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I walk into the front door of my home, cast and crutch free. It feels amazing to be healed again, and my leg seems completely fine. "Steady on," Elliot laughs at my eagerness as I walk into the house. "There's no rush."
"I know," I grin at my husband. "But for as long as I can remember, I have had my leg in a cast," I joke, and he smirks.
"You're terrible," He says, wrapping his arms around me and kissing me deeply.
"Gross," a boy's voice says from behind us, and we turn around.
"Edward," I say, looking at the boy, and he shakes his head.
"I'm Joey," he says, and I bite my lip.
"I'm sorry, you know I'm still learning," I say as I walk towards the lounge. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at school?"
He looks at me with his big brown eyes, and they are full of tears. I instinctively open my arms, and he cries into my neck. "It's okay," I soothe him, swaying his body with mine. "Take your time, tell me what happened."
Elliot sits down next to us, and he looks at me, concerned. "Mom and Dad are going to kill me," he says, looking sadly at me.
"Just tell me, I won't kill you," I smile at him.
"Alexis is pregnant," He says sadly, and I look at Elliot, who is rubbing his forehead.
"Your girlfriend?" I ask, and he nods. "I see," I say, loosening my grip on him so I can look at him. "That's why you're not at school?"
"I don't know what to do," he says, wiping his eyes. "I don't want to have a baby, I'm just a kid."
"You didn't use protection?" Elliot asks, and he turns to face his grandfather.
"I did, she said it didn't work."
"Okay, so let's not freak out until we have the DNA to confirm it," I say. "It might not be your baby."
"She wouldn't do that to me," he assures me, and I nod.
"I think we should call your mother–" he shakes his head, and I squeeze his hand. "– She's going to find out anyway, wouldn't you rather I help you tell her?" He nods, and I look at Elliot. "Alright, I'll get her to come over as soon as she can."
***
"What happened? Is he okay?" Heather asks as she walks into the house and sits next to Joey. She cups his face and looks into his teary, bloodshot eyes.
"He needs to tell you something," I say, sitting down beside him and holding his hand.
"You're scaring me," Heather says, looking from me to her son. "Tell me."
"Please don't be mad," Joey says, crying again. "Alexis is pregnant."
"What!?" Heather asks, her voice raised, and I hold my hand up to her.
"You said you wouldn't get mad," I remind her.
"Respectfully, Mom. Don't tell me how to raise my children," Heather snaps. "How could you be so stupid?"
"I used a condom," He tells his mother, and she continues to shake her head.
"Get up, we are leaving," she tells him.
"I want to stay with Grandma, " he says, squeezing my hand.
"Get up, now!" she shouts, and he flinches, rising to his feet and grabbing his rucksack. He follows his mother out of the house, and the door slams.
"Should I be worried?" I ask Elliot as we both sit in shock. "She won't hurt him, will she?"
"Our daughter? No. She just has her mother's temper," He says, wrapping his arm around me and kissing my forehead. All I can think of is that poor boy and how scared he must be feeling right now.
"Do you want to go out for dinner?" Elliot asks. "Now that you can walk again like a normal person." I laugh, smiling at him.
"Sure," I smile. "I could use the distraction."
"Get something fancy on, I have some calls to make," Elliot smiles.
***
We pull up to the restaurant. It is fancy, Elliot didn't lie when he said we were going out for a fancy dinner. "El," I gasp as a waiter shows us to a private table. "This is lovely. You shouldn't have."
"Shouldn't have what? Treated my hard-working wife to a nice meal?" he smiles. "I would take you to expensive restaurants daily if I could." I blush, biting my lip as he looks at me. "You look sexy," he says. "Someone is getting lucky tonight." I laugh, browsing the menu. "Do you want a Merlot?" he asks, and I nod, smiling at my husband.
"You can pick the food," I say, closing my menu. "I want to see what you choose for me."
"Challenge accepted," He smirks.
We eat delicious food and we drink expensive wine for hours before heading home. I can't keep my hands off him. His lips feel so good against mine as we make out in the back of the cab. "I can't wait to get you home," I tell him, my hand moving to his belt buckle.
"Steady on now, we don't need to be arrested for indecent exposure," He says, holding my hand until we reach our stop. Elliot pays for the ride, and I open the front door, pulling him inside with me. We kiss frantically as we walk through the house, discarding items of clothing all the way up the stairs. By the time we reach our room, we are already completely naked.
"You are so fucking sexy," He tells me, his hands cupping my full breasts.
"Show me," I say, biting my lip and walking to the bed. "Show me how sex you think I am."
He grins, I can see a sparkle in his eyes as he walks towards me. He bends down and kisses me deeply, biting my lip. The pain sends a jolt to my clit and I moan against his mouth. He pushes me down gently and spreads my legs, kneeling on the floor in front of me as he slides his tongue all the way up my slit.
"Oh god," I moan, my hand instinctively moving to the back of his head as he presses his tongue firmly against me. "That feels so good." This is hot, I feel a fire building in my belly as he swirls his tongue around the most sensitive part of my body. "Don't stop."
He sucks my clit into his mouth and sucks it hard, I moan loudly, grabbing his head and shoving his face deeper. He moans against me and the vibrations drive me wild. I feel a tightness in my stomach and my walls clench as I come hard, moaning deeply.
"You taste so good," He smirks, flipping my body over so I am on my stomach. I am still sensitive and breathless as he slides himself into me, deep and hard.
"Fuck," I moan, gripping the sheets. It feels amazing, I will never get tired of having sex with this man. He holds my hips and fucks me hard and fast. I lose count of the amount of times I come, my ears soon start to ring and I struggle to catch my breath. "El," I moan and he pulls out, rolling me over again.
I smile up at him as he slides slowly into me. "Nice and slow," I say as he kisses me passionately, his hands tangled in my hair. He holds my head to his as he continues to make love to me, slower this time. I feel another orgasm building and I don't know if I can handle another one, but I do. We come together, quietly and our bodies shudder as we collapse into a puddle on top of one another.
"I think–" I gasp. "– that might have been the best sex I've ever had."
