg over her shoulder. Then her right. The angle changed some, and Emma found it incredibly difficult to keep her voice down. Regina always knew EXACTLY where and how to touch her. Either with her hands or mouth. Or in this case, tongue. She was currently gliding it over Emma's clit. Slow, steady licks with the flat of her tongue. Just the way Emma liked it. Exactly what could bring her over the edge in the blink of an eye.
Emma combed her fingers through Regina's hair and scratched lightly against her scalp. Her legs were hooked over Regina's shoulders. Her heart thundering in her chest. She could feel the sweat gathering in the column of her throat. She was a mess. A beautiful mess Regina had made. Her pelvis arched up to meet Regina's tongue, and Regina answered the silent plead by gliding her tongue through Emma's wetness again. From clit to entrance and back again. A pattern that had been practiced and polished more times than anyone could count, but still felt completely new and exciting every time she did it. Emma often thought to herself that Regina had to be some sort of witch in bed. She possessed some skills that Emma never would be able to copy.
Emma lifted her head slightly. All she could see was a waterfall of dark hair and the elegant curve of Regina's back. Her strong muscles. Fuck, there was just something about her back muscles. She actually ended up telling Regina that. In her half-delirious state, it seemed like a perfectly ordinary thing to compliment, but later, Emma would groan at how silly she had been.
But right now she was groaning for entirely different reasons. She was starting to feel that delicious pull in her abdomen. That tingling sensation as though she was on a rollercoaster about to go down. Emma WAS on a rollercoaster. But she was about to up, up, up, so high she would barely be able to find her way down again. Another gasp tumbled from her lips as she arched her back and grabbed a fistful of the sheet. Her muscles twitched in expectation again, and she felt how her legs trembled slightly. There was just something about this position that made everything a little bit better. A little bit stronger. She groaned once more when she felt more wetness seep from her.
Regina was there immediately. Her talented tongue lapped up everything Emma had to give her. And that was plenty!
"Regina," Emma murmured. Whether it was to warn her wife of her impending release, or simply pray to her god, she wasn't sure. It could very well have been the last option. Because Regina was undoubtedly her god. The only one Emma could pray to right now. She could feel the muscles in her thighs pulling taught. Her toes flexed. All of it signs of what was about to happen. Emma's hand scrabbled blindly on the sheet to find something more solid to hold on to. Something that she could NOT accidentally rip to pieces in her excitement.
A hand crawled up her belly, and Emma immediately tangled their fingers together. Regina's hand was warm and soft and exactly the anchor Emma needed to ground her right now. She lifted her head, may have pulled a bit on Regina's arm, but she managed to plant a kiss on her hand. Exactly like she had intended to do. When she was about to lower her head again, she saw how the streams of sunlight caught in the golden wedding ring sitting on Regina's finger. That sight did things to Emma. Delicious things. Her thighs twitched. Flexed. She felt more wetness come rushing, and she let out a gasp and lowered her head back onto the pillow. She could not keep upright. Could feel that she almost right there...
Regina sealed her mouth around Emma's clit, and thereby sealed Emma's fate as well. She had barely done anything, barely done any of those delicious, slow sucks before Emma fell apart with a breathy moan and a squeeze to Regina's hand.
As her muscles clenched, Emma just laid for a while with her eyes closed as she enjoyed the rush. Perhaps the orgasm hadn't been the most vocal one, but it had nevertheless been a powerful one. They always were. And she always felt completely limp afterwards. Like pudding. She was sweaty and sticky and needed a shower. But she wasn't about to move anytime soon.
Regina was not moving either. She was still between Emma's legs. But whether she was waiting for Emma to come to it, or had fallen asleep, remained unclear.
After a moment, Emma opened her eyes and slowly lifted her head. Fuck, she felt good! Like her entire body was made of liquid or something. She was just about to tell Regina that when she realized that her legs were still laying on Regina's back and weighing her down. Perhaps this was the reason she had not moved. Because she couldn't. Oops.
Emma hastily moved her legs from Regina's shoulders and prompted: "babe?"
"Hmm-hmm," Regina murmured and nuzzled her nose against Emma's thigh.
Emma squirmed slightly because Regina's hair was tickling her skin. Then she chuckled, asked: "aren't you gonna, you know, come up here so I can hold you and stuff?"
"Hold me and stuff," Regina repeated, chuckling too. "That does sound nice, my darling. Unless... you want more?"
"You're on fire this morning," Emma observed and gently teased: "what's the occasion?"
"Us," Regina said simply. "Our first morning as a married couple."
"And what a morning it has been so far," Emma said warmly and scrabbled to find Regina's hand again. "Come on up here, babe. I want to hold you. And I'm pretty sure I'll die if I have another orgasm right now, so..."
"We can't have that," Regina said in that mock strict tone Emma so loved.
"Professor Mills," she gently teased.
"I am not a professor any longer, darling," Regina reminded her as she at last emerged from between Emma's legs to lie next to her.
"You'll always be a professor to me," Emma said half-teasingly and snuggled closer. For all her talk about wanting to hold Regina, Regina was really the one doing most of the holding. She had her arms wrapped snugly around Emma and was holding her close.
Emma was just about to comment on how nice this was when Regina suddenly freed one of her hands. Emma's first thought was to protest, but only until she saw Regina wipe the corners of her mouth with her thumb. Her protests immediately melted away. That was ridiculously sexy!
Regina let out a satisfied little hum and rolled her head from side to side. Until something made a popping sound somewhere. Then she grimaced again.
"Careful," Emma admonished and frowned slightly.
Regina chuckled quietly and pushed her hair away from her face. "That was my age talking, I'm sure."
"Babe. You're thirty seven," Emma reminded her wife. "That's not old."
"That's nearly forty," Regina pointed out and sighed slightly as she gave Emma a slight squeeze. "I'm pushing forty while you're only thirty. Why haven't anyone told me that I'm a cradle robber?"
"Because you're not," Emma said, half-laughing, half-scoffing. "You are still young enough to-" she stopped talking when she once again thought about that thing she was aching to talk to Regina about. The thing she had been thinking about for six months but hadn't mentioned because of the wedding planning.
"Young enough to what, my love?" Regina gently encouraged and gave Emma another little squeeze.
Emma briefly considered it. Should she come clean? The timing did seem a bit off, but perhaps there wouldn't be a better time than right now when they were naked and snuggled together. Perhaps it was time to come forward with her wish.
"Emma? Young enough to what?" Regina asked again. Curiously. And a tad worriedly.
Emma lifted her head and pressed a kiss to Regina's naked shoulder before propping herself up on an elbow so she could be more face to face with Regina. "There's something I'd like to talk to you about," she said slowly.
"Alright?" Regina said and raised an eyebrow in curiosity. "And what is that, my love?"
"It's... It's a bit huge," Emma said and licked her lips. She was slightly nervous about this.
"Huger than getting married?" Regina quipped before growing serious again. She gently pushed Emma's hair away from her face. "What is it, Emma? You can tell me anything. I hope you know that."
"Of course I do. Duh." Emma rolled her eyes. She was stalling. She knew she was. It was so damn hard to say the words. She was a little worried that she was springing this on Regina too soon. They had barely been on their honeymoon for twenty four hours. She was worried that it would be too much. But she couldn't exactly say 'you know what, never mind' and take it back. That was not how things worked in their relationship.
"Okay, uhmm... The thing is..." her throat felt dry. She cleared it. "So, the thing is-" her voice failed her. Again. "Shit. This is hard!"
"What is it, Emma?" Regina asked again. Frowning now. "Should I be worried?"
"No!" Emma said hastily. "Definitely not. I mean, I hope you won't be, and- Jesus." She rolled her eyes. "Why can't I get this right?"
Regina did not say anything. She merely looked patiently at Emma.
And Emma firmly told herself to quit being such a moron and just say it already. She took a deep breath and said: "I want-" no, that wasn't right, was it? If she said 'want' it sounded too much like a demand. Like this had to happen on her terms alone. And that was not the case. They were in this together. "I'd like..." another deep breath. A bite to an already swollen bottom lip. Green eyes locking with brown ones as Emma at last said the words like she had meant to say them: "I'd like to have another baby."
To Be Continued...