"I love you Mr. Shepard."

Thirty five

Jessica wore a skin tight black dress that was low cut, not only would it torture Sam, but it would be easy to breastfeed the baby too. Being cleared was already killing her that she couldn't just attack her husband. She walked downstairs and smiled at her son and husband. Sam instantly walked to her and pulled her to them and kissed her. The baby grunted.

"We're squishing him." She mumbled against his lips.

Waylon started crying loud and it caused them to break apart and Sam saw the lust in her eyes.

"Let's go." He linked their arms, and escorted her outside.

Jessica smiled as he opened her door and strapped the baby in his seat and gave him his binky.

~

Jessica had her head propped up on the table, smiling as Sam talked to her. The baby had slept throughout this dinner. Jessica ran her stocking clad foot up his pants, pressing on his manhood and smiling as he was talking about their children.

"Abby doesn't need a new bike Sam."

"Jess, she asked me for a new bike."

"Well you can tell her that mean ol' mommy said no."

"Jessi."

"Sam we just bought her a bike last Christmas."

"She said she doesn't like pink anymore."

Jessica rolled her eyes and took a drink of her sparkling water.

"No."

"Fine."

"Now onto more important things."

"Like?" He said as he took a drink of his wine.

"How hard I'm getting it tonight." Sam almost spit out his drink as she let out her seductive laugh, throwing her head back.

"Because I need it." She pouted.

"You weren't even cleared."

"Mhm." She said running her foot up his leg.

His eyes widened and he grabbed her hand and the car seat.

~
After making love, Jessica lay sprawled out on him beginning to dose off onto of him.

"I love you Mr. Shepard."

In loving memory of Sam Shepard.....R.I.P.