Chapter two hundred and eighty-six:
Christy was sitting up in bed, propped up on several pillows in
order to read. She had bought a book on infant care and healthy pregnancy, and
sat studying it, while Isaac was watching an old science fiction movie on television.
Christy glanced up at him from her book, and noticed that his eyes
were gradually drifting closed and that he was barely managing to keep awake,
even though moments prior he had been enthralled in the movie.
She carefully put aside her book, and turned off the light next to
her. She had decided long ago, that the only reason she was awake to read was
because he was awake, and if he were going to sleep, she would make an effort
too.
Christy carefully slid across the bed, trying not to jostle the
bed too much and wake him. She nestled against his arm, edging her body between
his side and his arm. She smiled to herself as she rested her head on his
chest.
“Honey?” She whispered softly, listening to
the steady thumping of his heartbeat in his chest.
He mumbled an intelligible response.
Christy reached across him and turned off the television, plunging
the bedroom into darkness.
This seemed to do the trick, and woke him slightly. His arm moved
around her body tightly, pulling her closer. “Is the movie over?” He groaned.
“No.” She smiled up at him through the darkness.
“Did I fall asleep?” She could still hear the sleep in his voice.
“Yeah, you did.” She teased. “I think you’re working yourself too
hard, baby. I think you need to relax. You’ve been coming home every night so
tired…”
“Honey, come on, lets not do this now, okay?” He ran his hand up
and down her back briskly.
“Okay. You’re right, lets not fight.”
He offered a tired laugh. “I’ll try to relax a bit, okay? Does
that make you happy?” He tugged at her long pony-tail.
“Very.” She nestled into his body again. He was warm, as always.
He yawned tiredly. “Did you learn anything new in your books
tonight?” He asked curiously, interested in whatever she was discovering.
Christy laughed. “Honey, we’ll talk about it in the morning, okay?
You’re tired and you should get some rest.”
“You spoil me.” He laughed.
“Is that a bad thing?” She teased.
“No... but it means you’ll be a great
mom.” He gently kissed the top of her hair.
Christy swallowed hard, nearly choking up. “Thank you.” She
whispered.
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Becky opened the door to the bedroom she shared with Zac, hoping
to grab her book and go to bed to do some reading.
However, when she opened the door, she found Zac sitting on the
foot of their bed, strumming a guitar.
He had an HB pencil clutched between his teeth and a yellow legal
pad on his left side.
Hearing Becky come in, he looked up with eyebrows raised.
“Sorry.” She said softly. “I don’t want to interrupt you. Just let
me grab my book and I’ll go down to the living room.” She said quickly, as she
crossed the room to retrieve her book.
Zac laid aside his guitar, and within a moment, grasped her around
the waist.
“But Zac you’re busy!” She protested, but it was too late. His
arms wrapped around her waist and practically threw her onto the bed next to
him.
“Nah, I think I need a little inspiration.” He smiled down at her.
He bent and softly kissed her neck, nudging his nose into the nook behind her
ear.
“What kind of inspiration?” She asked softly, slightly in awe of
what was occurring. She wasn’t exactly sure what he wanted, and she didn’t want
to bother him while he tried to work.
Zac’s left hand reached up and tucked a lock of golden hair behind
her ear. Then beginning from the hollow at the base of her neck, slowly ran his
middle and index fingers down the front of her dress.
His fingers moved slowly down her chest, moving between her
breasts.
Her eyes fluttered closed, and she held her breath. He exhaled his
warm breath along her throat, causing her skin to break out into goose bumps
and a small shiver to radiate down her spine.
Zac left a small kiss on the side of her throat, and kissed her
bare shoulder. His fingers moved further down the front of her dress, moving
torturously slowly down her stomach, and came to rest at the elastic waistband
of her panties. At last, he stopped, moving his chin back into her neck, where
he left another kiss.
“Zac,” She whispered dryly, her lips parting slowly.
“Yeah?” He asked, his hot breath still
dancing across her skin.
“Make love to me.” She mumbled.
“Hmm?” He asked with a grin.
“Now.” She urged.