Recently her bump became visible, she could sense it. He was nowhere to notice, as each night he stayed up late writing, not even going to bed with her. She fell asleep alone and woke up to him still asleep on the pillow near her. She started to gain appetite again, as nausea seem to leave her be finally.

Something inside her awoke, as she felt alive again. But reading was not enough anymore. All of those stories seemed so mediocre now that she knew what true love really was. But knowing better than to disturb him and pull him out of his newfound passion, she simply was asking if he would go to bed with her each night. And each night the answer was the same. Soon.

Soon didn't came though. Soon wasn't soon enough. She still felt somewhat exhausted after a long day, so she fell asleep as soon as her head met pillow each night.

But tonight.

Tonight, she was reminiscing on their last conversation.

"Will you let me read any of what you're so passionately writing each day?" She was about to enter their bedroom, but the sight of him stopped her and made her ask this after all this time.

"I will." He looked up at her suddenly. "I will." He tried to reassure her giving her the best nice smile of his. "I just need some more time." He tried to explain, but she looked down right away, reaching for door.

"Okay." She said simply looking down.

"Just some more time, I promise." He said fast, before she would be gone.

"I said. Okay." Her tone was far away from nice, as she repeated her earlier words,

"I just want to prove I am somebody without you." His voice was higher than usual, making her stop while in the process of opening the door. "No, it sounded wrong." He said making a pause that also stopped her and made her look up at him once again, waiting for him to explain it. "What I mean is I want to show it to some printers before you are able to read it. If they say it's worth publishing, you are the first person I want to show it too." Tears started peaking in her eyes, hearing those words. "I just want to know I am somebody." The vulnerability in his voice was quite visible, as she let go of the door making half a step towards him.

"You are more than this. I meant every word when I said you're writing is excellent." She tried to make him see himself with her eyes, but each time he just was not confident enough to do so. Maybe, indeed that's what he needs to do.

"I know. It's just important for me to do it alone first." He said somewhat shyly, looking down as those words exit his lips. "I would love your advice once they read a half and say it's good enough." He said suddenly looking at her with hope.

"It's more than good enough, I am sure, Colin." All she wanted to do was hug him, kiss him. Make him believe in himself the way she does, but only time could do that and she knew it.

"Thank you." He said almost silently.

"Are you going to bed?" She asked, reaching for door handle again.

"Soon."

Soon never came. She fell asleep thinking about him. About them. About future. Past. And present without him but with him at the same time.

But now days later she truly missed his arms around her. Inside her. On her breasts. On her body.

She needed him. She craved him near her. There was no one else who could feel this void. She fell asleep, needing him, but he wasn't there. He was and wasn't near her. In their bed.

She awoke with first morning lights, feeling his heat on the other side of the bed. And suddenly her thoughts ran to her last conversation with her sisters.

It was late evening, as she was sitting in the living room of her old house, with her sisters. Their mama already went to her room, as they kept talking about everything and nothing. Recently they became closer than ever. They became close and that was already a wonder for her.

"I wish I wouldn't be with child." Philippa said.

"Why so? Aren't you happy?" Penelope asked slightly confused.

"I am." Philippa said, nodding her head. "I am. But this new passion of my husband is something that makes me sick." She made a gag expression as she said it.

"Is he also?" Prudence cut in.

"Is yours too?" Both Philippa and Prudence looked at each other in awe.

"What are you talking about? What new passion?" Penelope was completely confused.

"Colin didn't once asked you to..?" Prudence asked, not being able to finish the sentence.

"Asked me to … what?" Penelope just got more confused and frustrated, as no one would tell her exactly what they were talking about.

"Oh, you're lucky, Pen!" Philippa said somewhat jealous.

"So lucky!" Prudence exhaled a deep breath.

"About what? I don't understand!" Pen just wanted to know. Why they kept on not telling her? Why was she lucky, when her husband didn't had time for her at all?

"Maybe it's better you don't." Prudence said shyly.

"Just tell me!" Penelope demanded raising her voice.

"Okay. Okay. Calm down." Prudence spoke up again. "Well, apparently both of our husbands really enjoy when we lick their… you know…" She tried to explain.

"Their what?" Pen asked again impatiently.

"Their member! That part of the body, you know…" Philippa cut in.

"Oh." Pen was really confused there for a moment, as she gathered a courage to ask. "What do you mean lick?" She wanted nothing but clear answer.

"Well, more suck on it even." Philippa said.

"So disgusting and it hurts!" Prudence added.

"Yes! It's really uncomfortable. Especially when it's too deep inside my throat." Philippa announced disgustedly.

"They put it in your mouth?" Penelope asked curiously, a picture starting to form in her head.

"You are so lucky Colin is not asking that of you." Philippa said jealously.

"And they enjoy it?" Pen added asking.

"Oh, they love it!" Prudence spoke up, looking at Philippa. "He's asking me to do it almost every day. Just like the thing we used to do is not exciting for him anymore." She rolled her eyes saying it.

As the conversation went on, Penelope couldn't help but wonder… What if Colin indeed wanted that, but could not ask it of her? Was it really that horrible as her sisters described? Was Colin indeed not as excited about their bed time as he used to be? Was that the reason?

As those memories reminisced in her mind, being fully awake and needing to be close to him, she decided to give it a try. Her sisters indeed described more than she wished to hear. But if that could bring him back, she would at least try it. And she was laying right near him. He was already completely naked, so wasn't that a fun way to wake him up?

She sat up on the bed and put the blanket away from them, as she looked at his sleeping form. She got between his legs, and started with simple touch on his leg. He did not even move, being so deep in his sleep. She saw a slight twitch in his lower area, as she took in her hand. She ran her hand a few times up and down, just as he showed her. And than taking a deep breath, she kissed the top. Slowly she put it in her mouth, slightly sucking on it, as she felt it grow and become harder under her touch. Just a few moments after she got exactly what her sisters were talking about. It wouldn't fit in her mouth fully, and it was a completely different feeling. She kept her hand on the other side, as she kept putting it in and out in her mouth. His first moan surprised her, as she suddenly looked up, while continuing her movements. She knew he was still half asleep, but she could feel him starting to wake up under her touch.

Just as she was getting more confident, his eyes flew open with a loud 'Oh!'

"Pen, you don't have to…" He started to say but as she once again took him deep enough, he moaned loudly. "You don't…" he tried again, but she just increased her speed, which made him even more speechless.

She could not say anything, but she continued her movements. Sucking, licking, taking it as deep as she could.

He tried to control his hips to not move up in direction to her. And then suddenly he grabbed her head with both of his hands and pulled it up, away from what she was doing to him. It felt like a sinful bliss, but she didn't have to do it for him. As he saw her confused and slightly scared glare, he quickly sat up and pulled her lips on his.

As sudden as this kiss started for her, as suddenly it was over. His eyes dark looking into her clear blue once.

"Where…?" He started but couldn't really form a question. "How…?" He tried again.

But all that felt right was kiss her again, and that was exactly what he did. He kissed her with all of the passion, all of the love he had for her. He quickly switched their positions, as he moved on to kissing her neck, his fingers already at her core, ready to enter. Her loud moan. His fingers moving inside.

After just a few minutes he entered her hard and deep, as he caught another moan of hers with his lips.

Right in that moment he felt just how badly he missed her all this time. Questions in his mind lost somewhere, as all that mattered was the now and then. The feeling of her around him. Under him. Moaning, howling, arching. Her hands on his back, in his hair. Her lips on his neck as he groaned himself. He was so close. To close.

Reaching his hand between her body, with just a few strokes he made her walls squeeze him, as they both fell into an oblivion of love and care in each other's arms.

What felt like forever later, she laying in his arms, as he asked.

"Where did that come from?" He said as his hand was lost in her hair.

"I missed you." She said caressing his chest.

"You don't have to do anything you don't like, Pen." He took a deep breath. As much as he liked it, he knew most women didn't enjoy it at all.

"Who said I didn't like it?" She asked suddenly looking up at him.