The weeks leading up to the wedding seem to come and go with the speed of a hurricane. Before we knew what had hit us, the wedding was upon us. It was intense, and I was more nervous than I’ve been about anything in my entire life. But it was that good type of nervous, where you know everything is going to go all right.

The wedding went off without a hitch. It was the best feeling of my entire life, standing up on that altar, gazing into Noah’s beautiful eyes.

We went on our honeymoon to Hawaii, intent on soaking up the rays on the beach, sipping cocktails by the ocean. In reality, we spent almost the entire trip in the gorgeous hotel room, making love on the bed. We joked that we were trying for our second secret baby. Although, of course, this one wouldn’t be a secret from anyone.

I still can’t get over how much anxiety I held over the James and Noah situation, and for so long. I was so used to holding this secret so close to my chest that I didn’t realize how much it was affecting me. Now, I go about my day with a clean conscience and my body actually feels lighter for it. I used to have this heavy kind of feeling. It was as if I was holding my breath for five years. Not literally, of course. Now I breathe freely.

Noah’s new book is doing even better than expected. It turns out that he doesn’t need a lot of television promotion to get his book into the hands of millions of people. He became something of an overnight sensation when a magazine ran an article about how he didn’t want to self-promote anymore. It turned out that people got more interested in him because he was turning down opportunities to go on TV shows to promote his work. The more he turned down, the more the interview offers came. And he turned them all down, so that he could spend time at home with me and James.

We’ve moved into a beautiful new house in the same town where we both grew up. The yard is large and full of big tress that give plenty of shade to the house in the summer.

“You boys ready for dinner yet?” I say, sticking my head out of the screen porch door.

“Just another ten minutes, Mom!” yells James.

He’s got a huge grin on his face.

Noah look at me and waves. The baseball mitt is on his hand.

He and James have been practicing a lot out in the yard. James wants to play baseball next year, and Noah is showing him the ropes. Although I think secretly Noah is hoping that James will follow in his footsteps and eventually play football.

It’s amazing how cute they look together. Just like father and son. They’re so much alike. I can see it now in the way they move, and especially in their faces, although everyone else says that James takes more after me.

I’ve got dinner ready by the time Noah and James come barging in from outside.

“Mitts outside,” I say. “And take your shoes off, both of you.”

They grumble politely, and I laugh.

“When will you boys learn that you make a mess every time.”

“We always help you clean it up, Mom,” says James.

“Yeah, Hana,” says Noah, slipping an arm around my shoulder. “Don’t we?”

“That’s true,” I say.

They’ve been great about getting the housework done. And when Noah does something, James wants to do the same thing. So even though he’s young, he’s always following Noah around doing chores, or at least trying to do them. It’s impossibly cute.

“I hope you boys are hungry,” I say. “Because I’ve made a ton of hamburgers. And French fries. Real ones.”

“French fries!” says James, almost shouting in excitement.

“That’s right,” I say. “But you have to eat your hamburger first, OK?”

“Sure, Mom,” says James, sitting down at the table all excited, ready to eat.

Noah helps me serve everything. The French fries are great. It’s the first time I’ve used the deep fryer that we just bought a couple weeks ago. They actually came out great, better than the ones they serve in restaurants.

After dinner, the three of us play a card game. Noah lets James win, and James couldn’t be happier.

“All right, buddy,” says Noah. “I think it’s time for bed.”

“Aw, come on. I want to play more.”

“You heard your dad, James,” I say.

“I’ll get the dishes,” says Noah. “Goodnight, James.”

“Goodnight, Dad,” says Noah.

“Come on, James,” I say, leading him up the stairs.

I get him into bed, making sure that he brushes his teeth.

“I don’t want to go to bed yet,” says James, as I pull the sheets and blanket up over him.

“But you look so sleepy, James,” I say. “Don’t you think you can go to bed? You can barely keep your eyes open.”

“Yeah,” says James, so sleepy that he barely pronounces the words. “Mom…”

“Yes, James?”

“I’m really happy you and Dad are together.”

“Me, too, James,” I say.

I smile to myself as I watch James fall softly asleep, ready to dream the night away with pleasant visions of baseball games and adventures on his bicycle.

I head back downstairs and find Noah just finishing up with the dishes.

He moves towards me and embraces me. I’ll never tire of the feeling of his solid body against mine, of him holding me tightly.

“James get to bed OK?” he says.

“Yeah,” I say. “That gives us a little free time, if you know what I mean.”

“I’m glad this house is entirely soundproof,” growls Noah, before kissing me deeply.

“Me too,” I say.

I still feel weak, like putty in his strong arms.

His hand cups my breast from below, and I moan as he kisses me on the nape of my neck, the soft and gentle portion of skin that’s so sensitive to touch.

“I’m going to take you on the couch,” growls Noah.

I rush over to the couch as Noah closes the door to the living room, locking the latch as he does so.

“It’s been too long,” growls Noah.

“It’s been less than a day,” I say. “Remember this morning?”

“That’s what I’m talking about,” growls Noah, flashing me a grin, before kissing me passionately again.

I’ll never get tired of this, I think to myself.

Sometimes we go slow, creating long and passionate sessions.

But tonight it’s fast. We both want each other’s bodies too much. Simply too much.

Our clothes are coming off rapidly. I’m losing track of who’s taking off what.

The next thing I know, I’m shirtless, my shirt halfway across the room. Noah removes my bra with a simple motion, a single flick of his fingers.

My breasts come out, and Noah sucks on my erect nipples, cupping my breasts with his strong, powerful hands.

I’m at his crotch now, his pants off completely. His cock is thick and hard, a massive mighty shaft that I take between my lips. I tighten my mouth around it and let myself enjoy the girth and the might of his cock.

Noah groans as he starts thrusting into my mouth.

“I need you,” he growls at me.

He picks me up and places me on the couch, taking my naked, shining legs and holding them high in the air, hoisting them over his shoulders as he dives in, licking my pussy in a long, broad stroke. His finger enters me and he sucks on my clit, the pleasure overtaking me.

I’ve never felt closer to anyone. This is the most powerful sensation I’ve ever felt, and it’s not the orgasm rushing through me as I cry out. No, it’ something more than that, something deeper and even more powerful. And that’s love. True love.

Noah’s cock enters me, and I cry out.

“I love you,” growls Noah, as he pumps his cock in and out of me.

“I love you, too, Noah,” I say.

A second later, I cry out as the orgasm floods me.

Noah comes too, his cock pumping and pulsating inside of me. He keeps his cock buried inside me until every last drop has entered me.

“Here’s hoping for that second baby,” says Noah, chuckling.

“I have a good feeling about it,” I say, before Noah kisses me.

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