When Steve found the phone, he brought it in and set it on the kitchen counter. He might have been able to fix it, but he had no desire to start tonight. He ordered a pizza on the landline in the kitchen and headed back upstairs. He walked into the bedroom to find Laura and Quinley lying down on the bed. Laura, having changed into her pajamas, encouraged the baby as she practiced holding up her head. Steve paused in the doorway to watch them for a moment. He had come so close to losing this today.

Laura looked up at him as she noticed him. "Hey, Daddy," she smiled softly, apologetically.

He stepped into the room and lay down on the other side of the baby, propping his head up on an elbow. "Hey, Mama," he replied. He turned to the baby. "Hi, Quinley Estelle," he cooed, kissing his baby on the cheek. She looked up at him, baffled by the sound of the squeaky kiss. She smiled up at him. He reached out and gave her a finger to hold. Quickly, her heavy, little head collapsed to the bed.

"Oops," Laura cooed, flipping her over. "I guess Daddy missed tummy time, huh?" she asked the baby as she tickled her belly. Quinley giggled and gurgled in response.

"That's ok," he said softly. "Tonight it looked like I was going to be missing a lot more than that."

Laura looked up at him, her eyes welling with tears again. "I'm so sorry about all that, Steve."

He looked back at her. "Oh, I know, Sweetums. It's ok."

"No, it's not," she said firmly.

"No," he sighed. "It's not. You scared me to death, Laura. I thought I was gonna lose you." He looked down at Quinley. "And her," he added.

"You will never lose her," she reminded him. "Remember? That's one of the reasons you were always so desperate for us to start having kids. You'll always have a right to see her, so I'll always be a part of your life. No matter what."

"Don't talk like that, sweetheart. I don't just want you two to be a part of my life. I want you to be my life."

Laura reached out over the baby and took his hand. "We are," she promised. "I love you, Steve. I'm not going anywhere… as long as you're faithful to me."

"I will be, Laura! You know I will be."

"I know," she agreed, squeezing his hand.

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After they had put Quinley down for the night and eaten dinner, they finally went to bed for real. Laura climbed in beside Steve after she had finished her nightly routine and turned off the light. Steve rolled closer to her immediately and placed a hand between her legs. "Now where were we?" he purred as his fingers traced the waistband of her pajama pants.

"Wait," she ordered just before his hand could slide in again.

He let out a slightly larger sigh than he had intended. "What is it, Sweetums?"

"I'm still not ready," she admitted softly.

He collapsed back onto the bed. "That's ok," he forced himself to say eventually.

She propped herself up on her elbow and looked down at him. "I'm sorry, Steve."

"It's ok," he repeated more sincerely. He grabbed her hand and kissed it. "Really, it's ok. I can wait. I want you to enjoy it and feel comfortable. Otherwise, it's not worth doing."

She leaned down and kissed him. "Thank you," she whispered. She stroked his cheek gently. "Thank you for being such a wonderful husband and father. I couldn't do this without you, Steve."

He smiled softly. "Thank you for doing this with me. I know it's harder on you than it is on me."

She kissed him again. "She's the most amazing thing I've ever done. Thank you for getting me here."

"She's an angel," he agreed. "Just like you."

"She's better than me," Laura countered.

"She really is," Steve agreed again as Laura giggled and pinched him.

"Steve, I wanna do something for you, and I don't want you to fight me on it this time. I need to do something for you, just so that I know you and I are ok."

"What's that?" he asked nervously.

"I wanna make you come," she whispered in his ear.

He shuddered softly. "You don't have to," he reminded her against his own will. "I'm happy to wait."

"I don't want you to keep waiting. I don't want you to take care of it yourself. I wanna take care of it. I love you. I want you to feel good. Lemme do this for you," she begged as her hand gripped his member through his boxers.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh…" he groaned loudly.

"Is that a yes?" she asked with a small smile.

"Yes, Laura. Oh, yes please!" he begged.

She kissed him again, this time for much longer, as her hand slipped into his boxers. She gripped his member and began to stroke him. She broke the kiss so that she could look him in the eye as she rubbed his impressive erection. "I love you," she whispered.

"Ohhh… I love you, too," he groaned.

"I'm so sorry I scared you today," she pouted at him.

"I keep telling you it's ok," he reminded her. "Oh, Laura… Oh, Laura, just don't do it again."

She kissed him softly, making her way down his neck, chest, and abs, pausing between his legs as she looked up at him. "I won't, but I need to do this regularly, Steve. I need to know that I'm the one taking care of your needs," she insisted.

"Ok," he agreed immediately. "Ok, Sweetums, I – OH! Don't stop! – I won't hold back from you anymore."

"Baby, can I give you a blowjob? I haven't done that for you since we found out I was pregnant."

"Yes," he consented without hesitance. "Yes, baby. Put it in your sweet, little mouth," he begged. "Please, sweetness."

She smiled up at him. "I want you to look at me," she instructed. "I want to know you know who's taking care of you."

He added her pillow behind him to prop himself up further. "I won't take my eyes off of you, gorgeous."

"Ok then," she whispered as she leaned in further and softly licked the head.

"OH!" he cried.

She smiled up at him mischievously. She puckered her big lips and kissed the head again and again. He jumped and shivered every time, but she knew it wasn't enough stimulation to do anything more than taunt him. "Did you miss this?" she asked.

"Yesssss…" he whined. "Baby, please don't tease me like this. You've been teasing me for months."

"Ok, honey. Relax. Mama's gonna take care of you," she winked. She leaned down closer and began to lick up and down from the bottom of the shaft to the tip of his head, pooling with pre-cum. "Mmmmmmm…" she moaned.

He couldn't control his cries. It had been far too long since he'd felt anything other than his own hand on him. "OoooooOOoooooOOOOooooOOOOOOOooooo…" he cooed.

She moved down and licked his balls as he giggled girlishly. She sucked one into her mouth and then switched to the other, her tongue playing with the bouncy flesh. Unable to wait any longer, she pulled away from him and finally took him into her mouth as he called out to her.

"Oh, LAURAAAAAA!" he screamed as she bobbed her head up and down. "Oh, I'm not gonna last long!" he warned her.

She was glad. She didn't want him to. She was enjoying this, but she was desperate to feel him come in her mouth. She sucked relentlessly, rushing to the big moment. She removed the hand stroking his shaft, though she continued to suck on and stroke every inch she could with her full lips and welcoming, albeit shallow, mouth. She moved the newly free hand between her own legs, into her panties, and began to rub her clit aggressively as pleasuring him turned her on. She moaned loudly, gargling slightly, "Mmmmmm…"

Steve stared down at her in awe, not missing a moment of the show before him. He loved the idea that tasting him got her excited, but he wanted to be the one to please her. He wanted her to trust him enough to let him please her again. Still, he didn't want to pressure her. "Ohhhhh… Laura Lee," he panted. "Unnnggghhh… Baby, if you… If you want me to do that for you, I'd be happy to."

Laura continued to stare up at him. It wasn't that she didn't want that. She at least wanted to want that. She certainly had less desire than she had had before the baby, but since they were already so engaged, her body was starting to wake. She had been wet when he touched her earlier, and she was wet now. She knew that she'd never once brought herself to orgasm, so she considered the possibility of just letting him touch her, but as she fantasized about it, she remembered every reason she didn't want to do that.

"You can… You can… Mmmm… You can keep your clothes on if you want," he offered. "OH, GOD! A-a-and we can turn the lights off. Whatever you need. Oh, baby…" Laura suddenly sat up, releasing his member. She wiped her face and looked down at him nervously. Steve sighed heavily. He had pushed her too far, and now he wasn't even going to get what he had been promised. He sat up. "I'm sorry, my sweet. I didn't mean to push you. I just thought–"
"You hate making love with the lights off," she reminded him softly.

"I don't hate it. I prefer the lights on because you're so beautiful, but making love to you in the dark is better than never getting to touch you again."

"You said it was too impersonal without at least a little moonlight or some candles," she continued.

"I would love candles or moonlight if you'd feel comfortable like that," he agreed.

Laura looked down at her lap. "Do you not wanna see me anymore?" she whispered, tearing up slightly.

"What?!" Steve demanded. "Laura, I didn't say anything like that. If it were up to me, I'd rip off all your clothes right now and put a spotlight on you, but you said you feel self-conscious."

"I do."

"I'm just trying to help, sweetheart. I don't know how to help you," he said sadly.

Laura moved to her side of the bed, pulled her pillow back from him, and got under the covers. She leaned over and turned off the lamp at her side. "Turn off your lamp," she instructed.

Steve frowned, thinking she had decided to sleep. He reached over and turned the lamp off. He climbed under the covers beside her and lay back. He exhaled loudly.

"I want you on top," she whispered.

Steve's eyes widened, and he turned to face her. "You mean it?" he asked excitedly. "You're ready?"

"I don't know," she answered honestly, "but I wanna try."

He pouted. "Laura, if you're not sure…"

"Get on top of me, Steve," she instructed without hesitance.

He smiled softly and kissed her cheek. He slid closer to her ever so slightly, then closer, then closer, until finally, his naked body was pressed up against her. "Can I take these off?" he asked, playing with the drawstring on her pants.

"You said I could wear my clothes," she complained.

"You can, baby, I just don't know how you could wear pants while we… A skirt or a dress maybe. Your top can stay on, and we can stay under the covers. I can't see anything in the dark anyway."

"Take off your glasses," she whispered.

"Laura, I don't wanna do that. I wanna see your face."

"Please, Steve. We can work our way back up to how we used to do it. I just don't wanna be seen tonight."

"Ok," he agreed. He turned to his side and slipped off his glasses. He set them on his nightstand and rolled back to her. He felt his member against her smooth skin. She had taken off her pants and panties. She was only wearing a tank top. He kissed her neck softly and placed a hand on her stomach.

"Not there," she instructed, grabbing his hand and lifting it to her breast. "Lay down on top of me."

He propped himself up and got between her legs. He held himself above her, trying to see her face.

"Lay down," she ordered, pulling on his neck.

He relaxed his weight above her, allowing his erection to press against, but not inside, her warmth. "Ooohhhh…" he whimpered.

"Kiss me, Steve," she whispered.

He leaned down and kissed her softly. One of his hands was behind her back and the other massaged one of her breasts. Their kiss became more desperate and passionate as time went on. They were beginning to feel like themselves again. Not like parents, but like a young couple who was madly in love and who had been kept apart for far too long. As he flashed back to their wedding night, the only time in their marriage that he had ever been more hesitant with her than he was in this moment, he realized that she was the one who needed reassurance this time around. Sure, he was as afraid of hurting her now as he had been then, emotionally and physically, but she was the one who didn't feel sexy. She was the one who didn't feel she deserved to be pleasured. She was the one who didn't think she was good enough for him. He broke their kiss and looked down at her. "You are the most beautiful woman in the world," he whispered.

"You can't even see me," she argued.

"I don't have to see you to see your beauty," he retorted.

"I want your fingers inside of me again," she blurted suddenly.

"I wanna taste you," he whispered against her lips.

"Not yet. Keep your eyes locked on mine," she begged, placing her hands on the back of his head. "Just use your fingers."

"Whatever you want, gorgeous," he agreed as he removed the hand from her breast and moved it down her body. He slid down the thin fabric of her tank top which covered her side until he reached her bare hip. He stroked the smooth skin. "Your skin is so soft," he whispered encouragingly

"You think?" she asked nervously.

"Yes," he promised, leaning down to kiss her neck. "You feel like satin against me." He moved his hand down to grip her butt.

"No," she said, quickly grabbing his hand and pulling it away. "You can't touch me there."

"You used to love having my hands on your booty," he complained.

"I used to love my booty," she grumbled.

"Laura, don't take that part of you away from me. It's one of my favorite parts," he begged, kissing her neck again.

Laura took a deep breath and guided his hand to her womanhood. "I want you to rub my clit for me, baby," she whispered. "Let's just enjoy that for a minute."

"Let me suck on it," he begged.

"Not yet," she insisted, kissing him again.

He gave in and kissed her back. His hand followed her instructions and stroked her clit. He moved his fingers down to her entrance to moisten the very tips of them. He brought her juices back up to her most sensitive button and played with it. Her breathing quickly grew heavy. She panted against him. Their kiss ended but neither of them said anything. They just looked into each other's eyes, barely able to see them, and listened to each other's breaths. Even if they couldn't see each other, they both knew who they were with, and neither of them was wishing it were someone else.

"I love you," she whispered suddenly.

"I love you, too," he promised. "I love you so much. I love you more than life itself. I love you more than anyone else in this world, save for Quinley. I love you more than sex."

Laura giggled. "I don't think that was in the right order," she panted.

He smiled, and she saw his white teeth slightly in the dark. "Hey, I'm a little busy here," he joked. "Do you want sweet talk or deft hands?"

She laughed and kissed him. "Mmmm… I just want you."

"I want you, too. I want only you."

"Steve, put your fingers back inside me. I wanna take you inside, but I need you to finger me first."

"You know I can get you there faster if I go down on you. Just lemme–"

"Not yet," she insisted, holding his head in place. "Just stick your fingers in me."

He kissed her again passionately and shoved two strong fingers inside her again.

"Ohhhh," she gasped, breaking their kiss, though his lips refused to release her full bottom lip.

"Mmmm…" he moaned against her, and his fingers moved in and out of her rapidly. He pushed them in as far as they could go again and again. He couldn't get deep enough. He knew she was left with tons of empty space just dying to be filled by him, but he was afraid to push her further and have it all end too soon. He was too far gone at this point. He needed her. No matter what. He was certain he would die if she stopped him tonight.

"Oh, Steve," she breathed desperately. "Oh, baby, more. Please."

He smiled against her neck. He was glad she was finding his fingers weren't enough to keep her satisfied. He spread them wider.

"Ohhhh…" she moaned.

He nipped her neck. "Is that better, sexy?" he asked. "Is that what you need?" She nodded against him. She wasn't ready for his member yet, or she'd be begging for it, he knew. He curled his fingers to stroke her G-spot.

"Steeeeeeve…" she purred.

"Does this feel good, hot stuff?"

"Yessss…"

"Laura, I wanna make love to you tonight. Are you ready for me?"

"Mmm…" she whimpered. "Steve, I-I…"

"I'm not gonna do anything you don't absolutely want me to do, my hesitant hottie, but I want you. Do you want me inside of you?" he whispered.

"Yes. Oh, God, yes," she moaned, spreading her legs further.

"Are you sure?" he asked as he pulled his fingers out of there and slipped them shamelessly in his mouth, savoring every drop of her excitement.

"Yes, Steve. Please. I need it. Just keep your eyes locked on mine," she repeated. "Pleeease."

He smiled brightly at her and lined his member up with her entrance. He rubbed it against her wetness gently and growled, "Laura Lee…" He tried to lift himself up to get better leverage and to look at her womanhood as he entered her for the first time in months, but she held onto him tightly.

"Look me in the eye," she ordered.

"But–"

"Make love to me, Steve," she instructed as she pulled his face down to hers for another passionate kiss.

Without even realizing he was about to do it, he thrust forward, slipping deep inside her on his very first try. She was so ready for him. Their lips separated slightly as they both moaned loudly. "Unnnngggg…"

"Ohhhhhhh, Steeeeeve…"

He slid out a little and slipped back into her, repeating the process as she squirmed below him until his balls rested against her and she covered every inch of him. "Oh, God, Laura! You're so tight," he grunted.

"Really?" she demanded.

"Yes, baby. It's so tight for me," he growled. "You're so tight and wet and hot. God, baby, you feel so good."

"As good as you remember?" she asked.

He still didn't move, just enjoying the feeling of her being wrapped around him in case it was a while before she let him do this again. "Better," he squeaked.

She smiled. "You feel good, too, honey. You feel so good."

He smiled brightly, chewing on his lip. "I wanna make you come," he growled, thrusting his hips forward one hard time.

"Unh," she grunted. "I wanna come for you."

"I wanna come inside you," he said, thrusting again.

"UNH," she grunted again as his hips forced her further down into the mattress. "I want you to come inside me. I wanna feel your cum inside me."

"You're gonna, sexy. I won't last long in this tight, little…" He thrust forward.

"OH!"

"You're the only woman who's ever felt my cum inside her. You're the only woman who's ever felt this big, hard manhood inside her. You're the only woman I've ever made love to," he whispered rapidly.

"You're the only man who's ever been inside of me. You're the only man who will ever be inside of me," she promised in return.

"I love you, Laura," he squeaked, "and I always will."

"I love you, too, Steve!"

Suddenly, he slid out to his tip and slammed back into her. "OHHHHHHHHH!" he cried.

"OH!" she yelled. "Oh, wow," she panted.

"Did that feel good?" he demanded. "Can I do it again?"

"Yes, Steve. Take me. I'm ready."

"Oh, God, Laura," he groaned before capturing her lips again. He began to slam in and out of her with big, strong thrusts again and again. He could feel her full breasts shaking against him each time he pounded into her. He wanted to tear her tank top in half just to expose them, but he had to be careful with her. He didn't have to be physically gentle, because she clearly didn't want him to be, but he had to be sure not to give her any reason not to trust him. If she wanted to wear a top while they made love for a while, he could handle that, so long as he got to make love to her. He broke their kiss and buried his face in her neck. "OH, LAURA! Laura Lee, I missed you so much."

"I. Missed. You. Too," she grunted between his thrusts. She reached down and began to rub her clit.

As he often did when he noticed her pleasuring herself, he pulled out, hoping to get into a new position that would let him do that for her, but she didn't release his neck.

"What are you doing? Why did you stop?" she demanded, holding his face tightly to hers.

"I just wanted to get behind you so I could touch your special spot for you," he answered.

She shook her head and reached down to his member. She guided him back to her entrance. "I want you on top," she said.

"But, Laura, I wanna make you climax," he whispered.

"You will, baby. I can climax from missionary. You know that."

"But it's been a while for us. I just wanted it to be easier."

"I don't want you behind me right now, Steve. I just want you to look me in the eye."

"Well, then why don't you get on top so that–"

"I want you on top," she pressed.

"Ok, well I can rub it if I pull back a little," he offered.

"No, baby, please. Just like this. I want it just like this," she insisted, pecking his lips again and again.

He knew he was fighting a losing battle. "Ok," he agreed eventually. "Ok, but lemme at least…" He grabbed a pillow from his side of the bed and shoved it under her butt.

Her eyes widened, and she lifted her hips to let him adjust. She locked both arms tightly around his neck, looking deeply into his eyes. "I love you," she whispered again, just in case she wasn't going to be able to prove it with the orgasm he was clearly dying to see.

"I love you, too," he whispered as he slipped back inside. He moved slowly and deliberately in a grinding motion, trying desperately to get her where she needed to be before he lost all control. He closed his eyes and buried his face in her neck, trying to think of anything other than what they were doing. It had been too long for him. He needed to come, but he wanted her to enjoy it as much as she used to so that she would see nothing had to change between them. She was a mom, and he was a dad, but they were also lovers. They were the same people they had been before the baby. They just had different responsibilities.

"Ohhhhh, Steve…" she purred as the changes he made brought her closer.

He reached a hand up to her breast. He gripped it firmly, smiling as he felt the wet spot on her tank top. He had made her leak. He began to massage it very gently. He played with her nipple through the shirt, nervous she was going to be too sensitive.

She moaned softly. "Ohhh…" It was tiny, but it was clearly a good moan.

"Laura, I wanna see your breasts," he whispered in her ear.

She hesitated. She had wanted to stay covered, but she knew her breasts were one of the parts of her body that looked the best post-baby, and she also knew they weren't going to look like that forever. Once she stopped breastfeeding and her milk dried up, they would look different, just like the rest of her did. She almost didn't want to spoil him with how great they looked now. More importantly, she was embarrassed by the way she was leaking and the thought of squirting him again made her squirm, so she refused. "No, baby. C'mon. I'm almost there. Don't stop."

He frowned. "Can I keep touching them like this?" he asked, rubbing her nipple.

"Ooooo… Yes, don't stop," she agreed, breathing heavily.

He brought his other hand up to stimulate her other nipple, lifting his head back to kiss her lips passionately. She was breathing heavily and squirming beneath him. He was considering the possibility that he might really get her there. He felt her womanhood begin to throb around him. She was right at the edge. He hit her with several last, hard thrusts like she liked before he heard her moan in that special way.

"STEEEEEEVE…" she cried.

He stared down at her face as she trembled around him as he continued to move inside her, but he couldn't really see her ecstatic expression. He did, however, feel the wet spots on her shirt get larger as her breast milk let down from the orgasm. As she relaxed slightly, though his body was still moving into her again and again, she loosened the grip on his neck. Steve took the opportunity to lift himself higher, and at least in the afterglow, she didn't seem to mind. He looked down at her breasts and began to pound into her at full force and speed, ready to finally come in her again. He had done his job, as difficult as she had made it, and he wanted his reward. He watched her full breasts shake and jiggle with every thrust. He couldn't really see them in the dark, but he could see enough to satisfy his curious eyes. He looked back into her eyes like he always did before he came. "Laura. Laura. Laura. Laura, Laura, Laura, Laura…" he grunted as the buildup really began

"Steve. Unh. Unh. Steve. Unh. Steve. Unh," she grunted with each hard thrust, though he could barely hear her over the sound of his pounding heart.

Finally, her perfect body sent him over the edge. He slammed himself into her as deeply and as hard as he could, crying out in ecstasy. "LAURA LEE URKEL!" he shuddered as his member spurted inside of her for the first time in months. It felt even better than he had remembered, and it felt a million times better than coming in his hand. His pelvis continued to thrust as everything shot out of him, but his member didn't move, desperate to stay in its favorite place in the world. He pushed himself forward again and again as he shook but never pulled out. Finally, he collapsed on top of her, burying his face in her neck. He wrapped his arms around her back and held her tightly, wishing desperately that there weren't any fabric between their bodies.

Laura smiled as he collapsed on top of her. They had finally done it. They were officially sexually active again. She no longer felt that pinch of guilt for leaving him high and dry. She felt immediately better about him working with Susie. She knew it was silly, but at least in this moment, she felt like sex had fixed all of their problems. "I love you so much, Steve," she whispered.

"I love you, too," he mumbled against her neck. He kissed her neck for a few minutes and then lifted his head to look down at her face. "I'm never pulling out of you again," he said seriously.

Laura reached up and stroked his face. "I don't think that plan will work for long. We're supposed to go to my parents' house on Sunday."

He chuckled and kissed her forehead. "I'm just so afraid you're never gonna let me back in," he whispered.

She pouted at him. "Don't be. We're not gonna have the sex-life we used to, at least not for a while, because I'm exhausted. All the time. But I do want you, Steve. I love you, and I wanna keep you satisfied, but I wanna keep me satisfied, too. I want you, Steve. I need you."

He kissed her passionately and then forced himself to stop. "Do you… maybe… need me again tonight?" he asked softly.

She chuckled softly. "No, baby. I'm sorry. I know I made you wait so long for this, and it's just gonna be one and done, but I'm so tired, and our baby is gonna wake up in…" She turned to the clock. "Two hours," she whined.

He smiled and kissed her forehead. "That's ok, my love. I just wanted to know because I was starting to get myself… excited all over again." He pulled out of her slowly and lay at her side. "I'm tired, too. It's been an emotionally and physically exhausting day." He reached a hand out and placed it on her stomach, but she cringed.

She sat up and moved to the edge of the bed. "I need a second to clean up," she whispered as she stood and got out of bed.

He watched her intently in the dark, though he couldn't really see her. He heard her shirt land in the hamper, and he shuddered as he realized she was naked. He saw the outline of her blurry body as she quickly slipped into the bathroom, hitting the lights on her way in. He rushed for his glasses, but by the time he reached them, the door had been shut.

When she came out a few minutes later, she turned off the light before opening the door. She was still completely naked, but it was too dark for him to see her, even with his glasses on again. He took them off and set them back on his nightstand. He heard a drawer open. "Laura, don't get dressed," he complained.

Laura took a tank top out of the drawer and slipped it over her head. She walked back to her panties and pants on the ground, slipping them both on before climbing back under the covers beside him. She cuddled against him, resting her head in the crook of his arm, and she heard him sigh deeply as he felt fabric between them again. "I'm not ready for that, yet, Steve," she said softly. "I will be someday, but I'm not there yet."

"You should trust me enough to let me see you and touch you."

"I let you touch me," she reminded him.

"But you should let me do both. Laura, I love you. I know I'm gonna love your body no matter the changes you're so ashamed of."

"Steve, I just need time."

"How much time?" he whined.

She propped herself up higher to look down at him. "Steve, you and I just made love for the first time in months. Can't that be enough for now? Can't we go to sleep on a happy note?"

"You're right," he said immediately. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart. I was being insensitive. You just get me so… riled up I can barely keep myself from ravishing you all night long."

She kissed his lips. "I know, and I'm glad you feel that way about me. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to do any part of what we just did, but I still need you to be patient with me."

"I will be, lover," he promised. "Thank you for letting me make love to you tonight," he whispered.

"Thank you for making me feel so good,"she purred.

"Really?"

"Really."

"You're more than welcome, my pet," he said. He paused for a long moment. "Do you think... Do you think you might want to do that again tomorrow?"

"We'll see," she whispered. "Goodnight, my love."

"Goodnight, Laura Lee. I love you."

"I love you, too, baby," she whispered before finally closing her eyes.

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When the baby woke them up a couple hours later, Steve got right out of bed. Laura sat up and grabbed his arm. She pulled him back down beside her. "No," she said flatly. "I'll get it. My breasts are really full right now."

Steve glanced down at them involuntarily. They certainly were. He licked his lips. "Well, can I at least come watch?"

Laura smirked and grabbed his chin. She tilted his eyes back up to hers. "And let you get all worked up again? No way, mister. I wanna get right back to sleep."

He pouted but agreed. When she came back about twenty minutes later, they kissed goodnight again and went back to sleep.

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When Steve's alarm went off, he turned it off and rolled back against Laura. He wrapped his arms around her again and grabbed two handfuls of her milk-filled breasts. "Mmm..." he moaned.

"What are you doin', you naughty boy?" she giggled.

"Hoping my beautiful wife is up for round two," he explained, massaging her breasts.

"Not in the daylight," she complained as the rising sun shined through their curtains, threatening to illuminate every inch of her. She sat up to his dismay.

"But, Laura..." he began as he stood from the bed to chase after her as she walked into the bathroom.

"Hey, don't you start with me. You got lucky last night. I've promised to take care of your needs from now on. You have to give me a little slack," she demanded.

He pouted. "But, sweetness, I'm having needs now!" He pointed at his erection, covered only by his underpants.

She stepped up against him. "Well, then it'll just be more fun when I let you screw me senseless tonight, won't it?" she purred.

Steve blushed deeply. "Don't call it that," he scolded.

She giggled. "There are worse words," she reminded him as she turned to the sink to brush her teeth.

"You are the mother of my child," he continued.

She turned around and raised an eyebrow at him. "Is that all I am?" she challenged.

He immediately regretted his words. "No. No, of course not. You're also my wife, my soul mate, the love of my life..."

"And a passionate, sensual woman who will use whatever words she pleases," Laura finished for him as she stepped closer.

He nodded and pulled her against him. He kissed her softly. "Do you think tonight you might feel sensual enough to let me see you?" he asked softly.

She pursed her lips and sighed, "That's gonna be a while, Steve."

"Ok," he frowned.

She stroked his cheek gently with her thumb. "Last night was amazing," she whispered.

He grinned. "Yeah?"

"Oh, yeah. It almost felt like us again," she explained.

He knew that she was only one thing standing in the way of it really feeling like them again, but he decided not to push his luck. "We'll get back to us... whenever you're ready," he said as subtly as possible.

She smirked at him and kissed him quickly. "Thank you," she said. "Now, get in the shower."

"Ok," he replied, leaning in to kiss her. "Hey, I wouldn't mind you wearing a tanktop in the shower if it would make you feel comfortable enough to join me," he teased. "Maybe a white one that'll… get a little see-through when you get all wet." He wiggled his eyebrows at her playfully and bit his bottom lip.

Laura rolled her eyes and shook her head at him. "What am I gonna do with you?"

Steve stopped in his tracks. "You remember the night I broke up with Myra?"

Laura smiled softly and nodded, feeling she knew where he was going with this.

"And you asked me that same question. Do you remember what I said?" he prompted.

"'Just love me, Laura. Love me like I love you,'" she answered immediately.

Steve nodded. "I feel…" He trailed off and paused. He took both her hands in his. "This is going to sound silly, but lately, I've really felt that from you. In a way I never have before."

Laura pouted. "Steve, I've been married to you for five years, and you're just now starting to feel like I love you?"

"Noooo," he replied. He moved his hands to her hips. "No, sweetheart, it's just… You made me a baby. You've sacrificed so much for me recently. You've given me everything that I've ever wanted. I know you've loved me for years. I'm not saying I was doubting that, but last night you were feeling more insecure about the future of this relationship than you ever have, and lately, I've been feeling more confident than ever, and I want you to know that. We're a family now. You, me, and Quinley, and we're in it for the long haul, Laura Lee. I know neither one of us is gonna let this family go without a fight. I see how hard you're working for this family, and I see how much you're giving to me, and I am so incredibly, immeasurably grateful. I feel so loved."

"You are loved. You've been so, so loved, since before we were married."

"Be honest," he pressed. "Don't you love me just a little bit more now?"

"Just a little," she replied with a small smile, "because of how good of a daddy you are, but I always knew you would be. When we got engaged, Steve, I knew we would get here."

"I didn't," he admitted. "I hoped and prayed and dreamed, but I was always afraid we wouldn't."

"I'm sorry about yesterday."

Steve's brow furrowed. "Because you wouldn't let me get it from the back? Yeah, you should be. I miss that booty," he complained, reaching down and squeezing her butt cheeks.

Laura giggled. "Nooo," she laughed, moving his hands back up to her hips. "I'm sorry I tried to leave. I know that must have scared you so much. I should've talked to you. I should've trusted you."

"You should've," he agreed. "I've earned your trust a thousand times over."

"I was just so… heartbroken. I thought I had lost the love of my life. I thought you weren't who I'd always thought you were."

"You should've talked to me. You can't just leave. You have to talk to me."

"I would have. Not last night if you hadn't made me, but we would've talked."

"I know."

"I was scared, too," she said softly, tearing up. "I thought I was gonna have to do this alone."

"That will never, ever happen," he promised. "I won't let it."

"Steve Urkel, you are my best friend and my soul mate and the love of my life. You are everything I have ever wanted and more. Thank you for being such a good husband. Thank you for earning my trust. Thank you for being patient."

Steve looked away bashfully. "You were my best friend first. And my soul mate. And the love of my life. You have always been exactly what I wanted and exactly what I dreamed of. Now we have our beautiful baby girl, and I am just as obsessed with her as I am with you. You two mean everything to me. I want to spend every second of my life with you or in service of you two. I'm not gonna blow it, Laura Lee."

Laura pursed her lips and looked away, smirking slightly. "Hm." She rubbed her hands over his pecs. "That's funny… because I am."

Steve's brow furrowed, and he leaned forward slightly. "What?" Then she got on her knees and reached out to start rubbing his still-hard member. "Ohhhhh," he exclaimed, suddenly understanding. He laughed and snorted. "Oh. Ohh. Ohhhoohohhh," he moaned in pleasure. She quickly pulled down his pajama pants and gripped his bare member. He grabbed onto the counter as she started to lick it. "Is this just for the pun?"

"Mm-hm."

"I've always loved wordplay," he wheezed, "but this is definitely the kindest it's ever been to me." He laughed and snorted. Then he squealed loudly as she took him into her mouth.

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When he finished, he pulled her up and pressed her against the bathroom counter. "I want you," he whispered, kissing her deeply and lifting her onto the smooth, marble surface.

She pushed him away playfully. "Later," she promised as he started to kiss her neck.

"I need you," he begged.

"Later," she laughed again, pushing him away more firmly this time. She slipped off the counter as he finally pulled his pants back up. She stepped toward the bathroom door.

"Laura Lee Urkel, I hope you realize that you make me absolutely crazy with lust. I keep myself under control because I love you, and I love spending time with you outside of the bedroom, and I worship you, and I respect you so darn much, but it's hard work resisting you and all of the feelings you make me have. I hope you never doubt my attraction for you ever again, because if you did, I might just have to introduce you to the insatiable beast that lives inside me." He stepped close to her again, pressing her hard against the doorjamb. He tucked her hair behind her ear, touching her gently as he stared at her with a fierce intensity and held her firmly in place. "I love you, Laura," he whispered, brushing his nose against hers.

"I love you too, Steve," she answered.

He leaned in and kissed her passionately. His hands roamed her body and posessively groped her intimate places. Then he pulled away. He kissed her one more time before he walked back over to the shower. Laura melted slightly and gripped the doorjamb to steady herself. She watched as he undressed, turned back to wink at her, unable to hide his member standing at attention, and slid into the shower. She breathed heavily but didn't move for a long moment. When she heard the baby cry, she managed to pull herself out of all of the naughty fantasies holding her in place and return to reality with a deep breath.

Author's Note: Thanks for reading and reviewing.