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I go to him. There is an awkward moment when we are wrestling the comforter and top sheet out from under him. Then we snuggle under the covers, spooning together, his shaft between my legs from behind.
“I love your ass,” he says. “It just fits my hand. And I love your breasts. Are they getting bigger?”
“Yes,” I say. “I think so, anyway.”
He tickles my nipples, sending a wave of molten heat right to my core. I moan, not trying to be quiet. With these thick, strawbale walls, I don’t have to worry about sound.
Charles is lying on his good side, and he begins to move, rubbing against my thighs, tickling my labia. The movement teases and tantalizes, hinting at possibilities, teasing me. He eases the hand beneath me down, cups my mons venus in his hand, and begins rubbing, then slips his fingers inside me. It is the most incredible sensation – trapped between his penis behind, and his hand before.
I wriggle, changing my position slightly, giving him access to my vagina and gently guiding him in.
He rocks gently inside of me, using his hand to help make sure we didn’t slip apart. With his other hand, he tenderly caresses my breasts. He kisses the back of my neck, finding the sensitive nerves there. It is pure bliss. I am warmed by him, pleasured by him, and wrapped in the scent and feel of him. I ride on a wave of sensation that rises higher and higher, finally cresting and leaving me wallowing in a trough of bliss.
But Charles isn’t done. He eases out of me, turns me to face him. He rests the knee of his injured leg on my thigh and slips inside me again. He begins the same slow, blissful rhythm, and soon I am riding on that wave again. It is like pumping up a swing. Done correctly, it is almost effortless – or so it seems. With each stroke, the pleasure grows more intense, more deep, until my world explodes in a sensation of light. Charles follows suit, and we lay tangled together, basking in the last aftershocks. “I love you,” Charles says.
“And I love you,” I reply, drowsily. It has been a long day, and I am in my favorite place in all the world – cuddled up next to Charles. “Best wedding ever,” I murmur.
Charles pulls me in a little closer. “Yes,” is all he says.
* **
Spring comes. Cece’s pirate playset is installed in a fenced backyard with a net over it so Mr. Fluffy can have outside time. Ours becomes a cheerfully busy neighborhood, and our love grows, as does my pregnant belly.
There is every indication that Grace and James are likely to have the next wedding. They visit often, frequently taking Cece and Gidget for walks around the central green. Flowers begin to bloom. Charles steadily gains strength, and I cannot think how I might be happier.
Larry visits one day and tells us confidentially that while they had picked up all the teens involved, they still have not found the adults who masterminded the plot. Until they do, we will be extra cautious. Our neighborhood of bio-arks become a gated community.
To me, it doesn’t matter. I have the people I love about me. Soon, there will be one more. Someday, Charles and I will renew our vows and have another big, beautiful wedding, this time with all the people we love physically present. Although, I think our wedding had been amazing, with people from everywhere around the world attending, and I certainly have no complaints about what happened after.
The greenhouse part of our new home is my favorite place. Charles and I sit there in the evenings and take turns reading to Cece. Sometimes, we set up the television and watch her favorite movies. Sometimes, we just sit and hold hands, watching whatever weather there was through the skylights.
“It’s not the penthouse,” Charles says one evening.
“No,” I say. “That was a very special place, but this is our home. What will happen to the penthouse now?”
“I’m renovating it,” he says. “The building beneath it hasalready been restored. We might want to visit the city now and then. We can stay there instead of renting rooms, and it is still a good place for business meetings.”
I think of the garden and the golden mesh dome. “I think I’d like to go there, sometimes. But not during tornado season.”
Charles laughs. “No, I think we would do better to be here when the whirly winds get going.”
“You make beautiful places,” I say.
“You mean your brother makes beautiful places. I just sign the checks,” Charles says. “But it is beautiful here, both inside and out.”
“Yes,” I agree, starting to stand up. “Whooo…speaking of inside and out…I think someone is getting ready to come out and join us.”
“Now? Right now?” Charles stands up in alarm.
“Plenty of time, I think,” I say. “Although I’ve been feeling strange all day. I think there is time for the midwife and the emergency wagon to get here.”
At three o’clock the following morning, Abigail Emory is born at home with the assistance of a licensed nurse-midwife, with a state-of-the-art emergency medical ambulance waiting outside. Neither Charles nor I wanted to risk any of our family in a hospital environment. At eight o’clock in the morning, Cece is allowed to hold her baby sister, while Charles and I supervise.
James and Grace take pictures. We have them framed and hung in the front hallway. It is, as the old commercials put it, a Kodak moment. But just a moment, for we had many more joyous ones after that – which is as close to happily ever after as anyone can get.
Chapter twenty-seven
Kate
