A Fresh Start
Chapter One Hundred Twenty Seven
Sam rolls to her side, waking up as a soft rumble of thunder rolls across the sky, sighing she looks out the window and then sighs again softly. "Are you okay?" Jeffrey asks, laying his arm over her.
"It's raining." She says, turning over to her back.
"I know."
"I guess we have to stay inside today."
"I don't think that's a bad thing, all day, in bed with you." He says, moving closer and kissing her shoulder.
"I can't stay in bed all day." Sam says, turning over to face him.
"Why not?"
"We leave tomorrow morning. We have to pack and get ready." Sam says, watching him.
"We've got all day to do that.
"And I've got a few more things that I want to pick up for the boys."
"You nearly bought out the toy store for them. Megan will…."
"Megan will understand. I only want to get each of them a t-shirt."
"We can get that in the morning at the gift shop before we leave." Jeffrey says, moving his hand down her side, pulling her to him.
"J." She says, feeling his desire pressing against her stomach.
"Just lay here with me, let me love you and I'll help you pack when we get through."
"You just want to keep me in bed."
"Is that a bad thing?"
"Yes, when we have stuff to do."
"We have all day." Jeffrey says, leaning in and kissing the side of her neck, tempting her.
"J."
"You want to. I can feel it." He whispers, moving up to her ear.
Closing her eyes, she lets the warm waves of desire wash over her. Reaching for him, she buries her fingers in his hair, sighing softly. After a few seconds, she whispers. "You know I can't resist when you do that."
He leans back, looking down into her eyes. "Why do you want to resist?"
She reaches up, moving her fingers over his face. "You're so sure of yourself. I should get up right now and leave you…."
Jeffrey leans in kissing her as he moves his hands down her body, softly caressing her. "You're not going to get up because you want me just as much as I want you." He says, moving closer to her, reaching for her desire.
Liquid heat flows from deep inside her, coating his fingers with slick warmth. She feels the muscles in her stomach and lower clinch as he gently caresses her. Reaching for him, she leans over, kissing him while moving her hands over his body. Softly scratching his chest and stomach, she stops for a few moments to play with his navel. After a couple short seconds, she moves on from his navel, wrapping her hand around him, squeezing him.
He pulls away, breaking her kiss. Traveling down her neck, he kisses her softly, stopping for a few moments, slowly moving his tongue over her pulse, feeling it beating against her throat, humming with life and desire. His breath feels hot against her upper chest. She feels the ache of building desire press against her breast, hardening her nipples as she closes her eyes.
Pulling back, he looks up, watching her. Slowly she opens her eyes when he pulls away from her, sweet waves of desire push against him as he watches her needs build. Leaning down, he takes her of her nipples into his mouth, licking it softly before he begins to suckle, playing with it with his tongue. Reaching up, she buries her free hand in his hair, holding him too her while she slows her caress along his desire. His desire burns hotter.
He spent about ten minutes watching her sleep this morning, his imagination building image upon image of them being together. Slowly, he moves between her legs, pressing his desire against her. Streaking shots of desire course through her, warming her body and bring her breathing to short gasps of air. Softly, she moans when he reaches up, reaching for her other nipple, squeezing it, in time with his mouth and tongue playing with her.
Leaning up on both elbows he looks down, watching her, until she arches her back, silently reaching for him. He moves closer, teasing her with the tip of his erection, rubbing it against her desire, until her feels the muscles clinch, reaching for him. He leans down to kiss as he slowly sinks into her, pushing his erection through the clinging muscles of her desire, slick with warmth, welcoming him as she wraps her arms around him, pulling him to her. Kissing him, while he begins to move, sliding his body through hers. Quickly her need for him over takes her, as she begins to move with him, clinging to him each time he pulls away and rejoicing when he returns. He moves slowly at first, building the tempo like a pianist plays a piece, building each layer until they reach the climax.
When she begins to move with, he tries to slow down, but she won't let him, pulling him to her, holding his hips and refusing to release him. She feels her release pressing on her. When he thrusts again, she sucks in a deep breath, holding it for a moment before she releases it with a low moan. Clinging to him, holding his hips while the first waves of release breaks over her "Jeffrey." She cries, while waves of her release fill her and gushes with warm desire flow over him.
He feels her release break over him, clinging and squeezing him while he continues to thrust. Looking down, he watches her as he thrusts for the final time and he feels his release explode through his body, gushing deep inside her while fluttering waves of her release clings to him. He holds himself still, buried deep inside her until the last wave of his release burns through them and he lies down beside her, each of them struggling to catch their breath.
Turning her head, she smiles at him. "I love that look in your eyes." He says, reaching up to brush his hand over her face.
"I want to stay like this forever."
"I can make that happen." He says with a cocky smile.
"That's not what I meant."
"I know."
"I want us to always be this close." She says as he reaches for her and she moves into his arms.
"I'm not going anywhere, I promise."
They lay there for several minutes, enjoying the sound of the rain hitting the windows and roof, the silence and being together. He feels her sigh softly, looking down he notices that her eyes are closed and he whispers. "Go back to sleep." Opening her eyes, she looks up before she moves to sit up. "Where are you going?"
"I can't go back to sleep, we've got to pack."
"We can pack later. You're tired."
"I'm fine." She says, pushing the covers back and getting up.
"Sam." He says, reaching for her.
She turns to him and then leans back across the bed. "I promise I'll rest after we've packed."
"Alright." He says, sighing softly as he pushes the covers back and getting up.
He watches as she walks to the bathroom, admiring the sway of her hips as she walks. He reaches for his boxers when the door shuts and then he pulls the covers up on the bed. Picking up the suitcases, he sits them on the bed for her before he walks into the bathroom. A few minutes later, he comes back into the main room and begins to gather up their stuff, putting it on the bed. About ten minutes later, she comes out wrapped in a towel. "It's all yours." She says, walking over to the bed, smiling when she sees the suitcases already on the bed and some of their stuff lying beside them. "Thank you." She says, turning to look at him as she smiles.
"I might as well do it now, you would have asked me to do it anyway." He says, leaning over to kiss her.
"I might have tried to lift…."
"No, you wouldn't have. You shouldn't be lifting…."
"I'm pregnant Jeffrey, not helpless."
"Pregnant or helpless, I'll lift anything that's heavy." Jeffrey says, reaching for a clean pair of boxers and jeans.
"Gees, you're so protective. I've never seen this side of you."
"You're my wife, and you're carrying my child that's all that matters to me."
"You do remember that I'm a specially trained federal agent. I know how to take care of myself."
"Specially trained federal agent, doctor, whatever you are. You're my wife and I will always protect you." He says, leaning into kiss her again.
"Go take a shower, he-man." She says, pushing him towards the bathroom and he growls and she laughs.
When he comes out of the bathroom, she's on the bed folding up clothes. He's drying his hair with one hand while he carries a bag in the other. "Do you want this packed?" He asks, laying her makeup bag on the bed as he tosses his towel on the floor.
"No, I want to leave it out till the morning."
"Okay." He says, getting up to put it back in bathroom.
"J." She says, and he turns back around. She looks at the towel and he bends over to pick it up, smiling as he stands up.
He takes the bag and the towel back into the bathroom. While they were there, the inn offered a laundry service. To keep down the amount of work she would have to do when they got back, she had asked the maids to take their clothes to the laundry to be washed. When he comes back from the bathroom, she asks. "Can you see if the maid has left the laundry yet?"
"Sure." He says, walking over to the door. Opening it, he picks up a bag of laundry and then closes the door. "Are you hungry?"
"Umm, sure."
"I'll go down and get us something to eat." He says, putting the bag on the bed beside her before he turns to leave.
"Maybe you'll want to put a shirt on." She says taking the clean laundry out of the bag and putting their dirty laundry back in it.
He reaches for one of his t-shirts, pulling it on as he walks towards the door. "I'll be back in a few minutes."
"Alright."
When he returns about ten minutes later, Sam has most of the bed cleaned off and one of the suitcases completely full. He knocks as she's putting his boxers away. "Just a minute." She calls, putting the boxers in the suitcase before she goes to the door. Pulling it open, she steps back as he walks in.
"What did you do order the whole kitchen?"
"No, but I got enough food for the rest of the day." He says, carrying the food over to the table in front of the couch.
"You know we can go downstairs to eat."
"I know, but this way we won't have to." He says, sitting down on the couch and opening the bags of food.
"Did you get something to drink?" She asks, watching him.
He looks up and then looks back at the food and then back at her. "I forgot." He says, as she laughs softly.
"It's okay."
"I'll go get us something to drink. You sit down and eat." Jeffrey says, getting up. He turns to the door and then back to her. "What do you want?"
"Sprite and some apple juice." He looks at her. "I'm fine. I can't have caffeine and I'm craving apple juice."
"Alright, I'll get you a sprite and apple juice." He says, walking towards the door.
"Thanks." She says, looking up at him as she sits down on the floor.
"I'll be right back."
He leaves, returning a few moments later with apple juice, sprite, and coffee and a coke for himself. Sam is sitting on the floor, eating eggs and toast. He made sure not to have any bacon sent up even though he really wanted some. He didn't want to give her any reason to repeat yesterday morning. "I think everyone is staying in today."
"Given the weather, I can see why. I wonder how far Billy's gotten on the house."
"I'm sure he's got a lot done, but I doubt he's finished it." Jeffrey says, getting something to eat.
"Well whatever he's finished I'll be happy with it, but I hope he has the office area done. I want to start getting supplies and hiring staff when I get back. I want to open my clinic as soon as possible." She says, taking a drink of the apple juice.
"When are we talking about?"
"A month, two at the most, I miss taking care of patients and practicing and I'm settled in at the loft now, we are settled in I should say. I can't stay at…."
"It's okay Sam. I knew you wouldn't stay away from medicine for too long. But I don't want you to take on too much too fast."
"I'll be fine. Practicing medicine keeps me active and my mind working, it stimulates me."
"Okay."
"Why aren't you insisting that I stay at home?"
"Would you listen if I insisted that you stay home?"
"No."
"I'm picking my battles and this is a battle that I would loose." He says, as she reaches for a pancake. "I see your appetite is back."
"It never left." Sam says, pouring syrup on the pancake.
"You barely ate anything yesterday."
"I wasn't hungry and I did eat yesterday. I can't wait to go home tomorrow. I feel like we've been gone forever." She says, as he smiles.
"I'm sure Springfield is exactly like we left it."
"Maybe, but I want to go home. Don't get me wrong, I loved being here with…."
"I understand what you mean. And I'll be glad to go home and we can settle into our lives together."
"Are we going to stay at the loft?"
"I thought we were."
"We can if Billy hasn't got the house finished but eventually we're going to have to think about getting another place. We'll have two floors if we stay above my office."
"I guess the loft is sort of small for us with the baby coming and I don't mind staying over the office." He says, as she pushes her half eaten pancake back and he reaches for it.
"We can start on the nursery. I think we should do it in primary colors so that it won't matter if we have a boy or a girl because it will fit." She says, as he finishes off her pancake and then pushes the plate back. "Are you finished?"
"Yes." He says, sitting back against the couch. "If you want to do the nursery in primary colors that's fine with me, just don't give him Barney stuff."
"Him, and why would you think that I would give him Barney stuff?"
"Well, Barney is something you would decorate a child's room with."
"Yeah, if he's three or four and it this was about ten years ago."
"So, what are babies into these days?"
"You know, I'm not even sure, but I know it's not Barney and even if it was I would never give that to my son or daughter, even if it is a purple dinosaur. We can do the nursery in primary colors. And we can get him all kinds of stuffed animals, nothing too scary, soft and cuddly ones. And we can get the rest of the furniture to match the cradle."
"You've already got it planned out."
"I've been by that store on Main Street. They've got everything in there."
"We have to start buying stuff. We've got the cradle but we need a high chair and rocker. A changing table and dresser to keep his clothes in and we have to get a playpen and bottles and diapers and wipes and we've got to baby proof the loft and you're office and my office."
"The baby proofing can wait for a little bit."
"And we have to get a car seat. I want the safest one out there."
"A lot of this stuff we've got time to buy." Sam says, getting up from the floor.
"But nine months will fly by. We've got to be ready."
"And we will be." She says, leaning over to kiss him.
Jeffrey gets up, gathering up the plates and the empty bags of food. He walks over to the door opening it he puts everything in the hall and then closes the door. Walking back to the table he takes the rest of the food, and puts it in the mini refrigerator and then closes the door. Turning, he stands there and watches as Sam goes back to packing. He goes over to help her, picking up a bag he hadn't seen before he asks as he starts to open it and she looks up. "What's this?"
"Nothing, it's a surprise." Sam says, pulling it out of his hands.
"A surprise, what is it?"
"You'll see later, when we get back home."
"C'mon Sam, what is it?" Jeffrey asks, reaching for the bag.
"No." She says, holding it away from him. She tucks it under some clothes in one of her suitcases.
"Sam." He says, trying to get it away from her.
"You'll love it, I promise, but you have to wait till we get home. Put the rest of the bags from our shopping trip in the suitcase." She says, pointing to the bags on the bed.
"I'll find out what's in that bag." He says, picking up the other bags.
"Yes you will, when we get home and not before."
He looks at her and then closes the suitcase, putting it on the floor before he sits down on the bed. Taking a couple pillows, he props himself up as he leans against the headboard, watching her. Feeling his eyes on her, she looks up. "What?"
"Nothing."
"You're staring at me."
"I'm watching you."
"You've watched me pack before."
"Maybe, but this is different."
"Different, why?"
"I don't know. Maybe it's because we were apart for so long. When we were together before I thought you were the hottest thing I had ever seen, but I was young…."
"Young, you're what ten-fifteen years older than me."
"I was still young and I loved having you beside me. And I love that now, but it's different."
"Maybe because I'm not the hot young agent fresh out of the academy and able to kick butt, it's just me. No agency, no intrigue, no spy games and terrorists to bring down. It's just me."
"I like just me."
"You're getting soupy and sentimental in your old age."
"I'm not old. I can still keep up with you."
"You know, we might need to think about having our kids pretty quickly. I want them to remember you."
"What are you trying to say? Do you think I've got one foot in the grave or something?"
"Well, you've got one foot somewhere. You married me."
"Don't I know it?"
"Hey."
"I'm in heaven because I married you. Are you about finished?"
"Maybe, why?"
"Because I thought we could lie down and take a nap."
"Take a nap, we haven't been up two hours yet, or were you thinking about a different kind of nap."
"Well, we can if you want to, but really I simply want to hold you."
"That sort of sounds like a line in a song."
"For one of your country songs with the fiddles and banjos."
"Don't make fun of my music. You like some of my music."
"I like Johnny Cash, but everyone likes Johnny Cash."
"What about the Eagles, and Creedence and Lynard Skynard."
"So, you have some taste in music, but the fiddles and the banjos, really."
"It's classic and you have to admit Hank, Loretta and George all sound good."
"So does the Byrds and the Beatles."
"I'll speak my southern English just as natural as I please. I'm in the heart of Dixie, Dixie's in the heart of me…." Sam says, exaggerating her soft southern accent.
"Just as long as you don't speak it like that all the time." Jeffrey says, as she throws a t-shirt at him and he laughs.
"Yankee." She says, picking up another t-shirt and folding it.
"Hey, my mom had family in Arkansas."
She stops to look at him. "You never told me that."
"They were distant cousins. We never met them."
"So, I guess you want me to take the Yankee comment back."
"Well, it was a little derogatory."
"I'm sorry, but you are a little bit Yankee." She says, leaning over to kiss. "And I love you anyway."
"Well, thank you so much." He says, laying back.
"You're welcome." She says, with a smile. Standing up and reaching for another t-shirt.
She goes back to folding clothes and he continues to watch her. When she puts the last of the t-shirts in the suitcase and closes the lid, he gets up. Walking around the bed, he picks the suitcase up and carries it over to the rest of them. He turns back to the bed and notices the clothes lying at the end of the bed. "What are those for?"
"They are the clothes for us to wear tomorrow morning." She says, sitting down on the bed.
"Oh, so we have everything packed up."
"Yes, except for the bag in the bathroom and I'll pack that in the morning so that we can brush our teeth and stuff."
"Good, so now will you lie down?" He asks as he walks over to the bed.
"I told you I would when I finished packing." She says, sitting down on the bed as he lies down. She moves over to him, laying her head on his chest. "Can you sing for me?"
"What do you want to hear?"
"I don't care."
"Alright." Jeffrey says, clearing his throat. He starts to sing softly. When he's finished he looks down expecting to find that she's asleep. "You're supposed to be asleep."
"I wanted to hear the whole song and I'm not tired."
"I think you are, but you're fighting it. Close you're eyes, Sam."
"Sing me another song."
"If I sing you another song, will you go to sleep?"
"Maybe, I don't know. I thought you wanted to hold me."
"I do, but I want you to take care of yourself too."
"Sing for me." He starts to sing again, singing a Beatles song. "I hope he is a singer like his daddy." Sam says when he's finished.
"I hope he's a doctor like his mother. And I hope he finds the cures for cancer and aids and all the disease that we don't have cures for now."
"That's a little high of a standard for him, don't you think."
"No because he's going to be smart like you."
"You're smart too."
"Maybe, but you have a heart too. That's why I want him to be a doctor."
"I might have a heart, but I want him to be creative like his daddy. He might write the song that mends everyone's heart. That makes the world realize we're all alike. We all have the same blood running in our veins and that there's only one race and that's the human race." Turning his head, he softly kisses her forehead. "This world seems to falling apart more and more everyday. Do you know that when the Towers fell, my heart left my body?"
"Why?"
"Because I knew you were in New York. I prayed that you were not in those buildings."
"I checked in."
"I know, but I didn't know that until several hours after everything had settled down. We were busy getting agents ready to send up there when the Director pulled me aside. My heart started to race so fast and then he told that you had reported in just minutes after the towers fell. I felt this wave of relief wash over me. I almost came to New York with the rest of the agents, but the Director needed me in DC, so I stayed. I remember standing in front of the nurse's station, watching the reports and then we were bombarded with survivors and victims from the Pentagon. I didn't have time to slow down, take a breath or think about you until I went home the next morning."
"You worked twenty fours hours."
"I had to we were short staffed. We had agents, military staff and government employees from the Pentagon at the hospital. We were sending supplies and doctors to New York to help take care of their survivors."
"I thought you told the Director you didn't want to put in the felid."
"I did, but at that time. I wanted to see for myself that you were alright. My heart was screaming at me to go to New York but my head kept telling me to stay away."
"I'm glad you stayed away. What you saw on TV didn't begin to capture the devastation at Ground Zero. I had been to the Towers the day before. I had a meeting there in one of the restaurants. We were supposed to meet the Wednesday after 9-11 but I had a court date rescheduled at the last minute and I had to take care of that. Everyone was in complete shock that morning and for months after that." She moves closer to him, hugging him.