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My eyes moved from his handsome face, down over his chest
and chiseled stomach.  The further down, still, until I came face to face with his cock.

“Wow,” I mouth as I take in his enormous length.  I lick my lips involuntarily when I spot the drop of pre-cum sitting on the tip.

He wraps his hand around his shaft and strokes up and down, “You like what you see?” Jeremy asks, teasingly.

“Yes,” I whisper back, completely serious.

His eyes blaze and he moves toward me.  His hands hit my hips at the same time as his mouth descends and collides with mine.  His tongue slides between my lips, searching for my own to dance with.  I wind my arms around his neck and thread my fingers through his hair and just enjoy the taste of him.  I want to drink him in and savior his taste for the rest of my life.

The back of my knees hit the bed before I fall backwards.  Jeremy follows me down so we’re joined from the mouth all the way down our naked bodies.  My legs automatically part to allow his access and I can feel his hardness pressing against my mound.
  Jeremy breaks the kiss to reach over into his bedside drawer.  He kneels between my legs and I watch in the dull moonlight as he rolls a condom on.

This is really happening.
  I just want to shout
Yippeee!
  And do a happy dance.

Still sitting back on his knees, Jeremy looks to my eyes and then down my body until his gaze stops on my
centre.  I swallow hard when he extends a finger and drags it tortuously slowly over my stomach and down between my legs.  I gasp when he slowly drives his index finger inside me before withdrawing it and bringing it to his mouth to suck my arousal off.

“So wet, Ava.  All for me,” he murmurs, as he repeats the process.

“Jeremy,” I moan, “Please.”

“Okay, honey.  I want inside too bad, but later, we’re
gonna take it slow and I’m gonna eat that glorious pussy of yours ‘cause I’ve been dreaming about it for
years.
”

Mmm
, yes please!

Jeremy lowers himself over me and, supporting his weight on one arm, he uses the other hand to guide himself inside of me.

Finally.

A deep moan escapes my throat as he stretches and fills me, completely.  Then, he begins to move, setting a slow, loving rhythm.  Every
fibre of my being is centred on the feeling between my legs and the tingles that are shooting throughout my body as he continues to thrust gently inside me.

“Jeremy,” I whisper before his mouth takes mine a soft, tender kiss.  His
tongue matches his hips in thrusts, causing my whole body to come alive in a mass of sensations.

“Ava,” he groans.

Slow, torturous thrust after slow, torturous thrust he continues until I can take it no longer.  I plant my heels on the bed and raise my hips to meet his.  This spurs him into gear and things turn wild.  He withdraws, almost completely, before slamming back inside me. 
Hard.
 

“Baby,” I yelp in surprise.  I wrap my limbs around him and bury my face in his throat to try and drown out my loud breathy moans. 

Oh god, I can feel it coming.  It’s building.  Taking me higher and higher.  Oh god.  The friction.

My body breaks out in goose bumps and I start to feel hot. 
Really hot.

“Oh god…it’s coming…”  My entire body tenses around him and my breath gets caught in my throat, halting my words, as I shudder and convulse around him.  It’s intense and it goes on and on.  Waves of pleasure keep building and crashing over me and in me
.

I feel Jeremy’s
movement start to quicken before he slams inside me, grinds against me and takes my mouth in a searing kiss as he empties himself deep inside.

“I hope we didn’t wake Oscar,” I pant, “That was awesome.  Thank you.” 
Oh my god.
I’m a dickhead.   I just thanked a man for fucking me. 

I feel my face heat with embarrassment as Jeremy’s body begins to shake with amusement.

“You’re welcome?” He says before bursting into laughter.  Jeremy full on laughing is a gorgeous site, but Jeremy still buried inside me, full on laughing – well that is a gorgeous
feeling
. 

After he
disposes of the condom, he climbs into bed and tucks me against his side.  I place my arm over his stomach and snuggle into his chest.

“Sleep, honey,” he tells me before placing a kiss on my head.

“’Kay,” I say, sleepily.  Then, I fall asleep in the arms of the man I’ve dreamt about falling asleep beside for most of my life.

“
Ava!
A-V-A.”  Oscar screams as he comes tearing into the kitchen early the next morning.

“Hey, buddy.  Did you sleep well?”  I ask him as I pour my coffee.

“Leste read Oscar Thomas books then Oscar falled asleep.”  His excitement is contagious.

“Oh, Celeste is very nice then, isn’t she?  Were you a good boy for Celeste?”

“Oscar is always a good boy,” he tells me matter-of-factly.

“Of course he is,” I laugh back.

Jeremy walks into the kitchen at that moment with his cell phone to his ear.  I gesture with the coffee pot toward him, silently asking him does he want one.

He nods and I watch as his eyes widen and his jaw drops.  My brow furrows, wondering what the person on the other end of the phone could be telling him to get that reaction, especially at this time of the morning.

“Holy shit, mate.  I can’t believe it.  I’m spun out.”  Jeremy is saying into the phone.

Okay, so it’s good news?  He sounds happy.

“Daddy said a bad word,” Oscar pipes up and tells me.

“Yes, he really shouldn’t say bad words,” I tell him.

“That’s great…Yeah, she’s here with me…Yeah, I know. I’ll fill you in later,” he looks at me during a long pause and (still looking at me) he says into the phone, “Yeah, we’re together…Fuckin’ stoked, man.  Righto, mate.  We’ll see you soon.”  Then he hangs up and walks toward me.  I don’t take my eyes off him as I hand him his cup full of coffee, but my mind is still stuck on what he said to the person on the other end of the phone. 
Yeah, we’re together.  Fuckin’ stoked, man
.

The only person I can think of that would be calling this early, and who Jeremy would confide in like that, would be Jackson.  And if it was Jackson ringing this early and Jeremy had said to him that he was spun out and he can’t believe it and that we’d be there soon…then the ‘it’ must be that Edie had the baby and the place we’d be going would be the hospital.

A huge grin spreads across Jeremy’s face, then he tells me, “Edie had the baby.”

“
She did?
” 

“Yep.  Early hou
rs of this morning, after they got back from Karaoke.  She had the baby on the bathroom floor.”

“Oh my god.  Wow, on the floor?  Is everyone okay?  Was it a boy or a girl?  How big was he or she?  Is Edie up for visitors?  Oh, gosh, I bet Jackson nearly shit himself….
Oh
!  What did they name the baby?”  I fire off my questions to Jeremy without giving him a chance to answer in between each one.

“
They had a baby girl.  I’ll let Edie tell you the rest of the details when we go visit them.  Go have a shower and get ready.  I’ll get Oscar sorted, then we’ll go.”  He leans and places his lips to mine in what appears to be his signature kiss – slow, sweet and tender.

“
Eeewww, yuck!  Daddy’s can’t kiss Ava’s.  They’ll get girl germs,” Oscar shouts.

“Crap,” I whisper.

Jeremy grins at me and then turns to Oscar.

“Guess what, Bud.”

“What”

“Uncle Jack and Aunty Edie had their baby.  Do you want to go to the hospital and see them?”

“
Yes!”

Jeremy takes off after Oscar who is tearing down the hallway to his bedroom, but not before giving me wink as he leaves.

I quickly shower and change back into my jeans,
sans
panties because they’re dirty from the night before, and shirt that I was wearing last night.  Finding a comb in the vanity draw, I quickly run it through my hair and then I’m ready to go.

“Oh my god,” I whisper-shout.  The nurse has just led us into Edie’s room and there in her arms is a chubby cheeked bundle wrapped in a pink blanket.

“Meet Olive Rose Henley,” Edie smiles at me as I walk over to kiss her cheek.  “Seven pounds six ounces.”

“Congratulations, babe.  I’m so,
so
happy for you.”

“Thanks,” she whispers back.

“Hey, little Olive.” I say quietly, stroking her little cheek.  “Oh, Edie, she’s so beautiful.  That Henley gene is definitely a strong one,” I remark.

“Yeah, she’s the spitting image of her father.”

“All this time, Jackson’s secret name was Olive?”

“Yep.  After his great gran,” Edie tells me.

“Oh, that’s so sweet.”

“Congratulations, Edie. She’s a little beauty.” Jeremy says as he leans in a places a kiss on Edie’s forehead.

“Thanks, Jeremy.  Want a cuddle?”  Edie asks me.

“Sure do,” I reply, grinning.

I take the baby and sit down in the visitor’s chair.  Oscar walks over apprehensively.

“Oscar, this is Olive.  She’s your new baby cousin,” I tell him quietly.  His eyes stay glued to baby Olive as he asks me, “How does Oscar spell Olive?”

“O-L-I-V-E,” I spell out to him.

“Osca
r says Hi, Olive. O-L-I-V-E.”  He leans in to give her a sweet kiss on her forehead and then turns and runs over to his aunt and uncle.  I hear him ask, “When can Olive come play with Oscar?”  We all laugh, as Jeremy tells him it might be a while before Olive can play.

Without missing a beat, Oscar replies, “Daddy kissed Ava. 
On the lips
.  Daddy said he can’t get girl germs off Ava because he loves Ava. 
Grandpa!
” He yells, running over to hug Scott Henley.

Holy shit
.  Jeremy told Oscar he loves me. 
He loves me.
 
Holy shit
.  Maybe he just said that by way of explaining.  Yeah, that’s probably it.

“Oh, here she is,” Maggie Henley comes toward me beaming at the baby.  I hand her Olive and stand so she can sit.  Jeremy immediately grabs my hand and pulls me to him, tucking me to his side.

That’s when I notice the sparkle on Edie’s ring finger.  My eyes widen and I look to her face to see her looking between Jeremy and me.  She’s smiling.  I catch her eye and gesture with my eyes toward her hand.  She raises her eyebrows and grins huge at me.

I break away from Jeremy and walk over to her.  Giving her a gentle hug, I whisper in her ear, “Yay!  Congratulations.”

“Thanks,” she whispers into my ear, “Congrats to you as well.  You two look good together.  We need to catch up soon.  I need all the details.”  I can hear the smile in her voice.

“Just in here,” I hear the nurse say.  I stand and walk back to Jeremy.  He claims me again and I tuck my hand into his back jean pocket, just as Jules walks in.

“What the fuck?” She whisper-shouts at Edie.

My eyes swing to Edie and I watch her look at Jules and raise her eyebrows high. 
Really high.

“Looks like I’ve got my own what-the-fuck question,” Edie replies, seriously. 

I look back at Jules.  Then I look to Edie again.  Then I look at Maggie, who’s still sitting holding the baby.  Then I look to Scott who has paused in his game of
Thomas
with Oscar.  Then I look to Oscar, who’s obliviously still playing his game.  Then I look at Jackson, who’s looking around at everyone with a ‘what’s going on?’ look on his face as he exits the private bathroom.  Then I look to Jeremy.  Jeremy looks down at me and we both silently communicate,
let’s get the fuck out of here.

Jeremy clears his throat, and says, “Right, we’ll be off.  We’ll catch up with
ya later, yeah?
  You need anything, Edie, let Ava know.”

“Sure.  Thanks for coming in guys.”

“C’mon Oscar.  Let’s get home.”  Jeremy takes Oscar’s hand in the one that isn’t holding mine and we walk out waving goodbye.

Jules has got some explaining to do…

“Do you have to work today?”  Jeremy asks me.  We’ve arrived home from the hospital and Oscar is in the lounge room watching
Thomas the Tank Engine
on DVD.  Jeremy and I are in the kitchen – I’m cleaning up the mess from the lunch we just had, and Jeremy is sitting at the counter watching me with a funny look on his face.

“No.  I texted mum earlier to tell her I wouldn’t be in today. I’ve only got to feed my horses later today.  You?”

“Nah.  Got a big muster this week, though,” he replies then pauses and I think he’s going to continue telling me about the muster.  But he blindsides when he finally speaks again.  “I like you in my kitchen, honey.”

“Uh,”
I stammer.

“
I had a talk to Oscar before we left for the hospital this morning.  He asked me if, because I was kissing you, it meant you were his mummy.”

At his words, I draw in a sharp breath and my mind automatically recalls the night last year when Oscar asked me if I’d be his mummy because he didn’t have one.

“Yeah, I thought you must’ve had a chat with him – the “Daddy loves Ava slash girl germs” comment in the hospital sort of confirmed it,” I laugh nervously.

“Yeah,” he agrees, somewhat distractedly.

“Ava. A-V-A.  Is Ava sleeping at Oscar’s house tonight? Ava can take Oscar to school tomorrow.  Does Ava want to watch
Thomas
with Oscar?”  Oscar comes running in, firing off questions before running out again without waiting for his answers.

“Ava better go watch
Thomas
,” I mutter to Jeremy.  My tone says it’s a chore, but the smile on my face says I wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Daddy better come too,” Jeremy grins.  He grasps my waist as I walk by and pulls me into his arms.  I look up to see him looking down at me.
  He leans in and touches his lips to mine.  Not his signature kiss, but still good all the same.

We spend
the rest of the afternoon watching the same
Thomas
DVD over and over.  Actually, Jeremy and I snuggle together on the couch and try to steal kisses every now and then while we only pay half attention to the movie.  Oscar sits at our feet, totally engrossed in his movie.  It’s one of the best days of my life.