CHAPTER SIXTEEN
"Where's dad?" Jack asked Lucas when he arrived home from work the next night.
"He went to see a movie with Beth," Lucas replied, not taking his eyes off the TV. "There's some dinner for you in the fridge if you want it," he then said.
"I'm not really that hungry," Jack said as he sat down next to Lucas. "Lucas, is everything okay?" he then asked.
Lucas looked at him; confused. "Yeah, why wouldn't it be?"
Jack sighed. "You've been acting a bit weird over the last week," he said.
"What? No, I haven't," Lucas looked back at the TV.
"Yes, you have. And what was with you and Martha last night? You were always whispering to each other," Jack started. "And everytime I asked what was going on, one of you would always change the subject, and walk off. It was weird," he finished.
"Nothing is wrong," Lucas lied.
"It's like the two of you have a secret or something. I don't like it," Jack stated.
"Jack, will you relax? You're being paranoid," Lucas practically yelled, as he jumped up and walked to the fridge.
"I'm sorry alright," Jack started to yell back. But then he sighed and fell back onto the couch. "I just really miss her. I'd gotten so used to having her around all the time and being able to touch her and kiss her whenever I wanted, but now it's all gone. I can't do any of that anymore. My life sucks," he exclaimed.
It was at moments like this, that Lucas really hated lying to Jack. He had been so down this last week, and Lucas hated seeing him like this. It was getting harder and harder having to keep such a big secret.
"Jack, your life doesn't suck," Lucas sighed. "Martha loves you, okay? I know this, because she told me herself," he said.
"Really?" Jack's face lit up a little.
"Yes," Lucas groaned. "So, you need to stop all this fretting and paranoia, because she's gonna come back to you. But if she see's how much of a wuss you've turned into; she's gonna run the other way," he grinned.
"Shut up, I'm not a wuss," Jack laughed as he ruffled Lucas's hair.
"Hey, I'm not the one you're going to have to convince," Lucas teased.
"Whatever," Jack smiled, and got up and walked off to his room.
He closed his bedroom door behind him. He really hoped that Lucas was right when he said that Martha would come back to him. He didn't know how much more hurt he could take.
It was 8 pm, and Martha had just finished a shift at Noah's. She'd spent the whole evening thinking about Jack and the baby, and she had finally made a decision; she was going to tell Jack about the baby. Tonight. She was on her way over to see him now. She was prepared and more than ready to tell him. And nothing was going to stop her.
Martha knocked on the front door and waited for someone to answer. A few moments later Lucas appeared.
"Please tell me you're here to tell Jack," Lucas begged. "Because I can't do this anymore. He got home just before, and he started asking all these questions. He knows we're hiding something from him. He's totally paranoid," he rambled.
"Lucas, relax," Martha exclaimed as she placed her hands on his shoulders. "I'm here to tell him," she reassured.
"Oh thank god," Lucas sighed with relief. "Anyways, I'm going to go to Mattie's and give you two some privacy. So, good luck," he told her.
Martha slowly made her way to Jack's room. She stood there for a few seconds and took a deep breath before knocking. "Come in," she heard him call.
She peeked her head in and saw him lying on his bed; still in his police uniform. He looked up and seemed surprised when he saw her. "Hey," she smiled lightly at him.
"Hey," he said, jumping up. "What are you doing here?"
"Um, I want to talk to you. About us. And some other stuff," she told him and closed the door behind her.
"Well, if you're here to say it's over for good and that you never want to be with me again...don't bother. Because I really don't think I could take it," Jack said to her as he sat back down on his bed.
Wow, he really is paranoid, Martha thought to herself.
"I'm not here to say that," she reassured him, and sat down next to him.
"So you do want to get back together then?" Jack looked at her hopefully.
"This last week has been has been absolute torture. I hate being apart from you," Martha began. "When we're not together I feel like a part of me is missing. And I hate it," she explained to him.
"It's the same for me," Jack started. "Being apart from you feels wrong. Why do you think i've spent this last week trying to talk to you? I've been trying to tell you that we're meant to be together," he told her.
"Look at us," Martha started to laugh. "It's only been a week and already we're pining over each other. It's crazy," she exclaimed.
"It's not crazy, and besides, we don't have to be apart anymore," Jack said softly as he brushed his hand across her cheek.
Martha smiled at him as he moved closer to her. He brushed her hair away from her face as he lowered his lips to hers.
"I love you," he whispered right before his lips claimed hers.
"I love you too," she answered back as she slid her arms around him.
Martha fell right into the kiss. It felt so perfect, and it made her feel so good. She'd missed it, missed him like crazy. All the pent up desire that she had been feeling for him since they had parted, was all rushing out into that one kiss. A kiss that was so full of love and desire; it overwhelmed her.
Jack was in a state of bliss. Martha's lips were on his and her body was pressed so close against him. It had started out as a a need for comfort, a kiss to reassure himself that she was still there, and still his. It had quickly escalated into something much more passionate, and much more satisfying.
Jack gently lowered Martha down onto her back; their tongues still intertwining. Martha reached beneath his shirt and ran her hands up and down the supple expanse of his bare back. His skin felt so warm against her fingertips. She then felt her own body begin to boil at the touch of Jack's hand, as it ran down her chest and stomach, until he finally rested it on her thigh; wrapping her leg around him.
Martha couldn't help the small pleading sound that came deep from her throat. Heat started shoting through her body. A heat she couldn't deny, even when she knew there were things that she still had to say.
"I love you baby," Jack moaned against her lips.
Martha's eyes shot open. Baby. Oh crap, the baby, she thought to herself. I still have to tell him. Martha quickly pried her lips away from Jack's and quickly detangled herself from his body before standing up.
"We have to stop," she gasped, trying to catch her breath.
"Why?" Jack laughed as he watched her straighten her top and do up the buttons on her jeans that he had started popping open. "It's not like we were doing anything wrong," he said.
"No, we weren't doing anything wrong. But there's still things we have to talk about," Martha said to him. She turned away from him and went and stood by the window; looking out at the moon.
Jack walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. "We can do the rest of the talking later. Much later," he said as he kissed her neck.
Martha closed her eyes and sighed as Jack's breath fell hotly on her neck as his mouth moved over it greedily. "But it's really important," she panted as her body quickly started responding to his touches again.
"The only thing that's important right now is the way we're making each other feel at this very moment," Jack whispered in her ear. He then slowly moved his hand under her top and started caressing her stomach.
The heat in her belly that she had felt only moments before was now hitting her full force once again.
"Oh, what the hell," she gasped outloud. She couldn't help herself; she'd missed him and needed him so much. She spun around and latched herself back onto Jack's lips. He picked her up; wrapping her legs around his waist. Martha set to work quickly as she undone the buttons on his shirt. She ripped it off and threw it to the ground as she lowered her mouth to his neck and kissed him roughly. She then raised her arms above her head and Jack pulled her shirt off.
He then gently lowered them both onto the bed; where he leaned over and looked at her. "What we have together is amazing. I'll never be able to have that with someone else," Jack said in a hushed voice. "I'm glad you came back to me," he said as he laid soft kisses on her lips.
"I wouldn't want to be anywhere else," she reassured him. "And I never will be," Martha promised.
Jack rolled over, pulling Martha's body on top of his. "Ditto," he answered back.
Martha smiled down at him and kissed him passionately before pulling away. "I want you to make love to me Jack," she murmered seductively. Jack grabbed her face and kissed her hard before rolling them over again. It wasn't long before her thoughts of babies and bitchy ex-girlfriends were a million miles away.
NEXT CHAPTER - Martha and Jack are back together and happy. But will it last for more than a couple hours? Will Megan reveal all before Martha even gets the chance?