Let Me Help You

I won't

Ernest was two months old already. The holidays were just around the corner and Stevie wasn't about to slow down and have a quiet Christmas. Lindsey thought she was completely insane, throwing a party for a bunch of their closest friends and family, which was already around fifty people. But she always loved this special day of the year, which she didn't get to celebrate for too long and now that she was a wife and a mother, she wanted to mark it more than ever.

"Just what are you doing here?" Lindsey sighed, sitting down next to Stevie in the living room, where she was furiously writing.

"I have some things I want to get off my chest."

"I thought you were filling out another shopping list." He leaned back, bringing her with him, pulling her away from the journal.

"Why did you do that?" Stevie wanted to protest, but gave in, throwing the pen on the coffee table as well.

"Because you shouldn't be up this late. Ernest is sound asleep and as a new mother, you should be in bed, cherishing every second of sleep you can get."

"Am I doing a good job? Being a mother to our son I mean."

"Steph, you're the best." Lindsey pressed a kiss to her temple, making her smile. "It all comes so naturally to you."

"You're a great father too, you're the only man I've ever seen myself having children with."

"Can I ask you something?"

"Anything." Stevie nodded, lifting her legs over his, her arms around his middle.

"When you came back into my life and you were pregnant then... You said, you had done it before."

"I had another abortion before, yes." She had never talked about this with anyone, but she felt like Lindsey deserved to know if he wanted to. They agreed they would keep no secrets.

"Was there even a second that you thought, you would have the baby?"

"Lindsey, why are you asking this?" The memories came flooding back and she wasn't sure if this was such a good idea anymore.

"Because you're a wonderful mother to Ernest and it's hard for me to understand how you went through with it."

"Our baby was born out of love you and I share. The other two times were different. I was thinking that what if I can't get pregnant after going through with this procedure? I thought about a lot of things, but I couldn't keep them, I just couldn't."

"I'm sorry I brought it up. I don't know what was I thinking." Lindsey tightened his hold on Stevie, but she shook her head, smiling a little.

"It's okay, you wanted to know."

"You should seriously go to bed, Stevie."

"I don't want to, I'm not that tired." She rolled her eyes and lifted herself up, then out of nowhere, straddled his lap.

"What... what are you doing?"

"You know very well what I'm doing."

"Are you sure?"

"We've had sex after I gave birth already. What's the matter?"

"You seem so fragile to me, I don't want to break you."

Stevie burst our laughing, then placed her hands on Lindsey's cheeks. "You couldn't even if you tried. I'm not just skin and bones, I have quite a bit of baby weight on."

"That is a load of crap." He switched their positions swiftly, now him being on top. "So, what was your master plan? You're not so brave anymore, are you?"

"Maybe I wanted you to take control? I find it very sexy... You should try giving me orders too."

"Right, okay. Then, clothes - off!"

She giggled at his tone which wasn't demanding at all. "How am I going to do that, when you have my arms pinned above my head?"

"What if you run away?"

"I won't. Ever." She added, suddenly changing the atmosphere. It wasn't about them being silly anymore, she meant what she said, making him fall in love again.

"I love you so much."

"I love you too." She gave him a series of small kisses on the lips. "Make love to me."

They helped each other to take the clothes off, tossing them around the room. His eyes were everywhere at once, taking in her beauty. She had changed, of course, but she had never look more beautiful and if he could he would never take his eyes off her.

He felt she was growing impatient and leaned in for a kiss, to which she responded instantly, running her hands down along his back and up again. He began caressing her thigh, letting his hand come dangerously close to where she was ready to beg him to touch her. His fingers brushed over her lower lips, just barely, while his tongue was teasing her hardened peaks, already making her writhe under him.

Suddenly, they were forced to come out of their moment, when they heard a loud cry coming from upstairs.

"This is not happening!" Stevie whined, as Lindsey was already up on his feet, pulling on his pants. "Can we make this very quick, please?"

"We have all the time in the world, baby!" He said, laughing as he hurried up the stairs.

She sighed, dressing up. "I was looking forward to that." She said to herself and Lindsey laughed again, hearing it.

"Don't pout, honey. Our son is hungry. Once he's back in his crib, we can continue what we started." He carried Ernest to Stevie and she wasn't really mad, but the moments she had with just Lindsey were becoming rare. "How about I run you a bath?"

"That would be great, thanks."

After she fed the baby, Stevie went to the nursery and laid her beautiful son in his crib, then leaned over to place a kiss on his little forehead. "I love you, my sweet boy."

Lindsey was watching from a few steps away, with a smile on his face. He couldn't wait until Ernest would have a younger sister or brother. What he didn't know was that Stevie was thinking the same thing.