Chapter 116: Home At Last

Hath was so glad to be home, even though the house was so empty. It wouldn’t be that way for long; soon it would be July and the guys would be home. HER guy would be home. Then it was a few days of local shows and David’d be all hers for the summer. Then the babies would come, and the house wouldn’t be empty for another twenty years, God willing.

It was harder coming home than she thought it would be. She’d gotten used to fending off the “sneak attacks” from the guys, where they’d ask her opinion on something, get her into a room by herself or in an abandoned hallway, and talk to the babies. Jon continued to get a kick out of the way that Laura would push against his hand when he talked to her while John continued to ignore him, Richie continued to make smart ass comments about how big Hath was getting, and Teek? He got a nostalgic look in his eyes whenever he looked at Hath’s swollen abdomen, moreso than the others.

When it was actually time to pack up the hotel suite again, this time for the last time, she had tears in her eyes.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” David asked, walking in on his wife crying. He could handle anything she dished out except tears.

Hath turned from her suitcase, and David burst out laughing at her t-shirt. She’d changed into the “Hands off, asshole” shirt. She sniffled delicately and wiped her eyes with the heels of her hands. “I’m just going to miss you, that’s all.”

“Aw, I’ll miss you too, but I’ll be home in a couple, er, few weeks.” He took her in his arms and kissed her gently.

Hath rested her head on his shoulder and wound her arms around his waist. “I know, I know. Chalk it up to hormones, okay? Packing to leave you is just making me so sad.”

David walked Hath to the bed, and sat with her on his lap. He picked up the phone and pressed a button. “Yes, hi, this is 2314, I need someone to help my very pregnant wife pack. Great, thanks.” He hung up. “Done. Now you don’ t have to pack.”

A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door and David opened it to find three 40-something housekeepers chattering to themselves. When they saw who opened the door, their words dried up. David chuckled. “Thanks for coming, ladies. My wife is not in the mood to pack, and she’s told me more than once that I’m useless in the pack-girl-shit-up department. I’ve learned not to mess with her decisions or her moods.” He winked conspiratorially at them, making them giggle. “I appreciate you helping us out.”

The women bustled into the room and looked with pity on the pregnant woman. “Poor girl,” one said. “You leave this to us.” She reached out to pat Hath’s arm, but stopped, hand hovered in mid-air, when she saw the tshirt.

Hath smiled, and read the woman’s name tag. “It’s alright, Anna,” she said. “You’re not an asshole.”

Anna and the other housekeepers laughed, and set about packing.


That was weeks-that-seemed-like-years ago. Now, she was finally counting in hours the time until David got home. She had spent a while soaking in the tub, and even longer trying to get out without killing herself. She was dressed in the sexiest maternity nightgown she could find, which wasn’t too sexy, but at least it wasn’t a long t-shirt, as she had taken to wearing. She looked at the clock as she settled into bed. Just an hour to go. She was so excited she didn’t want to wait any longer.

Her eyes glazed over as she vanished into a daydream about what David would do when he came home. She was so lost in thought that she didn’t even realize her eyelids were growing heavy. Soon, she was sleeping, a sly smile on her face.

David’s car pulled into the driveway, and he was vaulting out of it even before the driver could put the transmission into ‘park’. He called back over his shoulder, “Thanks! Just dump the bags in the front hall, okay?”

The driver smiled and nodded his asset. It wasn’t the first time he drove David back from the airport, but it was the first time David had disappeared that quickly. He chuckled to himself. David must have one hell of a wife waiting for him at home.

David flew down the hall to the great room, looking for Hath. He expected to see her curled up as best as she could do in her favorite chair pecking away at the computer. He skidded to a halt with “Hello sexy Mama” frozen on his lips. She wasn’t there. The computer was there, a glass of water was perched on the side-table, but no Hath. Frowning, he went out to the patio, but no Hath. He smiled as he ascended the stairs next; she must be waiting for him in bed. Damn he loved how their minds were in synch like that. He flew down the hall, stopping only to kick off his shoes. By the time he could smell her bath oils in the air, he was hard. He pulled his t-shirt up over his head and flung the bedroom door open. He came up short when he saw his wife sleeping in the middle of the bed.

Chuckling to himself, he stood there and looked his fill. She was propped up on a mountain of pillows, turned half on her side, reclining as a Goddess should. Her hair was piled atop her head, and damp tendrils clung to her cheeks and neck. Her slow, steady breathing was accompanied by little mewls of happiness, and he saw a smile on her face. He hoped to hell she was dreaming of him.

The covers were settled at her waist, and her hand was clutched protectively around the twins. David’s heart surged, as did other parts of his anatomy, and he couldn’t wait another moment to wrap himself around his wife. He shucked the rest of his clothes, lifted the edge of the sheet and climbed up onto the bed next to Hath. He spooned up behind her and gently draped his arm under hers, smiling when Laura kicked against his arm. He reached around a little further until he felt John press a tiny hand or foot against his palm.

David sighed contentedly. Life just didn’t get too much better than this.

His breath tickled the hair that had escaped Hath’s topknot, and she stirred. Feeling a warm, hard body pressed against her, she murmured sleepily, “Hey, you.”

David answered by gently nipping the juncture of her neck and shoulder. “Hey yourself,” he said. “So, you’re so excited to see me, you fell asleep?” he teased.

Hath smiled and turned her head for a steamy kiss. “No, you fool, I was resting up to give you a proper welcome home.”

When she would have turned to face David, he stopped her. “No, baby,” he said. “Don’t move. I’ve got it under control.”

Hath relaxed as David grazed his fingertips across her neck and shoulder. She shivered deliciously as his light touch raised gooseflesh in its wake. He ran his hand down Hath’s arm and back, lightening his touch each time. Long minutes later he ran a hand down her back and cupped her ass. Long, strong fingers kneaded the silk-covered globes, and he placed gentle kisses along her shoulder.

Slowly, David raised the hem of Hath’s nightgown, letting his fingertips graze her naked thighs. With a brief kiss on the back of her head, he slid out of bed and walked around to the other side. Hath watched as David molded pillows around the twins, and used three more to prop her knee up comfortably. Smiling, he went back around to his side and slipped into bed again.

This time, when he trailed his fingers up Hath’s thigh, he dipped them in between, skimming them across her wet, swollen lips. “Oh Hath,” David said. “You missed me.”

“Oh yes I did,” Hath moaned, reveling in the sensations David was raising in her. He stroked her again, starting at the back of her knee, and ending only millimeters away from her clit. The third time he stroked her, Hath pressed down, trying to get David to touch her where the ache was fiercest.

David chuckled. “What’s the matter, sweetheart?”

“Nothing you can’t cure if you’d just OH!” David slid a finger into her, causing her to clamp down hard. “Jesus, David, don’t stop... please... just a little AH!” She screamed as David slid a second finger into her and stroked her slowly.

“Damn, Hath, you’re so freaking tight,” he breathed against her ear. When he slid his tongue across the outer shell of Hath’s ear, she lost control, crying out his name as she came. David kept up the languorous stroking, not letting her come down from the high. When he felt her starting to peak again, he couldn’t wait any longer, and shifted slightly and replaced his fingers with his cock, sliding all the way to the hilt in one stroke.

Hath reached around to grip David’s thigh, pressing hard enough to bruise. She held on tight while David made love to her, bringing her up and over the edge again. Her nails nearly drew blood when she came the third time, but the little pricks of pain only enhanced David’s pleasure. He tilted his hips to press slightly deeper, and emptied into her, groaning her name.

They stayed joined for a long time, cuddled together and basking in the afterglow. Finally, with much effort, and not a little bit of giggling, Hath turned over to face David. Her cheeks were flushed and her pulse racing, and the twins were kicking up a storm from Mommy’s activities. She cupped his face with one hand and kissed him over and over again.

“Welcome home, sweet Papa; I missed you and I love you so much.” Hath’s voice was thick with slumber and desire. She slid a leg up David’s, rubbing it with her instep. She hooked her ankle around the back of David’s knee and anchored him to her, pressing his belly into hers. He could feel every kick and push of his children as they swam and played.

“Love you too, sexy Mama, “he answered, kissing her temple, and settling his wife in his arms.

He was wrong before. Life didn’t get too much better than THIS.