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Seventy Four

When I woke the next morning he wasn't in bed, I sat up and listened. I could hear him moving around in the kitchen. I hauled myself out of bed, made myself look presentable and headed in there. "Morning beautiful" he said smiling as soon as he saw me. "Hi" I replied. "Do you want some breakfast?" he asked. I nodded and sat on the stool, watching him dish up some pancakes, his speciality. "How's your back feel today?" he asked, I shrugged, "not too bad, it gets worse toward the end of the day" I said. "You look bigger every day, no wonder you're struggling with a sore back" he said frowning. I nodded, "it feels like it" I said. He took a deep breath and spoke again, "Genevieve, I'm sorry, about what happened that day. At the party" he said. I looked up from my plate, "I know" I replied with a sigh. "No .... you were right" he said wryly. He was standing opposite me and shook his head. He grabbed his phone, tapped at it finding something and passing it to me. It was a thread of messages. My eyes widened as I read them and my heart started thumping in my chest.
~ Hey handsome, I wasn't joking when I said call me. I'd love to catch up, just like old times. It'll be our little secret, your wife will never know
~  I'm sorry if I gave you the impression that I was interested, I'm absolutely not
~ Wow, okay, my apologies. I must have mistaken your friendliness for flirting, my bad 
~ That wasn't my intention, at all
~ You might want to work on that for her sake, or you'll find yourself in lots more awkward situations, haha,
take care
~ Thanks for the advice
I looked up at him, he had the good grace to look embarrassed. I didn't want to say 'I told you so' no matter how much he deserved it. "So it seems, I was being flirty, unintentionally, but flirty nevertheless. You're right, I haven't quite made the adjustment, I'm sorry. I'm working on it. But Gigi believe me when I say it was not deliberate, I'd never do anything to hurt you. I love you so much, I'd never ever cheat on you" he said in a rush. I silently handed him back his phone. "This marriage, our relationship, has been a huge learning curve" he said running a hand through his hair. I wasn't sure what to say, I had a range of emotions going on. Anger, vindication, confusion. Finally I spoke. "You will always be appealing to other women. I came to terms with that a while ago, but I refuse to compete for your attention. That's not how marriage works" I said reluctantly. "I know, of course, I know and I'm sorry I dismissed your concerns, I'm sorry if I made you feel like you were overreacting. You didn't deserve that" he said. "Despite my nagging, you've dealt with the changes better than me" he admitted. "Because I love you. I want to get it right and having this baby, I have to do the very best for her" I said rubbing my belly. "Please tell me you forgive me" he said coming around and grabbing my face in his hands, kissing me swiftly. "You can't just make it right by smothering me with kisses and making me try and forget how shitty you acted" I said gently pushing him away. "I know, I know. I have been an ass, I'm so sorry" he sighed. I was thinking of how and what to respond, I couldn't just forget what had happened. I needed reassurance he was going to change. My phone signaled a message, we both glanced at it. "What does he want?" he asked curiously, but there was an edge to his tone. "Probably just checking in, to see how I'm feeling. It has been nice, especially since you iced me out" I said, barely keeping the sarcasm out of my response. Shannon was always sending me messages, just to say hi, to see how I was feeling. "Well, if I was ever out of the picture I know who'd step in. I guess I should be glad it's my brother and not some complete stranger" he sneered. My head snapped up, "how dare you?! You openly flirt with other women, then have the audacity to say something like that to me!" I said bitingly. "Despite everything, I messaged you. Yet, you could barely be bothered sending me a response. You didn't once ask how I was feeling, when you knew how much I've been struggling. I wasn't punishing you, I was trying to save us. But you were being petulant and bad tempered. Your silence, your complete indifference to me, broke my heart. I felt as though I'd lost you" I cried. My shoulders dropped and the sobs I'd been desperately trying to hold back suddenly erupted. "God that was a shitty thing to say, I'm a fucking asshole Gigi, I'm so sorry" he said, obviously angry at himself. "These snide comments about your brother need to stop. You need to come to terms with the fact that I fucked him, it's what you wanted at the time. And yes, so did I, but you can't keep bringing it up because you now hate the fact that it happened. Because if you have to, you'll choose him over me, over us" I said crying, "Gigi that's not true. You'll always come first" he said. I shook my head, "no, that's not true and you know it. The music will always come first, and he's your flesh and blood, you love him more than anyone else in the world. Even me" I said sadly. "Genevieve, stop. You're my family now, I love you. You and the baby, you come first now, I promise you" he said sharply. I felt his hands on my shoulders and I tried pushing him away. "Stop! Don't touch me! You think you can make everything better by wrapping your arms around me. It's not going to cut it!" I sobbed. But he was stronger, he held me tightly against him. One hand gently rubbing my back and the other wrapped firmly around my waist. I struggled against him, trying to escape his embrace, but it was impossible. "I was fine before I met you! My life was quiet and calm. Then you came along ....!" I growled. He leant back to look at me, shaking his head. "Don't kid yourself! You came alive when you met me" he said passionately. I gasped at his arrogance, "but so did I Gigi, you brought new meaning to my life. I, love, you" he said. And suddenly his lips were on mine, kissing me with an intensity I'd never felt before. And I couldn't help but fall. I was suddenly on fire, my hands had grasped his beautiful long hair, holding him to me. Desperate, hungry kisses, as though we'd never kissed before. We finally separated, taking deep dragging breaths and before I could object, he pulled me wordlessly to the bedroom. He grabbed my tee pulling it off. Then hooked his fingers into the top of my shorts, dragging them down my legs taking my panties with them. He eyes roamed over me, a dark desire burning in his gaze. A moment later I gasped once again, he was on his knees. His mouth on me, his hands holding my hips as his tongue delved into my soft wet folds. I cried out as he sucked on my clit, my hands gripping his hair roughly. My knees felt like they were going to buckle and I could feel them trembling, he sensed what was happening as well. To my dismay, he pulled away leaving me panting and unsatisfied, but at least I hadn't fallen. He stood up and pushed me onto the bed, gently laying me back. He made to move down again but I stopped him, I needed him inside me and I told him so. He took no time in stripping off his clothes, then grabbed my hand pulling me up, then sat back, stretching out his legs. He motioned for me to straddle him, holding my hands helping me. His eyes flicked down to my ever growing belly, a soft smile now crossed his lips. I felt a warmth blossom in me, unfurling like a flower. "You are beautiful Genevieve, I can never get enough of you" he murmured as he leaned forward cupping my breasts. Plumping them up in each hand and kissing the rosy tips in turn. I moaned softly, desire building fast. I was impatient now, I pushed him back against the pillows and I reached out grabbing his cock, it was jutting up proudly. He hissed letting his head fall back as I pumped him hard. My thumb swiped over the head, collecting the moisture that had gathered there and I brought it up to my mouth, sucking it clean. He groaned, but I wasn't done. I got up on my knees scooting up closer, one hand steadying myself on his chest, the other guiding him into me. I lowered myself down onto him slowly, sighing as I felt every ridge, every vein throb inside me. I started to move, rolling my hips, slowly at first then harder and faster. Slamming down onto him over and over again, crying out as I fell over the edge. My breathing was hard and fast as I felt him stiffen beneath me, thrusting up one last time as he came with a loud satisfied groan. I felt the familiar spin in my head, blackness enveloping me, yet again.

Jared's POV -
I watched her eyes glaze over and then close, her body slumping down on me. I carefully lifted her off me and lay her down. "Gigi, wake up baby" I said loudly, gently shaking her. I watched as her eyes fluttered open, looking confused. "Did it happen again?" she sighed. I nodded, "yes, are you okay?" I asked. "I'm okay, I'm sorry" she said shaking her head. "Don't apologize, you can't help it" I said laying down next to her. She fainted and often. Usually when we were in bed, sometimes when she'd been busy. No matter how often it happened, and the many assurances from the doctor that it was just one of those things and I shouldn't worry, it still freaked me out. "Gigi, I'm sorry, please forgive me" I pleaded, praying she'd believe me. She nodded, I saw tears slide down her cheeks and my heart ached. I turned her to face me, "don't cry, I'm not worth it baby" I said wryly. She frowned, "of course you are, I love you. You're everything to me, I couldn't bear to lose you" she whispered. "You won't, just give me another chance, please" I said. She nodded slowly and a small smile appeared. I grinned, my heart lifting. Her hand reached up swiping her tears away and she sighed. I pulled her close and kissed her forehead and cheeks and lips over and over again. She laughed softly, "your beard is tickling me" she said. "It is getting pretty long" I mused. "Don't shave it! I love it big and bushy" she said her eyes widening. I shook my head, "I won't, not yet anyway. There's nothing I need to shave it for" I assured her. "Good" she said with a smile. "Genevieve at the risk of making you mad, I have to say, I don't think it's a good idea for you to come here alone anymore. Hear me out, it's just, it's far from home, our home. It's too easy for someone, papps or anyone to find you. I'm not saying sell it, I'm just saying, you should only come here together with someone. Me or the girls or Caroline, whatever. I just don't think it's safe for you to be here by yourself" I said cautiously. I waited for the fireworks, but I was surprised to see her nod in agreement. "As much as I hate to agree, I think you're right" she sighed. "Maybe you can move some of your favorite things home, so it feels more like here?" I suggested. She nodded, "that would be nice" she said. I didn't say anything else, I knew she loved her house and it was heartbreaking not to be able to come and go as she pleased. "Are we good?" I asked her softly. She nodded, "yes, we're good" she replied. I exhaled happily.