29 year old Sarah Collins is still hurting over something that happened almost 4 years ago.
When David Morris, the person she blames for it all shows up back in her life, she is forced to try and forgive and move on.
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I wake up to a kiss on my stomach.
"What are you doing?" I ask James groggily.
"Just kissing your belly." He responds with a toothy grin.
"Well, I figured as much." I say wiping sleep from my eyes, "but why are you doing it?"
"I've been thinking..." he says while rubbing my flat stomach.
"Uh, oh." I interrupt. "Don't hurt yourself." I tease.
We reposition so that we are laying on our sides facing each other. "I think we're ready to start that family we always talked about."
I scrunch my eyebrows, confused. "That's a big decision. We aren't even married yet."
"I don't care." He says softly while he tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear. "I have loved you for 8 years. We would be married by now if you weren't so stubborn. Plus, we'll be married soon."
I didn't have to think about it. I knew that James and I would be wonderful parents. Having children was something I wanted forever.
"Okay," I smile widely at him, "let's start trying."
"Right now?!" He asks excitedly. He kisses me softly, but doesn't pull away. Instead, our kiss becomes deeper, more emotional, and filled with passion. "I love you so much, Sarah."
I smile back at him. "I love you too."
Again, his lips meet mine and we are overtaken by our emotions and love for each other. This kiss was not only out of pleasure, but as a way to communicate what words cannot say.
I push him over on his back and sit up to straddle him, never breaking our kiss. I don't have a lot of control when it comes to him.
His tongue slips into my mouth meeting mine as we continue this earth shattering, passionate, provoking kiss.
I can feel him harden underneath me and I can't control myself when I start rubbing him against me. A deep moan escaping my mouth.
That one moan fueled the beginning of the most intense love making we have ever had.
Our kisses were never empty. Our movements were always filled with love. The admiration in his eyes as he watched me reach my euphoria is forever ingrained in my memory. I'll never forget the look on his face when he'd come undone because of me.
I am woken up from my dream when I hear JJ calling for me.
I look at my phone. 6:30 am. What's sleeping in again?
I grab the monitor from my bedside table and check on him. He is standing up in his crib waiting for me.
I look up at my ceiling and take a deep breath. I just wanted to go back to that dream just a little longer. That dream, was not just something I hoped for, it was a memory. I needed dreams like that, they remind me of him and how much I love him.
