The sex dreams were ruining my life. Every night was a never ending, pornographic picture show of Jane. Every sexual encounter I'd ever had was replayed with Jane in the lead. She was in lingerie, in bondage, in nothing but heels, in costumes, in mini skirts. We were in bed, on vacation, in public, in a car, in a plane. I took her in every imaginable position; laying, standing, sitting, kneeling, suspended from the ceiling.

It was horrible. I went to bed every night exhausted, and woke up even more so. I tried taking care of the situation myself, more time in the gym, more cold showers, falling asleep at my desk. Absolutely nothing helped. I found myself on edge for the smallest, most insignificant infraction, and distracted all the time. How was I supposed to pay attention at a board meeting when all I could think about was Jane spread eagle on the table?

And the guilt. I was ashamed of myself. Jane was an incredible person, the wonderful mother of my child. I should be able to abstain for her sake without reverting to my college age self, obsessed with trying to find a place to put it, if only in my wet dreams.

"Mr Solano. Mr Solano. Mr Solano?"

"Rafael!" Jane chastened me quietly. "Pay attention!"

"Yes, sorry." I responded. "What was that?"

"One last signature here, and here's your keys!" The realtor seemed very excited.

"Great. Thank you." I said, taking the proffered keys and shaking his hand. Jane and I walked outside. "Thank you for coming." I said to her sincerely. "I enjoyed having you there."

"I liked being there." She replied. "Are you worried about this afternoon?"

Petra's induction. I shook my head. "Less than I should be. I have no idea how I'm going to handle twins."

Jane planted a soft kiss on my cheek. "You're an amazing father. You'll figure it out."

"Yeah." I said. But it felt like a hallow promise. I gently kissed her goodbye and promised to text her Petra's progress.

On the way to the hospital I felt searing guilt. I'd been invested and excited about every moment of Mateo's life since his conception. I cried at ultrasounds, I fantasized about holding him. But I couldn't seem to get invested in Petra's pregnancy.

I was sure I'd love the babies once they were born, but it didn't make me feel any better about the present. I pulled up to the hospital and parked. My ex wife should have been waiting for me in the maternity wing, but she wasn't there.

A receptionist saw me standing there alone and waved me over. "Are you Mr Solano?" She asked in a chipper voice.

"I am." I replied.

"Mrs Solano is already in a room. She came in this morning with ruptured membranes."

"What?" I nearly yelled, incredulous. "Why didn't anyone call me?"

The receptionist smiled. "She said you were closing on a house and couldn't be disturbed. Tough lady, Mrs Solano. But you know that." I nodded, dazed. "She's in room 6, second on the left."

I thanked the woman, put on the identifying bracelet she gave me, and headed back. I walked into Petra's room and was surprised by its complete darkness.

On the bed was my ex wife, in a white hospital gown. She looked like a fallen angel, a pale, broken creature in a dark room. She may there, completely silent except her quiet breathing. The nurse came in behind me. "She's having a hard labor, but you couldn't tell looking at her, hmm? I bet the poor thing's had a lot of pain in her life." She make a tsk noise quietly. "You don't have to say, I can tell. Well, she's having back to back contractions, about ten minutes then a thirty second rest before the next ones."

"Hasn't she asked for an epidural?" I asked, confused.

"No, she keeps refusing them." The nurse muttered. "Well, I'll be back in fifteen minutes. Call if you need me sooner."

"Thank God she's gone." Petra muttered tightly from the bed. "She's all nonsense."

I wasn't sure she was. "Why haven't you gotten an epidural?" I asked her, but she was already being gripped by another contraction. She lay there, perfectly motionless and silent.

The minutes passed, I watched the fetal monitors. The babies didn't seem to mind the squeezing. Finally it ended.

"I can't stop thinking about the one we lost." She said quietly. "I had an epidural for his delivery. I want to-Have to experience this."

And she was gone again, lost to another contraction. As time passed she stopped talking between contractions, taking the break to breathe and prepare for the next set. Her strings of contractions got longer, going from ten minutes to twenty within a couple of hours.

By early evening, she was ready to push. I held a leg, told her she was doing great. She was so close to holding her babies, that she could do it. Petra was focused at the task at hand, pushing like she'd been waiting for this her entire life.

The first baby emerged with a vengeful shriek. They quickly swaddled her and handed her to me. "Look at this beautiful girl, Petra." I said, showing the baby to her. Her eyes widened. Her face became ashen. I wanted to ask if she was okay, but she was overtaken by another contraction and began pushing the second child out.

The second child came into the world quietly, with a few small mewling noises. She was swaddled and given to an exhausted looking Petra, who looked at her like she'd never seen a baby before. Her face softened. She was fond of the babies while she was pregnant, but in that moment I watched Petra become a mother in spirit and soul. She started speaking quickly to her in Czech. It sounded reassuring.

Finally she looked at me, her face full of resolve. "Rafael, you need to know something." Her voice was flat. "When Roman kidnapped me, I managed to get my cell phone back to call the police by having sex with him."

I looked down at the small child in my arms. The small, dark twin in my arms. It came to me in perfect clarity. I didn't feel like a father, because I wasn't. Not to these children. These children suddenly reminded me of Petra's sins as my wife. Their father was the friend who betrayed me and helped to run a crime syndicate out of my hotel. Their father was Roman Zazo.

Could I love these children? I looked back at Petra. She wasted my last sample. I could not forgive her. Could I? It was too much. I handed her the child I was holding and left the room.

"It's okay." I heard Petra coo to the babies as I walked away. She sounded strong, determined. "I love you. The three of us? We have each other."

I walked as fast as I could put of the hotel, to my car, back to the hotel. I looked at my clock as I entered the apartment, just before eight at night.

Can you come over? I texted Jane. The babies aren't mine.

A moment later her reply arrived.

Be there in ten.

I wished my room still had a bar. If I wanted a stiff drink, and I very much did, I would have to go down to the bar and deal with everyone's congratulations. I couldn't explain the paternity issue right now. I would just wait for Jane.

The minutes crawled by as I agonized about Petra and the babies' roles in my life. It felt strangely wrong to completely cut them out. Zaz had been my best friend, for all his short comings. Petra was my wife once, despite her short comings. Despite that they'd been sleeping together. But I had told Roman our marriage was over. Petra wasted my last sample, but I had misled her to believe I still loved her. I hadn't caused this situation, but I was certainly culpable in contributing to it.

Without me, the only person in Petra's life was Milos, and he was still in jail.

The lock clicked softly as Jane let herself in. "Rafael, are you okay? What happened? How do you know they're not yours? Did Petra say something?" She joined me in the couch, wrapping her arms around me.

I rubbed my palms against my eyes. "They were very dark. I didn't even notice, but Petra started to panic. After they were born, Petra told me that when Zaz had kidnapped her, she slept with him to get her phone back so she could call for help. She had no idea she was already pregnant when she used my sample."

"Oh, Rafael."

"Yeah. Now I have to figure out if I want to be involved in their lives. And if I do, how much."

"Wow. That's a big decision." Jane said evenly.

"Any input?" I asked with a twisted smirk. "Because I have no idea where to start."

Jane frowned. "My opinion? Don't think about it tonight. Just take it all in, feel all the hurt and disappointment and anger. Then tomorrow you can let it out, go see Petra, and talk it out with her."

I let out a long sigh. "You're right." I said, shaking my head. "You're pretty smart." A ghost of a smile crossed my face, and it brought a smile to hers. "Come to bed with me? Is that okay with your family?"

Jane nodded. "Mateo's already in bed for the night. Ma has him. I just have to be home by eight tomorrow morning."

"Good." I said, pulling her into my arms and easily standing up. "I need you with me. Did you bring pajamas?"

Jane blushed. "I'm wearing them. I left the house without changing."

For the first time since she arrived I really looked at her. She was wearing a white tank top with thin straps and tiny green cotton shorts. Really tiny.

"They're my mom's." Jane said, catching my roaming eyes. "Tomorrow is laundry day."

I laughed, walking us to my bed. "Laundry day? I completely forgot about that. I guess I'll have to get used to it again."

"You poor thing. How ever will you survive?" Jane said flatly, a twinkle in her eye. I dropped her on the bed, then started to tickle her. "Ah! Stop! Uncle! Uncle!"

"You poor thing, how will you ever survive?" I parroted back with a grin.

In the midst of her laughter, Jane launched herself at me, grabbing me by the neck and pulling me down on top of her. I put my hands above our heads to stop me from falling on her. My face was an inch from hers, we were both breathing heavy with exertion. I leaned my head down and lightly laid my lips against hers.

Sparks flew between us. We were both hungry for more. I took one hand and slowly traced it from her hip, over her breast, up her neck, to her chin. I lifted her chin slightly.

"I love you." I murmured, before lightly brushing my lips against hers. "So much. I love you."

I trailed the hand on her chin up her cheek, through her hair. My mouth gently descended to hers again. Jane moaned softly into my mouth, her arms wrapping around me, clutching my shirt. She was pliant and willing beneath me, her chest heaving, her nipples erect and completely visible through her thin tank top as they rubbed against my chest.

"Oh, Rafael." She whispered as I nuzzled her soft, warm neck. Her scent was driving me crazy. "I love you, too. Oh! Yes."

I put my hand on her knee, slowly sliding it up to the edge of her shorts. She made a small gasping noise as my fingers brushed against the bottom of her ass. "What are the limits here?" I asked, aware of the potential of getting carried away.

"Second base." Jane replied quickly, pulling my shirt over my head. I laughed softly, and raised an eyebrow.

"What base would that be, again?"

Jane blushed. "Under the clothes, over the underwear."

I pulled off my shirt, then teasingly hooked my fingers into her miniscule shorts. To my surprise, she lifted her hips and slid them off, revealing her pastel lace panties. I drew a sharp breath.

"Don't look too much into this. It's weird fooling around in my mom's shorts." She grinned, sitting up and gently touching my shoulder and arm with her hand.

"You're not wearing a bra, but you gave me permission to go under your clothes. Can I look into that as a sign of your interest?" I asked, returning my mouth to her neck.

"Maybe." She teased. "Maybe I like you a little."

I nipped her neck. "Well I like you a lot." I whispered in her ear, before grabbing the bottom of her shirt and pulling it over her head. Jane playfully shrieked as she was exposed, covering her breasts with her hands. I cupped her face in my hands. "You are so beautiful. Really." I murmured, before gently kissing her again.

Her hands left her breasts, and planted themselves on my shoulders, intermittently running through my hair. I let my hands slowly drift down her face, to her neck, down her back. Jane arched her back, coming closer to my body. Slowly I leaned her back down on the bed, reclaiming my position on top of her.

My mouth left hers, kissing and lightly sucking on her neck, her collarbones. One arm supported my weight, the other gently caressed her breast. She gasped, her hands clutched at my hair.

"Keep going?" I asked, making eye contact.

"Yes. Oh, yes!" Jane said loudly. My ego swelled. I let my head move lower, showered her bosom with kisses. I inhaled her scent, before finally letting one of my hands move to her nipple. I gently rolled it between my fingers, and Jane ran her finger nails across my back, shouting my name.

My mouth found the other nipple, and I circled it with my tongue. I teased her with a few languid licks, before gently raking my teeth against it and suckling. Jane wrapped her legs around me, grinding her pelvis against me.

"Too much?" I asked.

"Don't stop! Don't you dare stop!" She gasped, pulling my mouth back to hers. She continued to rock her hips against my erection. My hand finally abandoned her nipple as it buried itself in her hair and I gave into the delicious torture that was meeting Jane's thrusts with my own.

"You are so perfect." I ground out, adjusting my thrust so the most pressure would be near her clitoris.

"Yes!" Jane called out. "There! Right there!" She was panting, her body increasingly rigid.

"Jane, oh Jane." My teeth were gritted, my blood was pulsing, my body was tight. Pressure was building inside me. I was close, so close, inexplicably so. Beneath me Jane's head was thrown back in ecstasy as she called my name over and over.

"Oh, Rafael. I'm-Oh!" She rasped. "Oh Rafael. I need you. Oh Rafael. Rafael!"

Suddenly her hands left my hair and her arms wrapped around me. She screamed as her orgasm ripped through her and her nails dug into my back. Her eyes were open, looking straight into mine.

I continued to grind my hips against hers, watching her nearly convulse with the force of her climax. Suddenly I was overwhelmed by the pressure in me exploding into an indescribable wave of pleasure. I came hard and fast, coming until there was nothing left and I was totally spent.

"Did that really just happen?" Jane whispered, covering her smile and blush with her hands.

"Yes." I replied solemnly. "I'm apparently fifteen again. The things you do to me." I buried my nose in her hair, breathing deeply.

Jane grinned. "Actually, Mr Solano, I'm pretty sure it's the things you to to me."

I kissed her again, deeply. "I love you." I breathed. And that night, against all odds, for the first time in months, I slept soundly.

A/n: Obviously he slept soundly after cleaning himself up! I'm convinced Petra's kids aren't Raf's. Hopefully I'm not the only one! Next chapter should be fun and fluffy.