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They woke up to the sound of a baby crying, something they never thought they’d have to do again, certainly not at their ages.
She turned over in bed, her eyes still closed. “It’s your turn.”
Marty groaned and swung his legs over his side of the mattress, barely awake. He made his way over to the crib he hastily put together the other day. “Hey…hey little guy…what’s the matter, hmm?” He whispered as he picked up a screaming Zeke. He kissed his forehead and held him tightly as he continued crying. “It’s alright…come on, let’s watch some TV.”
As Marty carried him out towards the living room and quietly closed the door behind him, Wendy couldn’t help but smile in her half-awake daze. He was always so good with kids, especially babies. He was patient, loving, and seemed to really enjoy being a father. When her friends would complain about their husbands not helping out with their infants, she found herself unable to add to the conversation; she couldn’t relate. Yes, he worked a lot, but he always managed to let her have a break when he came home, no matter how tired he was. He never made her feel like being a stay-at-home mom wasn’t hard work and was always appreciative of her.
And of course this is not what she pictured when a third child was a possibility, but she had to admit that having Zeke in the house was strangely a blessing. Getting to see Jonah step up to the plate as a pseudo-big brother was incredible and he seemed to love taking care of him. And as skeptical as Charlotte was regarding how they got him, she noticed her humming and rocking him to sleep a few times too. As for herself and Marty, they fell back into their old routines effortlessly, even with all of the new chaos in their lives with the casino, cartel, and the FBI. It was nice to be able to focus on something real. Now that she was back in the bullshit world of politics, quid-pro-quos, and flat-out lying, the simplicities of keeping an infant child fed, happy, and healthy made her feel…grounded.
And yes, it was nice to see Marty around a baby again. They usually fell asleep together on the couch and she couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen him resting so soundly. She took a picture of them, both smiling in their sleep as the sun came up. She almost deleted it, reminding herself that this was never going to be a permanent situation, the danger that they faced was real, and she didn’t want to subject yet another child to their mess. But she kept it and decided that they should enjoy this time with him, however brief it may be.
She heard the door open again. “That was fast,” she whispered.
“Sorry, didn’t want to wake you,” he whispered back, closing the door behind him.
She smiled and got up out of bed. “It’s alright, I couldn’t fall back asleep anyway.” As Marty laid him back down in his crib gently, she came over to look at him, swaddled in his blanket, fast asleep. They both took a second to watch him and her arm instinctively wrapped around her husband’s back.
As she was about to rest her head on his shoulder, he stopped her. “Careful, he spit up on me.”
She laughed. “Oh god, here take it off, I’ll wash it in the morning.” She helped him out of his shirt and right as she was about to turn around to get him a clean one, he held her firmly. She looked down at the grip he had on her forearm, then into his eyes, and she realized how close their bodies were. And how hot her face was getting. And how much she wanted him.
He pulled her in for a kiss. It was gentle and sweet, but quickly turned passionate and desperate as they both silently realized how much they needed the other, how long it had been since they had done this.
He moved them backwards and tossed his shirt to the side, the stain now forgotten. Their lips parted briefly so that he could rid her of her pajama shirt before colliding together once again. She laid on her back on the bed and he climbed on top of her, their tongues tasting each other hungrily. He kissed down her cheek and jawline and he started sucking on her pulse point. He panted in her ear and the second his thumb grazed her left nipple she let out a loud, “Oh!”
They both stopped, worried they’d interrupted the baby’s peaceful sleep. But he didn’t make a sound.
They both laughed quietly. “I just got déjà vu,” he smiled.
She laughed again and kissed him, her hand finding the back of his head and playing with the ends of his hair. His lips resumed their position on her neck and when her hand snaked between them and underneath the waistband of his boxers, he moaned quietly in her ear. “Fuck…Wen…”
She closed her eyes and smiled. He really only called her that in bed, so hearing that gave her another rush of pleasure.
She stroked him gently, just using her thumb and middle finger, moving her hand up and down his shaft, and occasionally running her thumb across the head of his cock. After all these years, she knew exactly how he liked it- how fast he wanted it, when to switch from her fingers to her whole hand, how he liked his hair played with and pulled on. And he knew her body just as well. He continued sucking on the sensitive spot on her neck, small whimpers leaving her throat with the slightest thrust of his hips.
It was then that she realized that no matter what happened between them, they could always find their way back to each other. That despite her taking money out of the account without telling him, despite him getting closer to Rachel, despite them having to suddenly take care of a baby that wasn't theirs, he was not going anywhere. And neither was she.
He was rock hard in her hand and she pulled down his pants and underwear as much as she could from her position. He started tugging down her shorts and thong and slipped a hand between her legs.
She bit her lip to keep herself quiet as he slid two fingers inside her. “You’re so wet for me, baby,” he said, kissing her ear.
“Mmmm…Marty,” she whimpered. He spread her legs wider apart with one hand while the other pumped in and out of her quickly, her juices coating his fingers.
“That’s right…keep moaning in my ear, honey,” he whispered, nibbling on her earlobe. Her hips thrust up to meet his fingers and her grip tightened on his hair. He kissed her neck and continued slow, deep strokes with his fingers, panting in her ear.
She wrapped her left leg around him, bringing him in deeper. She brought his face to hers and pulled him in for a slow kiss. “Please…honey,” she whimpered against his lips.
He panted and nodded, kissing her forehead. He stretched his thumb to circle her clit while his index and middle finger rammed inside her and it only took a few strokes before she was shuddering beneath him, desperately swallowing her scream and tucking her face into his shoulder. He held her as she came to, gently brushing back the hair that was sticking to her sweat-soaked face.
He removed his drenched fingers from her, causing her to whimper, and brought them to his lips. He started sucking on his fingers and muttered in her ear, “I missed this.” He kissed her lips slowly, savoring the taste of her.
She pulled away briefly to whisper, “I missed it too.” She sighed in pleasure as their lips crashed together again and his tongue went down her throat.
He teased her right nipple, rolling it between his thumb and index finger, and he swallowed her moan as he kissed her. His other hand reached down to stroke himself, his breath hitching as he eased himself inside of her. They groaned quietly in unison, and she shifted her hips slightly, causing him to moan. He continued until his full length was inside of her aching pussy. They continued kissing as he started pumping into her in short thrusts, resisting the urge to plow into her roughly.
“Ohhh…Marty…” she moaned in his ear.
She bucked her hips upwards and wrapped both legs around his back, crossing them at the ankles.
They breathed in sync and she wondered why they couldn’t always be this in tune with each other all the time. He picked up his pace and his thrusts were less controlled; she could tell he was close. She wrapped her arms around him, one hand on his back and the other in his hair. She tugged him firmly and moaned, “Fuck…come with me, honey.”
He grunted softly and pulled himself almost completely out of her before pounding into her and it took all of Wendy’s energy to not scream his name over and over again. Her grip was so tight on his hair, she was worried she was hurting him, but she was too overwhelmed by how rough he was being- and how much she was liking it. It only took a minute or two before she was throwing her head back and seeing stars. He grunted and came inside her after a few more thrusts, collapsing onto her and completely spent. He was about to pull out of her and lay beside her, but she grabbed his arm to stop him.
They laid together with his head on her chest and her hand stroking his hair until he was soft inside of her.
“What time do you have to be up?” She asked him quietly.
“In two hours.”
They both chuckled. He gently removed himself from her and moved to lay beside her, his arm wrapping around her waist to spoon her.
“I love you,” he whispered, kissing her shoulder.
“I love you too,” she whispered back, interlocking their fingers.
They fell asleep and when the alarm went off, she let him sleep in an hour late. He deserved it. He was just resting so soundly.