Chuck settles on to his back, helping to pull her on top of him. He can work with fifteen minutes. It's been that long. The way he leans up from the pillow to kiss her should be proof enough of that.]
Just saying-- you weren't supposed to be able to have kids.
[ Fifteen minutes, or maybe more if he's good. And he's always good, though -- and when he pulls her over him, she straddles his hips, pulling her shirt over her head and dropping it over the edge of the bed.
At his words, though, she hesitates. She's never been one to want kids even before she knew she couldn't -- but not wanting kids and not being able to have them, to a woman, are two entirely different things. The news had been quietly devastating, even if she knew Chuck doesn't care about whether she could have kids anyway. Her smile fades, and she looks back at him contemplatively, accepting his kiss and returning his softly.
To be able to conceive Percy -- that was a miracle, and that was the most fearful time of her life because what if she lost the baby anyway? What if her body failed the life that was knitting itself together in her womb? He's her little hero, she thinks, and she exhales. ]
...I know. Would you really have been okay with it if I couldn't?
[Oh no. No, no. This conversation is not very conducive to what he had in mind. Raleigh wears her heart on her sleeve, always has and he can just tell that she's heading toward melancholic. They've been over this, a few times, the only person in the world that wanted kids less than she did-- was him.
He loves Percy-- now-- but he was definitely more like wary until that little bundle of poop was handed to him in the hospital.
Chuck sits up more and presses a long kiss to her mouth.]
[ Mmmm-hmmm, that long, proper kiss works its magic well enough -- Raleigh likes kissing him; Chuck might be an asshole sometimes (she knows him well enough to know that he's not as much of a jerk-ass as he likes to come across), and that proves to be a nice, proper distraction.
While other women would be upset that Chuck isn't all that invested in children, Raleigh is relatively pleased about it -- he likes Percy well enough, and that's pretty much a-okay with her. And so just for being a pretty good husband (in his own way), Raleigh rewards him with what's pretty much an hour's worth of great sex that consisted of a blowjob and her letting him top. And then the one time after they had another quick round in the bathroom just because.
It was great, it was delightful, and it leaves Raleigh happily sore when she stretches beside him lazily, naked as the day she was born -- to turn the baby monitor back on again. Well, all's peaceful on the Percy front. ]
[Yeah he definitely knows he's being rewarded when she lets him get on top. And when she goes for another round of it in the bathroom without even checking the baby monitor first but it's okay, their kid is still sleeping. Probably wore himself out with all of that naked running around. It takes energy to strip, kid, he understands.
Chuck nuzzles her at the same time he pats her ass. Like good game. How's it feel, Raleigh, huh? Not that great is it.]
Yeah, maybe he's exhausted from all that adorable screaming he did.
[ She laughs, drowsy and contented, draping an arm over his waist with a languid grace. She's exhausted in all the best ways, so much so that she doesn't mind him patting her ass, so long as he keeps it up with the nuzzling. ]
All the ad --
[ And then it starts, the incredible escalation of a crying toddler having just woken up from a nightmare, clear and vivid over the baby monitor. Raleigh winces. ]
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Chuck settles on to his back, helping to pull her on top of him. He can work with fifteen minutes. It's been that long. The way he leans up from the pillow to kiss her should be proof enough of that.]
Just saying-- you weren't supposed to be able to have kids.
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At his words, though, she hesitates. She's never been one to want kids even before she knew she couldn't -- but not wanting kids and not being able to have them, to a woman, are two entirely different things. The news had been quietly devastating, even if she knew Chuck doesn't care about whether she could have kids anyway. Her smile fades, and she looks back at him contemplatively, accepting his kiss and returning his softly.
To be able to conceive Percy -- that was a miracle, and that was the most fearful time of her life because what if she lost the baby anyway? What if her body failed the life that was knitting itself together in her womb? He's her little hero, she thinks, and she exhales. ]
...I know. Would you really have been okay with it if I couldn't?
[ Would any man really be all right with it? ]
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He loves Percy-- now-- but he was definitely more like wary until that little bundle of poop was handed to him in the hospital.
Chuck sits up more and presses a long kiss to her mouth.]
Yes. For the hundredth time, Raleigh. Yes.
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While other women would be upset that Chuck isn't all that invested in children, Raleigh is relatively pleased about it -- he likes Percy well enough, and that's pretty much a-okay with her. And so just for being a pretty good husband (in his own way), Raleigh rewards him with what's pretty much an hour's worth of great sex that consisted of a blowjob and her letting him top. And then the one time after they had another quick round in the bathroom just because.
It was great, it was delightful, and it leaves Raleigh happily sore when she stretches beside him lazily, naked as the day she was born -- to turn the baby monitor back on again. Well, all's peaceful on the Percy front. ]
Tonight's our lucky night.
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Chuck nuzzles her at the same time he pats her ass. Like good game. How's it feel, Raleigh, huh? Not that great is it.]
Yeah, maybe he's exhausted from all that adorable screaming he did.
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All the ad --
[ And then it starts, the incredible escalation of a crying toddler having just woken up from a nightmare, clear and vivid over the baby monitor. Raleigh winces. ]
Go on, that's your son.
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Get off me, then.
[He'll go get that crying toddler and bring him right back here for Mommy to calm down.]