2- Who would have known?

                                    

                                          

"We should talk" he mutters. "Not in front of the kid" she says shortly and he just kneels to say good morning to their child. 
                          
"I want chocolate milk" RC says with a funny tone making both of them laugh. Lately the only thing bringing them together was work and that little boy. 
                          
"Let's get you one" she says as they walk hand in hand to the kitchen. She just stares at them, she's mad, of course she is. She wanted to stay at home with them, and he signed for more shows. 
                          
She could feel how they were falling apart and she just wanted to be with him and solve things together. 
                          
She makes a little effort and just gets closer to him and kisses his cheek.
                          
Their first physical contact that day, and it was extremely weird considering it was almost noon. He smiles to her, he likes the gesture, specially knowing she was mad at him. 
                          
But he also knew she was probably doing so RC wouldn't notice they've been fighting. It was all because of him now, and although he loved how such a good mother she was, he felt like he was left behind. 
                          
So he's been pushing her away. Even though he knew it made no sense.
                          
She takes RC to the backyard and play with the ball and then with his bike, he just stays inside although he's dying to be with them. 
                          
He misses her so badly. But she barely talks to him during that day, and when they were getting into bed, she had picked her PJs "I'm staying in the other room" she said.
                          
And he didn't say a word back. She had tried to make peace with him, she had kissed him although she was upset, but he was making things so difficult to her.
                          
She gets in bed and her head doesn't stop thinking. Had he stopped loving her? He could understand if he had stopped desiring her, after all her body had changed after pregnancy. 
                          
She had suspected he was having fun with someone else. But now it was different, she didn't feel loved anymore. And the idea of him loving someone else broke her heart in million pieces. 
                          
But in the other room, he was trying to make his mind. He wants everything to be back to normal, but things had gone out of control and he doesn't even know why. 
                          
So without thinking too much about it, he just steps out of bed and walks to the room next door.
                          
"What are you doing here?" She asks when she hears him walking towards her bed. "You're so sexy while angry" he mutters, climbing on to bed.
                          
"Since when?" she says resting on her elbows. "Since always" he mutters placing on top on her, their lips almost touching. 
                          
She doesn't reject him - she never does - so he presses against her body and kisses her neck with desperation. 
                          
She's so focused on no moaning his name, still mad not wanting to show him how weak she is to him, even though he knew it perfectly. "I can leave if you don't want to" he groans knowing exactly it will only turn her on more.
                          
She desperately slides her hand between their bodies, shoving it against his erection. "Fuck me" she moans freeing him from his PJs. 
                          
He lifts her camisole and thrusts into her deeply, causing her to moan. He places his hand on her mouth, muting her moans. 
                          
The other one sliding down the strips of her camisole, exposing her breast to him, which he licked and bit. 
                          
She surrounds his hips with her legs taking him deeper inside of her, it's been so long, she needed him so badly. 
                          
It's desperate, they've been hungry of each other for weeks, finally breathing when they tasted the other. 
                          
She comes quickly, as he bites her nipple. A couple of thrusts more and he releases inside of her, moving away quickly. 
                          
"I-" she starts saying. She's a bit less angry now, less frustrated with him. "I'm sorry" he mutters, getting up from bed, putting his pants back on place.
                          
She's not, but he doesn't give her time to even say it, because he walks to the door, leaving her completely clueless, and wanting him even more than before. 

                          
Author's note: that was a short one. And I just want to hug them and tell them to be alright again!