Page 19 of Resurfaced Passion

“Do you hear that?” She asked. “It’s my biological clock ticking out of control.”

Because she said it so dramatically with her arms spread and her slim neck arched back, Jud grinned and rolled on top of her, nuzzling his mouth into the hollow of her throat.

“Hear that?” He offered his own puzzle and pushed his hips down hard into her softness. “It’s my dick wanting to fuck.”

She mewled so sexily he nearly lost all his come on her inner thighs, but now he had a higher purpose. Not a drop would go anywhere else but deep, so fucking deep in her womb until he’d filled it with what his girl wanted.

They were gonna have a baby.

They tried so hard. Morning, noon and night, Jud was on his mission until his dick begged for a time out. Months ticked by and nothing happened. No pee stick came up positive. They spent so much on those things. Weeks slid into another, they had the practicing down to a fine art. They fucked everywhere and Jud read a woman needed to elevate her hips afterward so he would always prop her up with pillows and bring her snacks and then rub her sore little overused pussy with the flat of his hand and talk to it like their baby was already swimming to the promised land. He made his wife come and come and come and he emptied so often inside her that he joked she’d be sloshing when she walked. They fucked at his job, at her job, in her parents bathroom, in the restrooms in bars and restaurants. Not to mention in every room in their apartment. It was as if he’d had a fire lit under him and he couldn’t get enough of her, knowing what she needed from him.

Jud became wholly focused on the pleasurable task.

As the year slipped towards the end he watched his ladybug. She was showing signs of feeling defeated, she tried to act tough and strong, but he knew her inside and out. It just focused him like a motherfucker to get the job done. It was when he found his ladybug sobbing on the bathroom floor holding another negative test that Jud said enough. “We have to either stop trying, baby, or we see a doctor.”

Fucking doctors, after a battery of tests they said nothing was wrong with either of them. Not one goddamn thing. There was nothing for him to fix. His wife was healthy, fertile. His swimmers were in good shape. Keep trying, was the advice.

She lay in his arms that night, slicked with sweat, her hips propped with four pillows, and her eyes lowered, dazed. He’d given his all to his wife. She looked like a goddess and his spent cock jerked a little bit. He loved her so fucking much.

“I was thinking…”

“That’s always dangerous, bug.” She jammed her skinny fingers into his ribs.

“Judson Renner, I’m being serious.” She wound his hair around a finger and traced his eyebrows, across his lips, down his neck. He just watched her, in awe.

“If we can’t have a baby…”

His heart flatlined, pain slicing him down the middle. He felt like a failure that he couldn’t give her what she wanted. Gathering her in, he kissed her forehead. “Bug, you heard the doctors, there’s no physical reason why we can’t. We just have to relax. It’s been a shit few months.”

Her family weren’t helping their stress levels. He hated the freeloaders. Especially her stepbrother. That creepy jackass looked at bug in a way that made Jud’s skin crawl. If he had to stand back and watch it once more he was gonna kill him.

“Having babies won’t define us, Jud. I realized and Iknowyou and I are enough. I love our family of two already and if a baby comes along to join us that will be the happiest day of my life, after marrying you.” She followed this statement by nuzzling his nose with hers. “We are enough, Jud. I love you so much, so very much and I love our life. We’ll get puppies. So many puppies.”

Goddamn, she was killing him. All Jud could do in that moment was hold her close, kiss her neck, her lips, her forehead and love her even more.

His wife was incredible. Resilient. A fighter.

So damn strong, she was the glue to their family, and he prayed to a God he didn’t fully believe in that he could give her all the babies, because any kid would be lucky to run into her arms and call her momma. “I love when we can walk down the street to have pancakes at 6 am and that you don’t mind watching re-runs of Friends even though you hate Ross and I love that we plan fantasy vacations late at night and we can talk about nothing and everything. We are so enough as we are.”

This was his woman, his bliss and everything. He’d always known he’d move heaven and earth for his ladybug, would fight anyone, kill anyone who tried to harm her. Her smile was his currency and her heart only beat for him just like his thumped for her.

He might not be worth much, but to her … he was king, she was his queen.

“I fucking love you,” he rumbled thickly into her neck.

“I think we should save for that motorcycle you want. We could go on long rides, even travel across country like we talked about, Jud.”

“Sounds like a good plan, ladybug.” He enveloped her in his arms and hung on for dear fucking life.

She was his life and he’d be ash without her.

“I love you. I love you. I love you.” She kissed all over his face until they were rolling around the bed, laughing and attacking each other with tickles.

She always won, she knew his weak points, like a lucky man, he let himself be pinned by her and the beauty looking down at him, with all her hair falling in his face dragged the very air from his chest.

He kissed her deep, he kissed her long until he was saturated in her taste.

“Love you more, bug.”

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