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A week passed after Shane's funeral.
Rick was still on leave, as per department policy. Lori was doing whatever she could to help him through his grief. He did his best to be strong in front of Carl, and would put on a brave face, since his dad always told him "men don't cry." When he was alone and watching tv, however, there would be a story about another police officer shot in the line of duty. Different news "specialists" would give their take on "Police Lives Matter," and asked if there is a "war on cops." Lori would see him sitting on the sofa, watching the news coverage. She would sit with him, and see that he wasn't saying anything, but had tears running down his face. She would fold him into a hug, and he would sob for an hour on her shoulder. She would rub the back of his head and hold him tightly, saying "I love you, baby." She couldn't say "it will be okay," because it wouldn't. She missed Shane too. She missed how happy Rick was when they were together. She missed seeing her husband happy.
They talked about what happened in the past. She said the reason she was so upset with his job was that she was terrified that he wouldn't come home. And the more time he spent with his job, the more likely that would happen. That's why she got so mad. She knew he worked hard to support his family, and she thanked him for that. She said it would be one thing if he was a "pencil pusher" at a desk job, but he's dealing with people who could kill him. She apologized for not being there to support him emotionally, but promised that she will never go back to that.
A few nights later, after she tucked Carl into bed, she got into bed with Rick. They hugged for a while, and he said he wanted to talk to her about something.
"Baby, I was thinking. We are both the only people left from our families. If anything happened to one or both of us, what would happen to Carl? He doesn't have any cousins, aunts or uncles. It worries me to think of him being alone. I have two cousins I haven't seen in ages, and both of your parents were only kids. I was thinking that just neighbors and a handful of friends showed up for Shane's service. I feel lonely at times, not having nephews or nieces I can spoil. I'm scared for Carl. He's only eight years old. I don't want him to feel lonely. To think that you're the last person left in your family, is terrifying. I feel that, and I don't want him to."
Lori was wiping away tears. "I feel the same way. No parents, no siblings."
"Baby, you're gonna think I'm crazy, but what would you think about having another child? Someone to give Carl what we don't have….an extended family?"
He was worried when she didn't answer, but when he put his arm around her she was crying. He asked her what was wrong, and she slowly choked out that she was thinking the same thing.
She said that she wants to have maybe two more, and wants to do it before they turn 35, and they're both 32 now. He smiled, and rubbed her back. He asked her if she was okay, and she said yes. She said that they better not waste any more time, with a smile. They started kissing, their bodies entwined. She whispered in his ear "fuck me like you did after we had that fight." He remembered that night, and remembered the girl from the diner, but forgot her name. He was in bed with his wife. "To have and to hold, to love, honor and cherish." He loved her so much. When she hurt he hurt. Lori is the love of his life, no question about that. He rolled over on top of her, and she had already taken her shirt off. He kissed her deeply, and she spread her legs wide for him. He knelt back on his knees, and took her panties off. She reached up and tugged down his boxers. He was so hard it hurt. She reached down and grabbed his engorged cock, and separated her lips. He slammed into her. She let out a small yelp, but then moved to his rhythm. She wrapped her legs around his torso, and let him ride her for twenty minutes. He rolled over and she got on top. He bent his knees, and could tell she loved this new position. She would lean back against his knees and he would rub her clit. He snaked his arm up her back and pulled her down for a deep kiss. She buckled a few times, letting the feel of her orgasms envelope her. He said he was gonna come. He rolled back on top of her and pounded into her. When he came, he never felt such a strong orgasm. He felt like he was unloading years' worth of come into her. They both lay there, sweaty and exhausted. She remembered what her friend Paula had to do when she was trying to conceive…raise your knees and lie on your back after sex. When he rolled off of her she did just that, and told him about Paula. He laughed and said that maybe her hips need to be higher. He got between her legs, and put one of her legs on each of his shoulders. Maybe she should lie like this. Maybe if she came again a few times, his come would do the job. She knew what he meant, and laughed. He chuckled as he put his mouth over her lips, licking her wetness and darting his tongue in and out. He sucked on her clit, and smiled when she had to put a pillow over her face to avoid screaming. He could feel her come. He loved to see her squirm under him. He kept licking her until he was hard again, then lowered her hips and slid in. Their night together was endless, just like when they were newlyweds.
TWO MONTHS LATER
Lori would sometimes barely make it to the toilet to vomit up her breakfast. Rick would always be with her, rubbing her back and holding her hair. He would always go with her to her OB/GYN appointments. Her pregnancy was going very well, and although the doctor said she was doing fine, whenever Rick had a day off he insisted she rest. He joked that he would handcuff her to the bed. She would say "after the baby is born."
When they would go to bed, he would kiss her on the mouth, and then lean down to her growing belly and kiss it. As the months went on he became a nervous daddy, and had tears in his eyes when he felt the baby move. When the big day arrived, they dropped Carl off with Jenny and Morgan Jones, good neighbors with a son Carl's age. Delivery went smoothly, and the doctor said "congratulations, you have a daughter!" They cried tears of joy as they held each other. They decided to name her after their mothers, Judith Anne Grimes.
TWO YEARS LATER
Rick came home from a long day at work, to be greeted by his little girl, wobbly but running and yelling "Dadeee!" Lori would give him a kiss, and he would hiss her and then bend down to kiss her belly. "Hello to you in there….daddy's home." Carl got to the point when he wanted a fist pump rather than a hug. They would spend the evening as a family, no Ipads, no cell phones, and only tv on a rare occasion.
In bed that night he would rub a 7 months pregnant Lori's back, knowing that she was uncomfortable. He would often think back to that night, years ago, when he almost made the biggest mistake of his life. He hated that version of himself. He thought that he was a jackass, not being there for his wife. His WIFE. He loved her so much. What once was a marriage circling the drain was now a bullet proof union. He would wrap her in his arms at night, and always told her he loved her. She would always say she loved him. No matter what, she loved him. She was a new person too. She was more loving, and understanding when he had a bad day. A year after they welcomed their second daughter, Elizabeth Margaret Grimes, they had their "surprise" baby, born just a year later. Another son, Richard Shane Grimes.
Family life was hectic, but Rick had to admit that he loved every second of it. He would stop by the house unannounced and bring Lori the pink roses she loves. While he was there he became an expert on changing a diaper or warming a bottle to help her. He got a promotion, not only did the additional money help, he was put on a 9-5, Monday to Friday schedule. Lori was elated. No more night shifts.
One night, after he helped Carl with homework, and Lori with baths and lullabyes, they went to bed, both exhausted. They made love, tenderly, not like the rough, animal sex that created their three additional children. Lori fell asleep on his chest. Her head was on his chest, and her naked body was stretched out across his body. He was lying there, thinking of what their life was like years ago, and how they managed to put it back together.
He smiled as he drifted off to sleep, thinking about what a lucky son of a bitch he is.
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