This time Steve knew he was dreaming as soon as he heard her voice.
“Steve?”
“Yeah, baby?” Steve replied with a content smile on his face.
“Open your eyes.”
“I don’t wanna wake up yet.” He could feel that he was in their bed at the mansion, and it felt so right.
“Trust me. Open up.”
Steve did as his wife said and immediately connected with the deep green eyes of the baby laying in Kayla’s arms. She was standing before him in their bedroom wearing a long, flowing nightgown, her hair secured in a headband. Steve watched as Kayla lowered her smiling lips to the baby’s shock of red curls to place a kiss upon them; watching this action brought him an overwhelming peace that made him feel as if he glowed from the inside out.
“I think she wants her papa,” Kayla said.
“Her papa wants her, too,” Steve replied as he stood up. He looked down at the infant girl in her mother’s arms and ran a fingertip down her porcelain cheek; it was smooth and plump and undeniably of him. “You look just like your mama said you would,” he whispered to his daughter. Steve offered her strong little fingers his own to grab on to. He kissed her hand when they did and felt a protective pride surge through him. “The Littlest Sweetness is a strong little baby, isn’t she? Yes she sure is.”
“Want to hold her?” Kayla asked.
“Can I?”
“Of course, she’s your daughter.”
The happiness and contentment coursing through Steve was as real as the bed his actual body was sleeping in at Gabrielle’s. It may have been a dream, but he knew he was looking at the baby girl that Kayla dreamt about, too. He closed his eyes with a deep sigh, then reached his arms out to take the little girl. When he opened his eyes a second later, they were gone. He didn’t even have time to react to their sudden disappearance when seconds later, a small voice rang out behind him.
“Hi Papa,” the little girl called to him.
He turned toward the bed to see a girl of about four looking up at him. Her fiery red was attached in pig tails to the sides of her head, green eyes exactly like his own staring at him with mischief.
“Well now. What’s your name?”
“Papa!” the girl scolded, You know my name!” The girl giggled and said, “I’m Emily.”
“Emily,” Steve whispered. He smiled knowingly and shook his head in awe. “Well … that’s a beautiful name for a beautiful girl.”
Emily giggled some more and then looked meaningfully at Steve. “Your eyes are my eyes.”
“My eyes?” he asked, confused. When he reached up to fix his patch, he realized it wasn’t there. Of course, it’s not there, dude, you don’t usually dream with it. “My eyes,” he said realizing. “That’s right, your mama said you had my eyes.”
“I do,” said the little girl matter-of-factly. “She says there’s a baby in her tummy, too.”
“What?” Steve said as Kayla re-appeared, embracing him from behind. “Sweetness?” he asked as he whirled around to face her.
“I’m pregnant,” she said lovingly as she placed Steve’s palm on her swollen belly.
It was the most natural and beautiful thing his wife had ever said to him. It was a regret he’d always silently harbored. That with Stephanie and Joe, he had to find out about them in crisis situations. Even before he was ready to have kids, he dreamed of the perfect moment when the woman he loved would tell him that she was going to have their baby. He wasn’t such a tough guy about that, he wanted the ideal “I have something to tell you” moment like everybody else. But he never got it. Until now. In this dream. He knew in that moment that none of this was really happening, but he was overwhelmed with joy, anyway. It felt real, he wanted it to be real, and the pounding of his heart as it swelled with love he couldn’t contain couldn’t possibly have been more real.
Steve fell to his knees and ran protective hands over the child nestled in his wife’s belly. Kayla stroked his hair as he laid his cheek upon her and felt his unborn child’s movements. There wasn’t room inside his heart for all the love he felt. And even as he dreamed, a memory came to him of another time he thought Kayla had been pregnant.
“I look at you sometimes,” she had said, “and I love you so much that I feel that I don’t have room inside for all that love.”
“I feel the same way,” he had assured her.
“Don’t you want to do something with it?” she asked? “Don’t you want to give it to someone?”
He did. He wanted to give it to this baby beneath his cheek. And the one standing beside him. And the two he’d left behind at home. And the amazing woman that was his whole life standing before him. He looked up at Kayla’s beautiful blue eyes and said “I love you, Kayla,” before placing a kiss on the swell of her tummy. Then he looked over at the pony-tailed girl who was beaming back at him.
“Come feel this, Emily,” he said to her as the baby continued to kick. “Mama’s gonna have a gymnast. How does that sound for a brother or sister?” Then he took the tops of Emily’s hands in his palms and ran them over her warm belly for his daughter to connect to her sibling with. “That’s what having children is all about. Can you feel all that love in your heart, Littlest?” She nodded at her father. “Sure you do. I know you do,” he said kissing her head.
Embracing his wife, his daughter, and his unborn child all at the same time, Steve was … happy. He was incredibly happy. So happy, in fact, that when he felt himself waking up, he was too content to get upset about it.
Kayla continued to stroke her husband’s hair and tilted his chin up toward her. “We love you, too, Steve,” she said to him.
He knew he was about to wake up, and Emily seemed to sense it, too. “When will I see you again, Papa?” she asked without sadness but, rather, with anticipation.
The next time I close my eyes, Littlest Sweetness. I’ll see you then, ok?” Her red curls bobbed as she nodded her head happily. “I … I love you, Emily.”
“I love you, too, Papa.”
“Hmm …,” Steve sighed as he opened his eye to the dark room he’d fallen asleep in still here in 1987. He turned over and reached across the bed covers for the dark form soundly sleeping next to him. He remembered every part of this dream very clearly, feeling all the happiness now as he had then, and wanted to share it with her, tell her he saw their child, too. “Baby? You awake?”
Kayla’s sleeping form didn’t reply with anything more than the sound of her even breathing. He scooched close to her while bringing her rear into the crook of his lap. She felt good against him. He buried his face in her hair and held her tightly against him. When she stirred, he didn’t feel bad for waking her; he wanted her to feel him holding her, and he wanted to be held back.
Facing away from him, Kayla mewled sleepy sighs and hugged his embracing arm to her chest. “Perfect fit,” she whispered softly as she rubbed her rear against him.
Steve’s body reacted immediately. The feeling of him going hard against her bottom awakened her a bit more. Not enough to stay awake, but enough to make her want to feel his teasing lips against her neck.
“Oh, Sweetness.” His breath warmed her ear. “I had the best dream, baby.”
“Mm?” Kayla hummed with a sexy tone.
Steve chuckled. “Not that kind of dream.”
“Aw,” she feigned disappointment, “too bad.” Then she placed the hand she was still hugging to her chest over her breast. Steve squeezed it and rubbed his thumb over her nipple. In response, she rubbed her ass harder into his groin.
Steve was quickly losing the determination to tell her about his beautiful dream as his wife continued to tease him in the twilight of her sleep. “Tell you what, Sweetness, how ‘bout I tell you about it when we’re both a little more awake?” Then he pressed his palm into her breast as he ran wet kisses down her neck to the spot on her shoulder that always made her moan.
Steve’s erection was hard against the small of her back. It would be so easy to lift her leg and just slip into her tight sheath, but she was still wearing the Santa boxers, so it would take more maneuvering than that. He was about to pull those boxers down when he came to his senses; her just recovered body was trying to get some sleep. He allowed himself one more hard grind into her, which made her cry out huskily. Then he kissed the back of her head.
“You sleep, baby. You need your sleep.”
“I need you.”
“You need sleep. But you know what?”
“What?” she asked lazily.
“We made love here. In this bed.” Kayla smiled. “You know what that means? That means that when we wake up in the morning … you’re mine.”
Kayla was drifting back off to sleep with arousal in her belly. “Ok,” she said. “I wish it were morning.” In seconds she was back asleep.
Steve felt her relax back into the measured breaths of sleep and released his hand from her breast. He gently rolled away and sat on the edge of the bed. Grabbing his cock in his hand, he was tempted to relieve himself of how incredibly horny he was. It wouldn’t be a fraction as good as impaling her with it until they both screamed in orgasmic passion, but it would help. Instead, he tucked himself back into his sweatpants and exhaled heavily. Steve sat there in silence for a few moments waiting for the arousal to pass.
The silence was broken by the rumbling of his stomach.
Damn, that’ll wake the dead, he thought, sure the sound of the hunger he didn’t even know he had would cause Kayla to stir again. But, apparently, she was lost in her own slumber. He hoped it was as happy as his was.
So, with the contented glow his vision had given him, Steve headed for the kitchen for a midnight snack. He looked at the clock; it said 1:42 A.M. “Day eight,” he mumbled to himself. “I can’t believe we’re on day eight. Maybe we’re never leaving.” Unbeknownst to him, the fear of separating within the same house had waned significantly for Steve. Which is why he didn’t notice the fact that he walked right out of the bedroom door without even glancing back at Kayla. They’d been there so long that the danger and paranoia were no longer the driving factors in their mundane decisions, like showering, going to the bathroom, or fixing a sandwich.
The first thing Steve saw when he opened the fridge was the jar of Ragu pasta sauce sitting on the relatively empty shelf. His intention was to make a turkey sandwich, but upon eyeing the jar of sauce, he had a sudden urge to have some spaghetti. That urge had less to do with his growling stomach and more to do with another kind of hunger altogether, but that escaped his conscious mind, too. Before he knew it he had a big plate of just-drained pasta steaming up at him as he poured sauce hot out of the microwave over the top. It was the same plate, he realized, as the one his last plate of pasta here had been served on. The memory flooded back to him, Kayla looking very self-satisfied and horny sitting on the bed with plates of spaghetti she’d made while he was in the shower. He chuckled thinking about it. Steve’s penis had never quite returned to its natural state in the whole time since Kayla had fallen back to sleep in there, and the memory the smell of the spaghetti was evoking in him was not helping in the least. He adjusted his cock as it grew at bit more, felt the undeniable hunger for the actual food, and sat down at the kitchen table to eat.
Kayla woke up in a dark, empty bed. Knowing Steve wasn’t there caused her to become alert immediately as she sat bolt upright. “Steve?” she called. She turned her head toward the bathroom to see it was as dark and empty as the bed and started to worry. Oh God, where are you? Kayla got out of bed and went to check the rest of the small house. When she saw the light on in the kitchen, she felt a measure of relief, but it wasn’t until she found him there live and in person that the panic truly dissipated.
“Steve,” she said with surprise and relief, “I woke up and you weren’t there.”
“Hey Sweetness,” he beamed, so happy to see her in this moment. “I’m sorry I scared you, baby, I didn’t wanna wake you, you were sleeping so nice, like a little kitty.” Kayla folded her arms in front of her and cast a forgiving glance on him. “Aw, don’t be like that, Sweetness, you’re right on time.”
“On time for what?” she asked.
“Can’t you tell? I’m having a snack.”
“I can see that,” Kayla laughed. “And smell it, too. At midnight.”
“More like 2am, baby.”
“Even crazier,” she said cocking her head at him with amusement. “Why are you cooking spaghetti at 2am?”
“I was hungry,” he said in mock defense. “Look familiar?” he asked with a Cheshire Cat grin on his face and playful leer in his eye.
Kayla stopped short and realized what he meant. “Ooooh,” she said with a flirty grin of her own. “I see,” she said. She sat down in the chair across the table and fixed sultry eyes on him. “This is some midnight snack you’ve got goin’ here, Mr. Johnson. Just what inspired you to this fine meal at this weird hour?”
“Actually, you did.”
“I did. Really.”
“Baby, if I stayed in that bed one minute longer I was going to be having my way with you.”
“So you got up and made spaghetti instead?!”
“I told you I’d be having that in the morning, Sweetness. I just wanted you to get your sleep.”
Kayla smiled as she watched him shove a forkful of the pasta in his mouth. He looked up at her as he chewed and saw the same love in her eyes as the Kayla in his dream. He wanted to share it with her.
“Kayla, you make me so happy. Did you know that? I love you so much.”
Kayla felt the happiness along with the sincerity of his words. “Steve,” she sighed.
“I saw our babies, Kayla. The ones you dreamed about, I dreamed about them tonight, too. Our daughter. And our unborn child. They were beautiful. You were beautiful. You told me once that having children was so that you could share all the love that was in your heart. I shared it with them, and with you.”
Kayla’s eyes started to mist.
“I have enough love for them. Whoever they are. And it made me so happy. Here with you, whenever we are, I have so much love … I don’t know what to do with it, I feel it so much. Do you understand?”
Kayla nodded. She did understand that love. And she felt a momentary pang of jealousy that his dreams left him happy while hers left her in misery. It was only when she opened her eyes that she could find happiness in his arms.
Steve saw it in the look deep in her eyes and said, “I have enough happiness to wipe those bad dreams away.” He knew her so well. “I’m giving it to you, baby. Do you feel it?”
Kayla took a deep breath and smiled. She did feel it, and she didn’t know a single woman on this earth that was as lucky as she was to have this man sitting before her, eating spaghetti, in a stranger’s house, at 2am.
he moment was getting heavy, and he felt his penis down below starting to react negatively to the heaviness, so he lightened the mood. “Sweetness, this is a pretty big plate of spaghetti. I think your tummy is hungry, too. Wanna share?”
Kayla giggled. “Well, I dunno, the last time we shared spaghetti here the things you’d been shoving in my mouth were far too big for me to eat. Including the spaghetti.”
The words sent Steve’s cock into full attention.
“Oh yeah?” he said. Well, if you think things are going to be different this time around you’re sadly mistaken.” Steve then twirled a ridiculous amount of spaghetti around his fork and said, “open wide, baby.”
“Oh, I think I’ve heard that before,” she said, her voice was dripping with sexuality. She did as he commanded and took in the bite of spaghetti every bit as big as the last one had been 22 years ago.
This time, instead of looking at him like “oh, real funny,” she closed her mouth around the pasta and closed her eyes in ecstasy. Little moans escaped her as she enjoyed the food and slowly swallowed. “Mm. Good,” she moaned.
“Want another?”
“Mm-hm,” she cooed at him.
Steve twirled more spaghetti around the fork and fed it to Kayla. She chewed seductively and swallowed it down, licking her lips of the sauce. The head on his dick drove every thought going though the head on his shoulders.
Kayla then took the fork from him and took a turn to feed him. “You’ve got sauce on your mouth there.” Steve licked it off, and Kayla pouted, “oh, I was gonna do that for you.” He was quickly losing control.
“You haven’t finished your dinner, Kayla. You’re a bad girl. You’d better have another bite before you get a spanking,” as he shoved what would be her last bite in her mouth.
“What if I want a spanking?” she asked after she swallowed it down. She sat back in her chair with a self-satisfied grin as she saw his reaction. “Well,” she said innocently as she placed her foot on his chair across from her so that her toes fondled his balls, “that wasn’t really different from last time, you’re right.” She wiggled her toes, and he released a gasp as his erection raged beneath his sweats. “But some things better be different,” she said in a husky voice.
“Like what, you little devil?”
“Like this time how about no one barging through the door just as you’re about to fuck my brains out.”
Steve was on her before she could take her next breath. In one movement he tossed the plate of spaghetti into the sink not two feet away and then leapt over the table where she met him halfway in frantic arousal of her own. He kissed her desperately, with carnal abandon, his tongue filling her mouth and exciting him even more as it explored. Kayla nipped at his mouth, having all but lost control. Steve’s left arm clutched her to him as his right hand kneaded her breasts. He wasn’t gentle as he squeezed her nipples ‘til she screamed out. The sensations running through her caused a release of wet between her legs.
“Do you know how badly I want you, baby?” he grunted as he unbuttoned her shirt. Do you know how badly I want to be inside you?” He then tore the open shirt off her body exposing the perfect, round breasts he’d been assailing. He wasted no time and sucked one into his mouth, running his hot tongue around it until her nipple peaked into a hard pearl. Feeling her nipples firm up in his mouth sent him into a frenzy. He released it with a hard suck that sent a thrill through her body and flicked the other breast’s nipple back and forth with his tongue. “It’s been so long, Kayla. I want – I want to …”
“You want to what, Steve?” Kayla panted. “What do you want?”
Steve shifted to lay her down on the table as he tugged her boxers down. “You know what I want,” he huffed as he parted her wet folds with his finger as ground his hard cock into her thigh. He wanted to impale her, but he’d come immediately, and he wanted this to last.
Kayla moaned as he teased her clit with his thumb. “Tell me,” she demanded with a buck of her crotch against his thumb. “Tell me what you want to do to me!”
“You want to hear it?” He inserted two fingers inside of her as he searched for the spot that would bring her the kind of pleasure only he would witness. “You want me to tell you how badly I want to fuck you?”
Kayla moaned his name. “Yes, please, Steve, tell me again! Tell me!”
“I want to fuck you, Kayla. I want to impale you with my cock and fuck you ‘til you come, and then you know what I want to do? I want to drink in all you have to give. Lick and suck in your sweetness until you scream for me to stop. But I’m not going to stop, because then I want to fuck you again,” he said roughly as he shoved his fingers into her more forcefully, “harder, and come with you, fill you up with my cum until I collapse on top of you.” Kayla was whimpering his name, begging him to do exactly what he’d just said he wanted to do. “Do you hear me, Kayla?”
“Yes!” she screamed.
“Do you hear what I want to do to you, baby?
“Yes, Steve! Please!”
As his left hand assailed her below, he lifted her head with his right hand and locked onto her eyes. “Then, baby,” he said with a gentler tone, “I want you to hold me tight as you come apart. I want to feel your body as I hold you against me, tell me how much you love me, and feel me hold and kiss you. He bit at her neck, then ran tongue-filled kisses over the nips. Kayla was crying now, the intensity of it almost too much. “That’s what I want, Sweetness.” Then he kissed her lips with a sensuality that made her start to peak. “That’s what I want to do to you.”
“I love you, Steve,” she moaned as he continued to work her clit, “I love you so much!”
Steve moved to the spot between her neck and her shoulder that he knew drove her wild. He stopped his ministrations below and started sucking that spot on her neck. With every intention of moving downward, he found that he didn’t want to move away just yet. He sucked some more, licking with his tongue and sucking with his lips, causing his wife to buck her hips against him as he now covered her with his body. He knew he was marking her, and that’s what he wanted. He wanted to see it on her neck, marking her as his, evidence of this moment, this night, this entire jump. Kayla knew it, too. She didn’t stop him. He wanted him to mark her. It excited her more.
Finally, Steve released her neck and saw the red blotch already starting to bruise and felt a masculine satisfaction that made his dick swell more. He trailed his kisses down between her delicious breasts, past her belly, down the inside of her thighs, then found his prize.
“Eat me, Steve,” Kayla demanded. “Please.” She was lost in a sea of drunk arousal that screamed for orgasmic release.
“God, Kayla, you don’t know how hot you are. You’re gonna kill me, Sweetness.” Steve sat in the chair, threw his wife’s legs over his shoulders, and buried his face in her crotch. She was so wet, and she tasted so good. He licked and sucked and tasted and flicked his tongue over and over her clitoris while the need to be inside her increased with every whimper that escaped her lips. He wrapped his arms around her thighs and spread her wider so that he could fully access her. He shot his tongue I and out of her quickly and said, “soon it’ll be my cock, baby,” between licks. “Soon my cock will be filling you up.” Finally, he felt her start to climax. He was running the roughness of his tongue over her swollen bud and could feel that she was almost there when finally she exploded against his mouth.
“Steve! Oooh … Yes! Oooh, Steeeeve,” she cried.
Her orgasm was powerful, and she trembled with the waves that coursed through her as a long stream of wetness released, which Steve lapped up. Kayla’s clitoris was over-stimulated now, and he was careful not to lick too hard, but he wanted her. He wanted to keep tasting her until she was spent, and then he wanted to be inside her.
Steve picked up his wife, and she snuggled against his chest, breathing in his manly smell as he carried her back into the bedroom and laid her down on the bed. She kissed him deeply and tasted herself all over his face.
“Steve.” She caressed his face as he looked into her eyes with longing and all the love that she knew really was overflowing his heart. “You saved my life. Thank you, baby.” She looked deeply into his eye as she kissed him gently.
“There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you, Sweetness. Or our family.” Steve laid with his wife, his body covering hers, his penis laying just to the side of her core and throbbing to be inside of her.
She wrapped her arms around him and laced her hand through his hair. “Make love to me. Please make love to—“
Steve’s heart sank as they both felt something neither of them had felt in eight days. It was just a whisper, like the butterfly feeling a woman gets the first time she feels her baby move inside of her.
“Oh no … Steve – dammit!”
“Shit!” Steve yelled.”
“I don’t wanna go yet! Kayla yelled while gripping her husband’s face in her hands. I’m not ready to go!”
“Sweetness, listen to me, no matter what happens, I’m going to find you.”
“Promise me!”
“I promise you I’m gonna find you, baby, you hear me?!”
“We’ll find each other!”
The pull in their abdomens suddenly got very strong, signaling that the jump was almost there.
“My apartment! Kayla, my apartment is home base. If we jump apart, we meet there.”
“Ok,” Kayla started to cry. “Don’t leave me! Don’t leave!”
“Don’t cry, Sweetness,” he soothed. Then seconds before they left this most beautiful end to the worst jump they’d taken thus far where she almost died of atropine poisoning and he almost died of loneliness, Steve slid his penis hard inside of his wife making her gasp with gratified love, awe, and a strange sense of safety in their joining. She immediately wrapped her legs around him and held him tightly as he clutched her just as fiercely.
“The minute we get wherever we’re going, we’re picking up where we just left off.” Then the jump took them.