Two Different Roads

Heaven Isn't Too Far Away

Ellen was sitting up in their bed, reading another of the Agatha Christie novels she loved (she could finish one in a day)when her husband entered the room wearing nothing but a pair of thin pajama bottoms that left very little to the imagination. She was immediately struck by a pang of intense lust at the sight of him, no doubt exacerbated by her pregnancy hormones. It was momentarily distracted by one of the only other things as appealing to her in her altered state-food.
"I brought a bedtime snack for you and the lump," he offered, setting the tray on the bedside table.
"That seems a great deal for just a snack," she said, noting the abundance of strawberries, grapes, carrot sticks, cheese, and chocolates.
"I wasn't sure what you'd want, so I basically brought everything." He explained.
"My sweet, thoughtful husband," she told him. "I dont really know where to start."

"How about with this?" He slipped a juicy, concord grape into her mouth, and that hit of desire immediately returned. She suspected he knew exactly what he was doing, and as usual was enjoying the teasing. If in a particularly impish mood, he wouldn't give her what she wanted until she'd practically begged for it.

"Michael with all that pizza earlier, I'm not really hungry."
" Oh? Can I get you something else instead?"
"You don't need to, I have what I want right here," she said softly, kissing him.
"I think I should KEEP you knocked up. You were always ready for it, but now you've turned into a regular sex fiend," he teased.

Her fingers curled in that thick hair, her kisses deepening with her desire.
"Ya know, on second thought, maybe I should be offended. I'm not just a sex object," he finished in Princess Gwen's voice."
"Oh God Michael," she laughed.
"I'm a human being! I have FEELINGS!" He continued.
"Stop, stop! There'll be a puddle!"
"No! You stop treating me like just an outlet for your abnormal sexual urges."
He bent to her pregnant belly.

"You should be ashamed behaving that way in front of the lump!"
"Michael, keep doing that! Be Gwen!"

"What do you want me to say?"
"Just talk to the baby," she instructed, placing his hand on her tummy.
"Hello there Lump. It's your daddy."
"Shit, it just kicked!" He exclaimed in his normal voice again. It's never done that for me before."
"It must like that silly voice."
"So what do I do now?"
He considered for a moment, suddenly sang a fragment of an old tune that included yodeling.

He laughed, "This kid is gonna be a soccer player."
She grimaced suddenly.
"Sorry Baby, does it hurt?"
"No, it's just a bit uncomfortable. You riled it up. Calm it down now."
"How do I do that?"
"Your voice always calms ME. Sing it a lullabye."
"I'll try."

"Shadows slowly creepin'
Down the prairie trail
Everything is sleepin'
All but the nightingale

Moon will soon be climbin'
In the purple sky
Night winds all a-hummin'
This tender lullaby

Cares of the day have fled
My little sleepyhead
Stars are in the sky
And that the prayers were said
My little sleepyhead
To a prairie lullaby

Saddle up your pony
Sandman's here
To guide you down the trail of dreams
Tumble in bed, my tired
My little sleepyhead
To a prairie lullaby

Did oh-doo layie-ho doo-layie
Ey ho-layie-ho doo-layie
Ey ho-layie-ho doo-layie, doo-layiee"

"And you say you're not a cowboy."
"Well you can take the boy out of Texas, but I guess you can't take Texas out of the boy. Did it work?"

"I think so. It's still now."
He lay down beside her once more, caressing her baby belly tenderly. "That was cosmic (one of his favorite words). "I love you both bunches."
He kissed her, and she returned it, deeper, the need suddenly rising within her once again.
"You're still horny," he observed with a grin.
He slipped a hand between her thighs. "Does that help?"
"It's a start," she breathed.
"I know what would REALLY get you off," he said confidently and moved down her body, taking her knickers with him.
"You taste different," he observed.
"Is that a bad thing?"
"Not at all, I like it."
"God Michael, you've gotten so good at that."
She knew at first he'd simply taken up oral sex to please HER, but now he actually seemed to enjoy it as well. His enthusiasm for the act had increased greatly, and with it his aptitude for it. Her fingers tangled in his hair convulsively as she came.

When he was finally finished with her, he sat back on his heels, licked his lips. "Mmmm."
"That was incredible Michael, but I want YOU now."
"I want you too Baby," he told her as he slid his pajama bottoms down his long legs and off. He took her in his arms, removed her nightgown, gently stroked her pregnancy sensitive breasts. "You're so beautiful Marie."
"I don't FEEL very beautiful right now. I just feel heavy and awkward."
"You're not to me."
He pressed her to him. "Doesn't THAT tell you how much I want you?"
She shuddered, moved wantonly against his erection, curled a leg around his waist. "Michael, please."
"I love it when you beg me, when you let me know how turned on you are for me,"
He sheathed himself inside her familiar warmth, slowly, gently. "I'll take it easy Babe. Let me know if I hurt you."
They rocked together in a slow rolling motion that merely served to INCREASE her desire, not sate it.
"More Michael. I need it, need YOU."

He adjusted to her wishes, loving her faster, harder now until she reached another orgasm. He withdrew from her momentarily so that he could urge her to lye back against him, and he could enter her from behind. He cradled their child in his hands as he made love to her, his kisses soft and warm against her neck. God she was like heaven, the closest thing to paradise he'd ever get. She moved back against him over and over to take him even deeper, making what was already wonderful even better. It was his undoing. He came hard as he always did with her. He couldn't be sure if it was his feelings for her or if she was just that good (maybe both), but no other woman had ever satisfied him as Ellen did. Only Ellen with a simple look or touch could make him want her so much that he felt he'd die if he didnt have her, coulld give him such amazing orgasms. He was sure that fifty years from now, he'd feel the same way. He'd make love to her until he was too old to get it up anymore.

With that thought came another-she was the only woman he'd WANT to keep making love to years from now. It was an epiphany, and suddenly with that, he was unexpectedly free. No more messing around. He realized he didn't need to anymore. Whatever fleeting pleasure or reassurance he'd gotten elsewhere was strictly superfluous now. He'd never cheat again. Nurit was history just as fast as he could manage it, and she was the last, ever.

II
They lay side by side, belly to belly now, legs entwined, so close that suddenly Mike felt another vigorous kick. "Shit, we woke him up."
"Him?"
"Or her."
"You said him. Admit it Michael Nesmith, you want another son."
"I don't know, maybe. I'd love a daughter just as much though. Whatever it is, I hope it looks like you and not me."
"Don't say that."
"Can you imagine this face on a girl?"
"I happen to like your face."
"You only say that cause you're crazy about me."
"I am, but there's nothing wrong with my eyes. You're a great looking man. I'm sure there are plenty who agree with me."
"Millions of fourteen year-old girls can't be wrong. Is that what you're saying?"
"Stop, just accept the fact of your sexiness," she teased..."And make your child settle back down. It feels like it's trying to do the dance of the sugar plum fairies."
"Oh no, not MY son-a musician maybe, but a ballet dancer?"
"I don't think you have to worry about that. You'll have him taking apart a car engine before he's out of kindergarten."
They both chuckled. Mike caressed her belly once more. "You just cut it out there Little Nesmith. Daddy wore Mommy out and she needs to get some rest." He began to croon "Prairie Lullabye" once more, quietly soothingly.
Within minutes, both mother and child were still, at peace.

If you're not that familiar with the man's music you MUST check out this song in particular. It's simply beautiful. He's a great actor, but a fantastic singer too.
"Prairie Lullabye"-There are many versions of this old song I'm sure, but of course I'm partial to the one Nez sings complete with the yodeling.