He smiled at her genuine warmth. “I’ll do that.”
Marsha got up to take her leave. As she reached for the door handle, she looked back. “Lance, if you could make this disappear, make him disappear, I’d appreciate it.”
He looked startled for a moment, thinking she was suggesting that he hire a hit squad for Zabi. With the little he knew of what the man had done—he’d read the reports on the scars on her back and legs—he could only imagine the rest and he didn’t blame her. Then, remembering what they just spoke about, he nodded once and watched as she turned and left his office, leaving the door open.
* * * * *
Marsha made one stop before she left the base. As a major in the army, she would need uniforms and gear, at least that’s what she told the supply sergeant when she requisitioned replacements. With her greatly deflated body, she had to guess at her sizes and after trying on a couple of outfits on principle, found what she was looking for. The other gear she checked carefully, placed in a gear bag, signed for, and nodded to the supply sergeant.
* * * * *
Marsha drove home carefully. She was frightened, genuinely frightened for her family. She didn’t recall ever speaking of where she lived while in captivity. She didn’t think Zabi could find her, but then remembering the interviews her parents had given, realized it wouldn’t take much to track her down. Now, under the Freedom of Information Act, the information regarding her return to the army would have to be released. It was a double-edged sword and she wasn’t thrilled about it. She considered carefully what she would tell Heather.
“Hey, babe. I’ll change and we can go shopping. That didn’t take long,” she said brightly as she walked in the door. She was so tired. She’d never had a lot of recovery time and now with the stress of the last few days and the new stress of today, she was exhausted. Still, she would try to be upbeat and cheery. She didn’t want Heather to suspect anything was wrong. She headed into the bedroom to stow her new gear and uniforms.
Marsha didn’t realize it, but her enforced cheery attitude alone alarmed Heather. She knew her well enough to know something was up. Still, if it was classified, she knew she couldn’t ask. So, as a good army wife, she accepted it and began to get the children ready to go out. Both Bahir and Amir would go in the car seats. They could put Liam in the third one, but would bring his carrier to put him in after they picked up Hayley from school.
“Do you know what kind of vehicle we should get or what you would like?” Marsha asked when she returned, tucking her shirt into jeans that finally fit her frame. The jeans were a little tight from her post-baby bulge, but a lot better than the sweats she had practically lived in while at home the past few weeks.
“I was thinking we should get a minivan with all the kids,” Heather said quietly as she looked up and smiled at Marsha. She looked a lot better and was not just ‘acting’ happy.
“Oh, gawd. We really have become suburbanites,” Marsha complained in a good-natured voice as she smiled at her wife.
‘Whatever she had been called back to the base about, it must not be that big a deal if she shrugged it off so quickly,’ Heather thought. “Well, we could get one of those huge, gas guzzling, SUVs?” she offered.
“Oh, could we?” Marsha sounded dreamy as she thought of how much more she would like that.
Heather laughed. Marsha would change her mind when she got sticker shock at the expense of one of those. Marsha picked up the carrier with the baby in it and the diaper bag as Heather took Bahir and Amir’s hands. They headed to the garage.
“Go?” Amir asked as he pointed at The Wreck.
“Yes, Amir, we’re going out,” Heather answered him, using complete sentences to help him learn more English. She’d noticed he spoke in Tajik less and less. She glanced at Bahir as she helped her into the car seat. The little girl tried to speak her native language as much as possible, but in light of the household speaking exclusively English, she too had spoken it less and less although she was still a quiet, little girl.
Marsha snapped the carrier backwards to the car seat where Hayley normally sat. She smiled down at Liam, dressed warmly to go out and gurgling happily. She thought about Hayley and wondered if their relationship would warm up soon. She desperately wanted to hug that child more freely, but refused to force herself on the youngster. She would have to come to her in her own good time.
In no time at all, the two moms had the children settled and in the car. Marsha got in the passenger seat, feeling uncomfortable about always being the copilot on their trips in the car. She had to admit though, she couldn’t have driven when she was enormously pregnant, and she didn’t know the roads as well as Heather.
Heather pushed the button on the garage door opener and the door opened promptly. The car, however, didn’t start on the first try. Or the second. Or the third. On the fourth it turned over, reluctantly. Finally, it was started and she put it in gear to back out of the garage.
They went to car row in one of the nearby towns and began to look around. They passed the various dealerships, looking longingly at the fun-looking and expensive sports cars and luxury cars, and then on to more practical cars for their lifestyle with so many children.
Shopping for cars with two children and a baby was not fun. The two moms were distracted by them. They looked at so many vehicles they were forced to stop, go pick up Hayley, and return. The various salespeople they dealt with tried to be understanding, but it wasn’t until they rode in the Chrysler Town and Country minivan that they felt they had found what they were looking for. It looked like a space shuttle to Marsha and the seating for seven sold it to Heather. It drove like a dream and they weren’t sorry to see The Wreck go. They gave them very little for the trade in, but it was relief to get rid of the old, unreliable car. Transferring their things over to the new minivan, the kids got excited when Hayley pointed out it had a ‘TV’ in it. What it actually had was two flat panels that flipped down so the children could watch a DVD when they rode in it. Amir and Bahir had fallen in love with the few DVDs they owned and Hayley watched them all again since they were new to her siblings. She seemed to enjoy showing off to them all the things she took for granted.
After everything was signed, sealed, and delivered, Marsha turned to Heather and said, “Let’s get new car seats to match the new van.”
“Where do you suggest we go?” she asked. She was very pleased with the newness of the van.
“ToysRUs?”
Hayley, listening from the second set of seats where she sat across from the baby carrier, shouted, “ToysRUs!”
“Hayley!” both of her moms shushed her. They looked at each other and laughed as Heather put the van in gear.
Shopping with four children at a ToysRUs store was a mistake. Hayley seemed determined to get something more than a car seat, and while Bahir and Amir didn’t understand as quickly what some of the things were, they caught on soon enough. The car seats were expensive enough and Marsha and Heather debated over them so long, everyone was crabby.
“Let’s donate these,” Marsha suggested as they installed the new ones that not only matched the upholstery, but looked so clean and new. Each child had their own seat and between the three older ones, they could switch seats so no one was assigned one. Sometimes Hayley would want to sit next to Bahir in the back, and sometimes with Amir, so now they could switch it up. The moms were only concerned that everyone was buckled in. The baby had to be in a snap-in carrier in his seat, facing backwards. It made it easier to reach him if they needed, and it was safer if they were in an accident.
“Why can’t I sit up front?” Hayley asked resentfully when Heather drove and Marsha sat in the passenger seat.
“Children have to sit in the back seats,” Heather told her with a finality that told the child not to push her luck. Heather had noticed that Hayley would argue if Marsha told her things. She wanted them to work it out so that their family life was more harmonious.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
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p; As Heather’s mouth fully engulfed her entire clit and labia, Marsha moaned heavily. It had been years since she felt that sensation and she jerked from it.
They had waited so very long to be together and finding out that the doctor had cleared her wife for lovemaking if not too strenuous, only made Heather want her more. She’d seduced her as soon as the children were all in bed and they had both showered.
Heather let go momentarily to ask, “You like that, baby?”
“Oh, gawd. Don’t stop…pleeeeaase,” she moaned as her body convulsed towards her wife’s mouth.
Amused, Heather took her tongue and made a wide, sweeping circle and then blew cool air on the engorged clit.
“Don’t tease….” Marsha’s hand came down to cup the back of Heather’s head towards her body.
Smiling, Heather took the cooling skin into her mouth, warming it quickly with long strokes of her tongue and engulfing as much as she could into the warmth.
“Mmmmmm.” She began to grind against her wife’s mouth.
Gently, she caressed Marsha’s leg, lifting it over her right shoulder so she could try another angle. Her fingers didn’t stop their caresses on the soft skin and then they encountered wet skin. Still they didn’t stop, but kept right on going…inside.
“Oh, yes, touch me,” she gasped out, her head arching back into the pillow as she let go of Heather’s head to grasp the pillows in her fists.
Slowly, Heather inserted her fingers, first one, then the other into the slickness. She curled them into a ‘come hither’ motion, pressing on the spongy flesh. Marsha went totally limp for a moment. Heather looked up above her wife’s mons to see if she was okay. She could see the super erect nipples over the flesh, two sentinels that made her wish she could be in two places at once. She reached her other arm up so her fingers could play with the pointy tips.
Marsha could feel the touch of her G-spot and it totally defeated her like nothing else could. She went absolutely limp, and then Heather began to move her fingers. Her lips had captured her clit and labia completely, the combination making her nipples rock hard and they actually…hurt. She relished the feelings that Heather was causing in her body. She released herself to them as her wife expertly played her body.
Heather could sense this was going to be quick. Marsha’s body was gushing onto her fingers, down her palm, and as she thrust inside, she could feel the splashing against her own chest. She smiled again as she thrust a little harder, a little faster, and watched her wife come undone.
Marsha arched back, hard. Her neck couldn’t go back any further into the pillows and her fists were pulling at the edges of them. She gasped and the veins in her neck stood out as she swallowed the scream she wanted to let out. She didn’t want the children to interrupt this….
It was as she began to come down from the incredible high and Heather crawled up her body, kissing her way to those erect nipples, that Marsha heard the telltale chuckling noises that the baby made prior to waking.
“Snurkle…snurkle…smack…smack,” went his lips as he let them know he was hungry. “Waa…waa…waaaaa,” he graduated quickly.
Heather sighed. She’d just laid her entire body on Marsha’s in anticipation of her rolling her over and sharing more with her. She put her head briefly down on Marsha’s chest before she murmured quietly under the baby’s cry, “I’ll get him.”
Marsha stretched, enjoying the feel of Heather’s body against her own, however momentarily as she murmured back, “Good, because I didn’t want to get up.” She grinned up at her wife as she looked disgruntled and got up. She enjoyed the view of Heather’s naked ass as it crossed the room, the muscles playing across the skin…it made her hunger for her wife’s body. They had left this too incomplete not to finish. She quickly closed her eyes to suppress her urges for the moment.
“Hey there, little man. What’s the matter?” Heather asked as she reached down for a crying Liam. He kept crying and she felt the fullness of his diaper. He also felt cold. The diaper had leaked through and his entire onesie was soaked. “Oh damn,” she muttered.
“What’s wrong?” Marsha asked from the bed, sitting up and noticing that her nipples were already leaking milk in response to the baby’s cries. She grimaced at the sight.
“He’s wet the whole bed,” she complained as she put him on top of the dresser they were using as a changing table.
“I’ll help,” Marsha offered as she too got out of the bed naked.
While Heather changed Liam, wiping him down so he wasn’t full of urine and quickly putting on a clean diaper and onesie, Marsha pulled the sheet and plastic covering from the crib. She quickly wrapped it all in a ball so no urine would escape. She opened a drawer and pulled out a replacement for both and quickly had a plastic sheet on and then a cute cotton sheet with blue horses. She checked the blanket Liam had managed to wriggle out from under, probably why he’d gotten cold. The blanket wasn’t wet and didn’t smell of urine so she slipped it over her arm and held out her arms to Heather for the baby. Her nipples were really leaking now.
Heather stood and stared as her wife bent over the crib. She had seen her naked of course, but she had never noticed the scars so prominently displayed over her back, buttocks, and upper thighs. They were particularly noticeable in the bedroom lighting, standing out, almost glowing. She swallowed convulsively at the pain her wife must have gone through to obtain those. She blinked rapidly to control the tears. Liam began to nuzzle at Heather’s naked chest from where she held him.
“Something wrong?” Marsha asked quietly as she waited for Heather to put the baby into the blanket in her arms. Already, he was making that clucking sound, pursing his lips in anticipation of being fed. He’d cry again soon in anger if he didn’t get her nipple offered to him and she didn’t want to wake the other children since they were both naked.
Shaking her head, blinking, she came out of the stupor she had been in over the scars. “Here we go, little man,” she said as she turned their son over to Marsha.
“Keep calling him little man and you are going to give him a complex,” Marsha teased. She expertly tucked him into the blanket, folding it over, and then tucked his head under her breast and arm so that she could aim the nipple into his mouth. He quickly latched on…painfully so. Her nipples were still tender and not baby ready.
“He’ll survive,” she smiled as she saw her wife breastfeeding, something she had thought she might be doing at this point in their lives. She hadn’t mentioned to Marsha that she wanted to use the sperm they had saved for her own eventual implantation. She had almost used it last year, but the idea of going through the pregnancy alone scared the hell out of her. The fee at the bank for storing it had not helped her money situation.
Marsha slowly headed for the bed and sat down. Liam squirmed when her nipple popped out of his mouth. “Easy there,” she cooed as she helped him to latch on again. She winced at how hard he pulled. Her other nipple began to drip. She looked up as she noticed Heather watching her tenderly and smiled. “Can you hand me a rag?” she pointed towards one with her chin.
Heather quickly caught on and swiped the rag from the edge of the dresser and handed it to her wife, dumping the used diaper into the sealed trash can while she saw it. She joined her wife on the bed, getting under the covers with her and pulling them up over Marsha’s legs.
“Thanks,” she said huskily as she looked tenderly at her wife.
“That always looks like it hurts,” she whispered back.
“You would think after all these kids it wouldn’t anymore, but each time I have to get used to it again cause each time it hurts,” she sighed as she looked back down at Liam. He was warm, he was tired, and already he was drifting off. He had just wanted a comfort feed. He wasn’t truly hungry; he’d just been cold. She waited until he had drifted a bit further before she wiped his chin to soak up the milk that had dribbled out and, putting her hand behind his neck, lifted him to burp him over her shoulder. It was a wet one and she worrie
d that he would throw up down her back. Instead, he sighed deeply and burrowed into her neck, wanting to sleep. She slowly pulled him back down to her arms and smiled down at her son.
“Want me to put him in the crib?” Heather asked, feeling slightly left out.
“I got him,” Marsha told her as she pivoted on the bed, her legs coming over the edge. Using her muscles to pull her over, she stood up and carried him to his crib, being careful not to jostle him. She laid him on his tummy, his face to the side, and he made suckling noises as he settled in and adjusted. She smiled, watching him for another moment as he slept peacefully in his crib. It was a far cry from the sling she had used on Bahir and Amir. They’d been with her when she fed them, but had frequently been taken by Malekah to show that she, and not Mahsa, was their mother.
“Everything okay?” Heather softly called, watching the soft look on her wife’s face.
Marsha looked up, seeing her beautiful, naked wife waiting for her in their bed. The blanket had slipped beneath Heather’s breasts, seemingly displaying them for her, waiting for her too. She felt the return of the desire she had been feeling for her wife not so very long ago. “Yes,” she answered with a smile and began to crawl up the bed towards her wife, stalking her like a predator.
“What are you doing?” Heather giggled.
“What do you think I’m doing?” was Marsha’s rejoinder.
Heather watched, fascinated, as Marsha crawled up the bed, her breasts hanging down, much bigger than they had been five years ago after Hayley’s birth. She firmly pushed away any thoughts of the scars on Marsha’s backside as she eagerly anticipated what her wife would do to her. She wasn’t disappointed as Marsha got right into her space, right in her face, and kissed her deeply….
Marsha smiled into the kiss, enjoying the familiar feel of Heather’s lips beneath her own. Her lips were just so…kissable that she couldn’t help but enjoy. They were full, warm, and begged to be sucked. She indulged herself as she nibbled, sucked, and licked at them, arousing her wife.
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