Coffee Mess

What The Future Looks Like

10 years later...

Logan's P.O.V

"Is she asleep?" Sandra asks me as I enter our bedroom and close the door behind me

"Let's hope she is. If I have to get up one more time, I'll shoot myself with my own gun" I say, leaving the intercom thingy on my nightstand, and then I fall with my back on the bed

"It's only been 3 months and it feels like eternity... I'm not doing it again" she protests with closed eyes, as she's on her back too

"Hey! We didn't agree on that!" I argue, playing hurt

"Oh, come on, did we have to? We're officially outnumbered" she turns to look at me

"One more time, please" I beg her, turning on my side, looking at her with puppy eyes

"I love our kids, you know that. I wouldn't trade them for the world, but I can't do this again. 3 times were enough"

"Well, practically, it was 2 times"

"The fact that we had twins the first time, doesn't mean it was one time. They didn't get out together, it was like 2 labors" 

"I know, I know, you're right. Truth is I don't know if I can do it again either..."

"Imagine if you had to carry them for 9 months, give birth and breastfeed/pump and in general having to get through the most part of it all"

"I'm too tired to even imagine..." I say, rubbing my forehead

"I know, me too. Thank God it's Sunday tomorrow" she replies, rubbing my arm

"Right, it's Sunday" it dawns on me "I'm so relieved right now"

"Don't be, we have to be at your mother's at 12"

"Shit, I completely forgot. I have to shower, right?"

"Yes, and so do I. Basically, I have to wash my hair, the hormones are still a bitch"

"I think my hair is fine, what do you think?" I ask her, passing my fingers through it

"Your hair is perfect and it gets on my nerves. How can u have it that long and not need to wash them every 2 days?" 

"I have thick hair, you know that..."

"I do, yeah... I must admit, I wasn't a fan of the idea of you letting it grow, but, honestly, you're so fucking hot' she replies, making me bite my bottom lip

"You know, she's been quiet long enough, I think she's really asleep. And I took a glance at the other two, they're dead asleep too" I mention in a deep voice, putting my arm around her waist, pulling her closer to me

"I thought you were tired..." she says smiling

"I'm never tired for you, baby, you know that"

"After all these years?" she asks hesitantly, looking me in the eyes, doodling with her finger on my bare chest

"After all these years, yeah. I've told you before, the day I get tired of having sex with you, shoot me" I answer, stroking her cheek and when she smiles, I lean in kissing her. As I move a little with the intent to get on her, she pulls away

"What's wrong?" I ask concerned

"You know I'm always down to have sex with you; God, I could have you inside me all day, every day, and we haven't had sex since I got in the 7th month, but..." she starts, but then she stops, looking away

"What is it, love?" I ask her again, following her eyes

"After 3 kids, I feel a little self-conscious. I haven't lost all the weight I gained, I most certainly haven't exercised at all and I noticed a few stretch marks here and there...and don't get me started on my breasts" she explains and I sigh

"What makes u think that after 17 years of knowing you and 10 of being with you, I care about all that?"

"Great, you're that used to me that you don't even care how I look..." She says disappointed

"I didn't say that exactly. What I mean is that I love you for who you are and in my eyes, you're always gonna be beautiful. And, sure, your concerns are valid, but your stretch marks and your not-so-perky boobs don't matter to me, especially since it's the price you pay for having our kids. If anything, you're more beautiful now" I explain and she looks at me with glowing eyes

"You really believe that?"

"I do. With all my heart! If ypu don't want to have sex, it's ok, we won't. But don't let a few minor things you see as flaws, get between us...not after all these years"

"Well, I don't know if you really mean all that or you're just saying it because you have blue balls, but it worked" she admits, grinning

"Yes! I'm such a smooth motherfucker!" I exclaim, playing relieved that it worked and she laughs

"You're also very cute and I hope our son takes that after you" she says and pulls me into a kiss. 

Sandra's P.O.V

At first, I'm a little stiff, but when he gets on top of me and his hands start roaming my body, from my legs to my ribs, I feel my inhibitions going away. I put my hands on either side of his head, kissing him slowly, but deeply. He moves one hand from my ribs to my abdomen and up my chest, landing on the side of my neck, with his thumb on my chin. A few seconds later, his lips reluctantly leave mine and start dragging to the other side of my neck. I leave a small moan and push my hips on the bed, starting to feel tingling between my legs; something I had almost forgotten after all these months. When his lips reach my top, he lifts his head and I open my closed eyes to look at him.

His look seems like he's waiting for permission in order to continue. I nod yes, smiling, and he smiles back, before pulling my top off. As he tosses it away, he leans in and pushes his lips gently between my breasts. Remembering that my breasts are pretty sensitive and lactating, he just strokes the sides of them with his thumb, moving his lips down, leaving small, wet kisses, while I look at him, biting my lips, smiling, and with my hand in his hair.

Reaching my bottoms, he looks at me again, without raising his head from my hip bone, where his lips have stopped. I nod yes again and he pulls them down, taking my underwear with them too. He straightens his back, standing on his knees, to pull them off. After putting them away too, he gets between my legs and leans in, aiming for the apex of my thighs.

"No..." I say softly, putting my hand on his head to stop him when I realize where he's going with it. He stops dead and raises his head 

"Are you sure?" he asks in the same tone as me

"Yes...not tonight..." I answer, raising my back from the bed. He gives me an understanding look and gets up. While he removes his sweatpants and boxers, I get up on my knees and sit on my legs, waiting for him