Title: The O'Connells

 

Disclaimer: The Mummy and the Mummy Returns belongs to Sarah

 

Author : Eviefan

 

Summary: This is a follow-up to the marriage of Rick and Evelyn, that I wrote. She is pregnant but in the early stages, and this story is just life of them as a married couple. Hopefully it will be good.

 

Note: There is going to be allot of the good scenes if you take my meaning, so if you don't like descriptive love scenes, then you may want to ready some of my other fics. Added note: One of my stories, Christina I referred to Evelyn having a constant want to make love, so this has some of that worked in to it, don't worry it does have a plot, just don't know what its going to be at the moment. OK, now you can read it.

 

The O'Connells.

 

Chapter: 1 Life moves on

 

 

It had been two weeks since Rick, and Evelyn had returned from their honeymoon, and allot had changed. They had returned to find that Jonathan had cleaned out the old sewing room which had been their mum's when they were little. He had moved all of his things down, and made it his room, giving them the upstairs as their own, with the exception of the bathroom, which was shared. Evelyn was now the Curator at the museum in Cairo, and had returned to find that her mess had been taken care of, which had made her feel bad, but at the same time relieved. For Rick, being a married man was allot easier to except than he first had thought. There was no denighing his love for his wife, but before they married he had been nervous about what that entailed, and the changes he would have to make in his life. Now that they had been back for two week, he was happy to find that he didn't miss any of the old things he had done pre Evelyn. He didn't miss

drinking all night, nor did he miss the Belly Dancers, all that paled in comparison to the love he had for his wife, and the love he got back from her. The biggest change in their lives, was the creation of a new life, one that was just now beginning to show them that it was around.

 

 

 

 

It was night, and Evelyn was already in bed, reading a book she had borrowed from the museum. She looked up as Rick came in with what she requested, a dish of lemons cut, ready to be eaten, and a large glass of water. He settled the trey over her.

 

"You really want to eat this?" he asked referring to the lemons.

 

"Yes." She took one, and bit into it, and while her lips didn't pucker, Rick's did. He had heard that pregnant woman often craved strange things, and he wondered what would be next. It didn't take her long to finish her late night snack.

 

"Much better," she said smiling at him. He just shook his head, and leaned in, giving her a kiss. (note: here I want him to say .'mm lemony fresh,' but I will behave..Just thought I would share with you a part of the creative process which goes on when I do these...and for those of you who want it just add it in yourselves. *GRINZ* )

 

"So is there anything else you would like?" She nodded, and snaked her arm around his neck, kissing him deeply, which caught him completely off guard. He returned her kiss, groaning into her mouth. When they finally parted both of them were panting, and both of them were want with desire. Rick moved the trey off the bed, and thought about shutting the door, but then forgot about it as his desires began to well up. He got up for a moment and lit a few of the

candles in their room, then shut off the light, giving the room a romantic glow.

 

When he climbed back into bed, she was ready for him, and he for her. He lay next to her, and they kissed more. Her hands worked at the bottons on his shirt, frantically, and Rick stilled them, still kissing her, and did the rest himself.

 

Once he had his shirt off, he pulled her closer to him. She broke the kiss, and began pressing wet kisses down his neck and his chest. He moaned, and rolled onto his back, taking her with him. As she moved lower, his body began to respond, and he groaned as he felt his penis pressed tight against his jeans. Evelyn didn't waste any time getting him free of the rest of his cloths, then lifted her gown over her head, and looked down at him, a little unsure. She was still new at this, but oh how she wanted him. Seeming to know she was nervous,

Rick reached out and lifted her onto his chest so that she was stratling him there, her bottom close to his erect penis. He reached up and began to rub his hands over her stomach, which was just barely beginning to show that she was with child. She eased down laying against him and both gasped as she rubbed over him. She sat up again, and he watched as she moved over his erection, and inserted it into her waiting warmth. Rick reached up and held her steady as she

pressed herself onto him, taking him deeper inside. Both of them gasped at the sensations washing over them, then she began to lift up and lower her body against him, closing her eyes.

 

"Evelyn," he breathed. "Look at me," he said softly. She opened her eyes then, and they darkened with desire and fulfillment. Rick lifted up and took her lips in a passionate kiss, moving his tongue into her mouth. She gasped, then began to suck on it, which drew a groan from him. This was new, and he idly wondered if her being pregnant had anything to do with her new found bravery. She was getting tired, and he decided the way of love making, they both knew well would

be best. Gently, as he held onto her, he turned them over so that he was on top of her. She barried her face against his shoulder as he began a faster rhythm one that would drive them both to the completion that they needed. Rick felt her tighten around him, and cried out with her as her Climax induced his own. He braced himself on his forearms, and kissed her lips, then lower to her neck, and

lower still to her breast. As he took one into her mouth she cried out his name.

 

"Oh Rick." she wrapped her legs around him, and both felt him harden in her once more.

 

 

 

 

It was much later that night when sleep claimed them. Rick was still rubbing his hand over her soft back, never feeling such a sence of completion as he did when they made love. She snuggled closer to him, her head resting against his chest, safe in his strong arms. He felt her tremble, and reached down pulling the covers over their cooling bodies, then drifted into a restful sleep.

 

 

 

 

 

It was the moring sun that woke them before Evelyn's alarm. She was still snuggled against him, and it was Rick who actually woke up first. He leaned down and kissed the top of her head, and she tinced against him.

 

"Shhh," he said rubbing his hand over her back, wondering if she were dreaming. Her dreams about Hamunaptra were few and far between, but she still had them, and this was generally her response. She came awake, and tried lifting her head, but she felt dizzy, and sick to her stomach. Becky, her friend, and Midwife had told her she might experience morning sickness, and she had thought she had luck

out, but obviously, she was mistaken.

 

"I need to, going to be sick," she told him. Rick got them out of bed fast and into the bathroom just in time, as she vomited into the toilet. He held her hair back, and held her, supporting her until she stopped.

 

"I hate this," she said. He lifted her slowly into his arms and got her back into bed.

 

"I'll call Becky," he said, worry tingeing his voice.

 

"No, its normal, morning sickness. She said most woman go through it. If you would, call the museum and tell them I won't be in until later," she said barily able to keep her eyes open.. He leaned in and kissed her.

 

"Just rest," he said. She nodded, and Rick left going downstairs to the kitchen, and hit the wall with his fist. He blamed himself for this. If he hadn't have been so demanding of her last night, she wouldn't be sick. He shook his head, he couldn't worry about last night because it was in the past, but for as for the future, he would make sure they took it easy.

 

 

More soon....As soon As I figure out where to take it. Oh, thinking I will make this fairly long and do another birth story except Rick gets to see this one. Shrug don't know though.

 

 

Disclaimer: Its not mine, its Sarahs

 

Chapter:2 First Disagreement.

 

 

It was later in the week, and the morning sickness was at it's worse mornings and nights, and despite that, Evelyn was still determined to do all the things she was used to, and it was worrying her new husband to no end. Now as she got ready for work, Rick was doing his best to talk her into staying home.

 

"Evie, they lasted a whole month and a half without you. What's a few more days?" he asked, exasperated. As he talked, she walked around their room still getting ready.

 

"Honestly Rick, it's not that bad during the day, and anyway I know there are women who work much more difficult tasks than me, who have had babies, and who have been just fine." He ran a hand through his hair.

 

"Okay, but Becky said you needed to rest, take it easy for a few days." That didn't sway her.

 

"Yes, and I took two days off, but life has to go on, and I need to get myself used to things, re orient myself to things. That won't happen if I stay here all the time," She said coming to him. He gently pulled her into his arms, and they kissed, her one weakness. The brush she was holding in her hand dropped, and she

lifted her hand, pulling his head closer to her, deepening the kiss, then pulled away out of breath.

 

"Rick, I have to go to work," she said, not wanting to leave him. She closed her eyes taking a few deep breaths, then turned and walked away. It took all she had to do that, but if she didn't move fast, she never would. She gathered some papers she had brought home with her to work on, and when she was ready Rick drove her the little ways to the Museum. When they arrived she kissed him briefly.

 

"Try not to worry too much," she said as they parted. He gave her that cute boyish grin that was so hard to resist.

 

"Me worry?" Evelyn smiled, then stepped out of the car, and went into the museum. He waited until she was safe inside, then went home. When he walked in Jonathan was awake having coffee, and some eggs.

 

"Late night?" his brother-in-law asked. Jonathan nodded.

 

"I'd say you two did as well." Rick sat down, and Jonathan noticed the worry in his eyes.

 

"She's being stubborn again," he told Jonathan. That made the man laugh a little.

 

"That isn't anything you will ever change, she has always been that way." Rick nodded.

 

"I don't want to change her, but I wish she would take it easy. Maybe she is right though." Rick sighed and stood. He was feeling tired.

 

"Why don't we go out to the old hang out, get a drink." Rick shook his head.

 

"Thats just not me anymore." He left and went up to their room, and sat on the bed. What was he going to do with her. He loved her, but he was frustrated that she wasn't listening to what her body was trying to tell her.

 

 

 

 

At the Museum, Evelyn was sitting in her office trying to work, but her stomach was rumbling, and she felt sick. She took in some deep breaths, blowing out, and breathing in, then got up to walk around, and felt the room spin around her. She tried to grab onto something, but fell, and everything went dark. It was only a moment later that Becky arrived to check on her, and found her on the floor. She

hurried over and examined her, then yelled for help, and brought in two of the museum workers. One went to get her bag out of her car, and the other went to get Rick.

 

 

 

At the house, Jonathan was cleaning up around the kitchen, when someone knocked at the front door. He answered it, finding a young boy there.

 

"We need Mr. O'Connell, Evelyn is hurt," he said. Jonathan ran upstairs, finding Rick laying on the bed.

 

"Rick, Evelyn is hurt," Jonathan said, running back downstairs to get dressed. Rick hurried and put his shirt back on, then, when he got downstairs both he and Jonathan went to the Museum to check on her. When they arrived the door to her office was closed, and Rick knocked. In a moment Becky answered, to a very worried Rick.

 

"She's fine, and she is going to take the rest of the week off per my request. You need to make her stay in bed." Rick nodded, and went in to the bench were Evelyn rested. He knelt down and kissed her lips, which woke her.

 

"Hey beautiful." She gave a weak smile, and Rick gently lifted her into his arms, and carried her out to the car, taking her home to care for her.

 

 

 

It was the next moring when Rick felt her getting out of bed, and sat up worried that she was going to be sick. Feeling him move, Evelyn turned to him.

 

"I'm all right, just need to get a drink." She looked tired, and he started to offer to get it for her but she shook her head.

 

"I'll be fine darling," she said leaning in to kiss him. Getting up made her stomach learch, but she was determined to get herself used to this. She had to get used to this. Once she was sure she wouldn't retch, she went to the bathroom, and filled a small glass with some water taking a few sips, then felt her stomach heave. She dropped the glass, causing it to shatter, and barely made it the short step to the toilet before she retched. Her hair fell in her face, and she did her best to hold it back, but it wasn't working. Then he was there

to hold her hair back, and to support her while she finished retching the rest of what she had left in hers stomach which was not alot,

 

"Oh Rick, I wish this would just stop," she said weakly. He lifted her into his arms, and got out a washcloth wetting it then rubbed it over her face as he carried her back to their bed. Gently he placed her on to the mattress, and left briefly, bringing back another glass of water. He helped her sit up and hold it, and after a few sips she slipped into sleep, and the worried father to be went to call Becky.

 

 

 

It was the entire first two months of her pregnancy that Evelyn had to deal with her morning sickness, and when it was finally over she was relieved as was Rick.

 

Today, a beautiful Saturday found the couple taking a picnic lunch by the Nile. It was hot, but always a joy to come out where it was peaceful.

 

"So how did the call go with the Bembridge Scholars," Rick asked his wife, as they ate their picnic lunch.

 

"Fairly well, they want me to update the cataloging system at the museum, and that should take me up until this baby is born." She rubbed her hand on her slightly rounded tummy, causing her husband to smile. Ever the inquisitive one, she asked him what he was thinking of, what made him smile.

 

"I was just thinking about us being parents," he admitted. She nodded.

 

"It is a bit hard to imagine, we have been just us, or will have been just us for a little over 10 months, and then we will have a new life to care for." She was a bit frightened, not all that knowledgeable about how to care for a baby.

 

"I'm not sure I'll make a good mum for our baby," she admitted, which surpised him.

 

"Why would you say that? Your smart, you will teach our baby all about Egypt, about the world around it." he pointed out.

 

"But it takes more than that. What if its crying allot, and I can't make it stop crying, or what if I hurt it in some way," she asked, truly frightened. He came and settled beside her.

 

"Evelyn this is us, you and me, and anything that happens is going to be with both of us there. We will figure it out together, and you can always speak with Becky about your worries. She has brought lots of babies into the world, I'm sure she will help us with anything we need," he said. That did help her, and as she was relaxing, she suddenly gasped.

 

"Whats wrong?" she didn't answer him right away, and when it happened again, she brought his hand to her belly and pressed it there. For a moment Rick didn't understand, then beneath where his fingers were pressed, he felt a fluttering.

 

"Thats..." She nodded.

 

"Hey little guy," he said rubbing his hand over her belly.

 

"Or little girl, we don't want to call him a her or her a him," Evelyn told him.

 

He wasn't listening, and rested his cheek against her belly. Evelyn smiled and reached down stroking his hair. This was nice, them being here like this, bonding with their child. She felt complete, and maybe it wouldn't be such a scary thing to have a baby around.

 

 

 

The fourth month she was showing quite a bit, and Rick was driving Evelyn crazy.

 

She loved him, but he was always there, trying to do everything for her, and finally one day she had enough. It was at the museum, and she was in the storage room lifting boxes that were quite heavy, when he came in and took the box she had which startled her.

 

"You need to at least give me some warning," shes said annoyed at him. He didn't seem to notice that though.

 

"Evelyn let me do this," he said.

 

"Really Rick this isn't a big deal, and I'm not straining myself, I just need to find a certain artifact, and I know I can but its easier for me to do it alone," she said hoping he would get her point, but he didn't.

 

"Evelyn Becky said..." and that was it.

 

"Becky this and Becky that," she suddenly yelled which startled him.

"Listen to me Rick. I'm not sick. Pregnancy is not a disease, and yes my first two months were bad but since then I've been fine. I would be better if you would just go on your way and let me tend to this on my own," she said hotly. he dropped the box he held.

 

"Fine. you do this on your own, and I'll just leave you alone." he said fairly loud.

 

"Good thats what I want go away," she said and slammed the door in his face. She turned and almost fell over the box he had dropped, and that added to her anger.

 

She sat down on an empty crate and let out a little scream. Why couldn't he just stop being such a worry wort Once she was cooled down she felt bad about yelling at him, but her work called to her, and for now it was forgotten.

 

 

 

At home Rick sat on the couch looking at a glass of bourbon he had poured an hour ago, and had not touched. He sighed and as he set it down Jonathan came out of his room yawning, and noticed the glass.

 

"You going to drink that?" he asked. Rick looked up at him.

 

"No have at it." He did, and sat down across from Rick.

 

"You look rather glum," Jonathan said quick to notice. He nodded.

 

"We had our first fight of sorts, and truthfully it was over nothing. I guess I have been on the protective side of things lately, to protective, so she let me know very fast that she was all right on her own." Jonathan nodded.

 

"She's strong you know." He did know that.

 

"I know, I guess I just want her to need me." he admitted. The door opened, and Evelyn came in with groceries. Both men came to her, and she let them help her with her load. Once in the kitchen, Jonathan sent them upstairs to go relax, knowing they needed to talk. Now in their room Rick took her in his arms.

 

"I'm sorry I've been so protective of you lately," he said kissing her forehead.

 

"No, its my fault. I know you want to help me, and I'm just not used to that," she said. "Im sorry I yelled at you," He lowered his mouth to her lips.

 

"There isn't anything for you to be sorry for," he said as he eased away from her.

 

"We still have to learn about how to care of one another, and I guess I thought it would be easy, and now I realize it takes work and compromise. " She nodded.

 

"So I'll only help you when you ask for it." It was her turn to hold him.

 

"I love you Rick," she said He lifted her into his strong arms, and carried her to their bed.

 

"The best part about any argument," he said as he began to unbutton her blouse, "is that you get to find fun ways to make up for them." He took his hand and traced it over the fine features of her face, over her nose, and her lips, then leaned in and kissed her there, tasting her sweet taste in his mouth. With his hands, he finished unbuttoning her blouse and pushed it off of her, leaving only

the brassiere in place. She lifted up still kissing him, and he managed to get that off as well. He pulled away from her mouth and moved down to her neck, kissing her there, and nibbling, which caused her to gasp.

 

"Rick, I need you," she said, her breath becoming labored. She was so easily aroused these days, and he didn't make her wait too long, removing his cloths and the rest of hers, then moving over top of her. She wrapped her legs around him pulling him down against her, and he pushed into her, causing both of them to gasp. The feeling of being inside her was always a welcome one, almost like going home, and as he began a steady gently rhythm he rained soft kisses on her

face and her neck. Evelyn rubbed her hands down his back, down to his bottom and squeezed there which brought out a groan from him. She reached between their rocking bodies and below finding his sacks, squeezing them, which caused his movements to speed up a little. While she gave him pleasures with her hands on his sacks, Rick found his own way of giving her pleasure and licked over her

breasts. He kissed them, then drew one into his mouth sucking lightly. Evelyn brought her hands to his head pulled him away wanting his mouth on her lips. He complied, delving his tongue in and out of her mouth, speeding his movements up to bring their releases. Her release came first, and she cried into his mouth, feeling her whole body respond to his loving movements. It was only moments later that his release came, and he propped himself on his lower arms so he

could look into her eyes. He kissed her lips gently.

 

"I love you," he told her. She smiled.

 

"I love you too," She said. He moved off of her, and then gathered her in his arms for some rest, glad that they had made up. Their lives were quickly changing, and it wouldn't be long before a new life would be there with them, a life created from the love they made the first night they were together as husband and wife.

 

 

 

Disclaimer: They are not mine. I wish they were but oh well here we go

 

 

Chapter 3 : Changes

 

 

It really wasn't until late her fifth month, when Evelyn was showing enough to have to get new cloths, and what felt the most comfortable were long dresses. Despite her husbands worry, though he supported her, she was still working at the museum, but not doing as much with the more difficult tasks, such as unloading heavy objects from shipments they got in from the British Museum, and other museums around the world. Today was rather hot, and humid ,and as she sat

writing, she felt her baby moving around. Lately it seemed to be doing acrobatics. She sighed.

 

"What are you doing in there?" she asked her belly. Evelyn rubbed her hand over her tummy, in an effort to calm her baby, and in a few minutes it stopped moving about, and she was able to get back to her work, which today was cataloging some new artifacts which had arrived from the Museum in London. When she finished with that she stood, and stretched, noticing that it was past time to go home for lunch.

 

"Is that why you were moving around?" Sighing, she got her purse, about to head out, when Rick came in with a basket, and a blanket.

 

"I was about to come home," Evelyn said, as he set down the supplies and came over to her, gathering her in his arms for a kiss.

 

"Hmm, I guessed you would forget, so I decided we should just have a little picnic out in the back today." She smiled. Rick spoiled her, and she loved him for that. They went out one of the side doors, and in the back of the Museum was a little courtyard, with a small garden, a perfect spot for a picnic.

 

"So what did you and Jonathan do this morning?" she asked, as she took a bite of fresh bread.

 

"Not too much. Jonathan was still asleep when I left to come, here, and I found a job of sorts for myself," he said. neither of them had to work, but habit was hard to break.

 

"What sort of a job?" she asked, glad he had finally found something that would make him feel useful.

 

"A guide. One of the resorts wants someone who will take their tourists around the city, and to some of the ancient cities like Thebes, and the pyramids. I know it will take me away from you, but the longer tours aren't supposed to be done all that often." She sighed, and he took her hand in his.

 

"I miss adventure," she told him. Because of the baby, she had been very careful not to do too much, but that was hard for her. She was used to adventure, and was eager to do something with her skills, as and Archaeologist, and Egyptologist. He pulled on her, and she got up and came over to him, and he eased her down in between his legs, and held her close.

 

"You could always go with me," he said nuzzling her neck. She tilted her head to the side, giving him better access to her neck, and her ear, and Rick took full advantage of that. He nipped lightly at the soft flesh there, and Evelyn gasped.

 

When his mouth worked its way up to her ear, the sensation sent a shutter through her body. He kissed down to her shoulder, pushing the soft fabric of her dress away, exposing more skin to his mouth. Evelyn was doing all she could not to cry out, for her body responded to his touch almost immediately, and she wanted more, now.

 

"Rick, we need to stop," she breathed not wanting this to end. He eased away from her and she gasped, her body aching at the loss of his touch. When he lifted her into his arms and his mouth came down on hers, she forget about being in a fairly public place, and kissed him back. Her tongue met his, in a dance of sorts, then she pushed her way into his mouth getting his taste. She felt him ease her back on a soft blanket, and then he moved away. For a moment she was

puzzled, then she heard voices. She took some deep breaths, and composed herself, and in a moment she and Rick were sitting calmly eating the rest of their lunch, as a young couple came back smiling, and nodded at them before going on in to the garden.

 

"I guess we should save that for home?" Rick asked.

 

"Yes, I'm pretty much finished here for the day, if you don't have any plans." He grinned at her, that cute boyish grin that was all his own, and his weapon at times. She loved his grin, and when they were ready, she went in, and told Robert she was leaving for the day, then they headed to their home.

 

 

 

 

When they arrived home, he led her upstairs.

 

"You have to close your eyes," he told her.

 

"All right," She did, and when they were closed, and he was sure they were, he led her to the first room, one that at one time had been her old room, as a child. Once they were inside, he led her to a Rocking chair and helped her sit down.

 

"Open them." She did and gasped. The whole room had been re-done. There was still her old bed, and allot of the same stuff she had always had in here, but there were some additional things. Aside from her furniture, over against the other wall, opposite her bed was a baby crib, one made of solid oak, which she knew hadn't come cheep. The chair she sat in was here when she was little, but fixed. It was a Victorian style rocking chair, and comfortable. She stood and

looked in the crib finding a cute little stuffed bear, and some blankets folded neatly.

 

"Oh Rick I love it," she told him as she came to him, and hugged him.

 

"I'm not done showing you yet," he said as he led them from that room to theirs.

 

Their room had undergone a few changes as well. At the end of their bed was a cradle, one that was on hinges, that swung when it was pushed. There was also another rocking chair, and she couldn't hold back the tears.

 

"I love you," she told him as they hugged again. He pulled he closer, not afraid to be interrupted this time, and ready to start where they had left off at the Museum. When the kiss drove the breath from them, and both of them were weak with desire, Rick lifted her into his arms and carried her over to the bed. Gently he placed her on the mattress, and, all without breaking the kiss. He moved over her, his legs on either side of her body, and gently he moved his lips away from her mouth, and down her neck. His hands worked with the dress,

pushing it up above her belly, then he had free access to her soft smooth legs. She moaned as his hands reaked havoc on her inner thighs, rubbing and pinching her there, moving ever closer to the soft thatch of curls. He moved lower, and replaced the exploring of his hands with his mouth.

 

"Oh Rick, I need you to touch me," she breathed. He licked up her legs, and, got just close enough to touch her where she wanted but held off. He loved her, but he also liked taking his time. He moved up to her belly and rubbed his face there. Evelyn cried out, reaching her hands down to pull on his head, wanting him at her lips. Gently he moved her hands away, and continued up her body, pushing the dress up higher, above her breasts which were now exposed to his

gaze. He eased her to sit up and pulled the dress the rest of the way off of her body, then eased her down. She reached out and pulled his head to hers, kissing him deeply wanting more, wanting to end the ache that was in the center of her stomach. As she kissed him her hands worked fast to undo his shirt, and push that off of him. He sighed, loving it when she touched him, then groaned when her hand brushed lower to his erection which was pushing painfully against the

soft material of his pants. She carefully unbuttoned him, and moved the zipper down. Rick not being a patient man, stood, and took the rest of his cloths off, then laid on his side, and rolled her to face him. He kissed her again, and at the same time pulled her waste closer to his, and used his other hand to guide his penis into her soft warmth. Evelyn moaned in his mouth, loving being with him, loving how he made her feel when he was inside of her. His movements in and out of her warmth, to start ,were slow, and with each entry she cried out, not in pain, but in pure pleasure. Rick released her mouth, and moved lower to her neck, nuzzling her there a moment, then down to her breasts. He licked over each of them, and she cried out louder, at both the sensation of his wet tongue over her nipples, and his thrusts into her core. He moved his hand to her firm bottom

and held her there speeding up the motion of his thrusts, pushing in to her as deep as he could go. It was more difficult to make love, now that she was beginning to show more. However, that only made it necessary to come up with creative ways of doing things. He eased out of her and she cried out.

 

"Oh Rick don't leave me." He kissed her lips.

 

"I'm not leaving you, trust me." He helped her sit up with him, and eased her onto her stomach, then lifted her lower half up so that she was basically in a crawling position. This was new to her, and she let him guide her in this. He got two of the pillows and placed them in front of her.

 

"Rest you head there, and trust me." She did what he told her to do, and he moved behind her, kneeling on his knees first. His entry caused her to cry out, because she had not expect this, and from this angle there was more of a rubbing sensation. He leaned over her then, once his flesh was sheathed inside of her, and placed his hands at each side of her, so that he was lightly pressing down on her, but not enough to hurt her. With one hand, he reached under her and

began to massage her belly rubbing his hand over her, causing her breathing to come in short gasps. He kissed her back, and rubbed his face against her, and it wasn't long before he felt her softness tighten around his penis, squeezing him, making his movements go at a faster pace. He wrapped one arm around her middle holding her stable, so that she didn't have to exert any effort, and when he felt her folds start to spasm with her climax he thrust into her two more times until his followed hers. He rolled them to their side so that he lay behind her, his penis still inside of her.

 

"Oh Rick, that was wonderful," she said barely able to speak." He nuzzled her neck.

 

"I thought so," he admitted. He reached down and pulled the blanket up over them, then they fell into a restful sleep.

 

 

 

 

Neither were sure how much time had passed, and at some point during the night, Evelyn had turned in her husbands arms so that she was facing him. Her belly was pressed against his chest, and he came awake as he felt something poking at him.

 

Rick opened his eyes looking down, and realized it was his child. He smiled, and reached down putting his hand were his baby was moving, and got a definite response. At feeling his hand on her belly Evie woke up.

 

"Our baby woke me up," Rick informed her, as he rubbed a hand over her belly. She smiled.

 

"I've gotten so used to the movements, that I don't even realize that its in there, half the time." The she gasped as she got kicked or hit right in the ribs.

 

"All right, this little one decided to prove me wrong," He grinned, and continued to rub her belly.

 

"Then I guess its a boy, all little boys like to defy what their mommas tell them," He said, grinning at her. Evelyn ran her hand through his hair.

 

"It could be a daughter. Girls can be just as unpredictable" He felt the baby settling down, and continued to rub her there.

 

"What should we call this one if its a boy?" Rick asked her.

 

"I've always loved the name Alexander." He thought a moment.

 

"Alexaander O'Connell, that has nice ring to it," he admitted as she scooted closer. Rick lay on his back and she rested her head on his chest.

 

"What about girls?" Evie asked him, looking up at him.

 

"Hmm," He hadn't though up any girls names that he liked.

 

"We could call her Alexandra, if its a girl," he said. She shook her head.

 

"Well lets see, Angel?" Again she shook her head, and he sighed, rubbing his hand over her back.

 

"Catherine, Christina," he tried, and she smiled.

 

"Christina would be pretty for a girls name," Evelyn told him. So it was settled, if it was a boy, it would be Alexander, and if it was a girl it would be Christina. With at least that issue solved, and the baby settled, Rick and Evelyn drifted back to sleep, his hand over her belly in a protective hold, and she felt safe, and loved right where she was.

 

 

 

Disclaimer : Not mine, know that just using them for a bit.

 

 

Chapter 4 : Labor Day.

 

 

 

Being eight, almost nine months pregnant was not much fun. Up until now things had gone very easily for Evelyn, minus when she had all that morning sickness. Being as pregnant as she was, there was allot she could no longer do on her own.

 

The most frustrating part, was not being able to put her shoes on by herself. Right now she was dressed for work, and trying to use just her feet to get them on. It wouldn't be so difficult to do it that way, but the problem was that her feet were swollen, and it took hands to get her dress shoes actually on her feet.

 

"Oh now this should not be that difficult," she said, as she felt with her feet for her shoes. She could no longer see over her belly, which made it very hard to find things, like her shoes. Now that she had at least one of them, she did sort of a dance, trying to get her foot in to it, which is how Rick found her when he come up to tell her he had breakfast ready. He stood at the door for a moment, amused by what he saw, then she sat down on the bed and cried, and he was not longer amused.

 

"Hey," he came over and settled beside her, and she leaned against him.

 

"I'm fat, and I'm not attractive anymore, how can you stand to even look at me," she sobbed. He wrapped his arms around her.

 

"Evelyn you are so beautiful, believe me, if not yourself. Your skin glows, radiant, and I love to see you in here at night, when your sitting at your vanity with nothing on. I love to watch you rub your hand over your tummy, all of that is so sexy to me." She blushed.

 

"Rick, such words." he kissed the top of her head.

 

"Well its true." His words, and the fact she was in the safest place she knew, his arms, made her feel better.

 

"Now lets get your shoes on you," he said, and he knelt down easily putting her foot into one, and strapped it, then the other, and helped her stand.

 

"All better?" he asked. She nodded, and he leaned in kissing the last of her tears away before they headed downstairs for breakfast, and the start of a new day.

 

 

 

It was a quite day for the museum, and Evelyn was glad for that. Her feet were swollen, and she had to take her shoes off just to let them feel any bit of relief. The baby was active as well, and the heat was also adding to her discomfort. Now she was in the Library putting books away, but only the ones on the lower shelves, which she could reach without using the ladder. As she worked, she hummed a lullaby softly, which she had noticed of late, seemed to calm the movement of the baby within her.

 

"All right little one, we have done all we can in this area, and I promised your father we would meet him for lunch." She went back into her office, and realized that she had created a little problem. By taking her shoes off, she hadn't thought about putting them back on, not until now. She sighed leaning her head back, and closing her eyes.

 

"Add not being able to think properly when being pregnant," she mumbled to herself, as she felt a fresh set of tears forming, threatening to spill over at any moment.

 

"Oh why does this always happen." She went over to the chair, where her little hand bag was, and got out her kerchief, dabbing at her eyes. After she got her tears under control, she went over to her desk, where her shoes were, and sat in the chair, using her feet to try to get them on, but as it always did, it only served to make her more upset, and she laid her head on her desk, and cried, not really knowing why.

 

 

 

At the house Rick had lunch ready, and was now waiting for his lovely wife to make an appearance. When twenty minutes went by he sighed, and left to go bring her home from the museum. All through out this pregnancy, he had been the one to make sure she got enough to eat, as well as getting enough rest. Their home wasn't but a stones throw away from the museum, and when he arrive at the front steps he found some of the local children there making drawings in the dirt.

 

"Sir, we have paintings, you pay to see?" A little boy asked. Rick grinned, and took out a 5 cent piece, and handed it to the boy, who smiled and led him to their paintings.

 

"That one is of the Pyramids," the boy told him.

 

"I see that, its very good," Rick said. A little girl came up to him.

 

"You pay to see mine?" she asked. He gave her another 5 cents, and another, to another little girl.

 

"I'm glad you showed me these wonderful paintings, however, I need to go now."

They nodded, and he went up the few stairs into the museum. It was quiet, and he didn't expect anyone to be here, except for Evelyn. When he got to her office the door was closed, and it was quiet. He opened it, expecting to find her sitting at her deck, going over some artifacts. She was sitting at her desk, but asleep, and as he walked in he nearly tripped over her shoe, and found the answer to why she had not come home for lunch. He picked both of her shoes up, and walked over to the desk, gently rubbing her back.

 

"I'm sorry, I'm just not having the best of days," she admitted, and broke into more sobs. He stood her up and gathered her into his arms.

 

"Can you call it a day?" he asked. She nodded, and after leaving a note for Pete, she went with him outside, and they took the short walk home.

 

 

 

When they arrived home, lunch was waiting. Rick had not let go of her hand since they left the museum, and now he eased her into one of the chairs, and took her shoes off her feet. He scooted a chair next to her, and lifted one foot onto his lap, and began to rub it, massaging it for her. She closed her eyes, letting the feel of his hands ease the pain out of her foot.

 

"You spoil me," she said, exhaustion plain in her voice.

 

"Only because you need to be spoiled," he replied. After massaging both feet, he brought their food over, and they had a fairly quite meal. She kept yawning, embarrassed about that, but he would have none of that. Once lunch was over they went up to their room, and he helped her lay in the bed.

 

"Will you make me some tea?" she asked him.

 

"Yes." He kissed her, and her tummy, then left for the kitchen. Making the tea wasn't long, they had sun made tea in the Ice box, and after he poured a glass, he went back to her, and found that she was asleep. He smiled, and set the tea on her bedside table, then went to the door, closing it. After he removed his cloths, down to his boxers, he climbed in bed behind her, and gathered her against him. She sighed but remained asleep, and soon sleep found him as well.

 

 

It was in the depths of Hamunaptra, that Evelyn found herself when she woke up. She was chained to the alter, and priests were around her chanting. She looked down, and noticed she was still pregnant, and wondered how she had gotten here. Then he came, Imhotep. In ancient Egyptian, he told her that he was taking her baby. She tried to scream, but she could not. He stood over her now, and rubbed

his hand over her belly, and she did her best to fight that. The only one she wanted to touch her was Rick, and where was he.

 

"Your husband made a nice sacrifice, and allowed me to resurrect my love." Anck su namun came in then, and Evelyn thrashed about trying to scream but could not.

 

She felt her stomach tighten as Imhotep moved his hand over it, and she gasped.

 

"NOOOOOOOO." she screamed. He cut her open, and took he baby out, and then left her there to die.

 

 

 

Rick had woken up a few hours later, and was now downstairs playing with Cleo. She was a fickle cat to say the very least, and had decided that she wanted attention. He had been reading the paper, and Cleo had jumped ontop of it, not allowing him to continue. Now he had a piece of string dangling it in front of her, when he heard Evelyn scream. He jumped over the cat, and took the steps two at a time. She was still in bed wiggling about, and caught in the sheets.

 

"Evie shh its just a dream." He settled beside her ,and kissed her cheek, and she came awake.

 

"Oh Rick it was just a terrible dream." she shuttered, and he leaned back, taking her in his arms.

 

"I dreamed that Imhotep had taken me back to Hamunaptra, and he took the baby out of me," She was starting to relax, then gasped as she felt her belly tighten.

 

"Evie?" he asked concerned now. After taking in a few breaths of air and blowing out, the tightness went away.

 

"I think that was a contraction," she told him. His eyes got big.

 

"You mean, baby coming now?" he asked.

 

"Well not right at this moment, but eventually." He eased away from her.

 

"I should call Becky now," he said pacing. Evelyn rolled off the bed, and came to him, stopping his pacing.

 

"It's all right, we will be fine, but I need you to be strong for me," she told him. He nodded. The first thing they did, was to go in the baby's room, and get the things they would need for it. Evelyn seemed to know what she wanted, so he just stood and watched. She got a gown out of one of the drawers, and a diaper, and put that in his arms. She got a blanket and a few soft towels and also handed that to him.

 

"Have you done this before" he asked, as they went back to their room.

 

"I once watched Becky do a delivery, and we need to have things ready when this baby gets here." he nodded, and in their room he just laid all the stuff in the cradle, causing it to swing. She had gone into the bathroom and he came running when he heard her cry out.

 

"What is it?" he asked her.

 

"My water broke," she said, and he noticed the puddle on the tile floor, as well as the fact that she was wet. Back in their room he helped her put a nightgown on, then put her to bed.

 

"I'd like some water," she said. He went down to the kitchen, and was getting her water, when Jonathan came out of his room ready to go out for the evening.

 

"Jonathan, would you mind going to find Becky?" he asked.

 

"But I have plans and..." he stopped as what Rick asked sank in.

 

"You mean shes?" Rick nodded, and Jonathan ran outside, and down the way to the clinic, where Evie's childhood friend practiced.

 

 

 

Time seemed to crawl by, and when Jonathan got back it was well in to the night.

 

He went upstairs, and found Rick settled behind Evelyn who was moaning, with the pain of her contractions.

 

"I can't find her, someone said she went on a dig," he told Rick.

 

"When will she be back," Evie said through her moans.

 

"Tomorrow afternoon," he replied, wanting to help. Before he could ask, Evelyn cried out, and held tight to Rick's hand.

 

"Oh Rick make it stop, it hurts so bad," she cried. He wanted to make it stop, but he had no more power over that, than to bring Becky to help them. He rubbed his hand over her belly, and massaged there, and in a few moments she was calm again.

 

"Will you go get the wash basin, and fill it with cool water?" he asked of Jonathan. Jonathan did that, and brought it out ,setting it on the other side of the bed. Rick got the rag he had put in it, and after ringing out most of the water, he brought it to her face wiping there. Evie was relaxed for the moment, and the cool rag over her skin helped her fall into a needed rest, before the serious labor began.

 

 

 

 

It was now early morning, and Evelyn was exhausted, and not in the best of moods. She lay on the bed on her side as Rick massaged her back for her. The contractions were coming ever three minutes, and her whole body felt like it was in one big cramp. Jonathan came in from trying to find someone to help them, but most of the doctors were out at the big dig, which was going on down in Thebes.

 

"No luck, how is she doing?" Evelyn answered that for herself.

 

"She is doing as good as can be expected, and stop talking about me as if I wasn't here." Evelyn yelled, then she screamed as another contraction raked over her body.

 

"Rick get off me now," she yelled. He had been yelled at most of the night, and he knew it wasn't really at him, just at the pain, so he moved away, as she rolled onto her back. She felt the need to push, which was a first, and that really scared her.

 

"Oh god Rick its wanting to come out, but I'm to little for it to come out that way." She cried out, and he came to her.

 

"Shh, you'll be fine," She sat up, and glared at him.

 

"How would you know? I'm about to have a baby come out of me. That is like taking a melon and squeezing it through a hole that is as small as a lemon," she yelled, then fell back against the pillows and started to cry. He sat beside her ignoring that last comment.

 

"I know you will be all right because your strong. You've fought mummies, and far worse things," he reminded her. He held her close and she drew stenghth from him.

 

"I'm sorry I've been yelling at you." He kissed her head.

 

"Don't be, if you want to yell at me, and it makes you feel better then go right ahead." She closed her eyes as another contraction came. She screamed and screamed at this one, and pushed.

 

"Jonathan go run the bath," Rick told him. He left to do that and Rick stood.

 

"It's coming," she yelled as she felt it close to coming out. He reached down, and felt their baby's head being pushed into the world. His hands were under it, holding it, guiding it, as Evelyn sat up and screamed, pushing again and again, until the baby, a boy finally made his way out of her body. Jonathan came out about then and both of them heard a thump, as he passed out cold. Right now though Rick had more important matters to tend to, and after clearing the baby's

mouth and flicking his feet, which got a good cry out of him, he placed him on Evie's stomach, and went over to Jonathan splashing some water on him, which woke him up.

 

"Sorry, I guess I wasn't prepared for that," he told Rick, as he was helped to stand. Jonathan walked over to where Evelyn held the baby to her breast letting him nurse, and took one of the blankets and draped it over him, and her.

 

"Thank you," she said in a very tired voice.

 

"The least I can do." He gave her a kiss, and his nephew. He looked down and noticed something else had come out of her and did his best not to end up on the floor. Fortunately for him Rick came over and eased him to the chair he had used most of the night.

 

"Is that normal?" Evie was too into her baby to notice.

 

"I think so," he said. He had a pair of sharp shears, which he had cleaned, and used those to cut the chord from the after birth, and would tend to the rest once Alexander was finished with his meal. He noticed then that momma had fallen asleep, and only when Alexander was finished, did Rick take him from the safety of his mothers breast holding him to his shoulder. His son snuggled against him comfortable, as dad carried him to the bathroom to clean him, and to tie off his chord, and cut what he didn't need off. Evelyn had told him all about what she had seen that day Becky had let her witness the birth of twins, and while he wasn't totally sure of himself, he felt less afraid than he had, in the beginning. Jonathan came in as Rick sat in one of the small wicker chairs, laying the baby on his lap He tied the chord as close to the skin of his belly as he could, then took the shears Jonathan had, and cut it off close to the knot

he had made, that would eventually be his son's belly button. Alexander was getting restless, and Rick eased him back to his shoulder rocking him a little.

 

"Shh, just hold on a moment and lets get you clean, then I'll take you back to your mom." He stood, and went to the tub, realizing there was too much space, and moved to their sink. He put a stopper in it, then filled it with water. He took a towel and put it in as a liner, then cradled his son into one arm, and eased him into the water. Alexander was very quick to let his father know, he didn't like having a bath, and no amount of his dad's soothing voice worked to

calm him down.

 

In the bedroom Evelyn came awake, at hearing her son's cries, and Jonathan reasured her that he was safe.

 

"Rick's giving him a bath, speaking of that, let me help you clean up." She nodded, and he got her clean gown, and the wash basin, and eased her into one of the chairs while he changed the sheets of the bed. She frowned at her sons cries, not liking being even this far from him.

 

"Now that you have a clean bed, I'll go see if I can lend Rick a hand" He helped her get comfortable, and then got the baby things out of the cradle and took them to his brother-in-law. In bed, Evelyn tried not to worry, for her baby was still crying loud, then ,just as she was about to go see what was making him so upset, Rick came out with Alexander cradled in his arms still crying.

 

"Shhh, she's right here." He came to her side of the bed, and placed their son who was dressed in a warm gown, in her arms. Evelyn felt better now that he was back in her arms, and swayed with him.

 

"Mum is here baby." She kissed his forehead and his nose, then sang to him, and in a moment his cries subsided and he went to sleep safe in her arms. Rick settled beside them, noticing that it was becoming light outside. Evie leaned against him and sleep soon found her as well. He pulled a blanket up over all three of them and scooted back against the pillows bringing his wife and son with him. Sleep claimed him as well, and for a while all was quiet and at peace

 

 

 

 

More soon....

 

 

Disclaimer: They are not mine...I wish they were.

 

Chapter 5 : Parents

 

 

A week had passed since Alex had made his entrance into the world, and life had deffinantly changed. The biggest change was how little sleep Rick and Evie were getting. It effected them both, because Rick was not the type of dad who was going to make Evelyn get up and do everything on her own. So at night, when Alex woke up, Rick was the one who brought him to their bed, so she could nurse him, and if Alex was still awake after he was fed, dad was more than happy to sit

with him to get him back to sleep. In the beginning that had not been so difficult, but as Alex became used to his world, his feedings went from 6 hours at a time, to four, and now to two, and by the start of the new week, both parents felt like zombies.

 

 

 

 

Now it was morning and quiet, and Rick held Evelyn secure in his arms. He had just gotten Alex back to sleep, and was hopeful that his son would at least give them a little more time before the day officially started. Evelyn moved her body closer to his, and he nuzzled her neck.

 

"I miss us," she whispered.

 

"I know, but you have to heal," he reminded. She turned in his arms, so that she was facing him. She reached out and traced the tip of her finger over his lip, and gasped as he opened his mouth and sucked it in. He nibbled on it, then took his hand and pulled it out, and with that same hand pulled her head to his so that their lips met in a gently good morning kiss. Their tongues met in the familiar dance, and they enjoyed tasting one another. It was about that time,

when they heard Alex's little noises, not cries, but the noises he made before he was ready to wake the household and then some.

 

"You just changed him?" she asked.

 

"Thats why he was mad, yes he should be clean." She didn't want to stop.

 

"Are we bad parents if we just let him cry?" This whole thing, being a parents, having him was so new to both of them, and each day that went by, they learned more and more about how to take care of him. The hardest part was not to go to him when he was crying. Becky had told them both, that if they let him cry himself out, he would learn how to handle sleeping on his own, but neither of them were ever able to let him cry for more than 2 minutes, before one of them went to get him.

 

"I could take him down to Jonathan," he said. She nodded, and Rick got up, and went to the cradle. Alex was making faces, and his squeaks and grunts, were getting louder.

 

"Hey buddy, How about a visit with your Uncle?" Rick put the burp cloth over his bare shoulder, having learned that if he didn't have it, he was likely to need a shower or bath. Alex was good about spitting up on him, so this was protection. Once that was in place, he lifted his son against his chest. Alex cried, then

settled as his dad swayed with him.

 

"Thats more like it," He said kissing the top of Alex's bald little head. In a moment he was still, and after getting a couple of diapers and a clean gown, Rick headed downstairs.

 

 

 

In the kitchen Jonathan was awake, sipping his coffee, and reading the post. He had not had a sucessfull night at poker, loosing most of his money. He didn't have too much left, which meant he would have to sell more of his treasure to get what he wanted. The thought had entered his head, to get a job, but he wasn't ready to go back to that. He liked living the free life. It was the squeak on the steps, which let him know someone was on their way down, and when

he looked up, he found the new father of the house entering the kitchen, with his nephew, and some other things.

 

"You look as good as one of those mummies you fought at Hamunaptra," Jonathan commented, as Rick came over to the table.

 

"You try getting up every two hours for a week," Rick said lightly, setting the two diapers and gown on the table, the part that was clean.

 

"I have a favor to ask," Jonathan nearly spit out his coffee.

 

"Oh no, I love Alex but no," he said. Then all at once Alex was in his arms, and

 

Jonathan looked down into that sweet face.

 

"O'Connell, you don't play fair," Jonathan said, not able to resist his nephew."Well partner I'll just teach you how to play poker," he said, kissing his soft little head.. Rick was half way up the steps when heard that.

 

"Not till he's 40," Rick hollered down, and Jonathan chuckled. He stood, and carried Alex into the parlor.

 

"Well now what should we do. You seem happy where you are, so I won't disturb you," he said, as he settled on a Sofa. He shifted Alex, and that caused him to get a little restless.

 

"Shh shh. I'm just sitting down." After a moment, Alex relaxed, and Uncle John was relieved.

 

 

 

Upstairs, when Rick returned, Evelyn appeared to be asleep. He lay down next to her, and she turned to face him.

 

"Now where were we?" she asked. He grinned.

 

"Mm I think I was about to do this." He kissed her lips briefly, then placed another kiss on her chin, and another to her neck, lingering there, nuzzling and nipping her, causing her to gasp. She was still clothed in a nightgown, but his hands worked fast, and for moment he stopped his delicious assault on her neck to remove her gown, and then his boxers, leaving them skin to skin. They may not be able to make love fully, but they could go through the motions, and with Alex

in good hands, they had time to linger. He pulled her body against his kissing her neck and down to her breasts. Evelyn gasped as he began to lick over one, then the other, then his mouth closed over one, and he began to suck, taking in her milk, which was very arousing to him. She felt his hard flesh pressing against her thigh, and reached down, taking it into her hand. The feel of her hand grasping him, caused him to groan, and he threw his head back as she began to stroke him. It had been a week since he felt her touch, and his body had missed that.

 

"Oh god Evie I love this," he said in a throaty tone.

 

"I need your mouth..." she let out a cry, as he covered her breast with his mouth tucking on hit with force, but pleasantly so.

 

 

 

It was not too long after they settled on the couch that Alex started to move about restlessly. Jonathan had almost gone back to sleep when he felt Alex's sudden restlessness.

 

"Whats wrong hmm?" He laid Alex on his lap and rubbed his tummy, and Alex grunted, and Jonathan realized what was happening.

 

"You couldn't wait for them to wake up?" he asked as he stood, going into the kitchen to get what he would need to change him. This was not anything Jonathan was all that good at, and he wasn't all that comfortable with it, however he was determined to let Rick and Evelyn have a break, and set about getting what he needed which was two things, a washcloth, and a wash basin of warm water. He managed to hold Alex in one arm and get the things he needed back in the parlor,

 

Then when he was ready, he spread a blanket over the couch, and laid Alex down.

 

"Now, I'm not as good at this as your parents, so don't hold this against me." Alex was getting more unhappy by the moment, and was crying before his uncle could even get his diaper off of him. The mess that awaited was big, not just in the diaper but up his back.

 

"Okay what did she feed you?" he asked over his nephews crys. He wasn't sure about undressing him, and the more he did, the louder Alex cried. Jonathan knew he needed to get him undressed, and seemed to make more of a mess than anything as he did.

 

"A little help would be good," he yelled over the cries of his nephew. Then Alex let a stream out, and Jonathan felt like crying himself.

 

 

 

 

The house was small, even though it was two stories, and now the sated couple lay together relaxed, when they heard Alex's cries, and Jonathan's yell for help.

 

"Welcome to the day," Evelyn said as she rolled away from him, and went to her wardrobe. She got out a soft cotton dress and slipped it on. It was a simple dress, one of her maternity dresses that still felt wonderful to wear. She was ready then, and left her husband to go rescue her son from his uncle. When she got to the palor Jonathan was getting Alex, who was now clean, and very ticked off, dressed in his clean cloths. He looked up relieved when she walked over.

 

"He decides to leave the dirty stuff for me." Jonathan huffed, and left to get himself cleaned. up She had Alex cradled in her arms, and her soothing voice, and her touch worked together to calm him down, though he was hungry, and once he was fairly calm she undid the front of her dress and settled down on the other side of the sofa and let him eat.

 

"You got all worked up," she said rubbing his back.

 

"So what was the problem?" Rick asked coming in and moving the blanket away, settling beside them.

 

"Uncle John had to change a messy diaper," she said not taking her eyes from her son. For her this was the best part of being a mum, holding him feeding him, and being beside the one man she loved more than life itself. Rick smiled and took one of Alex's tiny feet in his hand.

 

"Sometimes I find myself wishing he could stay this small for ever," he admitted. Evelyn looked over into her husbands blue eyes.

 

"I know, this way we can protect him and keep him safe, when he learns to walk and go off on his own it will be more difficult to watch out for him," she replied, sighing as Rick pulled her against him.

 

"But he will always have us to come too if he needs us," he reassured her. She knew that too, and decided it was best just to take each day as it came, face whatever was to come one day at time.

 

 

THE END

 

NOTE..Well what did you think...I want to do more of these cute family stories, so be ready for more.