Chapter 10-2

"Why's that?" Sam asks, although she's distracted with her food. "Well, I think we put too much emphasis on gender and stuff like that," Casey explains. "It's a baby. That's what I know. I just want them to be healthy." "So, I'm assuming you're not planning on a gender reveal then?" I ask Casey. "No." She shakes her head. "It'll just be a baby shower, but we are asking people stick with gender neutral clothes and stuff. Just a heads up." "That's a great idea," I include. "Yeah, I like that," Sam agrees. Dinner ends and Shawn and Casey make their exit, which leaves me and Sam alone. I close the front door behind them and find Sam at the sink, scrubbing away at a dish. She's in her head, I can tell, so I approach her slowly and wrap my arms around her waist and rest my head against her back. I listen to the sound of her heartbeat while she continues doing what she's doing. "Do you wanna talk?" I ask. She stops scrubbing and I feel her take in a deep breath. It's ragged and filled with anxiety. I feel it radiating from Sam, but I just hug her a little tighter. "I just like having him close," she admits. "After everything... the thought of him being far away again just... sucks." "That's understandable." "He's the only biological family that I really... need. So, I guess the thought of him moving farther away triggers something in me." She rinses her hands before facing me. "Does that make sense?" "Absolutely," I agree. "It's okay to feel the way you do, Sam." "But it's a year away," she assures herself. "A year is a long time." "It is." Finally, she smiles. "Are you agreeing with everything I say because you actually agree, or because you're trying to make me feel better?" she wonders. "I can't be both?" She tilts her head and I watch her hair fall and cascade over her shoulders. "I guess so," she says. She pulls me into her as one of my hands play with a long strand of her blond hair. "You need a haircut, too," I observe. "It's getting really long." "I thought you liked that?" She lowers her face to my neck and kisses again. "I-I mean," I stutter from the distraction. "I do..." "You like something to grab onto, right?" she whispers against my neck. The jarring, but accurate, response makes me choke on my words. I feel her hands slide down my waist and stop and grab my hips. She pulls me into her and looks at me with a loving, but teasing, expression. Looks like she's feeling a little better after our talk. "You're ridiculous," I say with a smile. "You know that?" "Of course." Then she leans in and kisses me. I inhale and reciprocate, tasting her and feeling the love she has for me. The warmth of the moment pulls me in and seduces me. I try to remember the last time we were intimate and fall short. Suddenly, I feel my body begin to yearn for her touch. "You don't wanna finish doing the dishes?" I ask playfully between our kisses. "They can wait," she says. "I just want you right now." The tone of her voice lets me know she means that, and I feel the same. Knowing that I have nothing else to do today makes me excited to spend the rest of the night wrapped up in Sam, so I follow her to the bedroom and close the door behind us. We fall onto the bed and I bring my face down to hers and kiss under the curtain of my dark hair. I feel her hands glide up my thighs and leave burning trails that make my body buzz, even after all this time. Her lips stray away from mine and continue kissing along my jaw and neck, sending shivers up my spine. Her fingers play against the edge of my jean shorts and tease the button. "Always so eager," I whisper into her mouth. "You really can't blame me." She sits up as I stay straddling her lap. While her fingers struggle against the button of my shorts, my own skillfully pop every button of her shirt and push it off her shoulders. She eventually gets my shorts unbuttoned and I laugh at her small victory. "You're not as smooth as you used to be," I say. Sam doesn't like that, so she flips me onto my back and slides my shorts off without any issue. The suddenness of it all takes me by surprise, but I can't say I don't like it. Then she signals that she wants the rest of my clothes off, so I comply to make up for my ego-bursting joke. Eventually we're both naked and under the sheets, kissing, touching and just being together. I savor her taste, in every form, and enjoy her pleasurable touches against my own body. In my mind, it's perfect as our bodies stay pressed together, as if they're trying to become one. I find myself wedged between her legs watching her unravel. My left arm props me up while my right keeps steady motions to bring Sam to climax. A small vein pops out on her neck as a low and sexy moan escapes her lips. I cut it off with an eager kiss and ignore the cramping in my forearm. I feel one of Sam's arms grab the back of my thigh while the other grips the pillow behind her head. The sight is nothing short of breath taking when she finishes. I fall into the bed next to her as she comes out of her dazed state and pulls me close. The warmth of her body surrounds me, and I feel a sense of wholeness. She kisses my forehead in the process and just looks at me lovingly. "You know," she starts. "You're amazing." "Yeah?" I tease. "Yeah." She's growing sleepy from the long day and extensive physical exertion, so I try to make the most of this conversation for as long as possible. "Well, I can say the same for you, Sam Carson." She smiles. "Do you wanna be Mrs. Carson? Or Mrs. Adams-Carson?" "I don't really have a preference," I admit. "I like the sound of Mrs. Carson, if I'm being honest," Sam teases with half-open eyes. "I bet you do." "Let's go to the courthouse." The statement seems to come out of nowhere, and I'm stunned. Did she really say what I think she just said? The look on my face must give that away because she just laughs and releases a yawn. "What?" she asks. "Are you serious?" I question. She just nods against her pillow. "W-Well, when?" "I don't know." She yawns again. "But soon. Let's go soon." The excitement wells in my chest, but Sam is asleep before she can see the tears of joy that silently form on my water lines. Even though she's sleepy, I know she means it. I curl up into her and imagine actually going through with this and becoming Mrs. Megan Adams Carson. It sends a wave of joy washing over me. And eventually, I drift off to sleep with a huge smile on my face.