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Peter was standing in his kitchen for the first time in a long time, staring at the cupboard where the tea was supposed to be. Only he wasn't staring at tea, he was staring at several appliances he'd never seen before in his life, or so he believed. He couldn't imagine what in the world the appliances were actually for. He knew they scared him... Caleb wandered in to the kitchen and he gave Peter a worried glance. "What are you looking for, Daddy?"
"Tea!" Peter said, his voice desperate. "Everything's changed! I look in here and there's all these fancy new things! Like...that!" He said, pointing at one. "What in the world is a Salad Shooter!? Why would anyone want to shoot salad? It's relatively stationary and unobtrusive!" He hoped that stuff hadn't always been there and he just remembered wrong. That would mean more brain tumour damage and he did not want that.
Caleb laughed. "Mum rearranged it all and she bought all new things when you were all..." Caleb made the graphic, gurgling, stereotypical boy-noise for 'dead'.
"That's...nice..."
"Yeah...she went sort of crazy." Caleb said, leaning against the counter.
"Which is understandable." Peter said, giving Caleb's shoulder a soft squeeze. "I don't suppose you know where she moved the tea to, do you?"
Caleb shook his head. "Nah, tea's gross. Why do you drink leaves, Daddy?"
Peter snorted. "Those leaves are quite surprisingly relaxing. Do you need anything, Caleb?" Peter tried to be as casual as possible about asking, but as Caleb was diabetic, the question was hardly casual.
"No. I was just following you around!"
Peter grinned. "Well, there are certainly not many people I'd rather have follow me around more, Caleb. I'm going to go find your mother before I go in to leaf deprivation. Would you like to follow me there as well?"
"Yeah!" Caleb said, one arm in the air, triumphant. "It'll be like a quest! For tea!"
"A noble quest indeed." Peter said, guiding Caleb towards the stairs with a ruffled of the boy's hair.
They made their way up the stairs side by side, but Peter moved to go in to the bedroom first. And it was quite lucky he did because he found Aly on the bed, doing something with a vibrator no child should have to see their mother doing. "Whoa! Okay!" Peter turned quickly and he picked Caleb up, no small feat for a man who got tired just holding his 6-month-old son. He carried Caleb away from the door after closing it tightly and then he put Caleb down again. "Heh...okay uhm...mummy's busy right now..."
"What's she doing?" Caleb asked, slightly worried.
"She's...relaxing." Which was true enough. "Why don't you get started on your homework and I can look it over later?"
Caleb nodded. "Okay!" And he turned and bounced down the stairs again while Peter took a deep breath and he let himself back in to the room. Aly was now gazing at the door with a distinctly frustrated look on her face.
"Sorry!" Peter said, leaning up against the door. "The door locks, you know! Or you could put...I dunno..a rubber band on the door to let me know you're all...busy. You want me to leave you two alone?"
"No." Aly groaned and she held up the vibrator. "This damn thing isn't working! It's broken." She flipped the switch and the vibrator whirred to life, not broken in the least. Aly shook it in Peter's direction anyway. "Damn thing."
"Urgh. Don't...flop that thing at me!" Peter said, his voice slightly squeaky. Aly looked at Peter and she sort of visibly deflated. Peter's face took on a look of concern almost at once. "Aly...what's wrong?"
"I'm so goddamned hormonal. And I keep trying to take care of it with this shiny, fake purple cock what whirs, but it's not working even though I've been at it for like...45 minutes!"
Peter tried very, very hard not to look incredibly interested in what she'd just said. It was a battle to keep the sympathetic look on his face. "That's...long."
"I know. And it's fucking annoying! I just needed something! I'm pregnant and I'm fucking horny and I just can't...get there. It's not you."
Peter looked incredibly surprised and he blinked several times before replying with an unsophisticated, "wha?!"
"I can't get there, because it's not you." Aly said again, gently. "I didn't...with Dietrich..."
"Aauughghhhhlalalalano." Peter shook his head and his hands about rapidly so it appeared sort of like he was having some sort of attack. He didn't want to hear about her sleeping with his friend while he happened to be conveniently dead.
"Peter...every night we get ready for bed and you kiss me and you say goodnight and then you turn off the light and there's...nothing. And I just...I keep wondering how long what I did will keep me from you."
"Oh, Aly...it's...it's not." Peter finally slid on to the bed beside his wife and he placed his hand on her hip. His thumb gently caressed her skin and that sent a shiver down her spine because it was Peter and he was touching her in ways he hadn't in a very long time and she just wanted more. "I was just...I was trying to...okay you were with...Dietrich, and he's like...an animal. Which is odd because he's a vet. Uhm, anyway, then there's me. Who is this....ex-priest who had the brain cancer and we haven't been together since July for some reason or another and what if...what if it's not good and you decide you like animal sex and you go off with fucking Dr. Doolittle and I'm just...here under piles of children, which would make me happy but not happy, you know?"
Aly took a deep breath after Peter was done rambling his brains out. "Uhm...I think I do. Peter. Like I was trying to say before, I didn't even....with Dietrich. I didn't have an orgasm even though I wanted one. Or several. I was uhm...faking it."
Peter actually had to cover his mouth because he couldn't help the smile on his face, but he didn't think Aly needed to see the fact that he was pleased she hadn't had an orgasm at a time when she probably could have used a little relief. "I'm such a dick right now, but I can't stop smiling..."
Aly gave him an amused look. "It's okay, Peter. I like your smile."
Peter let his hand fall away. "So you haven't even...I mean not since...July?"
Aly frowned and she shook her head. "I'm goin' mad, Peter. And you are doing that overthinking thing."
"I know...believe me, I've been overthinking about it a lot. I'm sorry...it's silly. I know it's silly to be acting the way I am. I blame testosterone."
"Well I blame me. So...I suppose it's refreshing that you do not."
Peter shook his head and he moved his hand to cup her cheek. "No, Beautiful. I don't."
Aly let her eyes flutter closed and she smiled. "Peter...would you like me to show you that you are the only one who can please me?"
Peter suddenly found it very hard to breathe, so he just nodded in an extremely enthusiastic fashion. Aly laughed and Peter managed to say, "Yes, yes, yes I would like that to happen! I love you, Aly."
"I love you too, Darling. Kiss me. Here." She removed her shirt, which caused an instant reaction in Peter and she pointed to the spot right above her left breast. Peter complied, slowly leaning her back against the mattress and Aly let out a breath of relief as she once again enjoyed the feeling of her husband's lips against her skin. It had been far too long.
"Tea!" Peter said, his voice desperate. "Everything's changed! I look in here and there's all these fancy new things! Like...that!" He said, pointing at one. "What in the world is a Salad Shooter!? Why would anyone want to shoot salad? It's relatively stationary and unobtrusive!" He hoped that stuff hadn't always been there and he just remembered wrong. That would mean more brain tumour damage and he did not want that.
Caleb laughed. "Mum rearranged it all and she bought all new things when you were all..." Caleb made the graphic, gurgling, stereotypical boy-noise for 'dead'.
"That's...nice..."
"Yeah...she went sort of crazy." Caleb said, leaning against the counter.
"Which is understandable." Peter said, giving Caleb's shoulder a soft squeeze. "I don't suppose you know where she moved the tea to, do you?"
Caleb shook his head. "Nah, tea's gross. Why do you drink leaves, Daddy?"
Peter snorted. "Those leaves are quite surprisingly relaxing. Do you need anything, Caleb?" Peter tried to be as casual as possible about asking, but as Caleb was diabetic, the question was hardly casual.
"No. I was just following you around!"
Peter grinned. "Well, there are certainly not many people I'd rather have follow me around more, Caleb. I'm going to go find your mother before I go in to leaf deprivation. Would you like to follow me there as well?"
"Yeah!" Caleb said, one arm in the air, triumphant. "It'll be like a quest! For tea!"
"A noble quest indeed." Peter said, guiding Caleb towards the stairs with a ruffled of the boy's hair.
They made their way up the stairs side by side, but Peter moved to go in to the bedroom first. And it was quite lucky he did because he found Aly on the bed, doing something with a vibrator no child should have to see their mother doing. "Whoa! Okay!" Peter turned quickly and he picked Caleb up, no small feat for a man who got tired just holding his 6-month-old son. He carried Caleb away from the door after closing it tightly and then he put Caleb down again. "Heh...okay uhm...mummy's busy right now..."
"What's she doing?" Caleb asked, slightly worried.
"She's...relaxing." Which was true enough. "Why don't you get started on your homework and I can look it over later?"
Caleb nodded. "Okay!" And he turned and bounced down the stairs again while Peter took a deep breath and he let himself back in to the room. Aly was now gazing at the door with a distinctly frustrated look on her face.
"Sorry!" Peter said, leaning up against the door. "The door locks, you know! Or you could put...I dunno..a rubber band on the door to let me know you're all...busy. You want me to leave you two alone?"
"No." Aly groaned and she held up the vibrator. "This damn thing isn't working! It's broken." She flipped the switch and the vibrator whirred to life, not broken in the least. Aly shook it in Peter's direction anyway. "Damn thing."
"Urgh. Don't...flop that thing at me!" Peter said, his voice slightly squeaky. Aly looked at Peter and she sort of visibly deflated. Peter's face took on a look of concern almost at once. "Aly...what's wrong?"
"I'm so goddamned hormonal. And I keep trying to take care of it with this shiny, fake purple cock what whirs, but it's not working even though I've been at it for like...45 minutes!"
Peter tried very, very hard not to look incredibly interested in what she'd just said. It was a battle to keep the sympathetic look on his face. "That's...long."
"I know. And it's fucking annoying! I just needed something! I'm pregnant and I'm fucking horny and I just can't...get there. It's not you."
Peter looked incredibly surprised and he blinked several times before replying with an unsophisticated, "wha?!"
"I can't get there, because it's not you." Aly said again, gently. "I didn't...with Dietrich..."
"Aauughghhhhlalalalano." Peter shook his head and his hands about rapidly so it appeared sort of like he was having some sort of attack. He didn't want to hear about her sleeping with his friend while he happened to be conveniently dead.
"Peter...every night we get ready for bed and you kiss me and you say goodnight and then you turn off the light and there's...nothing. And I just...I keep wondering how long what I did will keep me from you."
"Oh, Aly...it's...it's not." Peter finally slid on to the bed beside his wife and he placed his hand on her hip. His thumb gently caressed her skin and that sent a shiver down her spine because it was Peter and he was touching her in ways he hadn't in a very long time and she just wanted more. "I was just...I was trying to...okay you were with...Dietrich, and he's like...an animal. Which is odd because he's a vet. Uhm, anyway, then there's me. Who is this....ex-priest who had the brain cancer and we haven't been together since July for some reason or another and what if...what if it's not good and you decide you like animal sex and you go off with fucking Dr. Doolittle and I'm just...here under piles of children, which would make me happy but not happy, you know?"
Aly took a deep breath after Peter was done rambling his brains out. "Uhm...I think I do. Peter. Like I was trying to say before, I didn't even....with Dietrich. I didn't have an orgasm even though I wanted one. Or several. I was uhm...faking it."
Peter actually had to cover his mouth because he couldn't help the smile on his face, but he didn't think Aly needed to see the fact that he was pleased she hadn't had an orgasm at a time when she probably could have used a little relief. "I'm such a dick right now, but I can't stop smiling..."
Aly gave him an amused look. "It's okay, Peter. I like your smile."
Peter let his hand fall away. "So you haven't even...I mean not since...July?"
Aly frowned and she shook her head. "I'm goin' mad, Peter. And you are doing that overthinking thing."
"I know...believe me, I've been overthinking about it a lot. I'm sorry...it's silly. I know it's silly to be acting the way I am. I blame testosterone."
"Well I blame me. So...I suppose it's refreshing that you do not."
Peter shook his head and he moved his hand to cup her cheek. "No, Beautiful. I don't."
Aly let her eyes flutter closed and she smiled. "Peter...would you like me to show you that you are the only one who can please me?"
Peter suddenly found it very hard to breathe, so he just nodded in an extremely enthusiastic fashion. Aly laughed and Peter managed to say, "Yes, yes, yes I would like that to happen! I love you, Aly."
"I love you too, Darling. Kiss me. Here." She removed her shirt, which caused an instant reaction in Peter and she pointed to the spot right above her left breast. Peter complied, slowly leaning her back against the mattress and Aly let out a breath of relief as she once again enjoyed the feeling of her husband's lips against her skin. It had been far too long.
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