Good Things... by Sue

Good Things... by Sue

*disclaimer*

Eric is real. He really is Em’s husband and she really does live and work in Paris. Em is not AJ’s secret wife. And I know this because I have met Eric… THIS IS FICTION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Please do not forget it!

Thank you…

*disclaimer*

"Coming to bed Honey?"

"Yeah, I won't be long. I'm just finishing off the update.” I clicked on upload files.

"Emma!"

“What?"

"I really wish you wouldn't do that. Someone’s going to realise all of that stuff is true."

"No one in their right mind would believe that any of my stories are true..."

"Emma..."

"What?"

"You know how crazy some of our fans are..."

I sighed. "I suppose..." I paused, "but this doesn't mean I'm going to stop... Besides, everyone thinks my husbands name is Eric..."

He laughed. "True..."

I thought about the life I had woven for my readers. Living in Paris, working for an Embassy, happily married to an Eric with a daughter called Cassie, who was almost two. The truth? Actually living in LA, or touring with my actual husband Alex and our daughter called Cassie. Keeping it from the fans was hard, but we somehow managed. Only my closest readers knew the truth and they were sworn to secrecy. But then, who would actually believe the truth?

"Almost ready?"

"Just shutting down now." I logged out of my messenger and I switched off the computer. I yawned as I made my way to the bathroom to do the necessary and did the nightly ritual of taking my temperature and recording it. I checked against the day before and sighed. I really wasn’t in the mood for this.

I walked into the bedroom and started taking off my clothes. “So?” he asked.

“It’s time.”

The smile I was expecting didn’t spread across his face. “OK.”

I climbed into bed next to him. He put his arms around me and I traced the contour of his face with my fingers. I leaned up to him and kissed him, slowly and gently. He rolled us so I was on my back with him on top of me.

He ran his hands down the length of my body. He coaxed my legs apart and I sighed when two fingers entered me. I closed my eyes at the feeling and my body was soon moving in time with his fingers.

I groaned when he withdrew them and I opened my eyes. “Emma,” he whispered, “do you want to try and make a baby?”

I looked him straight in the eyes, “Yes”.

I moaned in pleasure when he entered me, our bodies setting up a comfortable rhythm. But I soon realised that there was something wrong. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but there was something not quite right. It took me a while to figure it out, but eventually I did. There was no oomph in the thrusts, no feeling. It was as if he was going through the motions, not really wanting to do this.

“Alex,” I said, “Alex stop and look at me.” He stopped his movements and looked at me. “What’s wrong?”

“What do you mean?”

“Something’s not right. I don’t know what it is, but it doesn’t feel right, like you are being forced to do something you don’t want to.”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

I sighed. “Alex, do you want to do this?”

“Of course I do. I want to have another kid with you. I love you and I want to show everyone that.”

“I mean, right now. This second.”

“Of course I do…”

“Alex,” I chastised, “do you want to have sex with me tonight?” I paused, “and remember I know when you are lying.”

He sighed. “No…”

“Thank fuck, cos I don’t either.”

“Really?”

“Alex, I’m knackered. And I’m fed up of taking my temperature everyday and only having sex when ‘its time’. I want the Alex I used to have, the freaky one who will fuck me everyway I want. Not the boring one who will only make love to me in a certain position, which he has been told that will get me pregnant.”

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying…” I paused. “I’m saying… Fuck, I don’t know what I’m saying.”

“You’re saying that you want to give up trying to have a baby with me.”

I sighed. “Its not that I don’t want to have a baby with you. I’m just thinking, what happens, happens. Like it did with Cassie.”

He kissed me on the lips, “you’ve got it. What happens, happens.”

*one year later*

“If you so much touch me one more time Alex James McLean so I get into this situation. I will kill you.”

“Yes babe.”

“Don’t you ‘yes babe’ me. I’ll make you hurt as much as I do…”

“Yes babe”

“If you say…” a scream tore from my lips as pain ran through me.

“I’m proud of you.” He whispered, once I was finally over my contraction. “I love you.”

Good things come to those who wait.

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