Kirsty lay awake at ten thirty watching TV in her and Kane's room. She held one hand across her rapidly expanding belly her expression not one of sheer delight but of sheer alarm. "Is Kane going to be a good father?" she whispered touching her cheek where he had slapped her. Kane opened their bedroom door dressed in just boxers. He sat tentatively on their bed. "Kirsty I promise you that I will never, ever again touch you like that," he said and Kirsty could tell he had been beating himself up about it. "Okay. Will you go to Anger Management?" she asked softly.
"Must I?" he asked.
"No. It's up to you," Kirsty said.
"I will go, I want to be a good husband a good father," he said seriously.
"I know you do. Thankyou," Kirsty said her eyes softening.
"Can I sleep here?" Kane asked.
"Of course," Kirsty said opening her arms. They made very gentle love that night and they heard Robbie and Tasha above them. "We don't tell Irene," Kirsty said.
"Yeah," Kane agreed. He listened for sounds that Tash wasn't agreeing with it. He felt fiecely protective of Tash and when he heard her soft moan of pleasure he switched out of it. "Don't listen!" Kirsty exclaimed.
"Sorry, sorry!" Kane said hastily. Kirsty smiled at him and seeing his penis erect again and not feeling in the mood for normal sex (she found it quite odd when she was pregnant) she lowered her moist lips and ran her tongue up the throbbing manliness she had grown to love. He trembled delighted and when he came in her mouth she swallowed. He had never felt so in love and satisfied seeing Kirsty swallow. "Sleep well," he whispered feeling so content he actually looked forward to Anger Management. "If this is the thanks i get for agreeing to go...imagine the thanks when i actually go!" he thought excited at the sheer thought. The sheet rose with the excitement. Kirsty pretended not to notice.
