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Chapter 17 – Maybe baby.

“I want to see my wife,” Mack shouted at the nurse behind the desk. Peter Cochrane, Trudy and Martin rushed into the room to see him balling his fists and leaning over the Formica top in order to get to the officious woman that sat behind it.

“I’m sorry sir,” she said blankly, as if on autopilot. “I can not let you in there until the doctor’s have told me you can.”

“But she needs me,” he wailed. Peter and Martin grabbed him and pulled him back to the seating, Trudy rushing over with a sweet tea that she’d got from the vending machine. Mack’s distraught face looked into Peter’s, “I need her, Peter. I can’t live without her.”

“She’s going to be fine.”

“You don’t know that!” He bit out.

Trudy handed Mack the tea, bending down in front of him. “I’ve just asked her to let us know when Sophie’s finished being observed then they’ll let you in. But you have to calm down Mack, she says she has every right to call the police and have you done for disturbance if you don’t sit quiet.”

He nodded and sat back in his chair, falling silent as he sipped the sweet tea. “Thanks,” he said in return, his gesture barely audible.

“That’s ok, look I’m going to go and phone her brother, so I’m trusting both Martin and Peter to look after you.” She walked off to the bank of public telephones, choosing one which allowed her to see the group of men she had left to their own devices.

Mack sat shaking his head, “I love her, you know. Even through all this shit with the baby and conceiving and Katherine and everything else, I love her.”

Peter put his arm around his friend. “Mack, we all know that. We all saw it and heard it when you had that blessing, I don’t think I’ve ever been moved so much in my life by the honesty I saw both of you pledge to one another.”

“She’s become so obsessive though, with becoming pregnant.”

“So did Trudy, mate.” Martin stated, “every other night like clockwork, like a bloody chore, trying our hardest to make it different enough so it wasn’t getting boring. Then when we had the results that we feared the most, all the heartache, worry, taking temperatures and plotting charts that we’d done for nothing, it took the pressure off.”

“What happened?” Mack asked.

“We went back to normal, having fun. And the best bit was not having to worry about contraception.”

Mack sniffed, “yeah, I suppose that would be the best bit although Sophie had this way …”

Peter put his hands up, “I don’t think I want to know what Sophie had a way with, thanks, Mack.”

“Sorry.”

“No don’t be, at least the two of you have women that love you very much. What do I have, a stuffy old house that dad left me and a cat.”

Martin and Mack exchanged looks and laughed, “a cat?” Martin asked.

“Yeah, ok. My sister couldn’t take it to New York with her so she insisted I looked after it.”

“It?” Mack said.

“It’s a tom, but I can only think of it as an it, bloody fluffy ball of … fluff. Horrible thing. And the hairs get everywhere.”

“I can imagine,” Martin sniggered, as Mack began roaring.

“Fine pair of friends I’ve got here?” Peter scorned.

“Why don’t you just get rid of it then?” Mack asked still laughing.

“Because my sister phone’s up every week wanting to talk to the damn thing.” Both Mack and Martin wept with laughter. Peter eyed the pair with mock disdain.

“Thanks.” Mack said, placing his hand on Peter’s arm.

“What for?”

“Cheering me up a bit, for the moment anyway.”

“I’ve obviously missed something?” Trudy said as she came back over to the assembled group.

“Peter was just telling us about his cat.” Mack retorted.

“Oh, right. Having problems with it is he?”

“Only the hair, by all accounts,” Martin gestured as the two burst into fits of giggles.

Trudy shook her head, “little things …”

Mack calmed himself, “did you get through to Steven?”

“Spoke to Jenni, she wants me to keep her up to date and she sends her love, she asked me to tell you that if you need anything or just a talk then don’t hesitate to call her.”

“Thanks Trudy. I suppose we’ll know more when they’ve completed all the tests.”

“Yeah,” she smiled. Mack watched as she got up from her seat again and went back over to reception.

“Got a good one there, Martin.”

“I know, glad you passed her up, else I’d never have had a look in.”

“I don’t think we would have lasted in all fairness, had we started seeing one another.”

“You don’t think so?”

“No, mate. I’ve got no regrets, not with anything apart from the way I handled the whole sorry situation with Katherine and that kid of hers. I should have been totally honest with Sophie from the start. I just wanted to protect her from it.”

“We always believe we do things with the best of intention.” Peter surmised.

“Yeah, well next time, if there is one, I’m going to tell her everything, right from the beginning.” Mack said.

“Do you want to know what the results were?” Peter asked, his forehead furrowed.

“Not yet,” Mack smiled, “later, eh? When Sophie’s better.” Trudy ambled back, “any news?”

“Her gynaecologist is with her now, Mack. Once she’s done what she needs to then you can go in and see Sophie.”

“Thanks,” he pursed his lips and looked down to his clasped hands in front of him as they wrestled with one another. He let out the biggest sigh, “I hope everything is ok.”

.oOo.

Mack stepped through the swing door into the private room that his wife now occupied. A series of machines monitored heartbeat and breathing, whilst a drip gallantly kept the pain at bay. She lay, motionless, in bed, the covers tucked firmly around her. He noticed the vacant seat next to her bed and sat down in it, his heart heavy as he took in every last detail. How could he have done this to her?

He took hold of her hand in his; it felt cold to him as he held the back of her limp hand to his cheek, allowing her soft skin to gently rub against the day’s stubble. He kissed it, holding it to him as he allowed fresh tears to fall. “Sophie, please come back to me?”

His mind wandered back over the previous few minutes, “Sophie, the doctors have told me that you’re going to be ok, bit of a nasty bruise on your head but other than that fine, once you wake up that is. And that’s what I need you to do, get your strength up and wake up for me.” His hand reached up to her face, brushing her hair out from over her lidded eyes. He closed his hands around hers again, trying to warm it with his touch. “And at this moment, petal, I’d give anything to see those eyes of yours open up and look at me, share our joy and our pain with me. Everything we’ve been through.”

He lent towards her, “I know, Sophie, about the baby. You were coming to tell me about the baby, our baby. I’m so pleased, you can’t imagine, but your doctor said that you might miscarry because of the trauma you’ve been through. I’m sorry, it’s all my fault. If only I’d told you about Katherine.”

He pulled the chair closer to her, “all I wanted was for us to be happy, and it just seems like the last 3 months have been a nightmare. I could’ve coped without having a child of our own if I knew it was going to put so much pressure on us, but you in particular. I realise now that you did it for me, went to the doctor’s, took advice, lay on your back with you bottom in the air for half an hour night after night for me, all of it for me.

“I’ve been so god damn selfish, allowing you to torture yourself with all of this, burdening yourself. My lovely Sophie, my caring wife who’s so selfless, doing all of this because she thought that having a baby was the be all and end all. I told you before that I don’t care and you have to believe me, I really don’t. All I want is you, all I want is to be able to do is hold you, kiss you, look after you, make love to you and look what I’ve done. Pushed you away when I needed you the most, this situation with Katherine isn’t yet resolved but I need you, here, holding my hand and making me strong like only you can do, so I can face this head on whatever the outcome.

“Come back to me love, I just need you to be safe, here, with me.” He lent his head on the side of the bed, his eyes closing fleetingly with the stresses of the day. He couldn’t tell how long he’d been like that when he felt his hair move but as soon as it had he looked up toward her, her face solemn and drawn but with a twinkle in her eye. She was awake, her hand touching his cheek as he smiled up to her. “Thank God,” he whispered, reaching up to her face and trailing his thumb and index finger down her profile to rest at her chin. He lent up to her placing the lightest kiss on her mouth, she responded, pursing her lips slightly and allowing him to trace them with his tongue.

He sat on the edge of the bed. “How are you feeling, petal?”

“Sore,” came her croaky response.

“I’m not surprised, you looked like you’d gone 10 rounds with Tyson the way you’d fallen.” He smiled. “Do you remember anything?” She slowly nodded, a lone tear trailing over her cheek. “Do you want to talk about it?”

She shook her head, no. “Why?”

“Because I didn’t want to worry you over nothing, especially if it were nothing.”

She looked confused, “you don’t know?”

“You were far more important than the parental details of a boy I don’t know.”

“But he might be …” She shifted slightly, the wave of pain evident as it seemingly crossed her face.

“Sophie, you’re the most important person to me in the whole world. And …” He placed his hands lightly over her abdomen, “this is too. I know, Dr Shaw told me. No wonder you were so happy earlier on until you saw Katherine.”

She placed her hands over his, “It’s still … I mean … its ok?”

He nodded smiling at her, “yeah, she said that the next 48 hours will be the most critical but once we’re over that and you don’t …”

“Miscarry?”

“Yeah, miscarry, then she’s sure that we’ll have a healthy baby.”

She smiled, mirroring his own expression. “When I found out I was so happy, Mack. I just wanted to get to you as quickly as I could so I could tell you. Tell you that all of the things we’d been through hadn’t been in vain; tell you that we’d got something very special to look forward to.” Her face clouded, “I wanted to tell you, I wanted to see the look on your face when you found out from me, but she took it away from me.”

“Shh,” he sat next to her cradling her in his arms, “don’t upset yourself. She’s not worth it. And don’t worry I intend to make her pay.”

“No, Mack, please don’t. Just let bygones be bygones, I don’t want anything to do with her.”

“That’s what I thought you’d say. I left her in the office to find out about her son, Peter hasn’t told me yet. I asked him not to. I wanted to talk to you first.”

“It’s not really any of my business, is it?”

“Sophie, of course, it’s your business, if he is mine it affects both of us. If he’s not then it doesn’t matter anyway.”

“Get Peter here then, the sooner we know then the sooner we can do something about it.”

“He’s outside, waiting, with Trudy and Martin.”

“Bring them all in then,” she smiled, “safety in numbers.”

He nodded, quickly exiting and re-entering the room with the entourage. He sat back down on the bed, Sophie’s back against his chest. He buried his head into her hair not wanting to hear what Peter was about to say. Sophie’s hands found his and held onto them. “Peter, tell us what the result was?” She asked him.

“Ok,” Peter said, his face slightly grim, “he’s …” He gulped, unsure of how Mack and Sophie would take the news. “He’s …”

“Oh for God’s sake spit it out,” Mack stated, anger beginning to seek through every nerve ending.

“He’s … Mack, you’re …”

“Peter!”

“You’re not his father.”

Mack’s head shot up, “I’m not, you say, not his father.”

Peter nodded, “is that good?”

“It’s better than good, thought I might have to keep seeing that ex-wife of mine. One thing I certainly didn’t want to have to do. Did she say anything?”

“Only that she was surprised at the results, seeing how she felt her son was the spitting image of you.”

“Couldn’t see it myself, he had blond hair and blue eyes alright but nothing else seemed to match.”

“Mmm, well that wasn’t the only remarkable thing. Greg also gave me some other information after she’d left.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yes, Greg managed to get a sample of her DNA from a hair strand he’d sneakily picked off of her jacket when she’d gone to get Robbie tested. Seems like he wasn’t her son either.”

“That devious bitch. I swear to God I’m going to … hey,” he nudged Sophie lightly, “what are you laughing for?” He asked Sophie as her body softly moved along with her giggles.

“I just can’t believe she thought she could get away with it. Sad really. That’s why I’m laughing.” She tried turning around but the pain stopped her. Mack sat her back against the pillows, taking a seat in front of her again. “Mack, are you happy?”

“I’m ecstatic, because it means one thing.”

“What’s that?”

“It means I can look after you properly now, without worrying about anything else. And that’s exactly what I intend to do, starting now.”

.oOo.

It had been several weeks since Sophie’s accident and she had been allowed to go home to recuperate further. “Mack, will you please stop fussing.” He’d taken time off work to look after her.

“I can’t. I just want to make sure both you and the baby are ok.”

“We’re fine. We’d be much better off if you just left us alone for awhile, too.”

“Sophie, I know you are a fiercely independent woman, one of the reasons I fell in love with you but until Dr Shaw tells me that you are ok to walk about on your own then I am staying here, making myself useful.”

“Well, if you want to make yourself useful you’ll draw me a bath, help me into it and wash me down.” He quickly sidled off into the bathroom, ‘peace at last,’ she thought, ‘at least for 5 minutes anyway.’

“I’d have thought you’d have wanted me around, anyway.” He called from the bathroom.

“You can have too much of a good thing, you know?” She teased.

He lent up against the door jamb, watching her as she became engrossed in her book. “I know, but it was worth it, in the end.”

She looked up to him, “you mean the baby?” He nodded, straightening himself up and walking over to the bed. “Yeah, it was worth every minute, every kiss, every stroke, every thrust and every moan. We made a baby, Mack.”

He smiled, taking her into his arms and kissing the top of her head, “there is one thing I haven’t told you yet that Dr Shaw told me.”

“Oh yeah?” She asked, dreamily.

“That if we wanted to, you know, begin to make love again then it would be alright. She even recommends that her pregnant mothers have sex at least once or twice a week as she believes it helps with the birth ultimately.”

“She didn’t?”

“She did, she also said that there are other things she’ll recommend to us as we get closer to the birth.”

“So what you’re saying is that if we fancy it then we should just do it?” She slid her hand under his white t-shirt feeling up over the waistband of his jeans to find his flesh.

His skin tightened and then relaxed as a result of her protestations, “yeah, that about sums it up, but she recommends that we …” He let out a long moan as she continued to explore higher, “er … we start with you on top of me, so as not to put any undue stress on the … um … baby. Sophie?”

“Yeah?”

“I need to go and stop the water.”

“Oh, right.” She lent up, suddenly cold from the loss of his body against hers. She watched him go back into the bathroom and decided to give him something he’d not had in a while. She slipped off the bed and pulled off her clothing, before crawling back on the bed and posing for him. She softened the lighting and awaited his return, slowly brushing her palms over her nipples to bring them to life.

Mack stood in the open doorway and looked across to the bed, awaiting Sophie’s reaction to his own naked body. He stood open mouthed at the sight of his wife, “Jesus, Sophie. I never thought that you could ever look more beautiful but you can. Pregnancy certainly agrees with you.”

“And you,” she countered, watching his erection dance from his obvious appreciation of her. She held out her hand to him. “Come here.”

He ambled over, taking her hand and crawling over the covers to her. He kissed every inch of her, allowing himself the added pleasure of licking and nibbling over her slightly swollen abdomen, his mouth searched lower from his right angled position and as he drew further down her body she parted her legs and let her knees drop down to the cover.

His head was upside down to her now as he lent his chest over her torso, his tongue gliding downwards from her clit to her opening. He delved deeper, his nose rubbing against her perineum as his bottom lip glided over her clit. It had been so long since they’d just enjoyed each other that he really didn’t think it would last too long. He was right and soon she was climbing as her orgasm took over, he could hear her panting and just enjoyed the moment, feeling her velvet walls encasing his tongue, her juices in his mouth as she rode on to oblivion calling out his name at the top of her voice. He let her body slow before he removed himself and quickly turned to kiss her mouth. “You really are going to have to learn to control your screaming when the baby comes,”

“Not at first,” she smiled seductively, her eyes closed from the aftermath and still unable to move.

“Was that good?” He asked of her as she began to peel herself up.

“Very,” she panted, “it hasn’t been that good since, oh I don’t know,” she glanced at him sideways, a mocking look on her face as she bit her bottom lip, “since the first night you did it to me,” she joked.

“Oh, you are so wicked, Sophie.” He pulled her to him, kissing her hard and allowing her to fall gently against his chest as he lay down onto his back. “My turn now, I think?”

Sophie shook her head, a saliva coated finger that she’d just sucked slipping down from the tip of his cock, over his shaft and down to his balls. “It’s our turn; I’m so wet from what you’ve already done to me it would be a shame to waste it.”

He grabbed her arms helping to position her over his penis, her entrance teasing him and her along with it, his cock twitching with delight anticipating the moment she slid over him. She didn’t waste too much time and soon she was taking him inside her. He moaned, his body vibrating. He looked at her as she gently slipped back up him, an expression of sheer joy encapsulating her face as she took him inside her again. “So, good,” she murmured. She began to speed up as he bucked against her, their bodies finding their natural rhythm.

“Sophie, you don’t know how long I have wanted this to be like this again.”

“I do, Mack. I’ve missed this too.” She shrieked, enraptured with his subtle movements, pulling her to him slightly so that her clit now bumped his pelvis sending shockwaves through her. She increased her pace, her velvet walls soaked with her wetness as she rode on oblivious to anything else that was going on around them.

“Sophie, you’re so wet, I can’t believe it,” his words helping to soak him even more as she delighted in what he’d told her. “I’m going to come. I’m sorry, I can’t stop myself.”

“Don’t try, I’m coming too,” she breathed out through her heavy panting. “Oh, James.”

“Sophie ... Sophie.” They came together; she stroked his chest and kissed his nipples before collapsing against him. “Sophie, that was incredible.”

She nodded, “yes, that was. Surprising what you can do when the pressure’s off, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, it is.”

“James?”

“Mmm.”

“You know I said earlier on that I want you to stop fussing over me?”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t, if fussing over me means that you’re going to make love to me like that again, it would be a shame for you not to.”

They both laughed softly. When they finally drifted back down to earth Mack pulled her into his arms and picked her up. “Right, Mrs Mack, there’s a bath with our name on it.”

.oOo.

“How are you feeling this morning?” Mack asked, as he cuddled his wife.

Sophie was sitting up to the breakfast bar, her smallish bump pressing against the side of the worktop. “Fat,” she said solemnly, “that’s why I’m wearing black. Thing is, I’m only set to get fatter, aren’t I?”

He bent down, laying a kiss on top of the bump. “Well I think you look adorable. In fact, I love it, especially when you’ve got nothing on,” he whispered into her ear. He pulled away still holding onto her waist. “And you’re not fat.”

She smiled, “by the way, thank you.”

“What for?” He went over to the fridge and poured himself some orange juice.

She returned her attention back to the paper although she wasn’t reading it, grinning, “for last night. I think my husband finally surpassed himself.”

“Keep talking like that and someone won’t be getting their Christmas present.”

“Oh, ok then. Thank you, Mack, for a wonderfully romantic night of … sex.”

“You really know how to keep a guy turned on.”

“Yeah, especially when he has a baby bump fetish.” She grinned from behind her paper again. He walked back over, ripping the paper from between her hands and throwing it behind him. “I was reading that.”

“No you weren’t.” He pulled her to him, his hands pulling her legs up around his waist as he moved closer to her. His hands soon found her waist and waltzed over her hips as he lent in to take her mouth. He pulled the heavy wrap around skirt open and moved closer still, a hand crawling its way up the inside of her nylon covered thigh. He met her skin as he found the top of her stockings and reached further to find his goal. His fingers slid over the cotton of her briefs, “you’re wet.”

“Always, for you.”

“You realise I have to punish you, for your dissent.”

“Oh yes, anything.”

“I want you Sophie, now, before we have to go to work.” She nodded her acceptance, his mouth crashed down onto hers again, his fingers fumbling inside her panties, finding her wet folds and delighting in sinking a finger inside her velvet softness. A familiar gasp left her body as he sank another inside her and then another, before building up a rhythm. She reached down between them, opening the fly of his trousers and reaching inside his boxers for his arousal, carefully exposing his erection and gently stroking him at the same pace he was working her. She let go, reaching up under her skirt and helping him move her panties out of the way, his cock edging ever closer to her sex. She opened her lips with her fingertips as he gently slid inside, her fingers then stroking along his shaft as he stroked in and out. “That’s so good, Sophie.”

“Yes,” she sighed, keeping her fingers in place around him as he continued to ride in and out of her. “So good. James, I’m coming, I can feel it.”

“Yeah, it’s your fingers around me, the feel of them is speeding me up too.”

“James.”

“Sophie, Sophie, I’m coming.” She put her head up against his shoulder as he pumped harder and harder, until she finally whimpered out her last moans. They stayed in their union for a few minutes until they had both recovered. “Oh damn.”

“What?” Sophie asked, straightening herself back up after finding a clean pair of pants from the underwear pile in the laundry room.

“I need to change my suit,” he kissed her nose before running up stairs, “I’ll be 5 minutes, can’t afford to be late for work again.”
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