Between two dads
THIS IS RATED M FOR A NICE LITTLE PART AT THE END
"Some day some boy will come and ask me for your hand,
but I won't say 'yes' to him unless I know,
he's the half that makes you whole, he has a poet's soul,
and the heart of a man's man
I know he'll say that he's in love,
but between you and me, he won't be good enough."
-My Little Girl, Tim McGraw
No one moved. All three stared at the cordless phone resting in the charger on top of the bedside table. Not one of them made a move or the effort to answer it.
"Maybe one of you should get that." Adam nervously suggested. "He'll only keep calling."
Flack glanced at Samantha, a bottle of beer at his lips.
"Don't look at me!" she exclaimed.
"He's your father." Flack pointed out.
"Which is exactly why I am not answering. I all ready know what kind of freak out he's going to have."
"I just don't get why you guys haven't told them yet." Adam said, momentarily relaxed when the phone stopped ringing.
"Don was telling his parents tomorrow and then I was going to call mom and Sarge and tell them in the evening." Sam told him. "We wanted to tell everyone here first and get a grip on becoming parents ourselves without dealing with our families too. Especially Sarge and his ranting about pre-marital sex."
Adam laughed. "Neither of us listened to that one." he said. "Especially you. You're more obvious about it than I am."
Sam put her hands on her hips and glared at him. "What is that suppose to mean?" she asked.
"You know, getting pregnant before you're married, practically living with Flack. And that time that Sarge caught you and Zack out back and you guys were..."
"Okay, Adam. Enough." she said. "Let's pretend that incident and him, never happened."
"Can't be any worse than having sex in the back of my SUV in an alley." Flack chimed in.
Adam stared at his sister, horrified by the revelation. "You what? You... you have no shame. Either of you. What's wrong with you people?"
Flack shrugged and stretched out his legs and leaned back against the head board. "Hey, your sister was hurtin' for it and I wasn't going to argue. Besides, I had her cuffed to the steering wheel anyway."
Adam looked as if he was going to be sick. "You...that...that's my sister!"
"Your sister's a nympho." Flack said matter of factly and sipped his beer and flipped the channels on the t.v. with the remote.
"That isn't the entire story." Sam argued. "And no, you're not telling him the entire story either."
Flack grinned. "Our little secret." he said.
"Jesus Christ." Adam was mortified. "You two are seriously disturbed. You're both unhealthy. No wonder she's pregnant."
"Your sister is pregnant 'cause she has a masters degree but can't figure out how to take the pill properly." Flack corrected him.
"How hard could it be?" Adam inquired.
"That's exactly what I said." Flack agreed.
The phone rang again.
Adam blanched and hightailed it for the door. "This is for you two to deal with." he announced.
"You caused this!" Sam reminded him.
"And you should have told them long before now!" Adam shot back and she tossed a pillow at him as he ducked out the door.
The phone was on its tenth ring. Clint was relentless. Flack took a huge swig of beer, and leaned across the bed, sitting the bottle on the nightstand and reaching for the phone. "He's right you know, we should have told our parents way before this." he said. "You realize he's gonna tear me a new one as soon as I answer, don''t you?"
"I know. But it's only going to piss him off more if we don't answer." Sam told him.
Flack sighed and scooped the phone up and pressed talk. "Yeah?" he answered.
"Detective Flack." came that deep, baritone voice.
Can't be good, Flack thought. He called me by my last name. And threw Detective in there. "Clint." he said calmly. Cautiously.
"How's my daughter?"
"She's better. We had a ...she had a...a scare. We had a scare and I took her to the hospital and she got checked out and now she's doing all right. She's in good hands."
"Apparently you've been doing a lot of things with those hands, young man."
Flack was not in the mood to listen to that kind of bullshit at thirty years old. Especially from his future father in law. At least getting off had put the usual snarkiness on the back burner. For now. But if Clint pushed him...
"What's this about my daughter being with child?" Clint asked.
"Maybe you should talk to Samantha." Flack suggested.
Sam swatted him with a pillow and clamped a hand over her mouth. She shook her head vigorously.
Talk to him, Flack mouthed.
She continued to shake her head.
"Actually," Clint was saying. "I'd like to talk to you, Detective. Man to man. Seeing as you were man enough to get my daughter pregnant."
"Your daughter should be the one talking to you." Flack insisted and glared hard at Sam.
"No way in hell!" Sam whispered and took off for the bathroom.
Flack heard the click of the door being locked. You little bitch, he thought. "What would you like me to say?" he asked Clint, leaning back against the pillows and grabbing his beer. Resigned to the fact that this was now or never. Sam was, after all, Clint's daughter, and she was pregnant with his grandchild.
"You could start by telling me how this happened." Clint replied.
"I think you know how babies are conceived." Flack said.
Silence on the other end.
Either that sealed my coffin or he found that funny or he passed out in shock, Flack thought.
"I know how babies are made, son. I am not a stupid man. What I want to know is how you made a baby with my daughter. You're father never teach you about contraception? A man has to take control of things like that. Take responsibility. This wasn't planned, obviously?"
"It wasn't intentional." Flack concurred. "We didn't plan on getting pregnant. It was an accident."
"A mistake you mean.'
Flack cringed at the use of that word. "Calling it a mistake is a bit harsh." he said. "It would have been a mistake if we didn't want the baby. It was unplanned, but not unwanted. We want the baby. We love the baby. We love each other."
"Mm-hm." Clint snorted. "Heard that song and dance before many times, son."
"If it makes any difference, we're getting married in three months." Flack said.
There was a loud clatter as Clint dropped the phone.
So there, Flack thought with a smirk and sipped his beer and grabbed the remote to turn up the channel on ESPN to catch the basketball highlights.
"Jesus Mary and Joseph." Clint managed after he'd recovered. "It just gets worse."
"Clint, you need to deal with the fact that you're daughter isn't a little girl anymore. She grows up more and more every day. And I love her and this is what we want. She's going to be my wife. And she's going to be a mother."
"Look, don't get me wrong, son. I like you. I really do. You're a stand up, respectable, law abiding fella. But all of this...it is way too soon for all of this. For both of you."
Flack could feel his body starting to tense up. Hear his voice getting defensive. "With all due respect, Clint, that's mine and Samantha's business. we're both adults. We did a dumb, immature thing by not taking precautions but we don't regret it. I love her. She loves me. That's all there is to it. This feels right to us and that's what matters."
"What matters is my daughter and now this grand baby of mine. I think what Samantha needs is to come back here or a while, stay with her mother and I, get herself together."
Like fucking hell, Flack thought. "You need to be rational about this Clint. That isn't necessary and you know it."
"Rational? My daughter was impregnated by, and is now going to marry, a guy she barely knows. I know what's best for my daughter, and what's best for her is to come home to me and her mom and get her head on straight again. See what she really wants with no outside interference from anyone."
Flack laughed. "Yeah, right. And you really think Sam is gonna let you do that?"
"She'll understand she needs to do it." Clint said confidently.
"There is no way in hell that I am gonna let you take my wife and my baby to Arizona." Flack argued.
"She's not your wife yet." Clint reminded him.
"Fine. My fiancee. But my fiancee is pregnant with my baby and you're not taking them anywhere. Got that? This is my family. And you're not screwing up my family 'cause you wanna play military daddy on her."
"A couple of months away will do her some good. Make her see if the life she has there, with you, is really the one she wants."
"She wouldn't have said yes when I asked her to marry me if this isn't what she wanted. We wouldn't be planning for our baby. She made the decision to be with me and marry me and have my kid and you need to accept that."
"She's making these decisions because of you." Clint fought back. "Because she doesn't know how to say no."
"Jesus fucking Christ, Clint! She's thirty years old! She makes her own decisions!"
"Not if you're filling her head with all this bullshit nonsense about having a life together and promising her forever. Pressuring her into things."
Remain calm Flack, he told himself. Remain calm. He grabbed the bottle of pain killers sitting amongst all of Sam's pills, and holding the phone to his ear with his shoulder, twisted the cap off the bottle and dumped two small tablets into his hand. He swallowed them with a swig of beer and recapped the bottle and put it back. And it wasn't as if he were in pain. He actually felt pretty damn good. But he needed something to calm him down.
"I am not pressuring her into anything." Flack told him. "You think she'd really be here if she didn't want to be? I am not forcing her to get married or have this baby."
"Anything looks good after Zack." Clint said. "She needs time to think if she's doing this for the right reasons or if she's just doing it because she's afraid to be alone. As a man, I thought you'd be rational about this.'
"Sam is not scared of being alone. She has a fantastic support network here if anything ever went wrong. She has tons of people at her beck and call who would do anything for her. Stop being so overbearing and let her make her own decisions."
"My daughter is vulnerable and needs someone to make the decisions for her at this time." Clint reasoned.
"Well she doesn't need her daddy doing it for her. You can't protect her from the fucking world."
"I can protect her from guys like you and Zack and I'll come there and drag her ass back if I have to.'
"Over my dead body. You're not taking my wife or my child anywhere. That's my kid and I have legal rights when it comes to anything regarding that baby whether its born or not. You come here, you'll be leaving alone 'cause Sam does not leave this city. Understand me?"
"You tell my daughter I'll be there in two days to bring her ass back to me and her momma."
"Don't even fucking think about it!" Flack warned and hung up, tossing the phone onto the bed despite the fact he wanted to toss it against the wall.
He closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the head board. Trying to calm himself. His heart felt like it was going to jump right out of his chest.
The phone rang again and he opened one eye to look down at it. He waited the ten rings for it to stop, then settled back against the pillows and tried to compose himself. When the phone rang again, his eyes snapped open and he grabbed the offending object and jumped off the bed.
"Samantha!" he pounded on the bathroom door. "For fuck sakes! Get out here and talk to your father before this phone ends up across the room or up someones ass!"
"Okay...calm down...give me a second..."
"Are you okay?" he asked, fearing the worst as to what was taking her so long in there.
"I was just going to the bathroom and washing up and brushing my teeth."
"But you're okay though?"
"Don..." she said as she unlocked the door and greeted him with her toothbrush in her mouth. "I'm fine. See? Perfectly fine."
"Any more bleeding?"
"A little bit of left over stuff. Nothing major."
He frowned.
"Nothing major." she assured him and went back to the sink to spit and rinse her mouth and toothbrush.
The phone rang again.
Flack held it out to her as she walked back to him. "He's pissed."
"How pissed is pissed?" she asked.
"On a scale of one to ten? A hundred."
She sighed and took the phone. She pressed talk and held it to her ear. "Hello?...hi, daddy..."
Flack stepped out of her way to let her back into the bedroom area and went into the washroom himself to get cleaned up. Leaving the door open so he could listen to the conversation and put an end to it if it got out of hand. He stood in the doorway, brushing his teeth and watching her as she walked around the room in a pair of black satin lounging pants and a cream colored tank top. Neither did little to hide that small yet visible bump she already showed. The most enormous sense of love and pride went through him every time he saw it.
"Dad," she began in a quiet, calm voice, sitting down in the chair at the table by the window. Pulling over the fruit salad and a fork. She couldn't believe how much she could eat in the last two weeks alone. She dipped a piece of cantaloupe into the dip that came with the salad and popped it into her mouth.
"You need to calm down just a bit." she continued. "I realize I should have called you guys and told you earlier, but Don and I needed some time to just deal with the news on our own before having to listen to other people toss in their two cents worth...well, no, your opinion actually doesn't make a difference..." she listened to the ranting and raving, chewing on a strawberry. "You are entitled to your opinion but I don't want to hear it and neither does Don. It doesn't change anything... you don't have a say in any of this, dad. This is our life and our decision and we are keeping the baby and getting married and that's that."
Flack shook his head at that last part. He could only imagine what was being said on the other end of that conversation. "Tell him to fuck off." he said around the toothbrush in his mouth.
Sam waved him back into the bathroom.
"Want me to tell him?"
Sam frowned and pointed in the direction of the bathroom
"Okay...okay...I'm going." he said and disappeared inside.
"I know how you feel," Sam said into the phone. "You let me know every time we talk. Which isn't often anymore. He is not just some cop, dad. Okay? That's his job. Not his life. And he's a detective and he's a damn good one and you need to respect him for that...of course I'm defending him!" she felt her temper rise.
Flack heard her voice pick up in volume and came out of the bathroom, pulling off his shirt and sitting down on the edge of the bed, watching her out of the corner of his eye while pretending to be interested in what was on t.v.
"You're right! I am sensitive when it comes to him!" she exclaimed. "You're not being fair, dad! Don is a good man and he loves me and this baby and he takes good care of us...you barely even know him!" she pushed the food away, suddenly not very hungry and got to her feet and went to the window, looking out at the skyline. "You barely know him yet you have so much to say about him and make so many judgements about him! ...maybe you should get to know him better! He's the father of your grandchild and he's going to be your son in law in three months...don't yell at me!" she screamed into the phone. "What the fuck is your problem!?"
"Sam," Flack spoke gently, calmly. "Take it easy. Don't get upset. It's not worth getting upset over."
"I am sorry I disappointed you, dad!" she continued to rave. "You don't like my profession, you don't like the city I live in, you're pissed that I got pregnant before I got married. You're pissed Don's a cop and you've got this major hang up about cops 'cause of Zack...he is nothing like Zack!...don't ever, ever compare him to Zack!...you would realize he's not if you gave him a chance!"
"Samantha." Flack spoke more authoritatively this time. "Calm down. Just calm down. You know what the doctor said. Please just calm down."
"Dad he has every right to get involved! He's going to be my husband and he's the father of my baby! He's worried about us! I notice you're not asking me about why I was at the hospital! You just want to rant and rave about me and Don and what we're doing with our lives...the doctor said to avoid stress or something could happen to the baby...or is that something you'd be okay with? Something happening to your bastard grandchild as you so eloquently put it!"
She felt a slight twinge in her stomach and grimaced and laid her hand on the spot.
Flack noticed it and jumped up from the bed. "Hang up." he ordered. "Hang up the fucking phone."
"This is your grandchild no matter how he or she was conceived, dad!" she continued. "No, we are not getting married because I got pregnant!...because I love him...more than I ever thought I'd ever love someone and I want to be with him forever...well I'm sorry you feel that way...don't even think about coming here! There is no way in hell I am going to anywhere with you! I am staying here with Don. You don't have a fucking say in this!"
Flack snatched the phone out of her hand, pressed the end button to hang up the call and tossed the phone onto the table. Then he went and yanked the cord out of the wall behind the nightstand.
Sam watched him do it with a bemused expression on her face. "You'll have to pay for that if you wrecked it." she said.
"So? It's worth it. I said to hang up. Why didn't you hang up?"
"I don't know. I guess I'm just used to fighting back when he gets like that."
"Well you can't do that anymore, okay You can't. You have to to think about the baby. It's not just you anymore."
"Whoa...did I not just say those exact words to you about six hours ago?"
"I'm serious, Samantha. You promised me you'd take it easy. This shit with your dad is not taking it easy. Are you okay? You have pain or anything? I saw you grab your stomach."
"I didn't grab it." she said. "I rubbed it. And it went away. I wouldn't even call it pain. It felt more like a pinch. I'm fine. Just...just pissed off. Can you believe the nerve of that man."
Flack sighed. "He has a right to his opinion." he said.
"Don't be so diplomatic. Don't think it'll hurt my feelings if you say how you feel."
"I just think that your dad needs to deal with the fact that you're all grown up and in control of your own life." Flack told her.
"That's the family rated version of what you really want to say." Sam grinned.
"Trust me, it's better if I don't say anything. 'Cause if I get started, I won't stop. I just don't like the way he's acting or some of the things he said to you. Especially that bastard grandchild part."
She nodded sadly. "Yeah...that part hurt."
He reached out and laid a hand on the side of her face, his thumb stroking her smooth cheek. He kissed her softly. "Does it matter, baby? What he says?"
"Not really. But this is our baby, Don. I don't want anyone saying things like that."
"You need to stop worrying so much about what other people say and just worry about yourself. Can you do that for me? For the baby? 'Cause I don't want anything happening to you guys." he pressed a feathery kiss to her forehead. "And this crap about him coming to New York..."
"I was thinking that maybe I should go there for a while. If I do, it might calm him down a bit. To pacify him."
"What? Are you serious? Fuck, Sam, you can't be serious."
"I just think that if I go willingly, it avoids him coming here. He'll calm down and be less hostile towards you and..."
"No. No way." he said forcefully. "There is no way in hell that I am gonna let you and my unborn baby get on a plane and fly to Arizona and then you guys be gone for who knows how long. No way. You're insane if you think I'd go for that."
"It would only be for a couple weeks, Donnie." she assured him.
"Right. A couple of weeks. Then a couple of weeks turns into a couple of months. He'll get you there and never let you leave. Next thing, I'll be getting a call to say my kid was born. No. You're not going. I can't let you go. I can't take the chance of something happening to you or the baby. Or both. Or having him change your mind about me."
"What? Oh my God. You actually think that could happen?"
"Could it?"
"No! Nothing could ever, ever change my mind about you. I love you. I'm marrying you. I'm having your baby. Nothing he can say will ever make me change my mind. I can't believe you would even think that!"
"I can't let you go. I'm sorry. I know you hate being told what to do. But I can't. Let him come here. He'll see we're happy and we're serious about this. But you're not taking my baby all that way. What if something happens while you're there and I'm all the way in New York?"
"Nothing will happen." she assured him.
"Sam, you can't go. Please don't go. You need to be here where I can keep an eye on you and the baby. You get there and I'm worried he's gonna make you see that I'm not the guy for yo. That I'm just some dumb homicide detective and you're the crazy smart scientist."
"You need to let that go, Donnie. This whole complex with our educations. You don't give yourself enough credit. You are smart. Very smart. I mean, you were smart enough to hook up with me, weren't you?"
He grinned broadly, the dimples in his cheeks pronounced. "Smartest thing I have ever done." he declared.
"And besides. I don't hook up with dumb or boring guys. I hook up with hot guys." she hooked her finger in the waist of his jeans and pulled him closer to her. "Really, really hot guys." she reached for his belt buckle.
He backed away. "Don't even think about it." he said.
She pouted dramatically. "Why not?"
"'Cause tonight is not a good night. You need rest. All the rest you can get."
"What I need Detective Flack, is sex." she ran her hand down onto his crotch.
"Sam, come on. I'm serious. This can't happen. I'll hurt you. The doctor said..."
"The doctor said be careful. Not to put pressure on my stomach. He didn't say we couldn't have sex."
"Sam, seriously. What's going to happen is that I am going to sleep in one bed and you're going to sleep in the other."
"I don't fucking think so, Donald!"
"If I come anywhere near you, I won't be able to stop. So just lie down there and I'll lie down over here. Okay?"
"Why can't we sleep in the same bed?"
"We won't sleep and you know it."
"And that's a bad thing?"
"Tonight, yeah. Humor me. Please?"
"Fine." she huffed and went to the other bed and threw down the sheets. "But don't you dare wake me up at three a.m wanting head or something. Go in the john and use your hand if you get horny."
"You don't have to cut out everything." he complained.
"Sorry. You lost the chance." she turned out the lamp and slipped into bed. "Good night." she said.
"I love you." he said, amused by her sulking.
"Good night, Don."
"This is the best thing for you. Trust me."
She pretended to snore.
He leaned over the bed and kissed the top of her head. "You can be a real little bitch sometimes." he said. "You're lucky I love you as much as I do."
"You're the lucky one buddy." she informed him, rolling over onto her back. "Now kiss me goodnight."
He bent down and kissed her softly. "I love you." he told her.
"I know. I love you, too." she rolled back over onto her side and giggled. "Sometimes."
Flack couldn't sleep. Not that he couldn't. Couldn't was the wrong word. The two percocets he'd taken along with the six beers he'd consumed should have been enough to knock him on his ass, and the second his head hit the pillow he'd felt himself drifting off. Only problem was, Samantha wouldn't let him sleep. There she was in the next bed, where she kept rambling -endlessly it seemed- about anything that she could think of. From previous cases -even ones back in Arizona- to what she wanted the baby's nursery to look like and how she hoped that she wasn't stuck working with Adam day in and day out. She was bugging the shit out of him and getting great enjoyment out of it. Because she knew if she drove him nuts enough, he'd give in and either come and sleep with her or tell her to shut up and get over there with him. The more he told her to be quiet, the more she talked.
She'd fallen silent at quarter to one. And just as he was thinking 'finally' and drifting off to sleep, he heard her get out of bed and assumed she was going to the bathroom. His immediate thoughts were bad ones. Sam was not the type to get up in the middle of the night to go to the washroom. She never woke up for anything, never mind a washroom break. And he was just about to ask her if she was okay when she jumped on him. Nearly knocking the wind right out of him as she came down unexpectedly on his chest.
"Shit, woman!" he exclaimed. "What the hell?"
"Wake up!" she said and bounced up and down on his chest.
"I'm awake, I'm awake...what is wrong with you? What do you want?"
She smiled.
"Other than that."
"I can't sleep by myself anymore."
"Fine. Then lie down and keep on your side of the bed."
"Oh come on, Don. We both know that it is impossible for you to say no to me."
"I am saying no. Now get off of me."
"I don't think so." she said and kissed him, grabbing his hands as they settled on her hips and pining him by the wrists to the mattress above his head.
He kissed her back. He couldnt' help himself. No red blooded male could say no to her. Then he felt her bite his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. It was a complete turn on. "Fuck, Samantha! Why do you have to be so vicious?" he asked.
"You love it." she declared and kissed her way from his hips to his neck, her one hand pulling aside the neck of his t-shirt to kiss and suck the tender spot between his neck and his shoulder. It always drove him crazy.
"Do you mind?" he asked, yanking his head away from her when she bit him. "Stop it with your biting."
"Thought you liked the biting. That you said it always turned you on."
"It does. Believe me. It does."
"What about this?" she asked and licked the side of his neck and up to his ear.
"Shit...don't do that...you know that drives me nuts when you do that."
"Do what?" she asked innocently. "This?" she bit his earlobe lightly.
"That's good too. But I meant..." he felt her tongue graze his inner ear. "That! I meant that!"
Despite his earlier protests, he now had a raging hard on and couldn't stop himself from running his hands along her silky thighs and up and around to her ass and then up her back. She was driving him insane by kissing and licking his ear, sliding her body down his so that his erection, kept contained in his boxers, was pressed up against her bare crotch. He groaned loudly as she rubbed herself against him over and over again, bringing both of them closer and closer to orgasm.
"Baby..." he fought to compose himself. "Stop. You gotta stop. Okay? You don't stop and I'm gonna come like this and that seems like a waste to me."
"Well let's do something about that." she said, and reached around her body to re-direct his hands to her hips.
"I don't want to hurt you, Samantha."
"You won't. I'm fine. If I didn't think I was fine, I wouldn't be wanting to do this."
"The doctor said..."
"He never said we couldn't have sex. He said to be careful when we did. So as long as we're careful, and you're nice and gentle, it's all good. Think you can do that?" she ran her finger tip from the hallow of his throat to his navel, skimming just below the waist of his boxers. Smiling when she felt him shiver. "Or do I have to teach you how to be gentle, Flack?" she asked.
"You can teach me whatever you want, Ross." he replied.
She grinned. "I hate when you call me that."
"I know. It's why I do it." he ran his hands underneath her shirt and along her smooth sides and up to her breasts, looking into her eyes as his hands gently cupped them and he brushed his thumbs over her nipples. Desire sparked in her eyes and her breath hitched and her nipples hardened.
She yanked the shirt up and over her head and tossed it aside. Despite the numerous times they'd been intimate, every time he saw her body he was still in utter amazement. Her smooth, pale skin kissed by the moonlight, her full breasts and her curvy hips. And so much more. Every inch of her felt so good under his hands and tasted so good under his mouth. And now that little bump of hers. God, everything about her was like a drug.
"You are so beautiful." he said and she smiled and moved off of him long enough to pull of his boxer shorts. Kissing her way from his inner thighs and up onto his stomach, tracing over the scar with the tip of her tongue before moving up further. When she licked and nipped at one of his nipples, he almost came right then and there.
"On a hair trigger are we?" she asked playfully, using her tongue to trace a slow path from the hallow of his throat, up the underside of his chin to his lips. She kissed him deeply. "So? How are we going to do this?" she asked.
"Exactly the way we all ready are." he replied.
"Good answer." she said, and straddling him, took his cock in her hand and placed it against her opening. She lowered herself onto him inch by agonizing inch.
He groaned when he was finally all the way inside of her. He ran one hand continued to fondle her breast and play with the nipple as the other one gripping her hip. He noticed her slight grimace.
"You okay?" he asked.
She nodded. "Just a little sore. I'm okay."
"We don't have to..."
"Yes. We do. I want to. You want to."
"I do. It's just that..."
She silenced him with a kiss. Letting her lips graze a path from his mouth, down onto his neck, over his throat and then down to his navel before righting herself again. She moved slowly, patiently, her hands on his chest, looking deep into his eyes as she made love to him. His hand moved from her breast and down over her stomach, his fingertips finding her clit and massaging it lightly.
She groaned and closed her eyes. She moved faster, harder when the pain subsided and was replaced with pleasure. The fingers on her clit were working her into a frenzy, her breathing was becoming quicker, her movements harder and erratic. He rubbed more firmly at her clit and ran the fingers of his other hand down the cleft of her ass and brought his head up to suck and lick at one of her nipples. She came powerfully. Throwing her head back and screaming his name. The clenching and tightening of her inner muscles bringing him to climax almost immediately after her. Moaning loudly, his name on her lips.
She collapsed onto his sweat slicked chest. Listening to his heart pounding in unison with her own. His hand lightly trailing up and down her back.
"You are so fucking amazing." he panted.
She smiled and sighed in contentment. "I am so tired now." she said.
"Me too. I took two of those percs and with all the beer I had, you're lucky I could even do anything. I feel like a zombie."
"You took some pills? I should be giving you shit for drinking with them."
"I took two." he told her.
"For me?"
"Well, actually, I took them to calm myself down while I was talking to your dad." he admitted.
She frowned. "Next time you'll take them for me?"
"Who says there'll be a next time?" he asked.
She yanked some of his chest hair.
"Oww! Sorry! Sorry! Yes, next time, I will do it for you. I promise."
"Good." she said and kissed him. Then climbed off of him and and lay down on her back.
Flack reached for the box of tissues on the nightstand and grabbed a handful. Using them to clean between her legs gently before cleaning himself. Tossing them into the trash can beside the bed, he settled down beside her, lying on his side, his hand on her stomach, rubbing it in soft circles.
"I love you." he said, nose and lips against her cheek.
"I love you too."
"Both of you." he said and patted her tummy. "Somewhere in there."
"I think he's more right here." she said and moved his hand down and to the left. "He was on the left during the ultrasound tonight."
"He?" Flack asked with a boyish grin.
"Mother's intuition."
"A boy, huh?" he nuzzled her cheek. "I'd really like that. My first born being a boy."
She smiled and entwined her fingers with his as his hand lay on her stomach. "Me too." she said. "Although I kind of feel bad for the kid."
"Why's that?"
"I did the math. According to the due date the doctor gave me, the poor kid was conceived in the back of your SUV."
"There's no way of accurately pin pointing that when we made love three times that day." he told her.
"Knowing our luck, that will be the time."
"Better than in the bathroom of a bar."
She giggled. "True. Much better than that."
"You know what I just realized?" he asked.
"What? And since when are you so cuddly and into pillow talk?"
"You're changing me. I just realized that we're complete nymphos."
She giggled even louder. "You just realized that? I realized that the first night we were together. What was it? Five times?"
"Six if we count the time we fell off the bed and you smacked your head off the floor." he chuckled.
"That was so your fault." she laughed.
"I'm just glad I didn't have to take you to the hospital for stitches."
"That would have been tragic." she said.
"Yes...it would have." he kissed her cheek. "I love you so much, Samantha. Thank yo."
"For what?"
"Choosing me. For loving me back. And for giving me this." he patted her tummy again.
She smiled and turned her head into his and kissed his forehead. "I do love you." she said. "You'll never know how much. Think we'll still be like this when we're eighty?"
"Hell no. We'll be like this when we're a hundred."
"You'll be bored of me long before then." she told him.
"Never." he promised.
She yawned noisily and rolled onto her side and snuggled into him, her back against his chest.
"I love you both." he said, kissing her shoulder and rubbing her tummy. "I just hope I never let you guys down."
"Not a chance." she assured him.
He kissed the back of her head and pulled her as tight into him as he could. Closed his eyes and buried his face in her hair.
Before long they were fast asleep. Peacefully. Contently.
Tomorrow was another day.
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