Broken Revival

by Autumn Winchester

  Weeks ago, I was happy to hear that my blood tests came back clean. My iron levels were leveling out, and I wasn’t as tired as I used to be. The diet, which consisted of eating just about anything I could possibly want, had helped greatly.

  We had yet been able to enjoy the pool and hot tub, even when Kaleb and Kelly were here, since we didn’t want to leave two babies wondering around. Lilly was now starting to crawl. We would have to plan time soon for Joslyn or Emily to watch Lizzy while we spent a little time in the pool without having to worry about her.

  Elijah was currently giving Lizzy a bath, while I was enjoying some quiet time in front of the fireplace, watching the snow fall. Everything had been quiet recently in the news about Galvin and his henchmen being brought down.

  Elijah had been keeping a close eye on it, wanting to know what people thought about the whole thing. My name was not released to keep my identity hidden. Elijah’s was never mentioned or posted online. I was surprised it was so quiet after all that went down.

  Nothing we already didn’t know ever came out, and most of what did was just speculation. The media thought Galvin was the one to turn himself in, and he’d brought all his followers down with him.

  “Hey,” Elijah said, coming to stand beside me, holding a freshly clean baby who was all smiles. We’d just started giving her oatmeal twice a day, and it ended up in her dark hair more often than not.

  “Hi,” I said, looking at him with a smile.

  “How about we watch some good old Christmas movies? I don’t plan to go anywhere in this weather. We’re under a blizzard watch.” I looked out the window and noticed the sun was covered with dark clouds, creating a dark, dreary day.

  After putting Lizzy in the swing, the only way she would sleep during the day, Elijah put on Home Alone. With a blanket covering us, he pulled me between his legs with my back against his front.

  I leaned against him as he began to kiss the side of my neck, unable to help but lean to one side, allowing him more access.

  “You smell wonderful,” Elijah said, placing kisses along my throat and up my jawline. His hands slowly moved to my waist and up to the underside of my breasts. I arched into him, wanting more. I didn’t have a bra on, so he had easy access.

  “More?” I asked, panting. The fire below burned, needing a release.

  He didn’t hesitate to move his hand up higher, over the hardened peak of my nipples. I could feel his calloused hands rubbing with just the right pressure—not too soft, but not hard, either.

  “We may have fifteen minutes,” Elijah said huskily. “Lizzy won’t stay asleep much longer.”

  “Please, Sir,” I said, knowing that would be more than enough time to at least get a little pleasure. I’ll let him have an early Christmas gift tonight, then, I thought as I blushed.

  “Are you sure?” Elijah asked, kissing the side of my neck again and sucking. I was sure he’d leave a mark, and I didn’t mind one bit.

  “Yes,” I moaned, drawing the word out.

  “You’ll have to stay quiet,” he warned, moving one hand down slowly to the waist of my yoga pants.

  “I can be quiet, Sir,” I said, almost pleading for him to touch me again where I needed him the most at that moment.

  “We’ll see about that,” he laughed lightly before gently nibbling my earlobe. I took a deep breath at the sensation, not knowing if I wanted more of it or less.

  One hand stayed at my breasts, playing and rolling my nipples, making me moan quietly, while the other hand made its way past my underwear. His fingers were warm and began to touch and play with my lower lips lightly, making me crave more—so much more.

  “You shaved,” he breathed out.

  “Yeah. Emily said guys . . . liked it better,” I said, trying to not push against his hand to make it go where I wanted.

  “I do like it, more than you could ever know,” he whispered with a lust filled voice, rubbing my clit and inserting a finger into me.

  “Ooh,” I moaned, closing my eyes and feeling how strong he was. It had been at least two months since I’d had any kind of release, and so much had happened between then and now. I could feel his heat soak into me.

  “You’re so wet,” he moaned, adding another finger. I could feel him hard behind me and would have gladly taken him in my hand if I could have reached comfortably. “Are you wet for me?”

  “Always,” I breathed out as he hit the spot that brought me so much pleasure.

  He knew exactly what I needed. He rubbed his palm against my clit as he began a faster rhythm, pumping his fingers in and out of my body. He pinched my nipple harder, and I came instantly. He continued, slowly pumping in and out until my climax subsided.

  With a smile, Elijah removed his fingers from me. “Better?”

  “Much. Thank you,” I said, keeping my eyes closed and basking in the after effects. I never wanted to move.

  A few minutes later, Lizzy had other ideas, crying out loudly for attention. With me groaning and Elijah laughing, I moved to pick up my daughter with a smile while Elijah went to wash his hands and make a bottle. I changed her diaper and enjoyed the time I had with her.

  I wished the path I had to take to get here hadn't happened the way it did; I would have loved to skip most of the things that had happened to me, but I couldn’t change it. If I hadn’t been sold by my mother, I wouldn’t have found this baby, and maybe not Elijah. Just because we grew up together, doesn’t mean we would have stayed close.

  I was beginning to have the craving for my own children with Elijah—at least one, maybe two, but I wasn’t sure if I was up to going through the checkups to see if I could still have children. I knew from what Emily had said just the week before that the depo shot stayed in a woman’s system for quite some time after the last dose, and I didn’t know what kind of damage had been done when Erick had forced me to lose the baby I had carried.

  I had yet to get my period, but I wasn’t concerned. Vence had said it may take some time, taking in my weight loss and stress. If I didn’t have it by the time I fully decided to have children of my own, I would bring it up to someone.

  For the time being, I was more than happy with how life was turning out. I was happy, content, and falling more in love with Elijah and our daughter.

  Chapter 24

  Elijah

  The snow was piled high by the time Christmas morning arrived. I snuck downstairs early to set the rest of Dawn’s gifts under the brightly lit tree. We had decorated it the week after Thanksgiving. The white tree nearly touched the high vaulted ceilings. Lizzy loved looking at the multicolored lights; they kept her entertained for a few minutes at a time, sometimes up to an hour.

  There was already a number of gifts under the tree for all three of us, and a few for the rest of the family and our close friends. Kelly, Kaleb and Lily would be over tomorrow to celebrate with us. Once Dawn was up, along with Lizzy, we would open our own gifts here at the house, spending our first holiday together as a family.

  Deciding it was late enough, I began to make us breakfast: blueberry pancakes, bacon, and eggs. I had the radio on low, listening to the music while I cooked.

  Flipping the last few pancakes over, I sang along to a song, moving my body with the rhythm.

  I instantly knew when Dawn entered the kitchen. I could feel my skin tingle before she ever came up behind me, wrapping her arms around my waist and laying her face against my back. Her body was warm, and mine responded.

  Looking into her eyes, I could see so much happiness there, finally. It had taken long enough.

  “Thank you, again, for last night,” I said before I kissed her warm lips. She replied, pushing into me and grabbing my shirt tightly, trying to pull me closer to her.

  We had just gone to bed, making sure Lizzy was sound asleep. We left the door ajar, since she was now across the hall in her own bed, even though we had a baby monitor. I normally slept naked, but sharing the bed with someone who had been abused, I decided it would be best to not go
completely bare. It wasn’t until just a few weeks ago that I started to sleep in my boxers and not in pj bottoms.

  I was lying on the bed under the covers, propped up against the pillows and waiting for Dawn. She was taking longer than normal in the bathroom. I was just about to get up and go check on her when she came out, looking like sin.

  She wore her long dark hair down but pinned back off her face as she slowly made her way out of the bathroom. Her eyes were downcast, looking up at me through her eyelashes. She wore a skimpy black baby doll nighty that pushed her breasts up, making them seem bigger than they normally were. I briefly wondered where she got it. Then my brain froze when it dawned on me what she wanted.

  With flushed cheeks, both from arousal and embarrassment, she moved her hands down her own body, starting at her sides, down her hips, and along her creamy thighs.

  I was lost for words as I gawked at her. My mouth was wide open, along with my eyes. I couldn’t take them off her, not for a second. Nor could I form any coherent thoughts.

  “Do I look okay?” Dawn asked all too sweetly as she tilted her head to the side. Oh, the little minx knew exactly what she was doing to me.

  “Uh . . . yeah,” I managed to get out in a daze. Blinking, I swallowed. Loudly.

  “Are you okay?” she asked with a smirk.

  “More than.”

  She slowly made her way to the bed, walking at a slow pace, allowing me to watch her. She deliberately crawled over me, one knee on each side of my legs, her arms supporting her as she leaned down and met my lips. She was gentle, pressing once, twice, a third time before lifting back a few inches. The look she gave me was filled with want.

  "Are you sure?” I half moaned, letting my hands finally grip her around her waist. I only had to press my hard cock up a few short inches and I would have been meeting her warmth.

  “Very,” she moaned, leaning down to give me another searing kiss, this time tempting me by licking my lips. Her hardened nipples brushed against my torso.

  “Tell me to stop and I will,” I said, giving her another chance to back down.

  “I need you,” she said breathlessly, pushing her warm center against me.

  Not able to fight the urge any longer, I moved my hand down to her ass, finding her sans underwear. I was a hot mess, knowing she’d planned this without giving away her nerves the entire day.

  “Dawn,” I said before I traced my lips down her neck, sucking and marking her as mine. I loved seeing my marks on her. “If you play with fire, you may get burned.”

  “Maybe I want to be burned,” she moaned, pressing down on my throbbing erection.

  Deciding to not test my limits—or hers—I helped her lift her nighty over her head. Her breasts bounced as her hair fell over them, teasing me with the view.

  She lifted her body so I could strip my boxers off in one swift move. Dawn set back down, her pussy right over my stiffness, rubbing her clit against me. I moved my hand to her wet pussy, stroking her, feeling the wetness that seeped out, coating my fingers easily.

  I took my fingers, one and then the other, and placed them in my mouth while she watched, sucking her sweetness off them. She moaned, grinding her pussy to my cock, and she was bringing me closer to the edge but I held fast, staving off my orgasm, knowing I could easily have one like this. I wanted to come inside her.

  Dawn, who must have been reading my mind, lifted herself, took hold of my cock and slowly pushed down on me. I slid into her, inch by slow inch. I could feel her tight walls around me, squeezing me tightly. I nearly came on the spot.

  “I’m not gonna last,” I managed to groan out breathily.

  “Neither am I,” she panted out, pausing once I was sheathed inside her.

  She was extremely tight and warm as her pussy sucked me in. She slowly began to move, making her breasts jiggle. I couldn’t help but raise up and take one of her breasts in my mouth. I sucked and nibbled, making her to moan, and she began to speed up her thrusts.

  With one hand, I grabbed her waist, pulling her breast further into my mouth. I took my fingers and ran them down her body, rubbing where we were joined together, getting my fingers wet with her juices. I took one slick with her wetness and circled her hole. She clenched around me and cried out in pleasure, her walls sucking me so hard I came immediately, unable to hold out any longer. I don't think there was a drop of cum left in my balls at that point.

  Dawn fell on top of my body, both of us panting; we just lay there, gently kissing and staying relaxed in each other’s arms, neither one of us wanting to move.

  "Merry Christmas," I whispered.

  “I’m glad you liked it,” she said, turning red as she tried to hide her face against my chest.

  “I more than liked it,” I said, kissing the top of her head. “Now go sit. I’m sure that little girl won’t like to be waiting any more for her own food.”

  I fed Lizzy in between bites while Dawn enjoyed her warm food. She took care of the dishes while I cleaned our daughter up before we made our way to the living room. We worked perfectly together.

  Once Dawn sat on the couch holding Lizzy, I handed out the few presents I’d bought them both, putting my own presents on the table. I wanted to watch my girls open their gifts first.

  Dawn helped Lizzy open her three gifts. One was a blanket she’d made from the material my mom had dropped off a few weeks ago. There was also a toy Lizzy had yet to get from the grandparents. She was little enough that she really didn’t care. The other was a stuffed animal from me.

  “Open yours,” I said, nodding to her own pile.

  She slowly picked up the first one. I knew she had never truly had many gifts for any holiday even before she was taken, so I could have bought her so many if I’d wanted to. She deserved everything she could ever want, but I also knew she didn’t want much, and I didn't even know what she wanted. I just hoped she’d like what I’d ordered for her.

  Dawn

  Slowly opening the first gift, I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my face. It was a simple necklace with a charm of a mother and daughter.

  The next gift was a few books I’d mentioned wanting to read, as I’d read all the books Elijah had ordered for me before. These books were young adult ones but contained more of a mystery theme to them.

  In one slim box was the adoption papers to make Elizabeth our baby—our very own.

  The last gift was lightweight and in a square box. Glancing up at Elijah, I slowly opened it.

  Inside was an iPad, already turned on and loaded full of apps. I had started to play around with Elijah's—with his help, of course—just two weeks before. This one already had a protective drop case around it.

  “Thank you,” I said, happy and content with what he had gotten me. I was worried he would want to go overboard.

  “Not a problem,” he smiled.

  After I nodded my head, motioning towards his own gifts, he opened the top one. I had Emily pick up a few things for me, not knowing what to get him for sure. Emily had decided to get him an iTunes gift card, and a few new history books.

  The last gift was stuffed into a box I was able to find in the attic just the day before while Emily kept Elijah busy over something in the kitchen so I could finish wrapping it.

  He pulled out a fleece tie blanket, which would be more than big enough for both of us to cuddle up on the couch. It was blue camo on one side, while the other side was gray. I’d been working on it off and on all week while Emily had been over, declaring that we needed girl time.

  She was the one who had helped me come up with the idea off Pinterest. I had been addicted to that site since she’d introduced me to it. I found a lot of crafts and recipes I couldn’t wait to try.

  “You made this?” Elijah asked in awe. He knew I’d made Lizzy one, but not him.

  “Yes,” I answered, not sure if he really liked it or not.

  “It’s wonderful. Thank you!” he said, giving me a huge hug. “Emily helped?”

  “
Just to keep you preoccupied all week,” I said shyly.

  “Thank you,” he repeated.

  We shared a few more kisses and some innocent touching before getting ready to go to Joslyn and Vence’s house for lunch.

  Arriving at the Hunter family home, the sun was finally beginning to shine through the clouds. The roads had been cleared of snow long before we ever left the warmth of the house. Lizzy was covered by her new blanket as I carried her to the warming car. I wore a new coat Kelly had ordered for me shortly after I got here, knowing I would need it sooner or later. Underneath, I had on a pair of skinny jeans—the most comfortable things next to yoga pants—and a long sweater that was not too tight but showed off my weight gain.

  Kelly had been right, I did have to get more clothes as I gained weight, and it would be another year before I knew for sure if I was done gaining back the weight that I had lost. I didn’t need too many, but nicer ones as Elijah had been taking me out of the house at least a couple times a month now.

  “Hello, dears,” Joslyn said with a hug before she stole my girl from my hands, and proceeded to get her out of the contraption called a car seat. I could hear Lizzy coo at her loving grandmother.

  “Sure, just ignore us. I’ll make my way to the food myself,” Elijah said, pouting and making fun of his mother.

  “Oh, hush you,” Joslyn said, waving Elijah off with a laugh.

  “Elijah, Dawn,” Vence greeted us, smiling at his wife. “Hope the roads were clear for you.”

  “Yeah, they were just fine,” Elijah said as they patted each other on the back.

  “Good, good,” he replied. “Everyone is in the living room already.”

  “The food is almost done,” Joslyn said as she led the way to the living room after setting the seat next to the door so it’d be out of the way.