Neither Sara or I really slept much that night. We talked long into the
night and alternately laughed and cried. Austin woke up a couple of times
needing to be fed and changed. Wow, another baby. So much had changed in
our lives in such a short period of time. I would never have imagined that
this life with Sara would have been possible when I met her throwing
dummies off that hotel with Grissom. Having her as my wife is better than
any dream. Having Austin is icing on the cake. And now, with another baby
coming, it's like the sprinkles on the icing. I don't know how our lives
could possibly be better.
Sara's sleeping with her head resting on my chest now. I love watching her
sleep. I can't resist and I tuck a lock of hair behind her ear. I chuckle
because I can see a smile spreading across her face, her eyes still closed.
"I love you, Nick." Her eyes flutter open and she leans up to kiss me.
I love the taste of Sara's lips. It doesn't matter what she's eaten, the traces of those things can't change the taste that is essentially Sara. As we break the kiss, I trail my fingertips down her back. "I love you, Sara."
Sara props herself up on my chest and smiles at me. "Have I ever told you what my favorite flavor is?"
I raise a curious eyebrow at her. "Red Vines?"
She giggles and leans toward me. Her lips hover just above mine. She shakes her head. "No. My favorite flavor is Nick Stokes."
I start laughing. It lasts only a moment though because Sara's lips are on mine. They are so soft and it always amazes me how strong they are. I love how they feel against my own, and when her tongue touches my lips like it is now, I can't open my mouth fast enough so that mine can dance with hers. My favorite flavor is Sara and the more of her I taste, the more of her I want. As we break the kiss I whisper to her in the semi-darkness. "My favorite flavor is you, Sar."
She giggles. I love that sound. Wow. This amazing woman is the mother to my child. No the mother of my children. Wow. I'm amazed. We're going to have another baby. There is something about her I can't resist and soon, we're exploring and touching each other in ways we've had quite a bit of practice with each other. There's something about practice making things perfect, but I think that being with Sara is what makes it perfect.
A while later, we're tangled together again and feeling deliciously sore. I love this woman. She drifts off to sleep in my arms and I just think about what an amazing life I have with her. I know the next few days will be really busy for us. Besides getting ready to move, we need to fit in a doctor's appointment for Sara to confirm what we already know. Then we need to call our families.
I smile when I think about that. My mom is going to love that we're having another baby. My dad has already been teasing me about becoming a dad so soon. I'm sure he'll tease me about this too. I know they love me. That's something we always had a lot of growing up in my family. Lots of love. Sara and I want to make sure our children. Wow. Children. Plural. We want them to know love in our house. Sara didn't have that same kind of connection with her parents. Sure they love her and she loves them, but they are not especially close. Now that we'll be living in LA, we're hoping that maybe they'll be able to get away from their bed and breakfast more often to drive down and see Austin. Now that we have another one on the way, I hope the see what a treasure these babies are.
We have a huge adventure ahead of us. I sure hope that this pregnancy is a little easier on Sara than the last one. I don't think I could handle throwing up like that. It's a good thing that God made women the ones who carry babies. I think us men are complete wimps when it comes to feeling sick. Fortunately, it only lasts a few hours each day for her. We sent all the leftovers that had even a hint of meat in them home with everyone when they left. The last time, just the sight of meat made her throw up.
You know, it was funny. When Sara and I came out of the bathroom crying. Yeah, I was crying. I think everyone must have thought that the test was negative. But we were so overwhelmed that we were having a baby again. So damn excited and so overwhelmed with the blessing of another baby, all we could do was cry. I know we had been trying and I know we really wanted another baby, but I don't think either one of realized just how much we wanted Sara to be pregnant until that moment.
After they found out that we were indeed having a baby, their faces relaxed a little and it was a little bittersweet. These people are more than friends to us. They are family and it is going to be really hard to leave them. We did convince Warrick though to caravan out to LA with us. He's even going to stay with us in Malibu for a few days until he gets set up in a place. I think that Sara wouldn't mind if he stayed with us for a while, but I don't think Warrick wants to live with a couple of newlyweds. As it is, he's stopped by and interrupted us when we've been in the middle of the throws of passion more than a few times since we've been married. Thankfully, he's just been at the front door, but if we all lived in the same house, that might be a little weird.
I close my eyes and just relish holding my wife like this. What a Thanksgiving this has been to learn that we're having another baby. Wow. I am so thankful for this woman in my arms and the child that grows within her.
I begin to chuckle. I can hear Austin crying in the other room. My little buddy needs a little attention. Sara stirs and I kiss her forehead. "I'll go get him, Sar. Get some rest."
I love my wife. I love my son. What a Thanksgiving.
"I love you, Nick." Her eyes flutter open and she leans up to kiss me.
I love the taste of Sara's lips. It doesn't matter what she's eaten, the traces of those things can't change the taste that is essentially Sara. As we break the kiss, I trail my fingertips down her back. "I love you, Sara."
Sara props herself up on my chest and smiles at me. "Have I ever told you what my favorite flavor is?"
I raise a curious eyebrow at her. "Red Vines?"
She giggles and leans toward me. Her lips hover just above mine. She shakes her head. "No. My favorite flavor is Nick Stokes."
I start laughing. It lasts only a moment though because Sara's lips are on mine. They are so soft and it always amazes me how strong they are. I love how they feel against my own, and when her tongue touches my lips like it is now, I can't open my mouth fast enough so that mine can dance with hers. My favorite flavor is Sara and the more of her I taste, the more of her I want. As we break the kiss I whisper to her in the semi-darkness. "My favorite flavor is you, Sar."
She giggles. I love that sound. Wow. This amazing woman is the mother to my child. No the mother of my children. Wow. I'm amazed. We're going to have another baby. There is something about her I can't resist and soon, we're exploring and touching each other in ways we've had quite a bit of practice with each other. There's something about practice making things perfect, but I think that being with Sara is what makes it perfect.
A while later, we're tangled together again and feeling deliciously sore. I love this woman. She drifts off to sleep in my arms and I just think about what an amazing life I have with her. I know the next few days will be really busy for us. Besides getting ready to move, we need to fit in a doctor's appointment for Sara to confirm what we already know. Then we need to call our families.
I smile when I think about that. My mom is going to love that we're having another baby. My dad has already been teasing me about becoming a dad so soon. I'm sure he'll tease me about this too. I know they love me. That's something we always had a lot of growing up in my family. Lots of love. Sara and I want to make sure our children. Wow. Children. Plural. We want them to know love in our house. Sara didn't have that same kind of connection with her parents. Sure they love her and she loves them, but they are not especially close. Now that we'll be living in LA, we're hoping that maybe they'll be able to get away from their bed and breakfast more often to drive down and see Austin. Now that we have another one on the way, I hope the see what a treasure these babies are.
We have a huge adventure ahead of us. I sure hope that this pregnancy is a little easier on Sara than the last one. I don't think I could handle throwing up like that. It's a good thing that God made women the ones who carry babies. I think us men are complete wimps when it comes to feeling sick. Fortunately, it only lasts a few hours each day for her. We sent all the leftovers that had even a hint of meat in them home with everyone when they left. The last time, just the sight of meat made her throw up.
You know, it was funny. When Sara and I came out of the bathroom crying. Yeah, I was crying. I think everyone must have thought that the test was negative. But we were so overwhelmed that we were having a baby again. So damn excited and so overwhelmed with the blessing of another baby, all we could do was cry. I know we had been trying and I know we really wanted another baby, but I don't think either one of realized just how much we wanted Sara to be pregnant until that moment.
After they found out that we were indeed having a baby, their faces relaxed a little and it was a little bittersweet. These people are more than friends to us. They are family and it is going to be really hard to leave them. We did convince Warrick though to caravan out to LA with us. He's even going to stay with us in Malibu for a few days until he gets set up in a place. I think that Sara wouldn't mind if he stayed with us for a while, but I don't think Warrick wants to live with a couple of newlyweds. As it is, he's stopped by and interrupted us when we've been in the middle of the throws of passion more than a few times since we've been married. Thankfully, he's just been at the front door, but if we all lived in the same house, that might be a little weird.
I close my eyes and just relish holding my wife like this. What a Thanksgiving this has been to learn that we're having another baby. Wow. I am so thankful for this woman in my arms and the child that grows within her.
I begin to chuckle. I can hear Austin crying in the other room. My little buddy needs a little attention. Sara stirs and I kiss her forehead. "I'll go get him, Sar. Get some rest."
I love my wife. I love my son. What a Thanksgiving.
