TITLE    : Friends with Benefits Ch. 03
STORYID  : friends-with-benefits-ch-03-6
SUMMARY  : Becca makes a decision.
AUTHOR   : JayCuck@lit
DATE     : 2014-06-06
CATEGORY : interracial-erotic-stories
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |hotwife|cuckold|interracial|


<em>Hi folks. Thank you for reading this chapter of Friends with Benefits.</em> 



<em>I've enjoyed writing it and I hope you enjoy reading it. I've deliberately increased the tension and conflict in this story. I don't think the storyline and characters support a calm relationship any longer.</em> 



<em>I know some folks feel that the Military hasn't been shown in a good light during this series. I disagree and will just say that it's not intentional. Having served in the military, I hold any and all military members or former members, in the highest regard.</em> 



<em>Feel free to reach out and let me know what you think of this chapter. I read and review all feedback on Literotica and I try and return any emails I receive.</em> 



<em>Thanks again.</em> 



<em>Troll Alert: You probably won't like this story. Save your righteous indignation for another category.</em> 



***** 



"Was that really necessary?" Becca asked her boyfriend. 



DeShawn looked up from his phone and cocked his head at her. "What do you mean?" 



"Hang on, I'm going to go change. I can't believe I wore this and let you take a picture of me wearing it." She shook her head and walked into his bedroom. A few minutes later, she came out in shorts and a tank top. 



"Becca." DeShawn started as soon as she came back in the room. "What the heck to you want from me? We talked about this remember? You said you wanted me to be more dominant and you also said John would enjoy it." 



"I know I did DeShawn." Becca replied. 



"Well, now it seems like you've changed your mind and I could tell John was a mess, when we left. You said he'd enjoy this, get off on it, and thank me for it later." DeShawn took a sip of his beer, before he continued. "John didn't look like he was going to thank me Becca." 



"DeShawn, I enjoyed you being dominant. I can't explain it, and given my history, I shouldn't like it, but I do baby. I love it when you take control. I love it when you dominate me. The sex we had tonight was so amazing, I almost passed out." 



"Fine Becca, but it's not just you." DeShawn said softly. "John's here as well and he didn't like it. John didn't like us holding hands today and he didn't like the way I treated you two tonight." 



"DeShawn, John liked most of it. I'm sure of it. I know he masturbated after we left, so yes, John likes it." Becca said heatedly. "I think John's problem is that it's one thing to fantasize about it, but it's another thing to actually live it, and that's what he's dealing with right now." 



"We should have discussed it with John, Becca." DeShawn put his beer down hard on his table. "I should have talked with John about it, man to man." 



"We'll talk to John tomorrow, DeShawn. Ok?" Becca sat on his lap and put her arms around his shoulders. "Tonight, he'll have visions of me playing hostess for several black men and he'll probably blister his cock, jacking off." 



DeShawn laughed a little. "That's not nice Becca." 



"Yea well. John likes our relationship and thinking of me with you, really turns him on. He'll just have to deal with it." 



Becca's breasts pushed against DeShawn's chest pleasurably and his hands caressed her back. She leaned down and kissed him softly. Their kiss soon turned passionate and DeShawn stood up and carried Becca into his bedroom. 



As he laid her on the bed, she looked up at him. "Are your friends really coming over?" 



"No." He laughed. "That was just for your husband's benefit. My friends are across the dang state and Marcus has already headed back there." DeShawn's expression grew serious. "I would never share you Becca. If you were mine, I wouldn't let another man near you." 



Becca laughed as well. "Good." She pulled DeShawn down on top of her. "I'm yours tonight DeShawn. All yours." 



"I want you for more than just a night Becca." DeShawn said meaningfully. "I'm serious." 



"I know baby." Becca replied. "Tomorrow. We'll talk about it more tomorrow. Tonight, I just want to get fucked." 



DeShawn laughed and pulled off his clothes. 



* * * 



The cell phone buzzed. And buzzed. And buzzed. Finally it stopped. 



<em>Thank god, maybe Becca will get the hint</em>, John thought angrily. 



<em>Buzz. Buzzzz. Buzzz</em>. The phone buzzed again, angrier now, more urgent. 



John cursed silently, reach over and picked up the phone. "What!" 



"John?" 



<em>Shit. Not Becca.</em> 



"Yea. Sorry. This is John." 



"Hi, John. It's Captain Mahoney. I apologize for calling you so early in the morning. I know you're on the east coast, but it's still 4:30 in the morning out there. 



John sat up and ran his fingers through hair, Captain Mahoney was the Commanding Officer of the Air Traffic Control Squadron. John and Becca had different jobs in the Air Force, but they were in the same squadron and John's boss's, boss, reported to Captain Mahoney. Becca had a different reporting chain of command, but it ended at the same person as John's, the squadron commander. The squadron commander was Captain Mahoney's boss. 



The bottom line? 



Whatever Captain Mahoney was calling about, only affected John, not Becca. It was also important, because Captain's didn't call junior enlisted members, on vacation, ever. They went through the chain of command, which meant John's boss should have been making this call. It's a military thing. An important military thing. 



"It's all right sir. I'm up now. What can I do for you?" 



"John we're in a tight spot. Did you know about a party that was being held this week?" 



"Only rumors Captain. It was supposed to be really big and everyone was invited. The rumor mill always had the location changing, the amount of people going kept growing and there was supposed to be some crazy entertainment, but no one knew any specifics." John took a breath. "Since Becca and I were going to be on vacation, I honestly didn't pay much attention sir." 



"Well, the party turned out to be real and it got out of hand. It was held off base last night and the cops got called to investigate it. Initial reports are that someone spiked people's drinks with ecstasy, there was some cocaine and marijuana found at the party and several dumbasses tried to drive home. Of course, they got stopped and received DUI's." 



John's mouth dropped open as the captain recited all the things that had been reported so far. "Holy Shit sir." John replied after the captain finished. "Wow. Holy Shit. What does this have to do with me captain?" 



"John, we lost over 18 controllers last night, three received DUI's and they're still at the police station. The remaining fifteen are not allowed to speak to aircraft, until they've had blood and urine tests done by the Flight Surgeon's office. I don't have enough air traffic controllers to man the facility, not even on a skeleton crew, so I'm calling you because I need you back. Yesterday." 



"I see sir." 



"The wing commander has given us 24 hours to get our situation squared away, but that's it. We can't have our airfield completely shut down any longer than 24 hours John. We're the busiest airfield in the Air Force and shutting down flying operations isn't an option." 



"I understand Captain. Ummmmm, shit. Well, let me call the airlines and see what I can do to switch my ticket. I-." 



"It's already done John." The captain interrupted. "The squadron commander called the airlines today and had your ticket switched. I'm honestly not sure how he did it, or what strings he pulled, or who he talked to, but there is a new ticket waiting for you at the airport." 



"Sir, I may need more than one ticket." John said slowly. 



"Of course, John. You're with your family." The captain swore under his breath. It was further proof that the situation was serious. The captain never swore, never cursed, and never even raised his voice. "Just use your Air Force credit card and I'll clear it with the squadron commander. When you get back, we'll file your travel expense report together and everything will be taken care of, I promise." 



John sighed. "Yes sir. What time do I leave?" 



"You're flight leaves at 7:00 am John." The captain said quietly. "I know that's not a lot of time, but the situation is that urgent." 



"No worries sir. I'll be there." 



"Thanks John. Listen, here's a point of contact at the airline. Call this person and let them know how many tickets you need, I assume three, but you let them know and they'll make sure there's a seat for you. Call them now John." 



"Yes sir." 



"Good man. Call me when you land in San Antonio." The captain instructed. "I'll need to give the squadron commander an update. Now I have to call four other people and deliver the same message. Safe travels John." 



"Thank you captain." 



John set his phone down and stared off into space for a long moment. The military wasn't a democracy and he didn't mind so much that his vacation was getting cut short. It was a serious situation and his unit needed him. It was Bethany that John's heart went out too, because this was her first time to visit Disney World and it looked like it was getting cut short. 



<em>Becca. I need to reach Becca.</em> 



John called her cell and it went straight to voicemail. <em>Fuck! Becca, dammit</em>! He cursed angrily, because it was either turned off or the battery was dead, either way, there was no way to tell when Becca would get his message. 



"Becca! Call me. It's urgent." 



He terminated the call and then called the airline point of contact, the captain had provided to him. Surprisingly, there was no computer, no preamble message, no wait time. An individual. A live individual answered the telephone. 



"Hi. My name is John and I'm with the USAF." He paused. "Captain Mahoney asked me to call you." 



"Yes sir. I have your information and the information of the people traveling with you. How many return tickets do you need?" 



"Uhhh. Good question." John made a snap decision. "I need two for sure. I may need another one, but I don't know until later." 



"No problem. What's the name of the person you need a ticket for, Bethany or Becca?" 



"Bethany." 



"Ok. You're all set. I've switched your return tickets and your new tickets will be waiting for you at the counter. I've upgraded you at no cost, so you'll be able to board right away." 



"Thank you." 



John set the phone down and used the rest room. He called Becca again. He knew the chances she'd answer were less than 1%, but he wanted to keep her updated, even if it was through voicemail. 



"Becca. I'm flying back today. I'm also taking Bethany with me, unless I hear from you. Call me when you get this message. My flight leaves at 7:00, so I am packing now and I'll be leaving for the airport within 30 minutes." 



John set the phone down, but only after he turned up the volume on the ringer. He didn't want to miss Becca's call, if she called him, it was early enough that he wasn't entirely sure, she was even up yet. It wasn't likely. John shook his head and focused on the task at hand, he didn't have time to think about his wife right now. He sure as hell didn't want to reflect on that last thought either. 



<em>Packed! I need to get packed. I should separate Becca's crap and leave it in the room.</em> He took a deep, calming breath. <em>OK, get a grip. Plan on Becca staying in Florida. You'll leave with Bethany and head back to Texas. If Becca calls, great, if not, you've got a plan</em>. 



Separating Becca's stuff took the longest, because Bethany's clothes were never really unpacked. It was easier to keep everything in the suitcase and just take out a new outfit each day. John was ready to go within 20 minutes. 



Still no call back from Becca. 



"Hey baby-girl." John said quietly. He shook Bethany gently and after a minute, she opened her eyes. A smiled grew on her face, as she looked up at her dad. John never got enough of looking at his beautiful daughter. 



"Daddy." Bethany sat up and hugged John tightly. "I gotta go pee, daddy." 



"Ok baby." 



Bethany insisted on doing it herself, of course, which was fine, because she'd already mastered using the restroom. It was a new enough skill though, that she was still proud of it. John gave her another hug when she finished and washed her hands. 



"Bethany. Something bad happened at work and daddy needs to go back home. OK?" 



"Did someone get an owie?" 



John chuckled, because it was Bethany's way of describing everything bad or painful. He nodded at his little girl. "Yes. A bunch of people got owie's at daddy's work and now I have to go back, otherwise there won't be anyone there to talk to the planes." 



"Ok daddy." Bethany smiled up at her father. "Will I get to see Mickie and Minnie again?" 



John knelt down and hugged Bethany. "Yes baby. I promise. We'll come back really soon and see Mickie and Minnie." 



"Yayyy!" Bethany smiled widely and grabbed her new favorite stuffed animal. Actually she had several new favorite stuffed animals, but John had left Donald Duck out and that's the one she held. 



"Read to go tiger?" John asked. 



Bethany nodded, but looked around. "Where's mommy?" 



"Mommy is visiting friends right now baby, remember Mr. DeShawn? Well, that's who mommy's visiting. You and daddy are going home today and mommy may stay here. Is that ok?" 



"Yea." Bethany said slowly. "I miss mommy." 



"Me too pumpkin." 



John left it at that and he held Bethany's hand and pulled his suitcase towards his rental car. Outwardly bright and happy, John was a jumble of emotions inside. The situation back at the base, must really be bad, because it was unusual to pull individuals off of their vacation leave. The stress and tension in the captain's voice was completely out of character for the man and John suspected there was a lot more to the situation than the captain told him. 



<em>No surprise there, junior enlisted people are the last folks to know anything.</em> 



Military Air Traffic Controllers were carefully monitored, like their civilian counterparts, and they were forbidden from taking any medication that could potentially impact their ability to separate aircraft. Aside from over the counter Tylenol and Motrin, ATC controllers weren't allowed to take any medications and ATC controllers also saw Flight Surgeons, not regular doctors, so they were handled differently by the medical community as well. They were also required to get at least 10 hours of rest in between shifts. 



Prison was a distinct possibility if an aircraft crashed and a blood or urine test revealed the controller on duty was impaired in any way. It was serious stuff. If John's friends had consumed drinks spiked with drugs, the shit was hitting the proverbial fan. They were...in a word...fucked! All of this passed through John's head as he drove to the airport. 



The airport was surprisingly empty, when John arrived and checked in, the security check was routine and they sailed through it. One of the TSA agents handed Bethany a sucker, which made her day, John would have preferred to avoid the sugar, but Bethany's smile was so cute, he didn't object. Fortunately, there was a food court and John was able to replace the pure-sugar sucker for something marginally better for Bethany. John left another message for Becca. 



<em>Still no call from Becca</em>, he thought. <em>It's only 6:00 am John. You wouldn't be awake, if you hadn't received the call.</em> 



Bethany saw more toys and stuffed animals in a gift shop and she pulled John over. Despite his objections, Bethany was able to add a few t-shirts, a snow globe and a Goofy hat to her souvenir collection. John smiled as he swiped the Air Force credit card. 



<em>Maybe the captain will approve it, if not, I'll pay for it myself.</em> 



The boarding process started, and since he had Bethany, he was one of the first to board. It also looked like the airline gave him priority boarding access. He checked his phone for the millionth time, nothing. No call, no text. Nada. John left another message for Becca, before they started boarding. 



John got Bethany situated and turned off his phone. He left Becca another message though, before he turned it off. He could have left it on, the airlines allowed that nowadays, but he had a long day of travel and he didn't want the battery to die while he was driving through west Texas. 



* * * 



Becca stirred and stretched in bed, her body was warm and sore in all the right places. A soft, smile crossed her face as she came awake slowly and eventually opened her eyes, she was facing away from DeShawn, but she could feel the warm from his body. Her cell phone lay on the night stand and she remembered setting the alarm. 



<em>I must be up early</em>, she thought. <em>That's surprising. Especially since DeShawn and I fucked almost all night.</em> 



She fumbled it a little, but eventually Becca was able to pick up her cell phone. She pushed the buttons, but the screen stayed blank and it took several more tries, before she realized the battery was dead. 



<em>God, I always do that. Fuck. I hope it's not too late.</em> 



Becca rolled over and intended to get up, but when she saw DeShawn lying next to her, his body partially covered by the sheets, she stopped and stared. His muscular body was amazing, and his chest and abs literally made her drool. DeShawn had the body of a fitness model and the gorgeous face of an actor and his other parts were, well they were big enough for movies as well. A nasty smile crossed her face and Becca slid her hand under the sheet. 



<em>Hmmmm. I LOVE the morning</em>! She thought happily. 



Her head followed her hand and Becca slipped under the sheet and took DeShawn into her mouth. He was almost fully hard and after a few seconds, his cock felt like warm, hard granite. It tasted amazing and something blew up inside Becca, she thrust her mouth hungrily on DeShawn's cock. Becca was singularly focused on blowing DeShawn's mind and making his cock explode in her mouth, the way it had done all last night in her pussy. 



A groan echoed through the room and DeShawn's hips thrust upward, pushing his shaft deeper in Becca's mouth and throat. Becca felt pressure on her head, forcing it down, and she knew DeShawn had his hand on the back of her head. A moan of pleasure, of submission, burst out of her mouth and around his cock, she loved this, needed this from DeShawn, and he was happy to be dominant with her. 



"That's it, suck it!" DeShawn's voice was dripping with lust. "God, here I cum." 



His hand held her head down and his cock exploded in her mouth. Becca experienced a mild orgasm, as she swallowed DeShawn's creamy cum, savoring the taste, the texture and the overwhelming pleasure of bringing her man pleasure. Becca rested her head against DeShawn's well-defined and rock hard abs, when he finished and she felt safe, happy and completely confused at her situation. 



"Hey you." DeShawn said softly, as he lifted the sheet. 



"Hmmm. Good morning." Becca murmured. 



"Thank you. You didn't have to do that for me." 



"You're welcome and please stop thanking me. I love doing that for you DeShawn." 



"Yes Ma'am." DeShawn replied and pulled Becca up next to him. "I really like waking up next to you honey." 



Becca snuggled against DeShawn's body. It wasn't lost on her that he called her 'honey', because it was the first time he'd used a term of endearment, rather than her name. It was soft and intimate and it was also completely new for both of them.  



"I like everything about sharing a bed with you Becca." DeShawn kissed her head softly. "I want to share more than just a bed though Becca, I want to share everything with you. I want to share my life with you Becca." 



Becca didn't respond. She didn't know what to say or how to react, so she settled for simply nodding and she pulled DeShawn's arm tighter around her. They were spooning and Becca had her back to his chest and she wrapped herself in his arms. 

<hr pg="2" />"You don't want to talk about it, do you?" 



"DeShawn, I don't know what to say or how to begin. I'm not even sure what we're talking about anymore." Becca sniffed softly and wiped her eyes. "What are you saying DeShawn?" 



Her lover was silent for a full minute, before he tightened his arms around Becca, and whispered into her ear. "Becca. I want you to choose me. I want you to bring Bethany and move to Florida, so we can be together. If you can't get to Florida, then I'll take a training slot in Texas. Either way, I want us to be together, a real family. John is a nice guy, but he's not right for you Becca and we both know it." 



"DeShawn-." 



"Stop. Don't say anything right now Becca. Just think about it. I'm completely serious. Please just spend the night with me this week and let's continue to talk about it." DeShawn kissed her cheek softly. "I'll adopt or re-adopt Bethany, I never should have let her go in the first place. I want both of you in my life, permanently." 



Tears had formed in Becca's eyes when DeShawn started and she was openly crying when he finished. The tone of his voice was serious and beautiful and it touched Becca deeply, her emotions were completely jumbled, torn and shredded. DeShawn was gorgeous, handsome and everything she was attracted to in a man. John was also good-looking, patient, loving and an amazing father to their daughter. Becca didn't know what to do, didn't know what to say and wasn't sure what the right decision was in this case. 



"C'mon." DeShawn pulled her gently. "Let's take a shower." 



Becca resisted, but only for a moment, and then let her gorgeous, naked lover pull her into the shower. DeShawn insisted on washing her body and he ran the sponge slowly over her naked, wet skin. The experience was delicious on several levels, it was intimate and erotic and Becca felt herself sink into the moment. DeShawn's muscled body moved against hers as he washed her and, once again, she felt herself loving the contrast in their skin tones. Her attraction to black men ran deep within her and DeShawn was everything she always wanted in a man. The fact that he was black, was simply icing on an extremely delicious beefcake. 



Once her body was washed, Becca did her hair, because she didn't trust DeShawn to do it right. Yes, it was just washing it, but he was still a guy, a gorgeous, sexy guy, but still a guy, and she knew he wouldn't do it right. She offered to wash his body, but he shook his head. 



"If you do that Becca, we'll end up back in bed." He flashed his sexy smile at her. "Besides, I want to take you out tonight and you'll need all your energy." 



"Hmmm." Becca purred. "Is that right?" 



"Yes." He kissed her passionately. "It is." 



They finished in the shower, without attacking each other, and got dressed. Becca had brought a few things over and DeShawn had also bought her some clothes, in preparation for her visit. Becca looked at her boyfriend curiously. 



"How did you know my size?" 



Embarrassment washed over DeShawn and he ducked his head. "I might have noticed when we were together last time." 



"Is that right?" Becca laughed. "Well who bought the clothes then?" 



"A friend." DeShawn replied and then saw Becca's look, and added quickly. "Just a friend, Becca. Honestly, nothing has ever happened between us, and she's actually married to a good friend of mine, so nothing will ever happen between us. I just needed help and she offered." 



"Well, you're lucky, because I like her taste in clothes." Becca replied with a smile. "Nice brands too." 



"Cool. I gave her a budget and your sizes and let her spend it anyway she wanted." 



"Wow. That's pretty smart, Mister." 



"I'd do the same for you Becca." DeShawn said softly. "I'd love to have someone to spoil. I've been single for a while, so aside from my car, I usually just save and invest my money." He held up a hand. "Don't get me wrong, I'm not rich, but I do surprisingly well." 



"Hmmm. Are you trying to sell me something?" 



DeShawn walked over and took her into his arms. "Yes." He looked deeply into her eyes. "Becca, I'm trying to sell you a different life. One you share with me. I want you to know that it's not just sex for me. I want a woman to share my life, a woman who will build a family with me and someone who will sit with me on a porch swing and watch our grandchildren play. So yes, I'm selling you something Becca. I just hope you'll invest in me, in us, I promise you won't regret it." 



"DeShawn, I-." Becca dropped her head for a moment. "I don't know what to say. You know I'm attracted to you and what we have together is amazing, but I'm not sure I'm ready to leave my husband." 



"Not sure?" DeShawn smiled. "Well, at least you're thinking about it." 



"I am DeShawn." 



"That's all I want Becca." He hugged her tightly. "I'll make you happy Becca." 



She smiled at her lover. "I know you will DeShawn." 



"I'm not done impressing you Becca." DeShawn replied with a quirky smile. "I'm going to make you breakfast. I can cook too." 



"You can cook?" Becca asked in mock surprise. "Well in that case, I'm all yours!" 



They both laughed and DeShawn started to leave the bathroom. 



"DeShawn? Do you have an extra phone charger? My phone is dead." 



"Yea. I have an extra. Let me get it for you." 



DeShawn returned a few minutes later and handed her the phone charger. "Here you go." 



"Thanks handsome." She smiled at her lover and took the charger. "What time is it anyway?" 



He flicked his eyes at his watch. "It's 10:00 a.m." 



"What?" Becca asked surprised. "Shit! John is going to be pissed. My god, I can't believe I slept in so late." 



"Becca relax." DeShawn said in a calm voice. "We'll skip breakfast and head right to the hotel. We'll talk to John and explain everything and it'll give me a chance to apologize. Besides, he may even be in one of the parks already. I'll give him a call. You get ready." 



DeShawn left to call John and Becca looked at her reflection in the mirror. 



"Ok. God, he's going to be upset." 



* * * 



John glanced over at Bethany and a gentle smile grew on his face. His daughter was sleeping soundly, holding her Shamoo doll tightly, and using it as a pillow. Donald Duck was in her carry-on. Poor Donald didn't stand a chance after she saw the big Shamoo doll. Bethany had a little trouble with her ears as they climbed to cruising altitude, but they cleared eventually and she dropped off to sleep. She insisted on the window seat, even though she didn't see much before she fell asleep and that left John in the uncomfortable center seat, but he didn't care. 



<em>She's so beautiful,</em> John thought. 



"You have a beautiful daughter." A cool, sultry voice washed over him. 



John looked over at the lady seated in the aisle seat. He'd deliberately avoided looking at her, because she was gorgeous. A petite brunette, just a little younger than John, wearing a Disney World t-shirt that showed off her impressive curves and left little to the imagination. 



"Thank you." He replied sincerely. 



She smiled at him. "Is San Antonio home for you two?" 



"Uh. No. Actually we're about 150 miles west. It's a little town called Del Rio." 



The lady laughed. "I know it. You're right, it is a little town." 



"How do you know Del Rio?" 



"The Rodeo. Del Rio has one of the biggest rodeos on the circuit. It's called Dale Gas and it's a big deal." She smiled at John. "I'm Renee, by the way." 



"John." They shook hands. "I remember the signs for that Rodeo, but I've never been." 



"It's fun." Renee replied. "My ex-boyfriend was a bull rider, and a jerk, but it was the bull riding that took us to Del Rio." 



"Ahhh. I see." 



They both looked at each other for a moment longer, before she blushed slightly and turned back to her IPad. John sensed that she wanted to continue talking, but he had no idea what to say. He pushed his own nose back into his magazine and tried to stop thinking about Renee. It was hard, because of his situation with Becca. He checked his watch. 



<em>Another two hours. I'll turn my phone on, once we get on the road home.</em> 



* * * 



DeShawn looked over at Becca. "Still no answer." 



"Shit!" Becca said softly. "DeShawn it's not like John not to answer his phone." 



"It's ok Becca. I'm sure he's just with Bethany and they're having fun." 



DeShawn reached over and grasped Becca's hand softly. He was driving them back to their hotel, with the convertible top down, and he loved the way Becca's hair blew in the wind. 



<em>I'm sorry about the way I treated John yesterday, but I'm not sorry about being late today. Becca is so easy to be with and she's so fucking amazing. John's a great guy, but I want Becca, she belongs with me. All's fair in love and war and I'm better than John at both.</em> 



Becca slid quickly out of the car, when they arrived, and she hurried down the sidewalk. DeShawn caught up with her easily and took her hand in his and Becca smiled at him and squeezed his hand. They walked together, up to John and Becca's hotel room. 



"Oh my god." Becca replied softly, when she let herself into the room. "John's gone." 



DeShawn checked each room. "Yea, he's definitely taken his stuff and Bethany's stuff. All of your stuff is still here, but the rest is gone." 



Becca sat down on the couch and started sobbing. "I can't believe he left me here." 



"Shhhh." DeShawn held her softly. "It's ok. We'll find a way to work it out Becca. I promise." He rubbed her arms softly and kissed her head. "Why don't you check out of the hotel, save yourself some money, and come stay with me." 



"No. What if John comes back?" 



"Becca, honey. John's not coming back. I don't know where he is, but he didn't take all of his stuff, just to come back later." He pulled Becca onto his lap. "Come stay with me. You'll be safe and we can look for John together." 



Becca nodded against DeShawn's chest, as tears continued to stream down her face. "I can't believe he left me." She whispered. 



DeShawn eventually laid Becca down on the couch and he packed her belongings. It didn't take very long and DeShawn smiled privately at all the lingerie and thong underwear that Becca packed. 



<em>I can't wait to see her wear this stuff.</em> 



It took some convincing, but Becca finally agreed to check out of the hotel. DeShawn carried her stuff to his car and they drove back to his condo. It was a quiet ride, but Becca held his hand firmly. DeShawn wasn't sure if she needed reassurance or just wanted to be close to him, but he'd figure it out later. The bottom line, was that Becca was staying with him, while they looked for John. 



"How's your phone?" 



Becca shrugged. "It's at your condo. It was completely dead when we left, so I thought I'd let it charge. I didn't expect to need it today." 



"That makes sense." He gave her a wide smile. "I'll bet you have messages from John waiting for you Becca." 



"I hope so." She turned in her seat and faced DeShawn. "I just can't believe he'd leave and take Bethany. We've been planning this trip for months." 



"It's not like John, that's for sure. At least the John I know." 



"It was the other night DeShawn, I'm sure of it. We pushed him too hard." Becca shook her head. "I know he likes watching me, but I honestly thought he'd enjoy all of it." 



"He didn't Becca." DeShawn said shortly. "I wish I had talked to him first or afterwards. We should have spent some time with him and explained everything." He paused and blew out a big breath. "Now, I don't think that's why he left, but it's something we need to make sure we talk to him about." 



"I agree." Becca's hand ran over DeShawns shoulder and arms. "Thank you DeShawn, for helping me. I would have panicked if you hadn't been there." 



"Becca, you're welcome." DeShawn said sincerely. "I'll always be there for you." 



"I believe you." 



DeShawn and Becca arrived a short time later at his Condo and Becca rushed to her phone, as soon as they got inside. 



"Oh my god. I have like five messages." Becca's eyes were bright and excited. 



DeShawn smiled and nodded, while she frantically checked her voice mail. A variety of emotions played over her face as listened to her messages. He walked into his kitchen to get both of them a soda and also give her a little privacy. 



Becca listened to John's first message. 



<em>"Becca! Call me. It's urgent."</em> 



<em>"Becca. Just a quick update. I'm flying back today. I'm also taking Bethany with me, unless I hear from you. Call me when you get this message. My flight leaves at 7:00, so I am packing now and I'll be leaving for the airport within 30 minutes."</em> 



<em>I'm at the airport Becca and Bethany is with me. We're flying back home. There was a really bad situation at work and several air traffic controllers are unable to work. I'll explain more when I talk to you.</em> 



<em>Last message Becca. Plane's about to take off. Call when you can</em>. 



"Thank god!" Becca breathed. She rested against the counter for a moment and let relief flow through her. Finally she looked over at DeShawn. "John got called back to work. There is a problem in his section and he got recalled." 



"Wow. Is everything ok?" 



"I'm not sure." Becca dialed his number, but got his voicemail, he held up her hand to DeShawn and left her husband a message. "John. Honey. God, you scared me. I'm sorry I missed your calls this morning, my phone was dead. I got your messages, please call me when you can. Bethany? Is she ok? Please call?" 



"So what now?" DeShawn asked when Becca ended her call. 



Becca slid onto DeShawn's lap and kissed him passionately. "Now that I know everything's ok, I'm horny." She said huskily when their lips finally parted. 



"Horny huh?" 



She didn't respond, she just ripped his t-shirt off his body and ran her hands over his muscular chest and arms. Her lips followed her hands, tracing his muscles with little kisses. Becca fumbled with the clasp of his cargo shorts. 



"Becca, stop!" DeShawn said quietly and held her hand in his, until she met his eyes. "Stop!" 



"What? Why?" 



"Because Becca." He gently pushed Becca off his lap and put his t-shirt back on. "I'm not a dildo, Becca. You can't just use me to get yourself off, anytime you want, especially seconds after you call your husband. Didn't you hear me this morning? Haven't you heard a thing I've said to you?" 



"DeShawn-." Becca began. 



"Listen." DeShawn interrupted. "Our situation doesn't work for me any longer. I want more than a sexual relationship with you Becca." DeShawn stood up and walked over to a window and stared out for a few seconds, before he turned back to Becca. "It may have started out innocently, but my feelings for you have grown and I don't want to share you anymore. It sucks. It sucks and it's not enough. John's a great guy and I never wanted to hurt your marriage, but I won't lie about my feelings for you." 



Becca sat on the couch and looked up at DeShawn. "I don't know what to do DeShawn. I don't know what to say either, my feelings for you have grown as well, but you know I love my husband." 



"You're not even going to give us a chance, are you?" 



"What do you mean DeShawn?" 



"Stay." 



"Stay?" 



"Yes Becca." DeShawn sat down next to her. "Your airline ticket isn't until Saturday. That's four days from today. Stay with me this week. It'll be just you and I and we can see if we're really a good match. We can spend time together like a normal couple. You can meet my friends and we can get to know each other outside the bedroom." DeShawn laughed softly. "We already know we're compatible inside the bedroom." 



"DeShawn-." 



"Please." DeShawn asked softly. "It's important to me Becca. I'm sure it will be important to you as well. You don't want to look back on us and always wonder 'what if'." 



DeShawn's eyes reflected a vulnerability, Becca never expected to see in him and it touched her deeply. Truthfully, her feelings for DeShawn had grown as well, but Becca didn't think they would amount to anything. John was her husband, a good husband, and he was an amazing father to Bethany. DeShawn was a guilty pleasure, a sexy indulgence, and that's where things should have ended. 



<em>Things didn't end there. Not for me and not for DeShawn. God, he's perfect and he wants me!</em> 



Life got in the way and now DeShawn wanted more, a lot more and Becca knew if she stayed, her life wouldn't be the same. It wasn't just her life though, John's would be changed and so would Bethany's. 



<em>Can I say yes?</em> 



<em>Better question...Can I say no?</em> 



"Ok DeShawn. I'll stay the week with you." 



The smile that broke over DeShawn's face conveyed a single emotion. Happiness. Becca looked at her lover and knew she would never forget that look of happiness on his face, if she lived to be 100 years old. Hunger, raw hunger, took over DeShawn's face and Becca's desire flared to life, when she saw his eyes smoldering with lust. Becca felt herself wilt in front of his beautiful brown eyes, her heart raced at the thought of DeShawn's body on top of hers. 



"Condom." The word burst out of Becca, more of a croak than an actual word. "Please. Before we get started." 



His eyebrows rose suddenly and DeShawn cocked his head at Becca. "What? Why?" 



Becca kissed him softly, before responding. "DeShawn, I know we discussed me getting pregnant again and John approved as well, but everything's changed now. I don't know how John will react to me staying here. I don't know what this will do to our marriage." Becca sighed. "What I do know, is that I don't want to trap you by getting pregnant. That's no way to start a relationship DeShawn and it's no way to end one with John." 



Silence settled between them and DeShawn considered Becca's words as he stared at the beautiful blonde. She was right. The plan was for her to see if she could get pregnant again and go back with John. They'd follow the same process with the new baby, as they followed with Bethany. Now that Becca was staying however, it changed everything. 



<em>It doesn't change how I feel about her, that's for damn sure. I'd love to have children with Becca. Boys. I hope we have boys!!</em> 



"Becca." DeShawn began slowly. "I want to have children with you. I'm completely serious. I don't want to wait, I don't want to put this off any longer. If you decide to stay with John, I can accept that, but I still want to have children with you." 



"DeShawn are you sure?" Becca looked at him hopefully. "I don't want you to have any regrets. I don't want you to resent me later." 



His strong arms circled Becca and drew her close to him. She loved the smell of his body, his cologne and his skin. It was intoxicating. The muscular arms made her feel safe and his voice washed over her like a warm breeze. 



"Becca. I would never regret having children with you. I will never resent you. That will never happen." 



The words were exactly what Becca hoped to hear and something burst within her. She covered DeShawn's mouth with hers and pressed herself against him. It was longer, but it felt like mere seconds, before they were both naked and DeShawn was pushing inside her. 



A moan of pure pleasure and contentment burst out of Becca, when DeShawn pushed inside her deliciously. He didn't hurt anymore, he felt right, he felt amazing and Becca loved the full, slightly stretched feeling DeShawn gave her. Becca's moan was followed by a similar moan from DeShawn, he pushed all the way inside her and held himself there, letting them both revel in the exquisite pleasure of raw, primal sex. 



"DeShawn, take me, please." Becca begged. "Please baby." 



Slowly at first, DeShawn pushed in and out of Becca, each thrust bottomed out and he held himself deeply inside her, before he slowly withdrew, all the way to the entrance. Becca whimpered each time he withdrew and DeShawn answered her by pushing back hard. The combination of hard thrusts and slow sex, had Becca going crazy and her first orgasm washed over her as DeShawn pushed inside of her. 

<hr pg="3" />Powerful. Hard. Just like Deshawn, the orgasm stole her breath and Becca felt light-headed as DeShawn looked down at her, a small smile on his face. <em>He's so fucking gorgeous.</em> 



He pressed his cheek against hers and whispered into her ear. "Do you need a break?" 



"No. DeShawn no. Please, I need you." 



Words stopped as DeShawn kissed her softly and increased his pace. It wasn't long, before he was pummeling Becca and her cries and grunts were clear evidence that she loved the way DeShawn fucked. Becca grasped his ass tightly and pulled him had on each thrust, trying to get him as deep as possible inside her. 



"I'm cumming, Becca." 



Becca spread her legs as wide as possible and tilted her hips up against DeShawn, so his cock met no resistance as he pushed inside her and another orgasm flooded through her as she felt DeShawn jet strongly inside her. Once, twice, hell, four or five times, DeShawn filled her completely and she loved the warm glow his seed produced in her. DeShawn's body relaxed on top of Becca and she ran her fingers down his back, enjoying the sweaty, muscular body above hers. DeShawn made her feel feminine, in a way John couldn't. 



<em>It's not John's fault,</em> Becca thought quickly. <em>It's just that DeShawn is so masculine and gorgeous and sexy and fuck! He's just fucking everything. God, I want his baby. I want a boy.</em> 



Twice more, DeShawn and Becca came together and fucked themselves silly. Neither one could get enough of the other, Becca's decision to stay the rest of the week, opened the floodgates of desire between them. They both sensed their relationship deepen. DeShawn took Becca in a variety of positions, always taking control, pushing inside her and flooding her womb. When they were both finally sated, Becca dropped off to sleep, the tension of the morning and lack of sleep the night before, robbed her of energy. She drifted off to sleep, with the warm afterglow of good sex, amazing orgasms and DeShawn's cum inside her. DeShawn watched her sleep for several minutes. 



<em>Damn. I can't do anything the easy way!</em> He thought wryly. <em>I met the perfect woman and she's married to a great guy. Fuck! Well DeShawn, spoil her this week, open your life to her and hopefully she'll choose you. It's as fair a process as possible. She may still choose John, but at least you gave it your best shot!</em> 



DeShawn slipped out of bed and walked into his living room, he grabbed a soda from the refrigerator and stepped out onto his balcony. The condo was in a very nice area, it was three blocks from the beach and it over-looked the amazing pool in the complex. The condo was owned by his parents, but they never used it and he'd already offered to buy it from his dad. 



<em>I can sell this thing quickly and painlessly and buy a home for Becca and me. We'll have plenty of room for little rug-rats running around. Becca needs to meet mom and dad. I want them to meet her and get to know her.</em> 



The sound of Becca's phone ringing brought DeShawn back into his condo. 



"Hello." 



"DeShawn?" It was John. 



"Hi John. Yes, it's DeShawn." 



"Hey DeShawn, is Becca available?" 



"John, Becca is sleeping right now. She was pretty broken up about finding your hotel room empty. It really scared her man." 



"I left her several messages DeShawn, it couldn't be helped. I had to get back." 



"John, believe me, I understand. I get short notice calls all the time, dude. I get it. It's just the Becca was really worried and I guess, she was more tired than she realized." 



<em>She was tired. All the sex we've been having is the real reason she's tired.</em> 



"Ok. Will you tell her I called? I landed in San Antonio and I'll be on the road for another two hours." 



"John, of course." DeShawn replied sincerely. "I'll tell Becca you called and make sure she calls you back." 



"Thanks DeShawn." 



"John, you gotta sec?" 



"Sure, what's up?" 



DeShawn took a breath. "Listen, about the other night. I'm sorry, I was so aggressive. Becca told me she'd like it and that you would like it as well. When we left that night, I could tell you were upset and I'm sorry man." 



A moment of silence hit the phone line. 



"DeShawn thank you for the apology. You're right, I was upset and confused and it just seemed out of character for you." John sighed. "I'd be lying though, if I said I didn't enjoy it. I just wish I'd been warned ahead of time." 



"I hear you John. Thanks for understanding." 



"You're welcome. DeShawn did Becca say when she was going fly out?" 



"Fly out?" 



"Yea, back to Texas. I didn't have a chance to make arrangements for her, but when she changes her flight, I have a point of contact for her." 



"John let me have that airline point of contact and I'll give it to Becca." 



John fished through his wallet, careful to keep his eyes on the road, and gave it to DeShawn. He was a little surprised to hear Becca hadn't started making arrangements to come back to Texas, but he figured she was just tired. 



"I'll give her the information man." DeShawn said after he copied it down. "I'll also have Becca call you, when she wakes up." 



"Thanks DeShawn." 



"You're welcome. Drive safely." 



The phone call terminated and DeShawn sat down heavily on his couch. He flipped on ESPN and turned the volume down. A conflicting blend of emotions ran through him, as he stared at the TV and tried to come to grips with his situation. 



<em>John's a good guy.</em> 



<em>So are you!</em> 



<em>Becca is married to John.</em> 



<em>True, but she's clearly attracted to you.</em> 



"Hey gorgeous." Becca's voice washed over him and he looked over. His lover walked out of his bedroom, wearing one of his t-shirts and looking amazing. 



"Damn Becca. You're the only woman I know, who can turn an old T-shirt into lingerie." 



A soft laugh escaped Becca as she sat next to DeShawn and leaned against him. "You're crazy. You know that?" 



"Crazy about you." 



"Mmmmmm. Feelings mutual baby." Becca sighed. 



DeShawn enjoyed the quiet, comfortable feeling of Becca leaning against him. It was nice, it was quiet and it was deliciously intimate. He put his arm around his lover and pulled her against him, kissing her head softly. 



"This is nice Becca." 



"Yes it is." 



"I don't want it to end, but you need to know something," 



"What's that baby?" 



"John just called." DeShawn's voice was short and Becca pulled back and looked at him, her eyes searching his for a reaction. "You should call him back honey." 



A deep, long sigh emanated from Becca and she nodded softly. "You're right." She kissed him quickly. "Mind if I call him from the balcony? It may be a difficult conversation." 



"Whatever you want Becca." 



A few minutes later, Becca sat on DeShawn's balcony, slowly dialing John's number. She wanted to talk to her husband and she wanted to check on Bethany, however Becca didn't want to have the conversation about staying in Florida. 



"Hello, Becca?" 



"Hi John. How are you? How is Bethany?" 



John sighed. "It's good to hear your voice baby. I'm fine and Bethany's asleep. I'm about an hour away from home, so I'll be home soon." 



"John, I'm so sorry about letting my phone battery go dead. Honey, it was an accident." 



"Becca." The smile was obvious in John's voice. "It's ok. You've done it like 100 times, so it's no surprise baby." 



"Holy Shit! John what the hell happened?" 



"I don't know everything Becca, but it looks like we lost several controllers due a big party. I guess there were drugs and stuff there, so they've all been taking off of controlling status. You know how rigid they are with Air Traffic Controllers." 



"Yea baby. I know." 



"Well, it's not like they can take Joe Shmo off the street and have him speak to aircraft. It's doesn't work that way, so the Captain recalled everyone on leave. It sucks, but I understand why it's being done." 



"Ok baby. I understand." Becca paused. "How's my baby?" 



"Bethany's great. She totally charmed the flight attendants and everyone around her. She didn't sit on my lap at all, because there were several ladies who wanted to hold her. It was awesome." 



Becca laughed. "That's cool." 



"Our little princess has finally fallen asleep though, so she's been pretty quiet. I've already called Maria and she's willing to watch Bethany, so I'm all set." 



"Oh John, that's great. What would we do without Maria?" 



"No idea. She's a god-send. That's for sure." John took a quiet breath and asked the question he'd been avoiding. "So when are you flying back? Tonight, tomorrow?" 



Silence filled the conversations, awkward, ugly and oppressive. 



"John, I'm going to fly back on Saturday." 



"What?" 



"John, you heard me." Becca replied tightly. "I'm going to stick with my original flight and come back on Saturday." 



John's voice rose. "Becca are you fucking kidding me?" 



"John don't yell at me, besides, you'll wake Bethany." 



"Oh. That's rich. You're concerned about Bethany now. That's a shocker. It's hard to be concerned about your daughter in Texas, when you're in Florida." 



"John, please stop. I don't want to fight." Becca paused. "DeShawn asked me to stay with him and John." He could hear her take a deep breath. "I want to stay with DeShawn." 



"Is that right?" John asked, stalling for time. His heart dropped into his stomach and gripped the steering wheel tightly. 



"Honey-." 



"Stop Becca." John interrupted harshly. "Don't 'honey' me." 



"Dammit John." Frustration colored Becca's voice. "Don't make this any harder than it already is. This isn't easy for me." 



"Then come home Becca. Simplify the whole situation and come home." 



"John no." She replied firmly. "I want to stay with DeShawn. I want to see if I can get pregnant this week. You and I discussed that John and you agreed." 



"We did agree Becca, but you know damn well things have changed now. We agreed that I would be there, I would be a part of the process, not excluded. This was a vacation for the family, you and DeShawn were secondary. It wasn't a chance for you and DeShawn to have a romantic getaway." 



"I realize that John, but as you said, things have changed." Becca exhaled. "Please John, I really want to stay." 



"Why Becca? Is getting pregnant that important to you?" 



"Yes. John, it is, but honestly, I want to spend some time with DeShawn too, John. We only get a few moments, here and there, and I'd like to spend a few days with him." 



"DeShawn is really the reason you're staying, isn't he?" 



"John-." 



"Y'know what Becca? Fuck it!" John hissed. "Stay. Get fucked. Get pregnant. Just don't expect things to go back to normal when you get home." 



"John-." Becca started but the connection was dead. 



Becca stared at the phone for a moment, she couldn't believe John had said those words. <em>That's not the John that I know. That's not my husband.</em> 



"Hey, are you ok out here?" DeShawn's gentle baritone voice washed over her. 



"No." Becca said softly. "I'm not ok." 



"Do you want to be alone?" 



"No, DeShawn, I don't want to be alone." Becca held her hand out and DeShawn smiled his gorgeous, sexy smile and walked over to her. He pulled Becca to her feet, switched places with her and pulled her down on his lap. 



"Come here baby." He kissed her head softly. "It's ok. You're safe and everything will work out." 



"John's upset, DeShawn. I don't know what he's going to do." 



"Becca, I'm sorry." Becca met his eyes skeptically. "Honest Becca." DeShawn's voice was serious and resolute. "I never wanted to hurt John or hurt your marriage." 



"But?" 



"No buts Becca. I'm serious." He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I'd be lying though Becca, if I said I didn't want you. I do. I want you in my life. I've never felt this way about someone, not even my first wife." 



Becca lay against him, enjoying his body, his muscles and the warm, soft sound of his heartbeat. She let herself enjoy the simple pleasure of his body. His voice soothed her nerves. 



"Becca, I'm not saying I love you, but I am saying I want to give us a chance to fall in love with each other. If you'll give me chance, I think you'll choose me." 



"DeShawn-." 



"Shhhh." He put his hand on her lips. "Just spend the week with me, give me a chance Becca and we'll re-evaluate on Friday night. I won't put any pressure on you." 



"Ok." 



"Are you hungry?" 



"For food?" Becca asked lightly. 



A low, rough laugh burst from DeShawn. "Yes, Becca, for food." 



"Yes. I could eat something." 



"Excellent. I want to take you to my favorite restaurant." DeShawn put his arms under Becca and stood up, Becca cradled in his arm. "C'mon, let's grab dinner and then I want to take you somewhere. Dress casually." 



DeShawn deposited Becca in his bedroom, where her luggage was located and left her to change. If he had stayed, they both would have ended up naked and DeShawn wanted to avoid that possibility for now. 



<em>Enough sex, it's time to show Becca my life. Let her in and see if she likes what she sees.</em> DeShawn walked out to the living room and dialed the restaurant. There was a specific table he wanted to reserve. <em>I wonder if mom and dad are home tomorrow.</em> 



* * * 



John made it home two hours later and got Bethany situated in front of the TV. He started dinner and called his boss. 



"Hey boss." John left a message. "I made it back and I can start work tomorrow. Call me and let me know what shift you need me to work. Thanks." 



Bethany and John had her favorite dinner, fish sticks and French Fries. A new Disney movie was out on Netflix, so John sat down with Bethany and they watched it together. Bethany sat in his lap, staring at the screen, completely captivated by the moving, carton pictures, and smiling widely. 



<em>She's so beautiful.</em> 



The movie ended and found Bethany sleeping on John's lap with John dozing as well. He woke up and realized his little girl was asleep and he carried her into her room. It was the work of a few minutes to get her into her favorite pajamas, before John wandered back out into the living room. 



<em>Ok, dude. Time to think.</em> 



<em>Becca is staying the week with DeShawn. Yes, she wants to get pregnant. No, I don't believe for a second that's why she stayed with him. DeShawn clearly has feelings for her and I'm sure he asked her to stay with him.</em> 



<em>So where does that leave you?</em> 



<em>Alone! Soon to be divorced probably.</em> 



<em>What happens when she comes back? I don't have any fucking idea. I can't talk to my boss, he'll want to go to the commander. It would get ugly. Sit on it for now John, give it some time and think about it.</em> 



<em>I'm not giving up Bethany. No fucking way. She's my daughter. DeShawn was just the sperm donor.</em> John thought bitterly, as the phone rang. 



"Hello." 



"John. It's Adolph. What's up man?" 



"Not much. How's it going?" Adolph, better known as "AU", to his friends and fellow controllers, was John's boss. Air Traffic Controllers are identified by a set of two initials. That's another story. 



"Dude, sorry you had to cut your vacation short. This is some serious and weird shit we got going on." 



"Yea, I spoke with the Captain." 



AU laughed. "Yea man, he's pretty stressed. Believe it or not, he's even offered to control aircraft." 



"We're not that desperate are we?" 



"No! The last thing we need is officers trying to speak to aircraft. That could be disastrous. The last thing we need is two aircraft swapping paint." 



Despite his mood, John laughed, AU was cool and funny. It was also a point of pride that the enlisted members of the military spoke to aircraft and the officers stayed in their offices. Sure the officers learned the processes and rules for air traffic control and they did occasionally speak to aircraft, but it was the enlisted members who ran the facility. Normally when an officer was speaking to an aircraft, it was under the close observation of an enlisted member. 



"I hear you." John laughed again. "Hey, what shift did you need me to work?" 



"John, I'm thinking of having you just float. Why don't you show up at 7:00 am and plan to work at least 8 hours, maybe 10." John heard the regret in AU's voice. "If I can get you out after 8 hours, I will. I promise." 



"No problem AU. I'll be there." 



"Cool. Becca watching Bethany?" 



"Ummm. No. I'm going to have our babysitter help out." 



"What?" AU's voice was surprised. "What's Becca doing?" 



"Long story AU, but it's just easier if I use a babysitter." 



"You ok John?" 



"Yea." 



"Becca came back with you right?" 



A deep, heavy sigh left John. "No. Becca stayed with friends and she'll be back this week." 



"Friends huh?" AU's voice dripped with disbelief. "I didn't think Becca knew anyone in Florida." 



"Like I said AU, it's a long story." 



"Whatever you say John, just answer me this question." 



"Sure." 



"Are you mentally able to speak to aircraft? I'm not kidding John. If you've got personal stuff going on, I don't want you controlling aircraft." 



"AU, I'm fine. Seriously. I need to be at work, believe me." 



"Ok. Plan on floating and show up at 7:00." 



"Cool." 



* * * 



Adolph "AU" Uribez set his phone down slowly and looked out the window. AU was John's boss, but he was also a mentor, a friend and a confidant. It was a military thing, but essentially AU was almost like an older brother to John and just like any brother anywhere, AU knew something was wrong, but he also trusted John to handle it. AU and the rest of the management team, saw John as a rising star, a future senior leader and all of them looked out for John. His wife Becca was also held in high esteem, but it was John that everyone saw as having the potential to reach the highest ranks of the enlisted leadership. Unless he was lured away by the officer corps, which was a distinct possibility. The squadron commander had mentioned it more than once. 



<em>John's hurting. Something is going on with him and Becca. Florida? Becca doesn't know a fucking soul</em> <em>in Florida.</em> 



AU had been over to their house countless times and he knew Becca wasn't from Florida and didn't have any family from Florida. 



<em>Bethany's biological father?</em> 



John and Becca were closed mouthed about Bethany's biological father, they simply said that a friend had helped Becca conceive and everyone smiled and respected their privacy. AU started to wonder if Becca was staying with someone specific, like Bethany's biological father, in Florida. 



<em>Fuck! Time to call the 1</em><em><sup>st</sup></em> <em>Shirt.</em> 



"Sergeant Downey." 



"Hey Sergeant Downey, its Sergeant Uribez, how are you?" 



"AU! What's going on man? You still running?" 



"Hell yes. Wanna race?" 



"Not on your life!" 



Both men laughed and Sergeant Downey finally got them down to business. 



"What's up AU? I take it, you're not calling to shoot the breeze." 



"No, you're right." AU paused and took a breath. "I've got a troop that may be having some marital issues." 



"Please tell me it's not John." 



"Sorry Sergeant Downey, it is." 



Colorful curses flew over the phone line. John had worked on a few projects with Sergeant Downey and they'd grown close. 



"How can I help?" 



"Candidly? I don't know. I was hoping you could have an 'off the record' conversation with him." 



"AU." Sergeant Downey's voice grew hard, professional and distant. "You know there isn't any such thing. I don't mind talking to John. Actually, I'm happy to do it, but you damn well know we're going to follow the rule book." 



"Sir." AU shifted to a more formal tone. "I get it and I'm not asking you to bend or break any rules. I just want you to talk to John and see how he's doing. I know he holds you in high regard and you damn sure can offer some good advice." 

<hr pg="4" />"Fine. I can do that and I'd love to help John." Sergeant Downey rubbed his chin for a second. "Marital issues?" 



"I think so sir, yes." 



"Gotcha. Not uncommon with junior enlisted folks. I'll have the dorm manager, clear a room, just in case they need to spend some time apart." 



"That's why I called you sir." AU replied gratefully. "Work your magic and let's help this kid." 



"Thanks for the call AU, I'll reach out to John tomorrow." 



"Thank you." 



"You're welcome and thanks for the call." 



AU set his phone down, walked into the kitchen and grabbed his favorite microbrew, he had mixed feelings about involving the 1<sup>st</sup> Sergeant. It felt like a betrayal to John on the surface, but AU knew better, because in a military organization, it was the 1<sup>st</sup> Sergeant who got to color outside the lines. The position of 1<sup>st</sup> Sergeant was unique, it was a mentor, guidance counselor, ass kicker and overall good guy position. The position of 1<sup>st</sup> Sergeant was designed to keep the Squadron Commander in touch with his troops, but it also allowed the 1<sup>st</sup> Sergeant a significant amount of freedom. The 1<sup>st</sup> Sergeant was empowered to help the enlisted men and women in the squadron, maintain good order and discipline, without having to constantly kick ass and correct people formally. 



First Sergeants solved a ton of problems that didn't need an official response, problems that didn't need to hurt someone's career or result in a court martial. If an enlisted person had financial problems, the 1<sup>st</sup> Sergeant could get them in touch with some free financial help and even get them a short term loan or one-time payment to cover their bills. If someone was drinking too much, a 1<sup>st</sup> Sergeant could stop by after work and talk to them about it, more than once if necessary, and get them some help. An enlisted member suffering from PTSD or Depression? The 1<sup>st</sup> Sergeant could get them some help, without it going on their record, at least at first. Marital problems? The 1<sup>st</sup> Sergeant was the next best thing to Dr. Phil and a divorce attorney, rolled into one. It was an understatement to say that military 1<sup>st</sup> Sergeants probably saved more careers, and potentially saved more lives, than anyone else in the military. 



1<sup>St</sup> Sergeants walked the thin line of helping people, before their problem needed an official, formal response. If a person didn't listen to the 1<sup>st</sup> Sergeant, god better help them, because no one else would. Any enlisted member that disregarded the 1<sup>st</sup> Sergeant's advice or warnings, well stick a fork in them, because they were cooked! 



AU knew all of this and he still called the 1<sup>st</sup> Sergeant. John was that important and if AU and the 1<sup>st</sup> Sergeant could help him early, it would save a friend and a career in the process. 



<em>It might even save their marriage.</em> 



* * * 



"How's this?" Becca asked as she stepped out of DeShawn's bathroom and his expression told her everything she needed to know. 



"You're so beautiful Becca." DeShawn breathed. "You look amazing and perfect." 



"Good, because I'm starving." 



DeShawn laughed and had a really hard time taking his eyes off of Becca, she was dressed casually, but only a blind person would miss how beautiful she was. The top (blouse?) she was wearing hugged her frame nicely and accentuated her curves. As she walked past DeShawn he noticed her shorts fit nicely over her ass, without showing anything inappropriate. Simply put, Becca looked gorgeous, dressed tastefully, yet sexily, and once again, DeShawn felt an overwhelming desire to possess Becca, wash through him. 



"C'mon let's go." 



"If you keep looking at me like that Mister, we'll never make it to dinner." Becca teased him as they walked towards the door. 



"I'm sorry Becca. It's just that you take my breath away sometimes." 



Becca stopped and looked strangely at DeShawn. 



"What?" 



"DeShawn." She looked down at her feet for a second. "You don't have to say those things to me. I'm staying with you this week." She shrugged. "I just don't want you to feel obligated to compliment me." 



His mouth dropped open and DeShawn stepped forward and went down on one knee. He looked up at Becca seriously and took her hands. 



"Becca, I will never compliment you out of obligation. When I tell you how good you look or compliment you, it's from the heart. I'm completely serious. Always." 



Tears welled up in Beccas eyes as she looked down at DeShawn. She nodded and wiped them away, laughing nervously. "Ok." 



"Let's go eat." 



The drive to the restaurant passed quickly. DeShawn lowered the top on his Mercedes and they flew down the interstate. The restaurant sat right on the water and the view was amazing, crystal blue water was visible from every window. DeShawn made reservations earlier and they were shown immediately to their table, Becca smiled happily as DeShawn held out her chair and helped her get seated, he ordered a bottle of wine and they looked over their menus. 



"Wow." Becca said quietly. "DeShawn this restaurant is kind of pricey." 



"Stop!" He chided Becca gently. "Don't worry about it Becca. Please. That's one of the things I wanted to talk to you about tonight anyway." 



"Money?" 



"Sort of?" He ducked down behind his menu. 



"Hey-." 



The waiter came and took their orders. DeShawn ordered steak, and on his recommendation, Becca had the catch of the day. He liked that she let him order for her, take the lead and spoil her, she seemed content, even happy, to have DeShawn take a leadership role. 



"You're not getting off that easy Mister." 



Becca's lightly accusing voice brought him out from behind his menu. "Yes Becca?" He asked innocently. 



"What did you mean DeShawn?" 



"You don't want to wait for the appetizers at least?" 



"Stop it." Becca said gently. "And don't give me that sexy smile." 



"Ok. Ok." DeShawn chuckled softly and then his expression grew serious. "Becca a big part of why I wanted you to stay this week is so I can show you my life. It's not easy for me, but I want to let you into my life, I want you to see how I live, what's important to me and hopefully you'll like what you see." 



"DeShawn-." 



DeShawn held up his hand. "Please, let me finish." Becca nodded and sipped her wine glass. When she set it down, DeShawn refilled it for her with a smile. "I want you to know Becca that I'm a solid, stand-up guy. I don't drink to excess, I don't party hard and I'm not trying to win any testosterone heavy lifestyle contests." He paused. "What I'm trying to say is that I'm a good guy, not a jerk and not a player. I treat people with respect, especially women, and I don't play the field. Truthfully, I haven't been on a serious date in months and I haven't been in a relationship in over a year." 



"Wow." 



"I just want you to understand Becca that you're special. I don't do this." He waved around the restaurant. "Every Friday night. I've been here once before and it was because my parents wanted to try it." 



"Your parents brought you here?" 



"Yes. Mom and dad like to try new restaurants, when they're in town, and they own the Condo where we're staying." 



"Ahh. It's a nice Condo." 



"Yea. I'm trying to buy it from the old man, but we're still in negotiations. I'm stationed in the Florida panhandle, and that's where I spend most of my time. I get down to St. Petersburg once in a while, but mostly I stick around the panhandle. I'd like to buy this from my dad, especially if I had a reason to go Disney World more often." DeShawn's eyes communicated significantly more information than his words. 



"Ok." 



"Anyway, I got off track." He smiled. "So, I want you to know, that I'm not a player. My best friend Marcus, he's a player, but not me." 



"Yea, I got that sense from Marcus." 



"He's a great guy Becca, really." DeShawn said quickly. "He's just a lot wilder than I am." 



"That's good to know DeShawn." 



"I'm not saying, I don't know how to have a good time." He added quickly. "I'm just careful, that's all." He waved his hand dismissively. "Damn, I keep getting sidetracked." 



Becca laughed softly and took a sip of her wine. "Nervous?" She asked when she put her wine down. 



"Yes!" 



"Well don't be DeShawn. I'm listening and I like what I hear. Go on." 



"My point is simple Becca." DeShawn leaned forward. "I do fine financially." He shrugged his shoulders modestly. "Normally, I wouldn't talk about money. I was raised to keep that information private, but I only have a few days with you. I want you to know Becca that I can take care of you. I can take care of you and Bethany and anymore children that bless our lives." 



Becca's hand trembled as she picked her wine glass and she took a large sip, not quite a gulp, but a big sip of wine. "Thank you DeShawn. I appreciate you telling me that about yourself." 



"You're welcome." Becca was near tears. "Hey, c'mon, it's a beautiful night. How about that view huh?" He motioned out the window, trying to distract her and lighten the mood. 



"The view is amazing DeShawn." Becca replied, staring directly at DeShawn for several seconds, before looking out the window. 



The appetizers arrived a few minutes later and dinner quickly followed. The food was fantastic and Becca really enjoyed the fish. It was nearly impossible to get quality seafood in West Texas. DeShawn and Becca shared a dessert that Becca picked out and then they walked along the beach. 



"What else do you want to know Becca?" 



"I don't know DeShawn, honestly, I'm still trying to process everything you've told me so far. We're moving so fast." She sighed. "I really like that you're not a player, although I suspected that was the case already." 



"Will you take a trip with me tomorrow? It's a three hour drive and then we could spend the night, and I'll take you to my place the day after. It wouldn't be that difficult to switch your plane ticket leave and I'll pay for everything." 



"Where are we going tomorrow?" 



"It's a surprise." He smiled at her. "Do you trust me?" 



"Of course, I trust you DeShawn." 



"Good. Then it's settled." 



"DeShawn." Becca said his name softly and stopped walking. The wind blew her hair around and she pulled it back behind an ear. She looked at DeShawn self-consciously for a moment, before looking away. 



"What is it Becca?" 



"You're spending so much time, trying to convince me that you're a good guy." Becca took a breath. "Are you sure you really want me? Maybe I'm not the person you think I am DeShawn. Have you thought about that at all?" 



Becca's voice was soft, vulnerable and he could see that she was afraid of how he might answer. DeShawn stepped forward and put his arms around her, gently pulling her against him. "Becca, yes. A thousand times, yes. You are exactly what I want and I do want you. I want you today, tomorrow and for the rest of my life." 



DeShawn felt Becca's arms encircle him and pull him hard against her, her chest shook gently as she cried softly against him. They stayed holding each other for a long time, enjoying the feel of each other's bodies and the sound of the waves rolling over the beach. 



"Hey, what do you want to do now?" DeShawn asked as he pulled away from Becca. He wiped her face with his hands and smiled down at her. "Movie?" He pointed down the beach. "There is a little amusement park down there. I can kick your ass at Skee Ball." 



A laugh burst out of Becca and she punched his chest lightly. "Be with you, DeShawn. That's what I want. I just want to be with you. I don't care what we do, as long as we're together." 



"Play pool?" 



"Not very well." 



"Good, then I won't look so bad." He laughed. "There's a nice billiards place not far from here. They serve beer in buckets and the pool tables are generously stained. It's completely casual and the jukebox speakers are completely blown." 



"Let's go." Becca replied with a laugh. 



* * * 



John sat on a bench, watching Bethany play in the sand box. She was getting completely dirty and she was also have a great time. John and Becca added a little sandbox to their back yard and it quickly became Bethany's favorite spot in the world. A smile crossed his face, as his little girl pushed a truck through the sand. 



<em>She's never been interested in Dolls</em>, John thought happily. <em>Maybe she'll like sports too.</em> 



"John?" A voice called out. 



"Back here." John replied and stood up. 



Master Sergeant Downey, the squadron 1<sup>st</sup> Sergeant came around the house, carrying a six-pack of beer and a smile. He walked into John's back yard and shook hands with the junior enlisted person. 



"How's it going John?" 



"Great sir." 



"Listen, I heard your vacation got cut short, so I thought I'd bring over a six-pack and commiserate with you." The 1<sup>st</sup> Sergeant handed John a beer. "Never show up somewhere empty-handed. That's my momma Downey always said. 



"Thank you sir." John replied, taking the beer. "She's wise woman." 



"Son you have no idea." 



They both laughed and took a seat. "Bethany is growing up fast John. Wow." 



"Yea. She doesn't miss any meals and she sprouts an inch, every time I turn around." 



"Kids tend to do that on you, so hug her every chance you get." He replied and then patted John on the back. "Pictures, take a ton of pictures and then take another ton of pictures. Believe me, you'll look back on this time and wonder, "why didn't I take more pictures." 



"I'll do that sir." 



"Where's Becca tonight?" 



John looked at Bethany, he kept his gaze fixed on his daughter and considered how to answer his mentor. 



"John, I'll hold anything you tell me as private, unless a law or serious regulation has been broken. This isn't a protected conversation, but at the same time, I'm not here to burn anyone either." 



"I know sir." John nodded. "Becca decided to stay with a friend in Florida. She's coming back on Saturday." 



"I see." He took a sip of his beer. "I take it you disagreed with that decision." 



"Damn straight sir." John replied quickly and then caught himself. "Yes. I wanted her to come home with me." 



"How you holding up?" 



"I'm good sir. Work actually helps, because it takes my mind of my situation. Bethany helps too, because she's so stinkin cute." 



The 1<sup>st</sup> Sergeant smiled at that comment. <em>It's true. The little girl is precious.</em> 



"When Becca comes home, any idea what's going to happen next?" 



"No. None." John's voice was soft, sullen and dripping with pain. 



"Y'know John, you're not alone buddy." He said softly. "You're more than welcome to bunk at my place, if you want, or I can make sure a room is available in the dorms, if you or Becca want to use it. Marital problems and the military are close friends John, but that doesn't mean divorce is the only option." 



"Thank you sir. Would you mind keeping a room open in the dorms? I'm not sure which one of us is going to use it, but it sure sounds like a good idea." 



"No problem John." The 1<sup>st</sup> Sergeant took another sip of his beer and waved at Bethany. "Listen, there are folks you and Becca can talk to John. We have chaplains available. The family support center has some really good classes on conflict resolution and communications. If you want, I can make an appointment for both of you with a psychiatrist on base." He saw the look in John's eyes. "Knock it off John. No one's implying your crazy, or Becca for that matter. The psychiatrist would just help you both work through any issues and they'd do it confidentially." 



John nodded. "Thank you sir. We may use them, but I want Becca to come home first and for us to talk, before we decide on a next step." 



"You going to be able to talk with Becca amicably John?" He asked seriously. "That's important, because if the Security Police get called on a domestic disturbance, the Commander will have to take action. He won't have a choice." 



"Yes sir." I'm not a drinker and I've never lifted a hand to Becca or Bethany. That's not me." 



"I figured as much John, but I needed to say it." He squeezed John's shoulder gently. "You have a lot of support within the squadron John. You don't need to go through this alone." The 1<sup>st</sup> Sergeant stood and looked down at John. "I don't do this often, but I'm giving you an order John. If you find yourself in a tough spot, you pick up the phone. Understood?" 



"Yes sir." 



"I'm serious now John. I don't care what time of day or night. I'll answer and so will AU or anyone else you want to call. Hell, even the commander will pick up for you John." 



"I understand sir." He stood and offered his hand. "I won't do anything stupid." 



"Good man. Now, can I Ieave these four beers with you, or do you want me to take them?" 



"Take them sir. Like I said, I'm not much of a drinker." 



"Ok son." He started to walk away, but turned and smiled at the young man. "John, every storm runs out of rain eventually. This will pass." 



A quirky smile crossed John's face. "Country music lyrics sir? Really?" 



"Wisdom John. Wisdom is found in Country music son." 



John laughed and the 1<sup>st</sup> Sergeant gave him a smirk and left. John took Bethany back inside and got her cleaned up and ready for bed. It wasn't long before Bethany was out like a light. John went to his bedroom and flipped on ESPN. He tried to focus on the TV, really tried, but his mind kept playing little videos of DeShawn and Becca. 



Video: DeShawn and Becca having morning sex in the shower. Becca swallowing his entire cock and moaning as he took her and came deep inside her. Water beading off their skin, steam coating the glass shower walls, obscuring, but not blocking DeShawn pushing in and out of Becca. Her tits smashed against the glass, her moans and hot breath fogging the glass near her face. 



Video: DeShawn and Becca down at the beach, with Becca wearing her see-through-when-wet bikini, in front of DeShawn and all his friends. Sitting on his lap, sexily, kissing him and running her hands over his chest. DeShawn smiling happily, as he claims Becca as his woman, her nipples rock hard through her swimming suit. Swoops Becca up in his arms and carries her back to his condo, to fuck her. Becca laughing and kicking her legs excitedly. 



Video: Becca undressing for DeShawn. Filmy, sexy lingerie covered her body. A big, lusty smile on her face, enjoying his eyes on her body, barely able to wait until he put his hands where his eyes were looking. Each article of clothing slowly hitting the carpet in his Condo. DeShawn ramming his cock into Becca and his beautiful wife moaning around another pair of panties held in her mouth. 



John lurched out of bed, barely making it to the bathroom and ripping down his shorts, before he came with a huge spurt into the toilet. The sound of his cum, plopping into the toilet water was both exciting and humiliating and he was left breathless, holding himself up against the wall. Disgust, shame and self-revulsion washed over him and John cursed under his breath, as he pulled his shorts and underwear. 



<em>What the fuck is wrong with me? There's nothing sexy or exciting about losing my fucking wife!</em> 



<em>I can't help that I find the idea of Becca and DeShawn together, fucking exciting, and it's going to cost me everything.</em> 



<em>It's all my fucking fault too. DeShawn wouldn't even be in our lives, if I hadn't pushed Becca at him.</em> 



<em>Bethany wouldn't be in your life either.</em> 



<em>How did I get here? How did we get here?</em> 



* * * 



"You want to rack 'em or should I?" DeShawn asked. 



"I'll do it." 



"Ok." DeShawn selected two pool cues and walked back to the table. "Ooooh. I like the way you handle those balls Becca." The sarcasm and double entendre was practically singing as it left DeShawn's mouth. 

<hr pg="5" />A glare, playful, but serious at the same time, met DeShawn's comment. "Well, if you want me to continue handling your balls, you'd better start treating me like a lady mister." 



"Always Becca." DeShawn handed her the pool cue. "I will always treat you like a lady. My lady." 



"You'd better mister." Becca paused and winked at him. "Or I'll smash your balls. Hard and repeatedly." 



His mouth dropped open and DeShawn barked a laugh, he grabbed the cue ball and took it to the top of the table. As he lined up his shot, he looked over at Becca. "I like that you don't take any shit Becca. That's important to me. I could never be serious with a woman who acted like my shadow." 



"Don't worry DeShawn, I'm no one's shadow." 



The cue ball exploded off DeShawn's cue and colored balls shot across the table, several sinking with loud clunks, into the pockets. 



"Not very good huh?" Becca said dryly. "I'm not playing for money, DeShawn, you can forget it." 



"How about for kisses?" 



"Now that is a great idea! I can definitely play for kisses." 



"Awesome." DeShawn winked at her. "We can play for clothes another time." 



Becca slid up next to DeShawn seductively and whispered. "You don't have to win at pool to get me naked." 



"I don't huh?" 



"Nope." Becca gave him a peck on the nose. "You just have to let me win!" She sauntered over to the table and promptly sank three stripes. DeShawn looked over and Becca blew softly on the tip of her cue. "I promise not to beat you too badly, baby." 



"Bring it on Becca. It looks like I'm not the only one who was sand-bagging." He nodded his head slowly, respectfully and dusted the tip of cue. "Ok, we play straight up. Winner gets a kiss." 



"Deal. Now step back, because I'm going to run the table. Get those lips ready baby." 



A few minutes later, DeShawn and Becca found themselves competing fiercely to see who would win at pool. Evenly matched, they glared, kissed and slammed shots into the pockets, both trying to get the upper hand. Becca was ahead one game, when the waitress came by to drop off their drinks. 



"Can I get you anything else handsome?" She asked DeShawn, right in front of Becca. 



Becca's response was immediate and it came without thinking. "You can get the fuck out of here, before I tear out your cheap-ass hair extensions. How about that, bitch?" 



"Easy baby." The waitress said, rolling her eyes dramatically. "You're out with a sexy, good-looking guy, you should expect women to pay him some attention." 



"And you should expect to get your ass whipped, when you come onto another woman's man right in front of her." Becca stepped closer. "You say another word to him and I will break that tray over your head." She stared daggers at the other woman. "Baby." 



The waitress turned and walked away, but not before giving DeShawn a wink. 



"Don't come back over here." He said quietly after she winked at him. "Send another waitress to bring us out check and count yourself lucky." 



DeShawn walked over to Becca. "Are you ok?" 



"Yes!" Becca's response was quick, hot and full of venom. "The fucking nerve of that bitch." Her eyes tracked the waitress and DeShawn could see Becca's train of thought. 



<em>She's seriously going to follow her. Damn, Becca's got a temper. I fucking love that!</em> 



"Becca." No response. DeShawn put his hand on her shoulder. "Becca." Her eyes met his, still flashing with anger. "I'm leaving with you." 



A deep cleansing breath washed through Becca and she smiled shakily at DeShawn. "I'm sorry DeShawn." 



"Don't be sorry, Becca." He kissed her softly. "Did you see me flirt with her?" 



"No." 



"See me even smile at her?" 



"No." 



"That's right Becca, and you never will either. I told you, I'm not a player and I'm not looking for Mrs. Right Now or Mrs. Easy." He pulled her to against his body and whispered in her ear. "I'm looking for Becca. That's the only woman I'm interested in." 



DeShawn released her and gave her a crooked smile. "Wanna go for ice cream or something?" 



"No." Becca said softly and met DeShawn's eyes. "I want you to take me back to your place DeShawn. Please." 



"Let's go." 



Barely 20 minutes later, Becca ran her nails down DeShawn's back, hard, her orgasm so powerful, she lost the ability to control how hard she was scraping his skin. Her nails seemed to make DeShawn thrust inside her more powerfully. They built on each other. Pain, pleasure, desire, hunger. All of them combined inside DeShawn and Becca and forced them to even higher peaks of pleasure. 



"Ahhh." DeShawn groaned loudly as he finally released inside of Becca, he couldn't get enough of her. "Damn. You feel amazing." 



Becca's chest heaved, her orgasm having driven the breath out of her body. "You're not so bad yourself." 



<em>I hope you're pregnant!</em> DeShawn thought happily. <em>I want you to be the mother of my children, well, more of my children.</em> 



"Hang on." DeShawn said quickly and slipped outside of Becca. He walked quickly to the closet and brought back a towel and a pillow. 



"Uuuh. I get the towel, but why the pillow?" Becca said confused. 



"Here." DeShawn lifted her legs, pulling Becca's hips in the air, before he pushed the pillow beneath her hips and covered it with the towel. When he released her legs, Becca's hips rested on the pillow at an elevated angle, clearly keeping DeShawn's seed inside her. "That's better." 



Becca looked at DeShawn strangely. "I don't understand DeShawn." 



"Simple Becca." Her lover slid next to her on the bed, resting his hand on her stomach and smiling at her happily. "I want you to get pregnant with my child. I love the idea of you getting pregnant. I want to be a father, a real father, and I want you to be the mother." 



"Why?" 



"Because you're important to me Becca. Because I don't want to imagine my life without you." He paused and took a deep breath. "Because I love you Becca. I know it, I feel it and I don't want to hide it anymore. I love you Becca." 



Tears formed in Becca's eyes.

