Chapter 139 Homesick

Chapter 139 Homesick
Bailey 

We’re halfway through our fried chicken, mashed potatoes, green beans, and buttery rolls when Mom’s gaze drifts out the window. 
“It’s so beautiful out here in the country,” she says. “And quiet. I don’t think I’ve heard anything but the wind since I got here.”
“It is very peaceful,” I agree.
Rian sits beside me, and Jericho sleeps in his baby swing as we eat. 
“It’s the perfect place for you to visit with us when we visit New York,” I add. 
She smiles at that. “I love that you came all this way just to see me. Thank you so much for coming.”
“Of course, Mom. I wanted you to meet my family. Although... I am getting a little homesick. We will probably head home soon.” 
“I completely understand,” Mom says. “You have a routine and a life back home.” 
“Thank you for understanding.” I smile at her. 
“Of course, Bailey,” she says. “So Rian, how are you liking fatherhood?” 
“I love it,” he replies. “It’s a bit challenging at times, but he’s a good baby.” 
“He does seem to be very content,” Mom agrees.  
We keep eating as we talk, the food steadily disappearing from the plates between pauses in conversation.
“Bailey says you take good care of her, and I can tell that you do,” Mom says to Rian. “I want to thank you for that.”
“Absolutely,” Rian nods. “I love Bailey and Jericho more than anything.” 
As everyone finishes eating, I clear the plates from the table while my mom and Rian keep talking, getting to know each other a little better, and it makes me smile seeing them finally meeting like this.
After a cup of coffee and a piece of pie, the sun begins to set, and Mom says she should probably head out soon if she wants to drive back before it gets too late. She bends down to kiss Jericho’s foot in his baby swing, and I walk outside with her to say goodbye.
“You take care of yourself and that gorgeous baby,” she says, tears in her eyes. 
“I will, and we’ll be back to visit soon.” 
“Good.” She steps forward and pulls me into a hug. I hold her tight and feel like maybe through my own experiences of motherhood, she and I are healing some of the things that kept us at arm’s length before. 
We both say I love you and goodbye, and then she gets in her car. I don’t move until the headlights disappear. 
Rian is doing the dishes when I get back inside the toasty warm cabin, and Jericho is just starting to wake up for his second dinner. 
“I’m glad we got to see your mom,” Rian says quietly.
“Me too,” I answer.
“I’m also glad you said you’re ready to go home,” he adds. “I wasn’t sure how long you wanted to stay, but I feel like I’m abandoning our pack the longer we’re gone.” 
I stop the baby swing and lift Jericho out to change his diaper and nurse him. “I miss Silverhide. I know it’s time to go home. We can always visit here again sometime soon.” 
“Absolutely,” he says, finishing the dishes. 
“Should we get a good night’s sleep first and leave in the morning?” I ask. 
“That sounds perfect,” Rian says, sitting in the chair next to mine. 
As I look down at my baby and over at my husband, I can’t help but smile, thinking I must be the luckiest woman in the world, no matter where I am. 
When Jericho finishes nursing and drifts off again in my arms, I carry him to his room and lay him down in his crib. I stay there a second, watching him breathe. 
Rian comes up behind me, resting his hand on my back. Then we step out of the room and head into our own to get ready for bed. 
I stretch out on the sheets, the cool fabric sliding over my bare skin as Rian climbs in beside me. His hand finds my waist immediately, pulling me closer until my back presses against his chest. I feel his breath on my neck, while he slowly circles down my stomach with his fingers.
"You looked beautiful today," he murmurs, his voice low against my ear. 
His palm cups my breast, his thumb brushing over my nipple until it hardens under his touch. I arch back into him, feeling his cock already stiffening against my ass.
He rolls me onto my back, hovering over me, his knees spreading my thighs apart. His mouth descends, his lips closing around one nipple, sucking hard enough to make me gasp. His hand slips between my legs, two fingers parting my folds and pushing inside my already-wet pussy without hesitation.
I moan, my hips lifting to meet his thrusts. He pumps his fingers deeper, curling them against that sensitive spot while his thumb circles my clit. His cock twitches against my thigh, thick and ready.
"Fuck, you're already soaked," he growls, pulling his fingers free and replacing them with the head of his cock. 
He pushes in slowly at first, until he's buried to the hilt. I wrap my legs around his waist, my fingernails digging into his shoulders as he starts to thrust.
Each stroke drives deeper as Rian grabs my wrists, pinning them above my head with one hand while the other grips my hip. His pace quickens, his hips snapping forward. I clench around him, my pussy gripping his cock with every withdrawal.
He leans down, biting at my neck, then kisses me hard, his tongue pushing past my lips. My orgasm builds fast, pressure coiling low in my belly. 
"Rian—" I cry out, my back arching off the mattress as I come, my inner walls pulsing around his length. 
He doesn't stop, fucking me through it, chasing his own release. With a grunt, he slams in deep one last time, his cock throbbing as he fills me. 
We stay locked together, our breathing ragged, his weight pressing me into the sheets. He kisses my forehead, then my lips again, softer now. 
He finally eases off me and rolls to the side, and I move with him, staying close against him. Our breathing slows as we get comfortable, his arm still around me, everything quiet after. Tomorrow sits in my mind—going home, back to Silverhide, back to our pack. 
Rian holds me a little tighter, and I close my eyes, already thinking about the trip back as sleep starts to take us.