Frances was sitting in the middle of the floor of her sitting room with Freddy on a blanket on a nice, but warm July afternoon. He was begininng to crawl...well, he'd scoot around actually! But he still managed to get his little self around...not far, of course!
She laughed at him. "Well, look at you!...Maybe we should call you "Scooter" instead of Freddy! Huh?" She let him practice his crawling awhile, and played with him with some building blocks Fred had made for him. She would hold it out in front him so he could practice reaching for it and grabbing it. Freddy reached foreward slowly and grabbed at a block.
Frances smiled. "Yay Freddy!...Looks like you're like your Pa! When you try to do something, you pick up on it quick!" She reached her hands on his little face as he looked up at her and Frances leaned in a covered her 7 month old with a few little kisses. Frances went about her housework and let him play awhile and when she came back, he was tiring out and getting a bit fussy! So she put him down for his nap. She let him sleep awhile and carried on with her housework and decided to go outside and see how Fred was doing. She looked out at the fields and didn't see him there and decided that he must be in the barn, so there she went.
"Hey there, farmer...Workin' hard...or hardly workin'?" She teased him as she entered the barn, and saw him up in the loft, with his shirt off, and was hard at work, bailing hay.
"What does it look like?" He chuckled, running a sweaty hand through his now messy, blond hair.
"Looks like you're workin' up quite a sweat!...Wanna take a break? I've got a nice, cold glass of lemonade waitin' inside for you!"
"Sure..." Fred smiled at her. "Bring it out to me, please?" He was laying down on his stomach up in the loft, with his head above the top part of the ladder.
"Of course...Who else would?" Frances said, climbing the ladder part-way and she kissed him. "I'll be back..." She smiled and went to the house. She came back into the barn with the tall glass of ice cold lemonade. Frances climbed the ladder part-way again and gave it to him.
"Is it good?...Not too tangy, you think? Or too sweet? You know how sometimes I overload on the sugar!..." She asked as he was drinking it and Fred titled his head back. "Honey! Slow down!" Frances laughed at him. "You're inhaling it!...Goodness sweetie, it isn't THAT good!" Frances laughed.
"Oh, yeah it is!" Fred smiled. "Hits the spot!" He said, setting the empty glass down on the loft's floor. "Come up here with me?"
"Up there?" Frances laughed.
"Did I stutter?" He chuckled. "C'mon!" Fred said, scooting over a little and Frances climbed up the ladder and joined him.
"My word its hot up here! And I didn't even do any hay-bailing!" Frances laughed as she was beginning to sweat from the July heat.
Fred didn't say anything, but grinned at her.
"Fred John!" She blushed. "I know that look!"
"What look?..." Fred asked putting an arm around her and leaned in and kissed her. Frances soon found her hands on Fred's face, running her slender fingers through his messy blond hair, with his arms around her slim waist, and sooner than she realized Fred was on his back on the loft floor and Frances was on top of him, gazing down at him.
Fred tenderly kissed her on the lips..."I always wanted to make love to you up here..." He whispered.
"Its so hot up here!...We'll overheat!...We're sweating enough already!" She laughed, already breathing a little heavy. Frances climbed off of him and sat beside him. Her arms supporting her.
"We've got a well!...We can cool off later..." A corner of Fred's mouth turned upward in a crooked smile.
"Yeah, I'll shove you down the well!" She laughed, giving him a playful shove.
"Fiesty, aren't you?" Fred laughed.
"You said you like fiesty, remember?"
"That I did." He smiled. "Seriously, being up here won't hurt us..."
"But what about Freddy?..." She whispered, glancing at a piece of the house through the barn door, which was slightly ajar.
"Isn't he down for his nap?...Won't be up till suppertime...Frances." Fred whispered her name seductively, and tried prying back the soft fabric of her blouse, exposing part of her collarbone.
"But up in the hay loft!" Frances whispered. "I think you're getting a little too wild lately!" She laughed.
"What's wrong with it?" He grinned.
She tenderly gave him a soft kiss on the lips and gazed into his gray-blue eyes. "What's right with it?"
"A whole lot." He grinned. "We're married. We love each other...Nothing's wrong with that."
"But what if someone sees us?" She exclaimed.
"Who's there to see?" Fred asked, smirking at her.
"My parents if they come down the hill! One of my brothers!...What if they see? Oh Lord, what if they hear us up here?"
"Let 'em..." Fred whispered and began kissing her neck. Frances tilted her head back as she felt that familiar, yet slightly ticklish sensation of his mouth and lips on her neck..."Ooohhhh mmyyy..." She gasped. "Oh my, I can't believe I'm agreeing to this..."
Fred took that as his signal and began to unbutton her pretty Jasmine flower stripe blouse. Its backround was off-white and was patterned with thin, red and taupe stripes and an inset bib. He slowly undid the gorgeous pewter-like buttons that were on the blouse. She slid off the shirt as Fred was fumbling with the tiny buttons on her brown walking skirt. His larger fingers always had trouble with them, but he used it to his advantage as a slow, sexy movement. Without even thinking about it, Frances let her hands drift to the buttons on his brown canvas high-waisted work pants and she undid them so he could take them off. He soon climbed over her and slipped himself into her and started thrusting. Both of them caressing and kissing and fondling one another as a man and his wife should.
"I...I...I can't believe we're doing this up here!" Frances gasped breathlessly as she almost let out a moan of absolute pleasure.
"Want to stop?...I will if you want me to...I respect you, ya know." He whispered and covered her mouth in a kiss.
"No, don't you stop!...I love you!" Frances said leaning her head against his strong, farm-worked chest. She lifted her head and looked at him and Fred saw a gleam in her deep brown eyes. "Besides, you're just getting started." She said, raising her eyebrows.
"I love ya..." Fred whispered, and kissed her, and covered her whole neck and collarbone with sweet, soft kisses. And so they continued once again. Many 'I love you's' were whispered, and moans and groans were let out till they couldn't any longer.
"I still can't believe we just did that!..." Frances gasped for air after it was all over, laying on top of him, her head resting on his strong chest that was completely covered with golden blond hair. So much that he almost looked like a bear!
"Yeah,...but it was great..." He smiled, wrapping his arms around her.
"It was...You were wonderful, honey." Frances smiled at him.
"So were you...You always are."
She blushed. "Even with my figure like this?...I'm still not down to the weight I was before I had Freddy."
"You're gorgeous...I could look at you all day. Heck, I could make a living out of lookin' at you!" He grinned, raising his eyebrows.
Frances smirked and rolled her eyes at him. "Yeah, right...Well, I'm at 131...a few more pounds to lose and I'll be back to normal...well, almost." She giggled.
"No matter how you look, you're beautiful to me..."
"And I'm attracted to you know matter how you look. I always will be...I love you and that's more important." Frances brought her voice down to a whisper. "Its like I don't even see them anymore,...your scars."
Fred was silent for minutes it seemed.
"Honey..." Frances whispered.
"I forget about them sometimes, myself...but then I look at my arms, my legs, my chest and abs...and I remember...everything. The abuse and the pain...I'm embarrassed to even take off my shirt in front of the men at work..."
"Fred, I'm sorry!...I didn't mean to hurt you by bringing it up like this..." She buried her face in his chest. Fred could feel the tears slide down her cheeks and onto his firm chest. He lifted a hand to her free-flowing auburn hair and gently stroked it. Fred buried his head in the crook of her neck as he embraced her. "Don't you cry. You didn't hurt me...its remembering it that still hurts a little. You'd think I'd be over this already. I'm almost 27 years old...I'm a grown man and I still haven't..."
Frances cut him off quickly. "How could you get over what you've gone through?...I know it isn't so easy, sweetheart. You've been through a lot. A whole lot!"
Fred had his face still buried in the crook of her neck and he kissed her and lifted his face to look at her.
"I'm not saying you need to forgive and forget about it...You'll never forget what Leah did to you. It isn't possible...But you do need to learn to not remember the pain. You'll look at your scars...the memory of it will still be there...but it won't hurt anymore."
"And how do I do that?" He asked solemnly.
Frances said just one single word. "Pray." Her lips formed into a small smile. "Ask the Lord to help you with this...He will. All you have to do is take that first step...or how else will He give you the next?"
Fred was holding her in a tender embrace, her head resting on his chest. "I love you..." He whispered, placing a soft, lingering kiss on her forehead.
Frances reached a hand up to his face and carressed his cheek. "I love you too, Fred John." Slowly, she turned his face to meet hers and their lips met again. She gazed at him and whispered, "Honey, think of it this way...A rotten childhood, makes for a wonderful adulthood..."
"Isn't that the truth!" He grinned.
She leaned forward and kissed him again. One kiss followed by another, and another. And then another one as she wrapped her hands around the back of his neck and played with his gorgeous golden blond hair.
Fred kissed her and whispered softly, yet seductively in her ear. "Ready for more?"
"Later." She whispered into his ear and gently kissed it. Frances flashed her signature smirkish smile at him.
