I'm back with a new chapter, I hope you enjoy it! Now, off to do some more cleaning...


A couple weeks had passed and all the kids were feeling better, save for some fatigue, and all three were back at school, the mono likely not contagious to anyone. The kids were at school and Olivia was perusing the egg donor site to find a donor who somewhat resembled her so the baby would look like a combination of her and Charles, even if it wasn't her egg being used to Make this baby. "So many options," she whispered and clicked on one donor and looked through her profile. "Hmm, she's a contender." She wrote down the number associated with the donor and she continued to search.

Charles walked in the door with bags. Olivia moved to help him and he gratefully allowed her to help him carry some of the bags. Once they both put their bags down, he pulled her close and kissed her soundly on the lips. He pulled away and smiled. "How goes the search?"

Olivia shrugged. "I found a couple of contenders. But I wanted you to be here so we can choose a donor together."

Charles smiled. "Well, I'm back from the grocery store now, we can look together." He started putting away the groceries and watched her start to put away some things too. "Are you sure you're okay with us using an egg donor? Maybe we have them take a few of your eggs and just see what happens?"

Olivia looked at him. "Are you okay with us using an egg donor? Because if not—"

Charles rested his hands on her hips. "Whatever you want to do baby."

Olivia sighed. "But it's not just what I want to do. It has to be what both of us want or one of us is going to be unhappy, and that's not how a baby should come into the world. That's not how I want my child to come into the world."

Charles looked at her. "I know, okay, I worded it wrong, but I'm happy with whatever you want to do, though in a perfect world we'd be using your eggs."

Olivia looked at him and pursed her lips, thinking. "We'll ask the doctor what she thinks is best, if it's worth it to try with my eggs, but we should still pick a donor in case she says no, or in case my eggs don't work."

Charles kissed her temple and smiled. "We can do that," he whispered and lifted her chin, kissing her again.

Olivia kissed him back. "Mm." She smiled into the kiss and wrapped her arms around him, making no effort to end the kiss. Once he pulled away she looked at him with a smile. "I love when you do that," she whispered. "I love you," she ran her hands over his chest.

Charles pulled her closer and held her hips. "I love you, too."

Olivia smiled. "How about we make lunch and then we can look at some of these donors after we eat?"

Charles smiled and tucked a tendril of hair behind her ear. "I think that sounds like the perfect plan." He nuzzled her nose and rested his forehead against hers. Both closed their eyes and stayed like that for a minute. He moved after that minute and he kissed her forehead. "What do you want for lunch?"

Olivia bit her bottom lip. The tenderness of the moment that had just passed was not lost on her. "Hmm, taco salad?"

Charles smiled. "Taco salad it is, my love." Charles got to work making lunch and Olivia sat at the breakfast nook and watched him.

Olivia smiled. "You're so sexy when you cook." She said matter of factly. "When you do anything really."

Charles smiled at her, seasoning the taco meat and assembling the chopped lettuce and various toppings in tortilla bowls. "Look who's talking."

Olivia blushed. "I'll never get used to you complimenting me like that. Just when I start to believe it, the old tapes come back and start playing in my head again. But then, as if on cue, you compliment me again and they stop." She got off her stool and walked over to him, wrapping him in her arms. "I try to get those old tapes to stop all together, but they manage to weasel back in."

Charles wrapped his arms around her and tilted her chin up. "I will never stop complimenting you, my beautiful, stunning, drop dead gorgeous wife." He whispered and kissed her softly as he cradled her face in his hand.

Olivia kissed him back and rested her hand on his. "Mm," she broke the kiss and smiled. "I love you, Charles Brooks. What did I ever do to deserve you?"

Charles shook his head. "I'm the one who should be asking that question. Livia, you've survived so much in your life, from the time you were a kid, and you still have this great propensity to love. I'm in awe of you."

Olivia stood on her tiptoes and kissed him soundly on the lips. "I'm not going to lie, Noah, you, the girls… you all keep me going. Even in my darkest of times."

Charles took her hands in his. "I feel the same way, Livia."

Olivia smiled. "Not to break the moment, but can we finish this conversation as we eat? I'm positively famished."

Charles chuckled. "We absolutely can." He caressed her face, then turned and finished assembling the taco salads. He served them at the breakfast nook and they sat down in front of their salads and started to eat, continuing their earlier conversation and just talking as they ate.

Once they finished, Olivia opened her laptop and pulled up the egg donor website and pulled up the first one. "Now, she doesn't look like me now, but her baby pictures are pretty similar to mine." She pulled up the next one. "I thought we looked pretty similar now, but her baby pictures don't look like mine at all." She continued pulling up egg donor profiles until she worked herself up into a tizzy. "How am I— we— how are we supposed to choose?" She asked, looking at him.

Charles got up and stood behind her, rubbing her shoulders. "Okay. Let's put this away for now. It's a big decision but it doesn't need to be made right this second. Let's go upstairs and see if we can't get your mind off of this for a little bit before the kids come home?"

Olivia looked back at him. "Are you seducing me, Mr. Brooks?"

Charles smirked. "Not intentionally. There are so many ways we can get your mind off this. Sex is just one of them."

Olivia turned on her stool and smiled. "And what are my other options?"

Charles kissed her neck and spoke between nibbles of her skin. "Massage," he whispered. "Bath," his voice was raspy. "Make out session."

Olivia tilted her head to the side and moaned. "Uh-huh," she replied to each one of the options. "Can all of them end in an orgasm?" She asked, her voice cracking as he continued to kiss her neck.

Charles smiled and looked into her eyes, cradling her face with both hands. "As you wish," he whispered and kissed her passionately, picking her up off the chair, carrying her upstairs to the master bedroom. "Bathtub, or bed?"

Olivia's eyes had darkened, her chest heaving. "Bathtub." She panted out. He carried her into the bathroom and set her down. She looked at him and smiled. "Well, are you going to help me take these clothes off or not?"

Charles grinned and pulled her closer, taking her top off over her head, his hands running over her smooth skin. "So soft," he nuzzled her nose. "Do you want to have a quickie before the bath, a screaming orgasm while we bathe or mind blowing sex after? We have time for one of the above before the kids get home."

Olivia pulled his shirt over his head, unbuttoning his jeans. "I vote mind blowing sex," she whispered and kissed him again passionately. "But wouldn't be opposed to an orgasm in the bath," she whispered, pushing his pants and boxers down. "Ooh!" She gasped, seeing his erection spring free from the confines of his boxers.

Charles moaned, feeling her hand wrap around him, starting to stroke him gently. He pushed her leggings and panties down and he pushed her up against the wall. "You want a bath? Cause I need to get it ready and I can't—" he gasped as she squeezed him gently. "I can't do that if you keep this up."

Olivia moved her hand and put her hands up. "Run the bath," she whispered and winked. "Don't keep me waiting too long."

Charles ran the bath and put in bath salts and some bubble bath, letting the tub fill. He walked over to her and took her hand, stepping into the tub first before helping her in. They sat down, her back to his front, and he ran his hands over her skin. "You're gorgeous."

Olivia smiled and leaned back and kissed him. "Mm," she giggled as he broke the kiss and kissed down her neck. She let out a moan and closed her eyes. "That feels good," she inhaled through her teeth. "So, so good."

Charles let one of his hands fall to her pussy, gently rubbing her clit in circles, hearing her moans. "Yeah, you like that baby?"

Olivia nodded. "More." She gasped and squeezed his free hand and moved it to her breast. "Baby, please!"

Charles smirked. "You'll get your orgasm. I promise you." He whispered. "But it's going to be in bed, I'm going to bring you right to the edge," he bit her earlobe and licked over the shell of her ear. "Let the pleasure wash over you."

Olivia whined and pouted. "But I want my orgasm now."

Charles started to kiss her neck again and then kissed up to behind her ear. "I can drain the tub and bring you to bed and fuck you senseless," he whispered, teasing her enterance with his fingers. "Is that what you want, baby?"

Olivia smirked. "Will that get us both to orgasm faster?"

Charles smirked back. "It's highly likely."

Olivia leaned forward and started to drain the tub. She stood up, suds peppered her skin in various places, starting to slide down her body. "Come on."

Charles stood up and stepped out of the bath, helping Olivia out. He handed her a towel and she dried herself off, watching him do the same. She hung her towel up and walked into the bedroom, turning around and sitting on the bed, waiting for him.

Olivia crossed her legs and smiled when she saw him start to walk into the bedroom. She saw him sit next to her and she kissed him, maneuvering herself so she was sitting high in her knees, straddling him. "So, this whole fuck me senseless part?"

Charles held her hips. "Yes?"

Olivia smiled. "Tell me what to do," she whispered, kissing his neck. "Because I need you. All of you."

Charles moved both of them so they were in the middle of the bed. "On your hands and knees," he whispered.

Olivia did as she was told. He knelt behind her and entered her in one swift motion. Olivia fell forward and buried her head in the mattress. "Charles!" She moaned and felt him pull her up, back to her hands and knees, by her hair. He spanked her and then started moving hard and fast. Two orgasms later he'd fucked her into oblivion, leaving her unable to string two words together. He collapsed on top of her and then rolled off of her, slipping out of her. Both lay there panting.

Charles rolled on his side to face her and gently stroked her hair. "You want some water?" Olivia nodded, smiling wide. Charles got up and kissed her sweaty forehead. "I'll be right back." Charles went downstairs and got two bottles of water and walked back upstairs, seeing Olivia sitting up against the headboard. "You okay?"

Olivia nodded. "Perfect," she whispered and saw him hand her a water bottle. "Thank you," she opened the water bottle and chugged half of it.

Charles sat next to her on the bed. He took a few swigs of his water and he turned her face towards his. "Did I hurt you? I was spanking and pulling, and squeezing a little hard."

Olivia smiled and caressed his face. "It was perfect. You're perfect." She spoke barely above a whisper. "It was exactly what I needed. Thank you." She kissed him softly. "Baby, I will always tell you if you're hurting me, I promise, okay. Never ever think that you hurt me if I didn't say you did. I'm a big girl, I can handle a little hard spanking and hair pulling and hip squeezing. I may be sore for a little bit, but it's the good kind of sore, and I know that no matter what, you'd never want to hurt me, or hurt me on purpose. Okay?"

Charles smiled and kissed her palm. "Okay," he whispered and set his water down on his nightstand, and he saw her do the same, and lay down, covering herself with the blankets. "Get some rest baby. Don't worry about the kids, I'll meet them downstairs when they get home. They're all probably going to want naps when they get home anyway."

Olivia smiled and watched him set his alarm. "Come. Hold me." She said softly, cuddling up next to him when he lay down and letting out a small moan when he held her. "Mm, thank you."


A/N: Thanks for reading, leave a review if you feel so inclined, and I'll see you in the next one!