Part 27

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Part 27

Minutes had gone by without anyone saying anything. Brady watched as John and Marlena both stood with a blank look on their faces, like they had seen a ghost. And Jack was biting his lower lip like he always did when he felt nervous. What am I missing here, Brady thought to himself.
"Dad...are you okay?" He asked nervously and put a hand on his shoulder.

John was startled, almost jumping when he felt his son's touch. "What..?"

"I asked if you are okay" Brady repeated.

Running his hand over his face John tried to collect his thoughts. Ignoring Brady's question he quickly reached for Marlena who had not moved an inch or said anything.
"Baby..." He whispered and framed her face with his hands, his thumbs softly caressed her cheeks.
When he finally made eye contact with her, she snapped out of the hypnotic state she seemed to be in.
"John....Alice...our baby girl.." She stuttered with a mix of happiness, excitement and doubt present in her hazel orbs.

"I know sweetheart, I know" he said, his thumbs removing the tears that now streamed down her cheeks.

Marlena looked at him baffled. "You do?..how?"

"You came to me in a dream...you told me to find her and told me to remember her name...Alice...I didn't remember until Jack said her name" He explained as it all came back to him.

"I...I saw her...John.. I..it must have been a dream too" She stuttered, trying to explain. "She has your eyes.." A loving smile formed on her lips.

"Dad...Marlena, what are you talking about? What's going on?" Brady asked even more confused than before. He turned to Jack, who to his surprise was not a big question mark, like himself. "Jack?"

Jack's suspicion was confirmed by his father's and Marlena's reaction. When he had learned that the person who had contacted him was 31 years old and suspected that she was adopted, something inside of him told him that she indeed was related to his father. That, combined with the story that John and Marlena had shared with them, about how they used to be married and everything that happened afterwards, it didn't take much of a genius to figure out that Alice was their child. His plan was to tell them what he had figured out tonight, that's why he wanted to come over, but he didn't expect them to already know that they shared a long lost child.
"It's okay Brady..Let's leave the two of them alone and I will fill you in, okay?" Jack said as he pulled at Brady's arm.

It wasn't until John heard the door close behind his sons, that he noticed they left. Marlena was still in a state of shock and overestatic joy by the prospect of being only hours away from reuniting with their daughter. "Tomorrow...Oh John, we will see her tomorrow.." Tears still streaming down her face.

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His gentle fingers slowly traced up and down the soft skin of her thigh, evoking a satisfied moan from her lips. His hot breath caressed her ear and his lips kissed the secret spot behind it, making Marlena squirm against his hard naked body which lay flush against her bare back.
Unbeknownst to John, she had been awake for a while, quietly enjoying his soft and gentle touches.

John had watched her fall asleep not long after Brady and Jack had left, completely exhausted after the day's events. He hadn't been able to sleep, too many thoughts occupied his mind so instead he had laid down and watched her sleep.
She was simply the most beautiful woman even when she wasn't trying. Her soft golden locks splayed out on the pillow, her perfect face and the way the thin silky bedcover draped over her delicious curves, made her irresistible.
The soft smile that formed on her lips in her sleep when he made his presence known with small kisses and touches made his heart melt and his desire grow.
After a couple of hours John was beginning to find it harder and harder to restrain himself from not waking her up and show her what she unconsciously was capable of doing to his body.
He was so turned on by the feel of her skin and the small sounds she made, that his hard length was aching and twitching, begging for attention.

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