Chelsea
She stared out the window of the room she had rented. Letting the tears fall freely down her face now that she was alone. She hated all of them, falling down her cheeks a reminder of the pain she felt. He’d been honest, she couldn’t fault him for that. She had tried and he had said no. Even her date with Simmons had been a bust, something about a call from a big project that needed his attention. She would give herself tonight, one night to feel sorry for herself. Tomorrow she had much bigger things to deal with. She heard the door, and frowned as she made her way over to it.
She peeked through the hole and took a step back, swallowing hard. Opening the door, she let him in.
“Chelsea, are you ok, I mean, do you feel ok?”
She rolled her eyes. “I guess he told you then?”
“Why did he have to tell me Chelsea, why wouldn’t you? A baby I mean a baby Chelsea?”
She felt her temper rising, and her voice followed suit. “I didn’t do it on my own Reg.”
He sighed loudly. “I know, I know. Just sit down here.”
She did, crossing her legs and arms simultaneously. He sat down across from her, and she waited, all the while looking him over, his face as perfect and she did her best to remember each and every detail of it.
“Why are you here Reg? I was going to tell you, you have to know that.”
“I know, but you didn’t. You just left today and said nothing.”
She laughed, letting the tears well up once more. “I set the whole thing up like an idiot. Getting Simmons to ask me out, just to make you jealous.” She sniffed loudly. “Then I was going to seduce you… and it worked and still even then, you said sorry can't.”
“Oh Chelsea, that’s on me. I let you walk out of there and I sat there kicking myself, hating to hurt you. You took the light with you, when you left. I felt everything go with you and I knew then I could let you. I couldn’t watch you go and leave me waiting and wanting you the way I do. I went to your fathers, to tell him the truth.”
“I’m sure he figured it out Reg.”
“No Chelsea, not that truth. The truth about me.”
She glanced up at him, waiting not giving an ounce of attention to the hope that welled up within her. She watched his face, the raw emotion there made her heart beat even faster as she watched him speaking the words she longed to hear.
“I love you Chelsea, I don’t know when it happened or what I need to do now because the truth is I am lost here. I am so completely out of my element and my comfort zone. All I know is I love you, and I want you. I don’t want anyone else to touch you, not ever.”
She smiled up at him, letting the tears fall freely as he spoke.
“I love you too Reg, I have always loved you.” She stood then, feeling the warmth of him as he pulled her to him, his mouth finding hers in a deep sweet kiss.
She let the clothes she word fall to the ground. Lifting his hands, she lifted her breasts up to him and he soon found himself buried in them, breathing deeply. He moved carefully, as though she was delicate. She managed to take over moving him herself. She freed him of his clothes, this time pushing him back on the bed.
“Chelsea we don’t have to..”
“Shut up Reg, just let me love you.”
He moved slightly as she took his already stiff member in her hand, gently caressing it with her hand. He moaned as she moved over him, carefully until she moistened her lips and took him in her mouth. He stiffened groaning as she moved her mouth over him, slowly and agonizingly carefully. She ran her tongue along the length of him, and suckled him in once more until she felt him moving, quickly changing place and he buried his length into her deep and true.
There were no words of love that needed to be shared as he loved her with everything he had. His movements moved faster and deeper and she met him thrust for thrust, calling out his name with each new push. She found her release first, moaning out his name as she did, gripping the bed beneath her head. He soon followed, and with one last push he called out her name.
He lay on the bed beside her, taking in her naked form, she smiled at him as he reached out to gently touch her stomach, as if he knew what was to come, or expected something to be there for him. She covered his hand with hers and smiled as he pulled her into him, keeping her there as he had once done before.
The months seem to fly by as they adjusted to a new life together. Reg was no longer afraid of loving her and was happier for it. She stood once more, rubbing her lower back as it cramped once more. It had been like this all day and she was ready to have this baby out and into the world once and for all. She made her way back into the kitchen of his condo. She was still here, and he would join her later tonight after work. The house they were building was taking longer than anticipated, but soon it would be ready for them.
She felt the cramp once more and frowned as she felt something wet between her thighs and she knew then this was no normal back ache. She dialed his phone and heard his panic stricken voice on the other end.
“You ok, baby?”
“Reg, calm down you’d think you were the one in labor.”
“Labor! Ok oh oh Ok labor.”
She managed to giggle through the pain. “Just come home and take me to the hospital, please.”
“Oh damn, I mean, yes I'm on the way.”
She laughed as she realized he had simply tossed his phone down and left, never even taking the time to hang up. She made her way to the bench by the front door, breathing through the cramps, but all the while smiling as she wondered if this was going to be more like raising two children.
Pulling up, he jumped out together, helping her walk towards the car one step at a time. She noticed his face a mask of fear and she patted his leg as he drove.
“Reg listen to me. I need you, and we need you to be ok. Now calm down and get me there safely.”
He relaxed some, taking in a deep breath as he pulled into the hospital and helped her inside. She was loved and she knew it in every action he took. She found her father, equally terrified waiting for her inside and she rolled her eyes slightly. He helped her get the wheelchair into the nurses offered and before long she found herself safely tucked into a bed, hooked up to more than a couple monitors, and gripping the side rails of the bed tightly.
He was by her side, and she felt his love with every push and soon she found herself holding an 8 pound baby boy, with eyes as clear as his fathers. She smiled up at her husband, and saw the tears of joy in his face, knowing he was as much in love with this baby as she was.
He frowned slightly, and she knew he had his doubts.
“Chelsea, he is perfect.”
“Yes, he is.” She agreed eagerly.
“I worry… about what I can do. Do you worry about my age Chelsea?”
“Reg, I love you, I married you and I just gave you a son. There is very little I am worried about. Your age is nothing to me, as long as you love us, we love you too.”
“I don’t think I have ever been this happy Chelsea, I suppose I'll have to stop calling you Linda now.”
She laughed slightly. “In our room, you can call me a good many things, as long as you always remember just who I am.”
“I think I am happy with Chelsea, my wife.”
“Let's name this young man, and then you get some rest. I’m