As I lie awake, thinking of all the bad, my thoughts and eyes drift to my beautiful wife and I can't help but stare. She is so peaceful, so beautiful as she sleeps. She stirs and I know I am about to be caught. I shut my eyes and attempt to labor my breathing.
"Jane?" She mutters as I try to lie still, "Jane, come on. I know you're up."
I hear the sleepiness in her voice, and I turn over to get closer to her and our unborn child. I pull her close, her protruding stomach protected against my body. I hear her sigh as she gets comfortable and wraps her arms around me. I glance at the clock and we still have 3 hours until we have to be at the FBI office. I grin as I get into position, this is going to be fun.
I can sense Jane's mischievous grin and it excited me a little more than it should. Normally, at 3 am, I would not be interested in anything but sleep; however, being 7 months pregnant and newlyweds, this is when I'm most horny. I smile and roll onto my back, allowing Jane to do most, well, all of the work.
"Why do I always have to do ALL of the work?" Patrick groaned, "you know, I could use some attention too."
Jane was whining but he was not breaking stride. Under the covers, I feel the warmth of his breath and the soft pressure of his lips. I grab onto his golden curls and succumb to the moan that has been threatening to escape. My back arches as his tongue delves deep inside me.
Normally, it would take a lot more to make my Teresa excited, but ever since that morning seven months ago, it's been effortless. Don't get me wrong, it's still the highlight of my day, but I do miss the return. Since she hit the third trimester, she has been less inclined to focus on me in the bedroom. I shift my focus to what it feels like to be inside her, so as she's getting wetter, I'm getting harder. My hands run up her curvy hips, lingering on her humongous bump, waiting for my lips to catch back up. As I lay tiny kisses on her stomach, my hands find their way to her swollen breasts. I start rubbing, taking my time before cupping the tender breast. I hear her moan, feel her catch her breath, as she whispers my name in delight. As I focus my attention on her perfect twins, we make eye contact and Teresa pulls my face toward her, and we get completely lost in one another's mouths.
I feel Jane's hard cock pressing against my soaking, throbbing, pussy. I reach down to slide off his boxers. He looks at me with an eyebrow cocked, and a giddy smile spreads across his face like a wildfire. I readjust, getting more excited by the minute. Normally, I make it a point to pleasure Jane before penetration, but we were both more than ready. His already humongous package was thicker than ever, busting at the seams, begging for a proper release. I looked into his hazel eyes with a mutual pleading expression. With that, I get on all fours after planting a long passionate kiss on his lips, he grabbed my hands I positioned in front of us, and I waited for him to get our bodies in synch. I let out a yelp and he dove into me, grabbing my waist to help us get going.
"Oh fuck," I whisper as Jane yells out, "Teresa, FUCK!"
We are both panting as our fast bodies slow, his toned chest collapsing on my back. I roll over and smile sweetly at the love of my life, as an invitation to cuddle. He sighs a relief and lays down behind me, enveloping me in a tight, warm embrace. His breath becomes soft and slow and I know he's relaxed. Right before we drift off, he whispers in my ear, "I love you so, never go, be forever mine, 'til the end of time." I smile to myself knowing those words will only ever be said to me. Before I know it, I fall back asleep in the arms of my protector.
"Babe," I whispered, putting down Lisbon's coffee, "Teresa?"
At the moment, my gorgeous wife jolts awake, "JANE?! We're late!" she shouted.
I laugh and nearly dodge her flying arm, but she catches me square in the back. Luckily, I was able to shield her eggs and toast from the assault.
“Teresa, relax. Don’t get so excited, I think we’ve had more than enough excitement for the morning.” I replied with a devilish grin.
Teresa blushed as she took a bite of toast, “Shut up, I can’t help that you have a way with me.” Suddenly, she gasped again and put down the food, “It is 8 a.m., we ARE late, a whole hour late!”
I chuckled, “Babe, take a breath. I called in and told them we had a long night. Cho congratulated us by the way, he applauds your stamina.” T gasped but before she could talk, I continued, “No, for real, I told them you had some pretty bad morning sickness. Abbott was more than understanding. I told them we would be in at 10.”
Lisbon smiled and sighed a sign of relief, “this is why you’re the best husband ever. Oh, and the eggs!”
Feigning injury, I grab a piece of toast, wiggle my brow and ask, “Is that the only reason?”
Lisbon looks at me, up and down, bites her lip and says, “Normally, I’d deny it, but I can’t after this morning. You’re sexy, generous, and uh, you know” she says glancing down, “uh… gifted,” she finishes with a smile. Even after all of these years, I can’t help but blush when she compliments me. I grab her by the waist and pull her close while looking into her eyes, “and you’re the best wife because you’re amazing, loving, and dare I say, a novice in the sheet, and on the counter, and in the shower, and..”
“JANE!” She cut me off smirking.
“What?! I can go on babe!”
“Well, thank you,” T says with a playful smile.
“Teresa, I’m serious,” I reach over, pick up her shirt, and kiss her bare stomach, “you’re the best wife who’s already given me the best gift ever. I love you so much.” I then pull her into a tight embrace.
I put down my empty plate, stroking his curls and face and he finishes his last thought. My heart was full, and I happily accept his sweet embrace.
I sense a sense of urgency coming from his last sentence and pause, “Babe? Are you okay?” I asked as he just hugged tighter. I pulled away a little to look at his face, “Patrick?” He looked up at me, tears forming in his eyes. I reached down and wiped the tear from his cheek with my thumb. I left my hand there, trying to soothe him. He grabbed my wrist and sighed deeply as the side of his thumb softly slid up and down my wrist.
“Teresa, I need you to know that you are the best thing to happen to me. Charlotte and Angela...” He paused and his breath caught, “they were amazing, and I love them. I always will and I will always miss them. But you, you and this baby, you are my present and my future. You are my world and I cannot imagine life without you. I love you and I need you.”
He was crying at this point and we laid back on the bed. I made him lay on my chest while I held him, and he held me and our unborn child.
“Babe, I know. I know they’ll always be a part of you and that is more than okay. I wouldn’t want to ever replace them,” I grabbed his face, kissing his forehead ever so gently, “I love you. This baby will love you. And you, Patrick, you are the love of my life,” I say through my own tears, “I will never leave you and I will always love you. That is a promise.”
He cupped my chin lovingly, “Thank you T, I love you.”
After holding each other for a while, we got up to head into work. I was really happy with the way our morning went and I felt so loved and secure. ‘This man,’ I thought, ‘he is something really special’.