Warning: sexual activities

Lindsey blinked slowly, not sure if he had heard her correctly. She stood up and placed Arabella softly on top of her crib bedding, brushing back soft mousy curls. "Sweet baby" she said, still stroking her hair.

He followed her out of the room to talk. He tried once but she shook her head and pointed down the stairs. He simply nodded and went downstairs, seemingly miles behind her as she quickly made her way to the kitchen. She did everything but talk when she got there. She pulled out left overs to make a quick dinner, turned on the stove and went to work. She tied up her robe and chopped the broccoli and chicken into smaller pieces in preparation for a pasta dish she had in mind.

"Chicken Alfredo with broccoli alright?" she asked in a husky voice.

"Whatever you want, babe"

"Wine?"

"Whatever" he said again. She went to the cabinet and chose a bottle of red, but instantly chose against it, placing it back in the cabinet. "You don't want it now?"

"You never gave me an answer. I think I'd rather just have water in case she wakes up."

"Fine by me."

"See, this is what I'm talking about. This frustrates me."

"Why are you acting like this?" he asked, confusion evident in his voice.

"I--" she begins, almost wanting to shout but thinking better of it. She wasn't actually upset over anything, she was tired. "I don't know"

"What was that up there about you wanting to sell this house? You love this house."

"Of course I do but think about it. Living here has been nothing but hell for both of us! We bought it with the intention of this peaceful, sweet idyllic life where we'd have fifteen children, big birthday parties and family christmases."

"And?"

"We've done nothing but fight, and hurt each other. I watched you suck face with some broad in this house. We sleep in separate rooms, we have separate staircases, for god's sake! Doesn't that bother you? Doesn't that mess with your head, make you question your fucking sanity?"

"Now hold on, you're working yourself up." he told her. "We're getting back on course here. We're working on our marriage and communicating better than we have in years. We just had a baby so we're well on our way to fifteen if my guys do what they did the first time" he said, trying to lighten the mood. He could see a smile tugging at the corners of her lips but she wouldn't let it emerge.

"This isn't funny! Can't you be serious?"

"I'm so tired of being serious, Steph. Of course this place does my head in! Of course I'm tired of looking at all this bullshit and wondering how the hell we got here! It's beautiful and people love it but maybe that means we can make a hell of a profit considering we bought it for practically nothing. You and I did all the work to make it what it is."

"Now you're talking!"

"But what do we do about all this stuff, if you're wanting to start fresh?"

"I don't know...we could have an estate sale!"

"Isn't that for like, dead people or something? When someone really rich dies they sell all their shit?" Lindsey asked and Stevie genuinely laughed this time.

"I have no idea, Linds, I just want to get away from here. Maybe doing that, looking for a new place together, selling our things and just starting over could be better for us than everything else we've tried." Lindsey paced, his hand running through his dark hair, landing at the nape of his neck, fingers laced together. "So what do you think? Am I crazy or am I crazy?"

"Oh you're crazy, alright." he said. "But why the hell not? Let's put this bad boy up for sale!" She squealed with delight, leaping into his arms. He thankfully caught her, grunting a little as her full weight hit his chest. "Jeez, Steph!" He laughed, but was quickly quieted by her kissing him repeatedly on the lips. Her fingers found his curls and she massaged his scalp for a moment as her tongue probed his mouth, asking for access. He granted it and she deepened their kiss immensely. He stumbled back into the kitchen island while water boiled away on the stove. "Steph"

"Mmm?"

"The stove" he managed as she came up for air.

"Fuck it" she said.

"Babe--"

She turned and shut it off. "Now where were we?" she asked and he smiled. "Oh yes. Right...about...here" She attacked his mouth again, her arms draped around his neck. Her body was pressed against his and he touched the collar of her robe. She nodded her approval and he untied it, pushing it off her shoulders slightly. She let him rid her of this item and he tossed it to the floor. He smoothed her back and groped her bum. She was curvier than he remembered, and he liked it, continuing his journey down the back of her thighs, hoisting her up to his waist.

"Is this okay? Am I hurting you?" he asked, remembering their daughter wasn't very old and regardless of how much he wanted her, she needed to be comfortable with continuing. He kissed her neck, sucking the skin there slightly. She moaned, whimpering with the contact, and reached a hand down between them to unbutton his jeans. She slipped her tiny hand inside, widening his zipper with ease. He was hard in her hand and her eyes widened with arousal. She stroked him through his boxers and gasped, overwhelmed by her touch.

"Do you want to stop?" she asked.

"No"

"I don't either" she said, kissing him as he held her up by her back side, squeezing her cheeks as she played with him. "Can we go upstairs?" He nodded, kissing down her shoulder, a hand drifting up her body to lightly fondle her breast. She sighed, arousing him further, as his thumb circled her nipple through the satin of her sleepwear. She hooked her thumb in his belt loop, the other hand massaging him, as he made his way toward the stairs. Her sounds were distracting him, encouraging him to create further reaction from her as she moved her hips, stimulating herself.

"You're so sexy, baby, but you're going to make me drop you." he said and she giggled, turning bright red. "Don't be embarrassed, sweetheart. Just tell me which room? I want you, baby, which room?"

"Ours" she said. He kissed her again, pressing her to the wall to love her a little more. She was trembling, he could feel the tension becoming too much. He worked his way up to their beautiful room and lay her down on the bed. He stripped her romper off, marveling at her body. "Be kind...please" she begged, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Don't you dare cry. You are perfect" he said, kissing her cheeks and lips, moving down to her neck and chest. He held her hip, massaging her soft skin. She pulled his jeans down, his boxers going with them. He kicked his boots off and they landed with a loud thug, making them both laugh.

"Shhh, shhh, we'll wake the baby" She pressed her index finger to her lips and he removed it, pinning her wrist down to the bed momentarily. He nodded his understanding, taking his shirt off to be skin to skin with her. She smoothed his muscles, caressing his back and eventually his bum.

"Tell me if it hurts, okay? I won't be mad if you can't."

"Just do it" she begged. He spread her thighs and carefully placed himself at her entrance. He searched her eyes, gauging her reaction as he pushed himself into her, inch by pleasurable inch. She was tight, wet, her walls hugging his member. He groaned loudly, a sensual sigh escaping her lips.

"You feel so good."

"So do you. Be gentle."

"I will." He pulled out slightly, then back in fully but slowly. She gripped the bedsheets, moaning. "Still okay?" She nodded, biting her bottom lip. He continued, picking up speed. He knew she was ready for him and she didn't ask him to stop, or even slow down. She was enjoying herself, wrapping her legs around him, burying him deeper inside of her. The way she felt was too much for him, quickly building toward climax. "Baby, I'm..."

"Me too. Please don't stop. Touch me." He reached between them, touching her with a feather light touch, but even that was enough to send her over the edge. He milked her orgasm from her, touching her until she became too sensitive, all the while kissing her neck and shoulder as he came. He nearly collapsed on top of her, both of them sweating and panting.

"I love you" he said breathlessly.

"I love you too." She began to cry.

"Was that too much? Did I hurt you?"

"No, baby, it was perfect. You're perfect."

"No, Steph, that's you" She smiled up at him, her eyes still glistening with tears. She placed her hands on either side of his face and mouthed innumerable 'I love you's, pulling his face to hers. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, eyes closed, reconnecting body to body, and soul to soul.