Marlene

A few weeks passed after the incident that left a crack in my heart. My stomach was back to normal and I had begun painting again as I used to after my first time losing a baby.

The doctor cleared me to try and have a baby again, but it was strange the way I felt.

I sat outside and painted while Ollie sat on his blanket playing with his toys. A cold chill passed me by so I knew it was time to go inside. It was cloudy today, the dark clouds reflecting my current state of sadness.

I hated feeling like this because it wasn't my fault, the paranoid feeling I had about losing this baby because of my past didn't happen. Yet, I felt like I knew this would happen. It was silly but I had felt since the beginning that I wouldn't make it through this pregnancy.

I walked with Oliver into the house and let him grab his toy car and play in the living room while I began dinner.

Harry would be home soon and I was so happy to just spend some alone time with him. For weeks we had guests like his mom and sister who were so thankful to have Oliver safe.

Gemma hugged me for a long time when I explained that I miscarried and told me that everything had to happen at its time and that one day I would have my baby.

They had left yesterday and it was the first time where Harry and I could be alone for a bit.

I began cutting vegetables for some dinner when I heard the door open and the alarm code punch in. I became distracted and cut down, slicing the side of my thumb. "Ow fuck!" I cried out dropping the knife and running to the sink where the blood dripped into it.

"Marlene!" He ran in and looked at me concerned. "What happened, baby!?" He ran over to grab a washcloth.

"No, not the towel, get some napkins! Do you know how hard it is to get blood out of things." He rolled his eyes getting some napkins.

"I can see you're fine." He shook his head turning on the cold water. I could hear Oliver's little feet paddling their way to the kitchen. "Mumma's fine, she just has a boo boo." He told him. He kept trying to look as Harry grabbed the first aid kit and cleaned the cut. After a few minutes, the cut stopped bleeding and he looked at it. "Not too bad, I think you'll be okay." He said sweetly.

He placed a bandaid on it and wrapped it up nicely so nothing got in it. He gave it a kiss and smiled.

"Thank you." He nodded leaning down to peck my lips.

He picked up Oliver while I looked around at how little I had done today. "Do you want some help?" I shook my head, I didn't feel like cooking anymore.

"I think you should just order something, I need to lay down for a minute." I walked to the bedroom and sat at the edge of the bed where all the tears I had held in, had escaped. I laid down and closed my eyes falling asleep.

*

When I woke up about four hours later I was covered in a blanket and had a very pretty purple flower next to my bed with a small note. I sat up and opened the note but it was just a little handprint with Oliver's name next to it that read "Best mommy in the world." I smiled holding it to my heart. I placed it in the small picture frame of next to my bed to be right next to a photo of Ollie.

I walked down the hall and saw that Ollie was already in bed so I walked in to kiss his forehead. I closed the door and walked down to the living room where Harry was showered and in his pajamas watching a movie on the couch. He noticed me quickly turning to look at me.

I smiled gently going over to sit beside him. "Are you hungry?" I nodded. "I brought your favorite, tacos, real tacos." He joked walking over to the microwave to pull them out. He reheated the tortillas on the stove and brought me them on the couch.

"Thank you." He nodded going back to also get me a drink.

We sat down and he turned the tv to some comedy movie. After I finished eating, I decided to take a shower and brush my teeth. I was wide awake and knew Harry would try to stay up until I fell asleep.

He stood by his dresser and took off his rings and gently placed them next to mine.

I was scared, not to make love or even to get pregnant, but I was scared of disappointing Harry. He had been so wonderful and supportive and I had been so cold. He tried to hold me at night but I just couldn't let him touch my stomach knowing that it was empty. I knew that he was sad, but he was trying and I should at least try too.

He bent down to the last drawer of his dresser and pulled out a heating blanket I used for my occasional cramps. He plugged it in on his side and turned off his usual alarm for work and turned on his weekend one.

"Are you hurt?" I asked sitting on the bed watching as he pulled off his shirt, leaving his muscles on display.

When I met him he was very lanky and over the years he had become so manly and sexy. I bit my lip as he spoke and I realized I wasn't listening. "...it's just sore though, maybe the heat will help."

"Wait for what?" He rolled his eyes playfully shaking his head at me.

"The elevator at work was out of order so I took the stairs, my knee feels a little sore." He sat on the bed and placed the heating pad on his knee and sighed in relief.

I looked down at myself in Harry's shirt and a pair of pajama pants with little flamingos on it. If I wanted to have another baby, we had to have sex and to have sex meant I needed to feel sexy.

I did not feel sexy at all.

I looked at the time and it was barely ten. I sighed thinking of an excuse to change my pajamas into something sexier. I looked over at Harry who was watching a movie. His eyes focused on the screen. I cleared my throat and stood. "These pants are so itchy." He nodded still watching the movie.

I stood up taking off my pants and placing them in my dresser for another night I wasn't trying to get freaky with my husband.

I was now in his shirt and a pair of regular underwear that were not cute in my opinion. I walked over to the closet and looked through my underwear drawer for anything cute, that wouldn't be too obvious I was trying to have sex.

It was silly for me to do this but I didn't just want to have sex with Harry, I wanted him to want me and tell me it.

I pulled my underwear off and slipped on a pair of very comfortable lace panties. I shut the light off and walked out to see Harry on his phone. I could hear the small sound of the music on his game and smile at how cute he looked.

He didn't notice me walk around the bed to get on my side and sit down beside him. "You alright?" He asked me. I nodded changing the movie to something else. Suddenly on the screen was two people having sex. It was a channel for adults that I hadn't gotten around to canceling on our tv service.

"Oh," I whispered catching Harry's attention. He looked up, flinching at the sight of a man completely wrecking and pounding his cock into a big breasted brunette. She moaned as he did this over and over, her breasts bouncing, nipples hard.

Although we couldn't actually see all the sex, it was getting me going.

"Um, the movie channels are in the six hundred." He scratched his head.

I looked up at him and smiled. "You don't want to watch soft core porn with me?" He chuckled shrugging and shifting in the bed. "What do you like to watch when you watch porn?" I cuddled up to him.

"I uh, I don't know." He shrugged.

"Liar, just tell me? Amature, teens, perhaps a little foot fetish videos?" He chuckled shaking his head. "Group?" He shook his head.

"What do you watch?" He looked down at me.

"Usually lesbians because guys dicks creep me out." He chuckled.

"Does mine?" I shook my head leaning down to rest my head on his shoulder.

"No I like your dick, it's very nice." He smiled looking at the tv. The shitty actress in the movie was talking and slowly taking her clothes off in front of another man. She slowly bends down on the desk where he spanks her. "You like that?" I said paying attention to the way his breathing increased and how his cock began to bulge through his shorts. "Does watching her get spanked turn you on?" I whispered in his ear.

"Yeah." He said looking down at me again. "Yeah, it does."

"Do you want to spank me?" He gulped. "You won't ever hurt me, Harry, I trust you, do you trust me?"

"With my whole life." I smiled leaning in to press my lips to his gently for a few seconds. "It's something that's intrigued me since you've asked me to do it the first time but I've always wanted for you to lay over my knee so I could spank you." I raised an eyebrow. "With your permission of course. I don't know why but the thought of doing that sounds so bad, but like in a cool way."

I pulled away and smiled. "I want to lay over your knee and for you to spank me." He nodded. "I trust you and if I don't like something I'll say red like before."

"Okay." I sat up and Harry readjusted himself so I could lay down over legs. I giggled feeling this connection with him that if I'm honest I haven't been feeling in the past few weeks. He lifted the shirt up and pulled my panties down.

"Oh no panties, alright then daddy." He chuckled rubbing his hand over the soft flesh of my ass. His hand ran up to my back, causing me to get goosebumps. I sighed resting my head onto the bed as he did this a few times, relaxing me for a while until I suddenly felt his hand come down on my ass. I yelped but only in surprise.

"Did that hurt?" Panic so obvious in his voice.

"No no, I was just surprised, felt nice." I giggled. His big hand rubbed over the skin and again he spanked me harder than the first time. Although I could feel the slight sting, I could also feel the arousal between my thighs. "M'fuck." I moaned quietly as he did it again. I squeezed my thighs together to relieve the sudden tension I had.

"So good for me princess, maybe when you're bad I'll spank you too?" I couldn't help but moan out as his hand came down hard on my ass. Once again he did it just a little harder, and it was amazing. His hand stayed there for a minute before it slowly slipped between my cheeks down over my pussy. I instantly lifted up my hips as he ran his finger over my slickness.

"Oh, Harry." I sighed in content and pleasure. I had always been so responsive to his touch, but right now I felt as if my lower region was on fire in the best way possible. I couldn't stop the moans as he continued running his finger over my pussy, moving in small circles around my clit.

I pushed back a bit and began pulling down his shorts. His cock sprang free and I instantly opened my mouth and took him practically slobbering all over his cock. I swirled my tongue over the tip to collect the precum forming.

"Shit." He cursed pushing a finger into me. I moaned lowering my head down farther down the shaft. His other hand came to the back of my head where he guided me up and down on him, pushing me down a little farther each time.

I was a moaning mess by the time I realized he had three fingers inside of me. I pulled back cleaning off the drool off my face and caught my breath. He quickly grabbed my face and pulled me in to kiss me with so much passion, rolling his tongue against mine.

I pulled off my shirt and exposed my breasts to him biting my lip. "I love you," I whispered. "You're my everything."

I straddled him and pressed my forehead to his. "I'll never love anyone half as much as I love you, princess, you are my heart and the reason I smile." He flipped us over causing a giggle to escape my lips.

"Harry?" He kissed my cheeks and then my nose, leaving a trail to my lips.

"What is it, baby?" I looked up into his eyes and smiled kissing him once more before whispering so only he and I could hear.

"I want to try again." He knew what I meant, there was no need for explanations or anything. He looked deep into my eyes while reaching in between us and guiding himself into my entrance. I gasped at his size, feeling just a little uncomfortable. He kissed me, letting me melt into his touch as he pushed in farther before pulling back slowly and then again until the feeling began feeling enjoyable.

Amazing actually.

He grabbed the back of my thighs and lifted them above his shoulders so he could get deeper in a way he hasn't in so long. "Marlene." He whimpered kissing my neck. I gripped onto his hair and moaned out telling him how good he felt. "Shit baby, squeeze me like you just did again and I'll cum inside of you so fucking deep." He was breathless against my lips.

"Want you to cum inside of me so deep, baby." I felt his fingers rub at my clit as he changed his position slightly to hit the spot that causes my body to spasm. I gasped against his lips looking deep in his eyes as I felt my whole body jolt as I began having a very intense orgasm. "Harry," I said out of breath.

I held his face in my hands as my legs practically squeezed his head. As I gave in to the pleasure, my walls squeezed tightly around his throbbing cock, milking him and letting him finish inside of me. We both stared at each other with such intensity before I dug my nails into his shoulders and felt the last jolt go through me to signal that my body had just squirted between us.

Harry quickly released my legs and collapsed on top of me, not moving for a second while we both caught our breaths.

Whether or not we made a baby, I knew that he and I would be okay.

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Thank you for reading. Xx

-k