The Life - Rebirth (The Life 4)

“Let’s see, is he here?” I moved my hand over her flat stomach where my son or daughter lay. It was still early days yet, but I was almost certain, and the early pregnancy test she’d taken says it's true.

“We don’t know for sure yet; it’s only been a few weeks.”

“Oh, I know. Besides, you said you were late.”

She pushed back onto my cock with a moan as I let my hand travel from beneath her navel to her Mons and back before letting it travel further on the next downward wave. She lifted her leg ever so slightly so that my fingers could find her clit as I stroked into her from behind as we laid on our sides, joined together, as close as two bodies could be.

I kissed her ear and turned her head with my other hand so that I could feed on her lips, my heart, and soul filled with the ever-present joy that has been with me since she came back to me. I’d changed, or she’d changed me, she and our children, who I cannot imagine living without. It’s been days since I got that sick feeling in my gut of what if.

Now my days are more often than not filled with either wedding plans or running after my children, nothing more strenuous than that, for now at least. A lot has happened in the last few days, things I choose to put aside for now as I made love to her. My hand left from between her thighs after she came soft and sweet around my cock and made its way to hers, to where she wore my ring.

It was her mother’s band, but I’d changed the diamond and added a little something that was sure to keep me apprised of her whereabouts always. I didn’t want to think about that either as I sped up my thrusts, going deeper into her belly, but staying out of her womb since the job had already been done.

I knew the second my slow, and steady fucking was no longer enough. When she came again, and her limbs trembled. We moved together as one, me putting her on her hands and knees before me as I knelt behind her, my cock still lodged inside.

She arched her back without needing to be told, knowing that this is how I like her best. Ass in the air, chest low to the pillow as she left herself open and at my mercy. I started out easy, watching the slow glide of my cock covered in a mix of her juices and precum. I’m sometimes truly amazed at the resilience of her body, the fact that she can take my full ten and a half inches without complaint.

I love that I fit inside her perfectly as if I were made for her and she for me. I love the way she grips me as if she won’t let go and more; I love those fuck me noises she makes as her greedy heat sucks the seed from my cock.

“Let’s go get the kids!” We were sharing breakfast out on the back patio of the guesthouse, looking out over the garden. There’ve been many mornings like this once the weather warmed up a little and since my parents had taken to stealing my kids for overnighters. They were only a few feet away, but I start to miss them after too much time had passed, usually around eight in the morning.

She looked young and fresh; her hair still damp from our shared shower. I hope I never lose this feeling of lust and love when I look at her, that I can enjoy for the next sixty years or so, this racing of the heart each time I look at her. So much has happened in the weeks since Sicily.

Ma was like a new woman, and Natalia, with the help of a therapist Pop, had found, was coming out of the dark place she’d lived for so long. There was a lot of furor over the burning of the palazzo, but nana had called in some favors, and it was written off as nothing more than a freak fire.

I’m not sure Sal had bought it entirely, but he hasn’t said much about it. These days he is more interested in his great-grandkids, who he swears are a gift from his father; not sure about that, but if it makes him happy, who am I to argue? I will have to come up with a way to tell him the truth when I finally reveal to him that I’d saved his father’s belongings. Hopefully, his joy in that would overshadow any sorrow he feels at his son’s passing.

Lyon had asked Pop and me not to let on that we knew about what went down, and we’d kept the promise, even when our women came clean and told us the truth. It wasn’t hard feigning surprise and giving a lecture about the dangers they had needlessly faced. But we were sure to show them how proud we were of them.