With some nervousness Dirk and I made the long trip to pick up his mother from the medical center. I still blame myself for the fire that put her there in the first place and so I am surprised that she wanted to come back to me. In retrospect, I know there was nothing I could have done, but this does nothing to assuage the feelings of guilt in my heart.
I am supremely glad that my relationship with Cassandra never went beyond the childish flirting stage, that would be all I needed, more guilt to pile on to what is already on my plate. It was a thrill, just contemplating being with another woman, especially given the length of time that has passed since I last sanctified our union with my teen bride. Now though, as I walk up the steps of our home with her all I can feel is gratitude to the hands that steered me to this point in my life.
Conscious of her still fragile state, I turned to encourage her to a seat on the sofa, stifling my own desire to ravish her where she stood. To my surprise, she hugged me laughing, asking what it was that was on my head. Sheepishly, I stammered something about wanting to make myself look better for her. I don't think she bought it though as she looked at me with a knowing expression. I was then ordered to get rid of it and dress in a manner more befitting my true style and position as a former high school teacher. Following her instructions I then patiently waited for my bride to return.
Stunned, is all that I can say to the vision of loveliness that on descending the stair ended my wait. She grinned at my reaction, and leaped into my arms. While this thrilled me to no end, I was concerned about her health and hurriedly put her on the floor. We sat and talked of all that had transpired during our enforced separation. She laughed and said she wished she had a picture of my face the night I had walked in to find Lilith Pleasant about to take Dirk into her lovely young body. She asked if I was more concerned about my son fathering a child on a teen as I had, or envious of him. I blushed at that, never have I been able to understand the way that my bride is able to see right into my innermost thoughts and fantasies. I suppose that is the meaning of love.
I detected a growing fatigue in her then, and suggested I relax the strain in her back and shoulders. She gratefully acquiesced and allowed my fingers to manipulate her tired form. I was pleased with myself, I only slipped onto an area not part of my physical therapy task briefly.
Finished, she turned to face me. At this point, I forgot myself and gathered her into my arms pressing her body into my own and kissed her. She responded, with a hunger and passion that I not only did not expect, but that I thought had been lost to me forever. As our lips parted, she asked me to make love to her. With the part of me still cautious about her fragile health losing its battle to the sex starved male part, I picked her up and climbed the stairs.
As we undressed, and I saw her naked form for the first time, I was amazed at how the new cellular regeneration process had restored her burned body to an unblemished state. I asked her to dance then, and the dance turned to passion and love which ended with me losing all control and pounding her mercilessly on the bed when she begged me to take her. Completely out of control is all I can say as I forgot the she was not in a state of health conducive to motherhood as my manhood filled her writhing body with the juices of orgasm. Concerned about my lack of compassion and control, I helped her ready for bed and then went to discuss with Dirk a schedule that would allow his mother to regain her strength gradually.
On the morning's arrival, My bride descended the stairs in her formal attire. Stating that she had many plans for the day, she wanted to start by taking advantage of the glorious sunshine and grouping out front for a family portrait. Flanked by Dirk (who never has learned to stand still) and myself she gave the order to the photographer to take the picture.
After I paid the photographer I went inside to find her already changed and in the kitchen fixing pancakes. My heart leapt into my mouth as I remembered that horrible night and rushed to get her away from the stove. She yelled at me then, saying she was not a china doll and that we had to put the past behind us and move forward. Ordered out of her kitchen I went to change, grateful that I had at least had a sprinkler system installed. As I was helping my bride with the dishes, she said that once we got ahead a bit financially we needed to modernize this tired old kitchen, at the very least a modern dishwasher would be nice. I asked "what am I chopped liver?" Her loving punch at that finished my transition into an acceptance of the order of things.
I went outside to putter in the yard and rake the leaves that had begun falling. It was with some concern and no small amount of attraction that I watched my bride come out a few minutes later in an exercise frock and settle down to work on her muscle tone. Not certain if it was my concern that she not overdue it so soon, or my appreciation of her lithe form, I found myself gravitating towards her with my eyes constantly focusing on her movements.
The morning passed slowly as I thusly occupied and slowly relaxing, while she worked at restoring her physical state. Shortly before Dirk was to arrive home from school, my bride rose from her seat, causing me to pause, rake in my hands in time to observe her stifle the breakfast rising from her gullet.
Cursing myself for my lack of control last evening, I ran over to her just as the realization that she was with child dawned in her eyes. I slowed my approach as I saw the joy in her eyes as this knowledge spread through her form.
Still it was with concern that I took her in my arms and asked if there was anything I could do to relieve her distress. With radiance showing from her eyes she said "kiss me you fool" an order to which I happily complied. We parted then and she hungrily started pulling at my clothes with one hand, while removing her own with the other. I clumsily moved to assist and then was pulled to the ground and drawn into her panting body as we made love on the grass, something we had not done since that day in the woods behind the school building when Dirk was conceived.
Somehow I managed to maintain enough control so that I did not explode into her as the ground beneath us shook with the force of her climax. If her illness was merely a case of indigestion I did not want to take the chance of making it a real pregnancy so soon in her recovery. We sat there on the lawn, and she asked why I had not allowed myself to come, was there someone else? In response to the question, and the fear in her eyes, I told her the truth, that I was worried about her health.
My bride then pulled me to my feet and said that her health was just fine thank you, and that if I did not soon loose my china doll treatment of her she would show me just how fit she was. She went on lecturing me about MY HEALTH and how it was not a good thing to reach such a state of arousal and then deny my body its release. Blushing I agreed with her and went to hug her only to find empty air as she had fallen to her knees and was beginning to work on restoring my Chi. What's a man to do, I stood there and gladly accepted her concern for my well being.
