Blushing even more, Martha whispered, "Thomas...You aren't so bad yourself, my incredible husband...Can I confess something?", and at Thomas's nod, "I know I always am brave and aloof when it comes to working with the unfortunate and socializing with the rich, but I...I'm scared...I know I am proud to show off my accents and such when I need it, but you...you are the only man to see me like this, and I...I was told that it's going to hurt...", as she is slightly aligned against the pillows, almost engulfed by Thomas' frame over her, with the faint smell of foreplay sex in the air, sweat and such.
"I'll be as gentle as I can, Martha...", Thomas whispered to her. "I promise. I know it'll hurt at first... but trust me, if you want me to stop and take all the time you need, I'll be more than happy to give it to you.", he told her.
Martha looked at him as she listened, and she whispered, "I believe you, Thomas...", taking a deep breath as she tried to relax, and opened her legs slightly more than they already were, and nodded, "Okay.", as it's not just her first time, but also Thomas' first time as well.
Thomas smiled gently, kissing her on the lips tenderly before landing pecks on her neck slowly and lovingly as he moved his hips closer, gently grazing Martha's vagina with his prepped and eager rod, causing Martha to moan in pleasure, relaxing slightly more.
She gave a small moan at the pleasure she was feeling at that moment. Thomas gave a small chuckle when he heard that, "Sounds like someone's a bit excited at the same time...".
"Can you blame me? I'm almost shaking with excitement while also feeling fear... like skydiving or something like that in a way...", Martha told him.
Thomas smiled warmly, "I hear you, though we haven't done skydiving, but it sounds like the right analogy for it...", as he gently and slowly came through the resistance, as Martha instinctively gasped and moaned in slight pain and pleasure, her hands grasping his shoulders almost firmly yet not too tightly.
"Alright so far?", Thomas whispered softly, and Martha nodded, "Yes...Keep coming, but gentle and slow like you said...", and he nodded, fighting the urge to thrust as he was awed of her incredible moist warmth, feeling her tight vaginal walls squeezing through him, "So tight, Martha...", moving a centimeter at a time, hearing Martha's moans of pleasure.
Martha replied, "Thomas, yes, you're perfect...I fit you so good...", sighing and moaning in pleasure as he took his time for a few minutes before he felt the barrier to his womanhood, and he paused, looking at Martha, "Do you still want me to break it?".
She smiled at him, loving even more of his amazing compassion and incredible consideration to check for her permission, and replied, "I'm ready...Please, let us be one...We waited so long for this...".
"Alright then... I'll give a quick count...", Thomas said as she nodded and steeled herself. "One... two... three!", he shouted before he thrusted, and pain shot throughout her whole body. She wrapped herself around him tightly as she had a muffled scream of pain.
Thomas quickly kissed her tears, caressing her hair and back as he paused, waiting for her to take her time, "I'm here...It's okay...it will go away...", as she took deep breaths, taking time to relax as the pain subsided steadily for the next few minutes, as the pain turned to pleasure and the motions of feeling him inside her.
"I'm okay now...please move, Thomas...", Martha replied as she pulled back slightly to look at her husband with a nod, and Thomas replied, "You're sure?".
Martha smiled, "Yes...Please, I want more of that wonderful feeling.", and Thomas smiled in relief, nodding as he resumed his motions, adapting to a pace of rhythmal thrusts, and Martha gasped and moaned in pleasure as she arched her back, her mouth open, "Yes...Thomas, yes!".
Thomas came deeper and deeper with each thrust as he moaned and grunted in pleasure himself, increasing the pace as passion soon ignited their union within the next few minutes, and soon, Martha cried out in pleasure when her G-spot to her womb was found, "OH! Yes, Thomas! Right there! Don't stop, please!".
"You got it...", Thomas kissed her on the cheek as he started to thrust his waist in a more rhythmic movement, causing waves upon waves of pleasure to hit both of them as Martha hung on tight for the ride of her life at that moment, her nails digging into his back as she tightened her squeeze around him.
They cried out in pleasure, sounds of heavy breathing, skin slapping, and grunts, the air filling with the scent of sex for the next several minutes, before Thomas replied, "I'm getting close to come!", and Martha replied, "Don't pull out! Make me yours as I make you mine! I'm getting close too! Faster, more!".
Thomas nodded as he tightened his hold around her, thrusting faster, and even harder than before, causing more louder cries of pleasure to echo through the room, and faintly through the hallway, lasting for two minutes before Martha shouted in pleasure, "Thomas!", squeezing hard around him even more as she came in the biggest wave of pleasure, and not even a second later, Thomas shouted, "Martha!", as he unleashed deep into her, coming hard the same way.
In less than a few moments, both of them finally reached the apex of their pleasure and collapsed as Martha cuddled with Thomas while they caught their breath; the sheer experience was quite a rush for both of them.
"How... how... was that?", Thomas asked as he panted before getting a response from her through a kiss, "Wonderful... simply... wonderful...".
Thomas smiled goofily and lovingly at her, "That's...that's good...I never thought it would feel this amazing...Looks like we're going to be practicing this until we're pros, huh?".
Martha giggled, smiling, "I wouldn't mind that with our honeymoon...I wonder if we got lucky tonight...After all, it's Christmas Eve...", and Thomas chuckled, "Maybe, but taking on advice I heard, we'd have to be patient...But I'd be happy to have you for myself just for a while...No matter how much I'd get busy, I will always find time for us on the weekends, perhaps a lucky free Monday or such...", tracing her belly warmly as he felt that he's going through the last few spurts of his load.
"Good...I love you, Thomas...", Martha caressed his cheek, and Thomas smiled warmly, "I love you too, Martha...", leaning in to kiss her on the lips, and then pulled out of her gently a bit after, and they went to use their master bathroom to use the amenities before heading back to bed, not caring to get dressed, just cuddling and holding each other in warmth, with the blankets tucked over them.
They happily, if sore, went for their honeymoon, dressed and all, with Alfred driving them to the airport in the morning, and to Martha's happiness and joy, they were heading for Greece, and so their honeymoon went so wonderful, full of romantic dates and mischievous romps in bed, and then headed back just after January 1st.
Thomas dived into working with his company, Wayne Enterprises on decided days, while on other days, he dedicated his doctorate to help the unfortunate and such, while Martha made her charities even more devoted, like to the hospitals and such, with the occasional night or two feeding the unfortunate.
They enjoyed married life, and with patience, they took time to wait to welcome a new arrival to the family, and perhaps 7 months has passed before Martha discovered that she was two months pregnant, and the Wayne manor celebrated, praying and hoping that everything goes well, with the doctor saying that the due date is anytime in February.
It was the year of 1989, and Thomas is arriving home after a day at the company, with a few cases of doctor work, 5 days later after Valentine's Day, and he's bringing home some sweet pastries with chocolate, hoping that Martha would appreciate them more than flowers that would die in a few days, anyway, until planted in the greenhouse.
But unknown to him, he would have a greater Valentine Day's gift, even if it's a postpartum date days later, than a gift of measly pastries, as Martha had been in labor almost all the afternoon, with a bit of the late morning.
Alfred replied with a curious voice, "Unusual.", and Thomas asked, "Pardon?", and Alfred said, "No matter if she's napping or such, someone would notify her by the time we're approaching the manor, and she would wait by the doorstep to greet you, and she's not, today...".
"It is a big place.", Thomas chuckled. "And she's pregnant so it might take her a bit of time to try to even get to the front door. Not like she could race down the stairs or something.". Alfred replied, "True, but that's not exactly what I was insinuating...".
Thomas's heart skipped a beat as he asked as his mind clicked, "Do you mean...", and Alfred replied, "What else would bring Dr. Leslie Thompkins then?".
Thomas moved quickly from his seat, ignoring his suitcase of some paperwork, along with his doggie bag of pastries, to the limo window, his heart racing a bit faster as his eyes widened, recognizing the car on an edge of the circular curb driveway that belongs to a doctor comrade of his, a Dr. Leslie Thompkins who is more practiced in maternity care, though she's also versed in other ventures of general care, amongst some moments of exploring theories and such.
"Alfred!", Thomas whispered quickly as Alfred replied, "Already ahead of you, sir.", as the limo went a bit faster, almost gliding through the paved snow, making it to the curb where Thomas quickly left the limo, as Alfred understood the urgency.
He sprinted to the front door, opening it, seeing the crowd of the staff, and his heart skipped a beat as he paled when he heard a painful scream, and he gasped, "Martha!", as the staff moved quickly to let him run up the massive stairway, turning left and up to the family wing.
It felt like forever as he ran like heck before he froze at a sound, a sound he never imagined hearing personally. A strong, echoing wail of a newborn...He faintly heard the staff cheering, and he recollected himself slightly as he resumed heading to the master bedroom, and his eyes widened as he saw one of the female staff leaving the door, giving him a nod and a tired smile, going past him, and then a moment later, Dr. Leslie Thompkins left, and then saw him.
"Is...is she...", Thomas whispered, and Leslie smiled tiredly yet happily, "She's very tired, almost exhausted, but she's alright. No tearing, no great abnormal loss of blood, and no signs of infection I could see...And as for the baby...You got a chip off the shoulder...Healthy and strong lungs...", with a warm chuckle.
Thomas heaved a sigh of relief as his heart became normal, "Thank the Lord...She needs rest, right?", and Leslie nodded, "About a couple of days or so...It was a long, hard labor, almost 7 hours...I know you will make absolutely sure to check that she's healing fine and all.".
"Yes, thank you, Leslie...", Thomas patted her shoulder gratefully, and then walked past her, faintly hearing Martha's lullaby in her tired voice as he opened the door, and his heart skipped a beat, tears coming to his eyes as he barely closed the door, seeing Martha looking haggard and worn yet so beautiful in the coming sunset light through the drapes and windows, cradling a warmly swaddled, suckling baby to her breast as she was looking down at them in motherly happiness and bliss.
Feeling eyes watching, Martha glanced up, and smiled tiredly yet happily with love and joy, "Thomas...Come meet your son...I guess he wanted to be normal since he must have thought being born on Valentine's Day is too sappy or too embarrassing...", with a slight tired giggle.
"I don't think he'd ever live it down if he was born on that day...", Thomas chuckled as he took a deep breath. "You alright? I'm... I'm sorry I'm late...".
"I don't blame you, Thomas...", Martha told him. "I understand. At least you're here now. You're not like some others we know...". Thomas snorted, "Right; one of the Elliott fathers didn't even show up for a week when his child was born...".
Martha snorted, "No more talk there...", and Thomas nodded before walking to the bed, removing his boots and outer garments, gently getting up into the bed, and rested near his wife, and his eyes widened as his heart swelled in love, making more room for his beautiful newborn son, tears falling, "Martha...Oh...He's perfect...", falling in love at first sight.
Indeed, now closer and more intimate to have a clear look, as the baby suckled at Martha's breast, content and making little sounds, he has Martha's fair skin and a masculine form of Martha's nose, while having Thomas' dimples, a few wisps of Thomas' black hair.
Martha smiled lovingly as she kissed Thomas gently on the cheek, sighing tiredly yet glowing happily, "I know...I felt the same when I saw him...He sure takes after you...", and Thomas replied, "And he looks like you too...You did it...", his hand reaching to gently caress his son's head.
The baby snuffled slightly at the unfamiliar touch and opened his bitty dark blue eyes while still suckling, and Thomas's breath caught, "He...He's...", and Martha gave a chuckle, "Yes, Thomas, he got your eyes...It's okay, darling, it's your daddy...".
The baby gave a hum, cooing as he blinked at his daddy, as Thomas exhaled, "A chip off the shoulder...", recalling Leslie's words, giving a wry chuckle, gazing in awe and love, and smiled, "I think we should call him Bruce...A resilient name...I worried at times with the winter chill affecting you and such, Martha, but he came out a strong baby, a winter baby...".
"Certainly does have a lot of you in him... that's for sure... little Bruce...", Martha sighed as Thomas chuckled, "I still can't believe that he's here... and that everything went so well...".
Martha smiled warmly, "It was hard and long...a bit scary at times, but Leslie and dear Hannah from the staff helped me through it...I still can't believe it either...I get the habit to check and rub the baby bump and all, you know, but when I saw him for the first time, it vanished...", resting her head on Thomas's shoulder as they gazed at their son finishing his first meal.
"Couldn't blame you..", Thomas chuckled, and asked softly, "What are you going to pick for his middle name as I picked Bruce?". Martha looked a bit thoughtful, looking at him before looking down at their son, and then chuckled lovingly, "Thomas...Bruce Thomas Wayne...", knowing that her husband would be surprised when he hears that.
"You sure?", Thomas asked her. "It could be something different if you wish...", he said as she shook her head, "No, it's perfect. Besides, he gets to keep your name without having to be called Junior. Lord knows there's enough wealthy Jrs running around this town...".
Thomas chuckled wryly, "That's very true, and especially taking after me, I see your point...No, he deserves to be an individual instead of a carbon copy of me...Bruce Thomas Wayne...", smiling as he kept gently caressing his son's head as Bruce gave a hiccup, and then gurgled as he yawned, blinking at his daddy.
Martha chuckled, "I think he wants his daddy now...And besides, I need a nap...I'm just very tired...", and Thomas nodded, "I'm not going anywhere, Martha...", as he gently received Bruce from his wife's arms, gently burping his son as he gave a burp, and then yawned again, tucking into his daddy's warmth, his quiet coos turning into deep breaths.
Martha smiled, kissing Bruce's forehead, "I love you, Bruce...Have dreams of the stars...", as she sighed, shuffling lower, resting her head on the pillows as she made herself comfortable as she fixed the bra back on herself, and Thomas smiled, kissing his wife on the lips, "And we love you, Martha...".
"I love you too, Thomas...", Martha sleepily chuckled before yawning, and rested her eyes as she went to sleep, and Thomas smiled, gazing between his slumbering son and wife with adoration, love, and awe...
Thomas whispered, "Welcome home, Bruce...You certainly have a lot to live up to, my son, but don't worry, we won't put so many expectations on you as you deserve to be loved and do the best you could as Bruce Thomas Wayne...", with a tender, fatherly, proud smile as he kissed his son's forehead, and so, their lives just got more meaningful and lively from there onwards, with the echoing sounds of a boy's laughter and racing feet, filling the manor with life around the staff, Alfred, and his parents, that is, until perhaps a bit before Bruce's 7th birthday, in January 5, 1996, when a thought-been flu became bad by a alerting sign within Martha as it was the winter flu season.