Moving Forward

Passion

I lift my pounding head off the soft pillow, waking from my slumber.

Beer cans and wine bottles are scattered around me as I look around.

I lift up the sheets to reveal my naked body, a long with what looks like cake.

The brightness of the sun shining through the curtains threatens to kill me, and I immediately turn towards Brad.

Equally naked, and obviously still excited from last nights festivities.

The pounding in my head continues, begging for some water and pain meds.

I grab a sheet, covering myself as I walk to the bathroom, not that it matters anymore.

"What the fuck?" I sigh, holding the empty bottle "I just bought more."

"Stop yelling."

I hear the pitter patter of Brad'a footsteps as he walks towards the bathroom. He leans in to kiss me quickly before walking over to pee.

"What are you bitching about already?"

"There's no advil."

"What?" He turns his body towards me, somehow forgetting that he was peeing, and makes a huge mess "How did that happen?"

"Brad!" I try not to laugh, but know that if I don't, I'll be crying.

"Sorry."

He grabs a towel to clean everything up before helping me look.

"Maybe you left it in your car?" He starts walking out of the room.

"Wait..."

I quickly run up to stop him before he gets too far.

"I saw alcohol bottles and cake, but no condom."

His face drops. He rushes over to the bed, searching all over for the most important thing.

He stops searching the bed, and stares up and down at my body.

"Seriously this is not the time for that. Kassie is 6 months old! We can't chance having another baby right now."

He continues to stare at me before finally walking over and pulling something off the blanket.

"Found it."

I sigh of relief, following him over to the garbage can and out the door. He walks through the house not giving a care in the world that he's naked until he reaches the back door.

"Here, let me have this." He unwraps the blanket from me, leaving me standing there in shock.

"I can't walk outside naked or the paparazzi will go crazy and our poor children will see pictures of it."

Fair enough.

I walk back over to the kitchen, hoping to find something in the medicine cabinet. I flick on the coffee machine quickly as I make my way over.

"Well, I found a few toys, a diaper, and a sippy cup filled with what looks like orange juice."

He lays everything on the counter, walking towards me.

"Any luck?"

I point to an unopened box for him to check.

"Oh thank God." He says, opening it. I take the pills from him, downing them along with my much needed coffee.

"Drinking is not worth it anymore. I don't care what young people think."

"The night was fun..." he smirks, walking over to stand with me "You can't deny that."

"I just wish I remembered more than constant sex and laughing."

I look down at my legs, noticing a decent sized bruise on my thigh and point it out for Brad.

"How did I get that?"

"I think that might be from when the bottle got between us. I have a little bruise too."

He takes the sheet off, looking around for his bruise and pointing it out for me. I laugh at how they're almost identical.

"You also have cake in your hair." He picks around at strands, trying to pull it out.

"Ava is going to be pissed when she gets home and sees we ate all your birthday cake."

"Yeah, I don't know which one of us thought it was a good idea to take it up to bed, but we should have known."

"Drunken mistake."

I walk over to the fridge, looking around for some food.

"I don't even remember the last time we got that drunk. Or drank much at all in general."

"Had to be before I was pregnant with Ava." I hand him a carton of eggs, waiting for him to start cooking "Kids ruin the fun."

"When will they be home?"

My parents agreed to watch them last night so Brad and I could finally get a little break for his birthday.

"Probably within a few hours. I'm gonna go get dressed a while."

I walk out of the kitchen, glancing back to see Brad staring at me as I walk away. He quietly follows until he reaches me.

"A few hours gives us plenty of time." He wraps his arms around me.

I immediately turn around, backing myself up so I'm against the wall.

"You have energy today."

"Of course I do," he kisses my neck, pulling me closer so he's holding me "My very hot wife is walking around the house naked, I can't help it."

"Never said I was complaining." I arch my neck back, moaning as he covers every area of my chest with kisses.

He pulls me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. Passion rushes through my veins, pushing me to beg for more as he walks towards our room.

I pull him down with me as he lays me on the couch, trying to get situated.

Energy from the thrusts rushes through me with each one.

In and out.

Deeper and deeper.

He continues, digging his nails into my back, silencing my deep moans with constant kisses.

"Fuck!" I quickly push him away, smelling smoke.

"Brad! The stove!"

He runs out of the room faster than I have ever seen, jumping over the dogs and rushing to the stove.

"How is it?" I walk down after him "Bad?"

"You need a new pan."

He holds up a severely tarred piece of kitchen equipment in shame.

"Sorry."

"It's okay." I walk over to kiss him "I think it was worth it."

"You think?" He smirks, picking me back up "Well I think you need a shower to clean off all this cake."

"And I think that's a good idea."