Diamond in the Rough: Chapter 83 (adult)

After some protesting from Sam that he wanted to stay up to see his parents, the kids were put to bed.  Jack was in the family room, by the fire, with his Ipod and earphones, in his pajamas.  Starr had raided her brother's dresser and borrowed some as well.  She curled up on a nearby chair, looking through the album her mother had made for her father as a gift after his return.  She had found it on the coffee table in their suite, while she and Jack made everything perfect for their parents' arrival:  Starr had made some tea and left it hot in the Keurig for them;  Jack had started a fire in their fireplace.  One of them had thought of running a bath for them, and it was running with massaging jets and the water temperature kept just right.  And, they all waited for their arrival.

Shortly, a knock was heard on the door, and they knew their parents would not be knocking.  Timothy got up to reveal Sister Rebecca Katherine, one of his "surprises" and she blustered into the room with her small carpetbag.  "Hello all, and good evening to ya.  Children, come and hug me, I am so glad you are all in one piece."

Jack and Starr were up in moments, and then all of them retreated to the couches and chairs by the fire in the family room, and Jack colorfully mulled over the events of the day.

In the middle of his story, he said, "Hey, wait a minute!  What happened to Aunt Tina?"

Timothy said, "I put her up at the penthouse for this evening.  Just wanted her to have rest and for your parents to be able to deal with that another day."

"Good idea."  Jack agreed.

Starr said, "I hear their car!  They're here!"

Within a few moments, Todd and Blair appeared at the door, and Sister Rebecca Katherine was first.  "Bridgette, dear, look at your poor face.  Are ya all right?"  she took Blair in her arms.

Blair said, "I'm fine," and she smiled at Todd, over the nun's shoulder. 

Todd said, "Glad you're all still up.  We found out what's wrong with Blair, that made her faint."

Starr popped out of her chair, and Blair could barely contain herself.  "Mom!?"

Blair nodded, and Starr ran to her.  Jack said, "Uh, someone tell me what's up?"

"Your mother and I, correction, all of us, are expecting."  He said, and in the midst of the happy congratulations from Timothy, Sister Rebecca Katherine, and Starr, Jack stood, still and in awe and somewhat puzzled.  

Todd went to him.  "You're confused?"

"I'm surprised, yeah, I'm. . .I'm happy for you, Dad.  I just don't . . . "

"Don't try and understand it, Jack.  I've tried and it never happens and never helps.  Your mother's going to have another baby, something we thought we lost.  I don't know how to explain it, but it's there.  In living color."

He put his hand on Jack's shoulder and they both went back to the small crowd around Blair, and Jack pushed through and hugged her.  Awkwardly, he said, "I'm glad, Mom.  I'm happy you're happy."

"Thank you, Son.  You're growing up, my boy," she said.

"Jack and I have a big surprise for you."  Starr said.  "It's in the suite."

"I can't wait to see it," Blair said.  "I'm so happy, and of course, I owe most of it to this guy right here."  She pointed to Todd.

"Me?  I didn't do much."

"All right, spare us the details, will ya?"  The nun said, "It's late and all this can continue tomorrow, eh?  Good night, but first, show me to my room?"

Starr said, "Come with me.  Good night, everyone," and Starr and the sister ascended the stairs. 

Timothy said, "Can I bunk with ya, Jack?"

"Yeah, but I was thinking of camping out down here by the fire."

"Then that's what we'll do.  Let me get myself together," he said, heading off to the bathroom, a small bag in hand.

Todd put his hand out to Blair, "Well, Mommy, let's go on up and see what we're getting ourselves into."

They walked up the stairs, to their master bedroom suite.  Blair said, when reaching the top, "This seems so surreal in a way.  I feel like we were gone so long, and we were just here earlier today."

He lead her to the room and said, "I know.  A lot has happened.  It's going to hit us, soon."

They walked in and saw the perfectly arranged scene, and he looked at her.  "Bath?"

"You know it," she said, unbuttoning his shirt.

He slid her peasant blouse over her shoulders, and kissed her bruised jaw carefully.  She lifted her head to give him access to her neck, and he obliged, and a small rush of air came through her lips as she sighed.  He drew his tongue down her neck and onto her shoulder and said, "Something is to be said for wishes, I guess."

"Yes," she was lost in his touch and what he was doing with his mouth, "something to be said for wishes."  Then, she said, "I just thought of something.  No bath for you, you have stitches."

"Shucks," he said, undoing the front strings on her blouse and opening it.  She moved to let it fall to the floor.  He ran his lips and tongue over her chest and along her bra.  Her excitement poked against the fabric of her lingerie as he did.  He moved his hands to her breasts, and held them, feeling the hardness of her nipples against his hands, and massaged them with his thumbs.  

He then went in for a deep, hard kiss, his tongue in her mouth and curling around hers, and his body pressed against her, tight enough that she could feel him, solid and stiff against her.  She pulled back from the kiss and said, "You're happy to see me."

He said, "As always."

She put her hands in his hair as he knelt down before her and took her pants down.  He smoothed his hands over her panties as she spoke, "Do you think it will be a girl?"

That was the last thing she said before she lost sense of conversation, as he lowered her silk bikini and went to work on her, his full lips and skillful tongue bringing pleasure to her as she stood in the firelight, now naked except for her lavender lace bra.  He backed her toward the bed, still on his knees in front of her, he watched as she sat at the edge of it, and opened her legs wider to receive his mouth and tongue.  It swirled in her and over her most sensitive places.  Within moments, she was calling his name and moaning, until he heard her say, "I want you, Todd, so much."

"I want you, Blair."  She smiled hearing him.  It came so easy to him now, telling her what he wanted and felt.  He continued, "I want to be inside you, tonight, always."  He ran his tongue up her torso and she undid his pants as he stood.  As she worked to set him free, he moved his hands and slid his finger inside her, while watching his pants fall to the ground.  She wrapped her mouth around him and he both wanted to let go in her mouth and climb on top of and into her.  Seeing his wounds as a reminder of how difficult it would be to make love to her that way, he continued to touch her, and made his way onto the bed, so they faced each other as he probed and massaged her with his hands.  

Looking directly into her eyes, he watched her, swept close to finishing, and couldn't hold back from kissing her mouth as she cried out to him.  He slid closer and grabbed her hips while she was still coming, rolling her over onto him, her wetness surrounding him with a welcoming suction that made him close his eyes and moan, as she undulated in pleasure around him.  He lifted her gently on and off him, and within moments, he filled her with warmth and life, calling her name with each pulse of his body.

Todd and Blair were home.

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