Ghost of You

Four

Lindsey made it home finally about six o'clock in the evening, coming in and finding his wife, she was sat in the living room on the couch, drinking a cup of tea

"Hey baby!" He said excitedly, having missed her

"Hey!" She turned to look at him, smiling brightly, before opening her arms for him to come to her

"Right, that's it, I'm tying you to the bed and you aren't allowed to ever leave me again!" She said clinging to his neck

"How about I tie you to the bed and just have my wicked way with you all day and night?" He joked but the thought gave her a rush between her legs, squeezing her thighs together to hold back the feeling

"So! Tell me about your day!" She asked, changing the subject

"It was so good! The office is fairly small, but the people are so nice! And the computer system is actually pretty easy to pick up! My boss, Jerry is such a character, always joking about and...Steph? Baby, where'd you go?" He asked when he realised she was miles away

"Hmm?"

"Stevie, you asked how I got on then zoned out..." he laughed and ruffled her hair "What's on your mind?"

"Nothing, I've just been cleaning today, so I'm tired." She wasn't going to tell him what happened, because odds are he would laugh and make fun of her again

"Are you to tired for some playtime?" He swiftly cupped her between the thighs, adding some pressure with his four fingers to her centre

"Linds..." she moaned and grabbed his wrist, pushing his hand further against herself, and rolling her hips slightly, stimulating herself against him.

"I have missed you all day" he told her.

"I missed you too, baby." She squeezed her thighs, increasing his pressure and she bit her lip. "Take me to bed, Linds...please."

"Your wish is my command"

"Shot first?" he asked, remembering that last time she was very upset over missing it. When she shook her head, it surprised him. "You're sure?"

"I'm tired of feeling like a science experiment." she said, growing frustrated.

"Alright, your wish is my command." He carried her upstairs and lay her on the bed, already undressing her and kissing down her body. He rolled a nipple between his thumb and forefinger and she winced, pushing his hand away. "Are they sensitive?" he asked, looking up at her.

"Yeah" She breathes heavily, already highly aroused and begging for his touch again.

"Maybe we should call the doctor, you could be..."

"No, I don't want you to say it. I don't want to get my hopes up." She was clearly upset so he kissed her, wordlessly apologizing. She kissed him back, pulling his clothes off and kissing all over his chest. Her nails scratched lightly over his skin and he groaned, dying to be inside of her. He helped her free him and she scooted down to take him into her mouth. His eyes rolled back in his head and he had to be careful not to collapse on top of her. The sensations were incredible, better than he remembered.

"Oh, Steph....ahhhh....mmmmm" he said, incoherently. "I'm getting close"

Stevie immediately moved back up and spread her thighs, guiding him inside of her. "Hard" she said and he nodded his understanding, almost completely pulling out before burying himself deep inside of her, hitting her cervix forcefully. "Ahhh!" She screamed, digging her nails into him. "Harder, harder"

"Steph, I'm..." He rubbed her swollen bud in gentle circles, knowing she was close too.

"Come" he told her. Her legs shook and her head shot back against the bed. Her hair was getting messier by the moment and she whispered incoherent obscenities. Lindsey smiled down at her, riding out the last waves of his magnificent orgasm. His muscles were beginning to loosen up in his legs and hips. He withdrew and she rolled onto her side, kissing his neck and chest. "You felt different"

"Good thing or a bad thing?" she asked. "Was it not good?"

"Oh, it was good. Steph, you were so wet. I don't think I've ever..."

"I've been waiting for you. I want you every second of every day" She climbed on top of him and he gripped her hips. "Can you go again?"

"Are we just having fun or should I get your shot? You hate to miss them, Stevie and I don't want you to feel like we haven't been doing all we can." She suddenly got up and threw her robe on that lay on a nearby velvet  chair. "Where are you going?"

"You never cared before. I thought you want me, Lindsey, not just a mother for your children." She began to cry and Lindsey sat up, completely confused. "I can't do it. I've been trying for years. I can't have babies, I'm sorry. I'm tired of doing this and I just want it all to stop."

"Okay, we can stop." he said, trying to make her happy.

"We can't. You'll resent me then you'll leave and find someone who's as fertile as the day is long."

"What do you want me to say, Stevie? I tried to agree with you and I'm still wrong."

"I don't know" she sobbed, sitting down on the edge of the bed. He gently scooted closer to her and kissed her shoulder. She turned her head and he was able to kiss her lips. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be. I don't know how this feels but I can understand how frustrating this process is."

"It's all pills and shots and calendar marking. We have had the best sex recently because we started not to worry about shots. Maybe this is how it's supposed to be, just us. Maybe I wasn't meant to be a mother."

"Hey, don't you say that. Yes, our sex life has been amazing recently, and I like being spontaneous, but don't think that doing this means we won't have a baby. Relax. You're stressed out and I will be here every step of the way to comfort you or let you yell at me and throw things." She giggled a little. "You are meant to be a mother. It's a lot of work but every couple has some kind of challenge. Nothing is ever sunshine and lollipops. When our time comes, that baby is going to be so lucky to have you as their mother. You."

"You really think so?"

"I know so, angel."

"Thank you" she said, turning around to sit on her knees. She threw her arms around his neck and cried on his shoulder for a few minutes. Everything was taking its toll on her, maybe all she needed was a break and things would work out. At least, that's what she was going to tell herself.