Into the Light

His posture had changed; he looked defeated as he rubbed his face with his hands “Elijah’s cancer has returned.”

It took me a moment for the words to sink in. “It’s back?” I asked fearfully, my voice quivering.

He stood up and walked over to Amelia’s bassinet. She was sleeping, but for some reason he picked her up and held onto her. He rubbed his nose along her face. “Stage 3, we think. He’s in Australia, being treated.”

“Huh… wha...” I couldn’t form any words. He had cancer? But Adriana…

“Why didn’t Adriana say anything to me…and she’s pregnant?” I stammer.

Again Lex buried his face into Amelia’s hair; I didn’t quite understand what the hell I was missing.

“She doesn’t know. Elijah wanted this treatment first. He didn’t want to stress Adriana out while they had been doing IVF.”

“Why would he want to have a baby if he could quite possibly die?” I asked harshly.

“Charlotte,” Lex warned.

“No, Lex, why didn’t you knock any sense into him? At least convinced him to tell Adriana so she wouldn’t have been so baby crazy!”

“Because, Charlie…he has recovered from cancer before. He won’t die, okay… he will be just fine.” His words didn’t convince me and I doubt they convinced him.

We sat in silence that night, holding onto Amelia as if our lives depended on it. I prayed that Lex was right, that he could prove me wrong, but something greater told me we needed a miracle. I felt its forces and knew that only one person could confirm my fears. I reached over and grabbed my cell as Lex fell asleep with Amelia in his arms. Finding her number in my contacts, I hit call and made my way to the kitchen. It rang out, and just before I was about to hang up, she answered.

“Charlie?”

“Mom, I need your help.”

“Corazon, what’s wrong?”

“I need you to do a reading, Mom, I need some answers…”

Chapter 25

Lex

There is this feeling that words can’t describe at the moment your child cries. The sound rings in the dawn of new life, new beginnings, and the world is once again blessed with another angel. The adoration that I had felt for this little girl had consumed me all in one touch. I wasn’t good with babies, or children for that matter, but somehow, when you are handed your baby for the first time, life just falls into place. She was perfect in every way as I held onto her, carefully counting all her fingers and toes. Of course, she was tiny and wrinkly, so it was impossible to figure out who she looked like. Everything about her was so small and delicate that I struggled with this fear that I would break her. She quieted down enough for me to bring her angelic face toward my lips. I knew that women talked about how amazing babies smelled, but I never understood that until this moment. Amelia Grace was Daddy’s little girl, and she had only been in this world for less than a min

ute.

I couldn’t have been any prouder to call Charlotte my wife than at this moment; she had gathered her strength and faced the unknown. I was so proud of her and forever grateful that she carried our beautiful child, and now she was living, breathing and ours to cherish for a lifetime.

It all seemed like a whirlwind. The constant stream of visitors, the sleepless nights, but through it all, we were finding our feet. Life had completely changed. I was no longer putting in ridiculous hours in the office; Kate had taken over most of my work and was learning the ropes. We had a few days left in New York before we headed to LA. Our apartment was pretty much packed and Kate was going to sublet it from us. Charlotte was spending a few hours in the office, having meetings with Nikki and Michael, planning out the new office in LA that was due to open up in the next few months.

On the days that Charlotte had things to do, I relished in the opportunity to stay home and spend time with Amelia. Okay, so I turned into one of those corny dads, but I swear I could look at her perfect face all day. Most of the time she just laid in the crook of my arm, and I managed to conquer the art of typing emails with one hand. My favorite thing to do was feed her; it was our special bonding time. She took to the bottle well, but secretly I think she preferred the breast. Who fucking didn’t? Charlotte’s boobs…my fucking god, they were massive. I know I was busy with work and moving, but fuck me dead, I was a fricken walking boner around her. Six weeks was supposed to be the minimum healing time; even from my medical days I knew that. It was somewhere in the second week that Charlotte became a ravenous horndog and caught me by surprise one night.

A warm sensation wrapped around my cock…mmm what is that? Fuck, it feels good. Sex dreams are the next best thing to when you can’t have real sex. As the sensations intensified, I reached under the blanket and felt her soft curls…but they were real?

I opened my eyes and even in the darkness I see her movements… FUCK WOW

“Charlotte,” I murmured, placing both my hands in her hair as I move her head, pushing it deeper.

She stopped for a moment, sliding her hand from my shaft and moving slowly “I can’t wait, Lex, I’m going insane not touching you.”

“Do you even know how much of a turn on it is to wake up with you sucking my cock?”

No more words were said, it took only a few more strokes along with her mouth taking me all in and I was done, seeing fucking stars, because that’s how good my wife gave head.

It became blowjob city in this household, but hey, who was I to complain? We were both desperate to fuck, and because we couldn’t, it made it all the worse. Every night we would try other things, I would rub her clit and make her come. Some titty fucking, but that was one big fucking mess with all the milk squirting everywhere. Then it was all back door. Okay, yeah, I know we do it often, but this week it had been 3 times. Like I said, it was a full moon or something because we were both animals, and we officially caved on the fifth week. What’s one week, right?