The Food Desert
Copyright© 2019 by qhml1
Chapter 19
We went home and settled into domestic bliss. She still ran her restaurant and I was checking into another store location across the state line. My schedule was much more flexible than hers so I adapted to it, making sure we got to spend every moment we weren’t working together. Our first anniversary was approaching and I asked her if there was any one thing she desired, so I could get it for her.
In answer she took four days off and we rented a cabin in the mountains, laid-in supplies, and rarely left the property. We didn’t spend it all in bed, there were trails to hike, and we spent a day skiing, but there was a lot of lovemaking. We were snuggled together under blankets the last night, watching the fire crackle. I was idly playing with a nipple when she sighed and took my hand.
“I’ve thought a lot about what I’m about to ask you. If you truly want to give me something, this is all I desire. I’m 31, you’re 35, and my clock is ticking. I’ve wanted to be a mother all my life, even more than being successful in business. If you truly mean what you say about giving me anything, this is it. Will you make a child with me?”
She didn’t know it, but she’d hit on my fondest dream. I loved Mickey, but I got him late, so I never got to experience late-night diaper changes, the terrible twos, teething, watching him learn to walk and talk or grow as a young child. I wanted it more than any success I could achieve.
She mistook my stillness for reluctance and tried to change the subject. I put my fingers to her lips. “Shhh. Don’t spoil the moment. You’ve just made me very happy. I vote you throw the birth control pills away, forthwith!”
Sandy giggled. “Forthwith?”
“Absolutely, forthwith. I’ve always wanted to use that word. Seriously honey, the sooner we start, the better. I don’t want to try to chase them around with my walker.”
The blanket slipped down and I’ll never forget the look on her face. Lust, love, and something deeper, primal, the urge to continue the species. “The only time you’re going to need a walker is tomorrow. After I’m done with you, we’ll be lucky if either of us can walk right.”
Making love to Sandy had always been great, but that night took it to a whole new level. A stray thought popped into my head as she rode me, now I know what a male spider feels when he’s mating with a Black Widow. She consumed me.
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