A/N: Jim and Melinda had some good old fashioned lovin' together after they had their third baby :) Enjoy xx Mariah
Ages:
Faith - 70
Delia - 40
Jim - 40
Melinda - 36
Ned - 14
Katie - 11
Aaron - 6
Mackenzie - 6 months
Jim was late. He was so late. He had said he would be home over an hour ago when he'd left to go grocery shopping and drop Katie off at Hannah's. He turned the knob slowly, expecting a cacophony of screams echoing off the walls when he opened the front door, but all was quiet.
That almost worried him more because Mackenzie was always crying. She hadn't learned how to self soothe yet, but she was only six months. Katie had been a quiet baby, but a tricky toddler. Her brother had been the opposite, and Mackenzie was still too little to tell. She was definitely tricky but they could handle her.
Jim quickly shrugged off his jacket and kicked his running shoes near the others and walked through the downstairs level. It seemed to be empty and quiet. He walked upstairs then, the top stair creaking as he stepped into the hallway and toward the nursery.
"Mel?" He called out softly.
He received a strained, quiet shush in the process. His head looked toward the rocker and he turned in that direction, finding her cradling their infant daughter against her chest.
"Jim, I swear—" The soft color of the infant's hair made him smile. His mother hadn't stopped boasting about it. Her grandbaby had her hair color. Neither of her boys had, but Mackenzie did and that just sent her to the moon. "I just got her down. Aaron is asleep too. I tucked him in a minute ago. He tuckered out in the backyard running around."
"I'm sorry for being home so late. My surgery ran late." He said, kissing her cheek. He carefully took Mackenzie from her, rocking her as he kissed her cheek. He had to keep her asleep. Oh, he just had to. "I should have texted you."
"I figured as much," she chuckled softly and stood up. "But nothing too bad happened while you were gone. Kenz and I were watching Aaron run around outside like I said. She enjoyed the little bit of outside time. She loves grass."
"So I take it you had a good afternoon?" He said, smiling as he laid the baby down in her crib on her backside.
She couldn't help but watch him as he laid her down carefully. He was so good at this. Making her comfortable when he got home. Mackenzie settled and slept peacefully still and Jim smiled, turning back to her.
Today had been his first day back at work since she was born. It had been a bit of a scare when Mackenzie came, and he had been nervous to leave home so quickly after. Mackenzie was born two months early when Melinda's water had broken after the stress of a car accident. She had needed to deliver within sixteen hours or their baby would die because Mackenzie was not to term and breached.
It had been a whole month before Mackenzie came home when she finally made the normal weight goal. Their little girl had been on a feeding tube for her first three weeks of life and in the critical care unit for the first week. It had been a long journey for them, but Mackenzie was home, safe, and only getting stronger.
Melinda stepped toward him, licking her lips. She had told him many times how she loved the way he looked in his scrubs and the way they'd cling to him after a long shift. Today was no different; his hair was tousled and his eyes were tired when he turned back to her.
"Jim?" She said, reaching out for him and pulling him closer to her. Her voice was tinged with desperation. God, she wanted him already and he wasn't about to say no in any way to her. They hadn't had more than a moment of time to themselves in this last year, let alone the last five months. "We need to have sex right now, and the fact that we haven't in the last month is crazy."
"Melinda," he grasped her hips, beginning to pull her yoga pants down immediately as he nipped at her neck while she pulled him into their bedroom. "I dreamt of this last night while I was at work..."
She closed the door behind them and locked it as she kissed him and turned around, pressing her ass into his crotch. "We need to be quiet," she laughed as she kissed him, grounding against him as he squeezed her ass in his hands lightly.
"Because I'm the one who should be getting the noise lectures," he said as he brought her to the bed. "Do you know how embarrassing it is when he tries to make jokes about it when I'm taking the trash out?"
"Mmm… don't remind me, Jim." Melinda flushed, knowing full well it was her voice that tended to carry further than his whenever they were together in bed. He did make just as much noise but hers was the only one their old neighbor ever heard apparently.
He eased her shirt up, his mouth attaching to her swollen nipple. She keened as his tongue swirled around the tender flesh, moaning just like he did when he tasted the sweetness of her breast milk.
"You know… my mom said that I was a biter too," he whispered, his fingers touching the skin there where Mackenzie had nibbled on her skin, even scratched her with her ever-growing fingernails and he smiled at her. "I love you for everything. For how difficult this has been and how strong we are now because of it."
"I love you for everything too," she panted and brought his lips back to hers, moaning as he teased her entrance with his fingers. He eased her panties down and she ground against him in anticipation. She wanted her husband bad. "Take your shirt off."
His scrubs were long gone seconds later and it was hard for her to stifle her moan as he pushed into her. With a sometimes crabby and smart eleven-year-old, rambunctious six-year-old, and a six-month-old infant, the couple hadn't had as many opportunities to be together recently.
She'd missed the feeling of him. His hands rested on her hips, pulling her tighter to his body for a deeper angle.
"Fuck," he exhaled when he took a moment to take in the feeling of her again. "Oh… yes… oh, yes."
Their labored breathing was music to his ears. He wanted to give her everything she wanted from him and this physical expression of their love was the way she wanted him.
She arched her back and grasped his shoulder, bringing his lips down to hers to capture their moans. He grabbed her leg and placed it behind his hip, driving harder into her.
"Mel," his voice was hoarse and throaty, a sign that he wasn't going to last much longer.
She bit her lower lip, moving against him as much as possible to help him hit the best angle. "Come for me, Jim," she moaned, kissing his neck. "I want to feel you." She sucked on his neck, biting a little the way he liked it. "Oh, yes… right there." Her eyes closed as he palmed her breasts, lathering his tongue around her nipples. "Jim… oh, Jim."
"Oh," he gasped. "Melinda, I am so close."
"Mommy?" It was a little voice, like Aaron's. It had to be his. Katie was out of the house.
Oh fuck. Had they locked the door?
"Aaron?" Melinda asked as she grabbed a blanket up and over them as their six-year-old son rubbed his eyes on her side of the bed.
She could feel him pulsing inside her, unable to stop his body in time. They both reached quickly for more blankets to cover up themself and as soon as Jim could, he rolled onto his back with his knees up to help hide what he could.
"Hi…hi honey," Melinda said, breathlessly as she closed her eyes and smacked her chapped lips. "What…what are you doing in Mommy and Daddy's room? I thought you were sleeping?"
"You said you'd make me a snack when Kenzie is sleeping," Aaron said as if it were the most obvious answer in the world. "I'm hungry, mommy. Could you make me grilled cheese?"
Melinda rubbed her hands over her face. "Right. I remember. Snack time. Well, honey, why don't you go back to your room, and Daddy and I will come to get you when your sandwich is ready. Okay?"
"Okay. I'll finish my movie," he shrugged, rubbing his eyes.
Melinda waited until she heard Aaron shut the bedroom door and turned back to him. "Um… do you think he knew what we were doing?"
"I think we just scarred our son for life," he groaned, rubbing his face before rolling over to look at her too.
"I think so too," she concluded but laughed as she kissed him. She pulled back a moment later sighed. "What do we do about it? How old were you when your parents gave you the talk? I was like nine when my mom started talking to me, but I went through puberty early."
Jim flushed, rolling his eyes. "They didn't. My brother mostly told me what to do, but my dad pulled me aside before a dance once when I was sixteen and gave me a condom. But we had sex-ed in school too, remember?"
Melinda groaned. Sex-ed in school was mostly a joke; it was never a surprise to her why so many girls ended up with round bellies and unplanned babies. She had already started that conversation with Katie even though she hadn't started her period. "We need to talk to him about it. We have to be better than our parents."
"Maybe," he shrugged, leaning over to kiss her neck. "Or maybe we wait for him to bring it up, first. He's only six. Maybe he will forget about it. Did he even see anything?"
"We were just very intimately having sex, Jim, and there wasn't anything hiding anything on his walk to my side of the bed," she groaned, covering her face.
"Well," he sighed, chuckling slightly. "At least he saw the right way to do it."
"Jim, this isn't a joke," she laughed along with him and pushed him off of her. "I am being serious about this. We need to do something if he says anything." Melinda didn't buy that her son would just forget what he saw, but she liked the idea of not discussing it with their child until they had to.
"Alright. I promise if Aaron mentions anything that we will have a talk with him, okay?" He pushed himself up out of bed, going to his closet to dress. "Let's go make him a sandwich. He can have a cookie because yeah, we scarred him a little. But he can heal with his cookie. We're better than our parents right?"
She laughed at her husband's antics. He was always a jokester about stuff.
"Maybe we should have another baby so we can even things out and not make the same mistakes, right?" She sighed, getting out of bed.
He looked over at her, licking his lips as he did. "I think we could do that," he giggled and kissed her.
It had been almost six weeks since Aaron had walked in on them and he hadn't brought it up once. Melinda was still paranoid, but at least she didn't cringe anytime her son opened his mouth to ask a question now.
Maybe Jim really had been right and he forgot what happened. After all, Melinda thought, how much could he really have seen?
And Aaron wouldn't know really what happened other than Mommy and Daddy being together in bed. Their son had seen them cuddle before, and kiss, and even a little bit more than kissing when they were walked in on in the kitchen once before by both of their children.
They had moved past it and a little bit before Christmas time they invited everyone over for a family potluck dinner. Jim made a pot roast with all the fixings and everyone brought their choice of a side or a dessert.
"What's the big occasion, you guys?" Faith asked, settling herself in at their dining room table next to Katie, as she insisted.
"Oh, it's nothing. We just wanted to get everyone together to celebrate life. Mackenzie is doing great and so are Katie and Aaron, and Jim and I too. We wanted to check in on everyone else too." Melinda smiled as Jim brought out the pot roast. "Plus Jim and I feel like we should start a tradition like this where we all see each other every week."
"That sounds wonderful," Delia added, smiling as she sat next to Aaron on the other side of the table and helped serve him a plate of food.
Jim sat at the opposite end of the table as Delia and Tim sat down too. Ned was there as well but was glued to his phone. Mackenzie was eating a bit of mashed potatoes and gravy that Jim had given her and she smiled at her mother.
"I did hope you were going to say you were pregnant again. That's pretty much happened with Dan and Jim being back to back," Faith blushed, blabbing a bit before silencing herself with a sip of wine.
Melinda laughed while shaking her head. "No, I am not pregnant." She said firmly but smiling at Jim as she began to serve a plate for Katie. "We aren't planning another baby any time soon."
"Mommy? Are you sure?" Aaron giggled as Delia passed him his plate. "You and daddy were naked together in bed, remember?"