06. Fights and Forever

Every time he looked into her eyes, there was never any doubt that she was his forever...Every day they spent together, he was once again reminded of how fortunate they are to have been given the gift of forgiveness and love for a second time. They had those moments just like every other couple...moments like right now when she was giving him those daggers that always made him keenly aware of how dangerous her temper was...especially when she was nearing her second trimester.

"You know I love you Red...You might be angry right now but you know that there is nothing more important to me than you and our family."

"Do I now," she challenged?

"Are you going to make me prove it...because you know I can. "

"Do you think this is funny...Do you have any idea how miserable I feel," she snapped, as she hit him with a pillow?

"I bet I know what will make you feel better," he reasoned.

"Do you honestly think that sex is going to fix this?"

"I wasn't talking about that...although I must admit it's nice to know that you still go there even when you're spitting nails."

"If I were you, I'd keep your mouth shut...right now I am angry enough to do some damage to your precious little rod."

"Did you really just refer to my..."

"Don't say it...Don't you dare say it..."

"I think I have to...You're forgetting what a Rod actually is...no way in hell are you going to reference things you like that way.."

"You think I like that..."

Her words were suddenly cut off with the crushing sensation of his lips on her lips...his mouth hot and wet as he pushed his tongue inside her own mouth. The kiss was a mixture of burning need and the culmination of a raging temper. "I'm so done with this fight Red," he said. She smiled in spite of herself and kissed him back. Although he would love nothing more then to show her exactly how good forever felt, he was going to make good on his word.

"Lay down," he commanded, and she complied, too tired to fight. He slipped her shoes off and started to massage her bare feet. She began to relax with every stroke.

"Does that feel better," he asked?

She didn't respond...she only made those cute little sounds she made when she was either aroused or just plain enjoying herself...sometimes both. "Should I be offended that you're making more noise when we're not making love," he joked.

"Next time we make love, I promise I'll be loud."

They both burst into laughter and he continued to massage her. "I'm sorry cowboy. These hormones are making me crazy. I do love you. More then I ever thought possible."

"I know...and I don't think you need a reminder of how much I love you right back but just in case..."

She giggled as he took his lips and kissed up her now bare thigh. "I can handle whatever you got sweetheart. I'm not going anywhere."

"You better not...I'm not doing anything without you again."

She reached for his tie and yanked him so he was sprawled out on top of her. "Now you can make love to me," she demanded.

"You feeling frisky baby," he teased.

"Oh yeah...I'm feeling a whole lot of frisky right now...you better enjoy it while it lasts."

That he had no problem doing. One of the things he enjoyed about the life he shared with his wife was how unpredictable it could be. Five minutes ago, they were fighting...now they were making love like there would be no tomorrow...this was definitely a life he wanted to keep for the rest of his life...she would always be his forever soulmate...and he wouldn't have it any other way.

"I love you so much," they whispered lovingly before taking each other to new heights...and this time, she did scream louder then when he massaged her. It was that good.