Dilemma

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Claire looked out through the kitchen door at the scene in the other room. John laying back on the couch, the knee he injured a few weeks ago being iced after a day at work, as it still became swollen and Zac now nearly one, still with very little hair and what there was, was so very blonde, sitting on top of John, giggling at John’s faces. They had such fun together, Claire loved watching them, the ritual that had started before she had returned to work had continued and Claire welcomed the time to herself, would they be able to cope though if what she suspected were true? She thought so, but knew you could never be sure.

Oh John, I love you so much, thought Claire, looking at him, her eyes taking in his whole body before finally gazing at his knee. Claire knew it was bothering him a lot, there were times when he hardly ate, and it had caused inventiveness in their love making, but it hadn’t stopped them. Claire smiled at the thought, she usually ended up on top since the injury, a position she enjoyed. Just thinking about it she knew exactly how John felt inside her, as she thought about it she was sure she could almost feel him in her right now. She loved the way she could make him rub against her clit on each stroke; it was enough to make her feel damp inside.

Wandering out Claire pulled up a footstool and sat down next to John, rubbing her fingers over his head, and then down his face to his lips, where they were lovingly kissed.

“How was your day?” asked John.

“Not bad, the jury retired late in the afternoon, I hope they’ll have a verdict by lunchtime.”

“That’d be good, then you can take me to the doctor.”

“What!” Any thoughts Claire had about broaching the subject uppermost in her thoughts fled.

“I had to see the FME today as the knee’s taking too long to recover, and I’ve got to see a surgeon tomorrow or risk the wrath of Meadows. I might have to have an arthroscope to tidy it up inside, they think there may be a tear in the cartilage or maybe a bone flake causing the problem.”

“That’s quick, isn’t it, the next day?”

“Yeah, I think someone knew someone. If I do, it’s in and out in a day, then rest for a few days. You know lots of sports people have these done.”

“It might be more than a few days John,” replied Claire, knowing John all too well and hoping he wouldn’t rush his recovery.

“Yeah, well maybe, but you know me.”

Claire nodded, she did.

John continued, “Time for the ice to come off. Do you want me to bath Zac?”

“Can you?”

“Yeah, we could have a shower together, couldn’t we mate?”

John got a grin and a laugh as a reply. He took that to mean yes.

After the shower Zac, as usual, was cruising around the furniture, John watched from his prone position, leg raised, on the couch wearing an old t-shirt and a pair of boxers, when Claire entered the room. “Mum,” Zac said and for the first time let go and took the few steps needed to be at her side unaided.

John and Claire both looked at him in amazement.

“Wow,” said John, “he’s just walked.”

Any hope of further conversation between John and Claire vanished as the phone rang. Claire scooped Zac up, deposited him on John, and then answered the phone.

It was John’s brother, so she swapped the phone for Zac and sat in the armchair and read Zac a story and before giving him a final breast feed. John was still talking, having covered the topics of children, partners, and then knees, before finally finishing and looking over at Claire. The two of them had fallen asleep.

John struggled up from the couch and lovingly untangled his son from his lover and carefully carried him to his cot. Standing there for several minutes looking at him with awe. It still amazed him that he had played a part in creating this perfect, well it seemed that way to him, human being. He wondered if Claire was ready to carry another child again. He knew they both wanted more, but the question was when, and they certainly had fun practicing.

On returning to the lounge he found Claire had woken. “Thanks for putting him to bed. Was he OK?”

“Sure, he didn’t stir. You look like you’re ready for bed too. It’s not too much is it for you, working, I mean.”

“Oh John,” replied Claire with a grin at the mess John was making once more with words, “No, I don’t think so, you know some days are just worse than others.”

“Sorry, about not being able to do so much ‘cos of this knee.”

“John, you are a great help, so just stop talking and come to bed with me. There is something I need you to do right now to help me.”

Claire left the room, being followed eagerly by John. They arrived at the bedroom, Claire leant on the doorjamb and waited for John who wrapped his arms around her and started passionately kissing her lips, which responded immediately, opening slightly allowing their tongues to duel and probe each other. Claire held John as close to her as she could and started rubbing her pelvis across John, they could both feel him grow larger as she did this, fuelling their desire for each other.

John pulled his t-shirt over his head and leant back slightly, making sure Claire could still rub herself over him, while he removed her top and bra which allowed her breasts to escape their confines. Her aureole had stayed large and slightly darker as a result of her feeding their son, which she still did twice and sometimes three times a day. John loved watching that maternal scene, partially envying his son, but also enjoying the tranquillity of that time. He could see her nipples had already become quite erect even though he’d not yet touched them.

“Claire,” breathed John huskily, “I was wondering,”

“Don’t, not now,” panted Claire in reply chewing on John’s lip and preventing further speech as she used her hands to push down his boxer shorts freeing his giant erection.

“Please Claire,” panted John and took her by the hand to the bed where he unzipped and pushed down her pants and undies, then using his fingers felt for her clitoris, and found Claire was as stimulated as he was. For further proof he inserted a finger and then two into her vaginal opening and found them gripped with enthusiasm and a moan from Claire.

Carefully John lowered Claire to the bed, and then even more carefully, to avoid hurting his tender knee positioned himself half on the bed and half off. He then proceeded to kiss Claire’s breasts, using his lips on one and very gently rubbing the other, feeling the nipple react under his touch.

Having kissed all the way around the breast he arrived at the nipple and gently put it in his mouth, rubbing it with his tongue creating a strong surge of desire in Claire as she rocked her pelvis up and down, before he finally sucked it gently, inevitably getting a bit of milk in his mouth. Then having pleasured one breast he swapped and started kissing the one that had been gently rubbed.

Claire was starting to moan continuously as John expertly stimulated her nipple, her pelvis rising higher as she strained for release.

While John was pleasuring her breasts Claire was using her hands to touch, rub and hold John at every opportunity, however she was worried about him moving suddenly and creating more pain in his knee and being unable to bring her down from the orgasm that was building.

Finally John left her breasts, he knew Claire was fully aroused, and he manoeuvred himself so he was now fully on the bed. Claire spread her legs and drew her knees up towards her hips, trying to give her injured lover as much room as possible. She wanted to feel him inside her, but John wasn’t quite ready to enter her just yet. He teasingly began to kiss her stomach, while using one hand to make sure her arousal level didn’t drop.

Soon it became too much for John to hold out any longer. Leaning slightly to put his weight on his uninjured side he moved himself up towards the head of the bed and with one hand guided his engorged rod into Claire, feeling himself enveloped by her welcoming dampness. Keeping his weight off his injured knee he slid in and out, feeling the grip and release as he continued pistoning, being meet by the up thrust of Claire’s pelvis in time with his movements. Claire was panting with desire and John was having great difficulty breathing with anything like normality.

By now John could feel his shaft starting to throb. He was very aware that Claire was close to her orgasm when he managed a slightly deeper thrust and his subconscious took over as he exploded within Claire, just as she peaked, her muscles squeezing John’s shaft with every spurt he shot into her as they both enjoyed the highs of their orgasm separately and together.

As they finished climaxing John accidentally moved causing a scream of agony to escape from his lips, he’d moved his knee the wrong way. Somehow he quickly got off Claire and lay on his back panting with pain, reminding Claire of the breathing techniques she used when Zac was born. A thin sheen of sweat was coating John’s body and when Claire rolled over she could see the tears in his eyes.

“Oh John, you poor thing,” she said concernedly as she gently stroked his face from his hairline down to his chin, then kissed his face around the eyes, tasting his salty tears that had escaped unbidden. “Do you want some painkillers?”

Somehow John managed to answer through gritted teeth, “No, they are for wimps.”

“John, there is nothing wrong with taking them,” replied Claire, “I know you are definitely not a wimp. You should take a couple, at least that way you’ll get some sleep,” and Claire got up to get John’s medication.

The first fiery stabs of pain had started to ease and John’s breathing was starting to calm down slightly by the time Claire returned with the pills and a glass of water.

“This bottle’s full,” Claire stated incredulously. “No wonder you have so much pain. What about the cream, have you been using that?”

There was no need for John to reply; Claire could read his expressions so well. “Oh, John,” she said despairingly. He was so frustrating at times.

“You know I hate taking those things.”

“Yeah, my macho man,” but their was a hint of compassion in her voice, along with the sarcasm. “You should let me be on top till it’s better,” Claire added.

“I know you like it, but I just wanted to……, you know,……… I feel so useless with this,” and John pointed to his knee, that had become a tad more swollen.

Claire took pity on John, she knew what he was trying to say, and he wanted to feel he was providing something of value to the relationship. “John, by now you should know you never have to prove yourself to me, I love you. Everyone says how lucky you are that I came into your life, but believe me, you complete me. I know that sounds so corny, but it’s true. I never want to live without you, even if I have to put up with injuries, but please let the medical people do their job, take the pills, use the cream, it might even help,” and she bent over and kissed John very gently but full of passion on his lips, and was pleased, but not very surprised to find them responding.

Breaking contact Claire left John, it was after all up to him to decide whether to take the pills or not. She checked on their son, who was fast asleep, so peaceful, she just stood and looked at him for several minutes. She knew she had to talk to John, wished he could be there with her right now, it would be a perfect moment.

Leaving the sleeping boy, Claire tiptoed past her bedroom, but peeked in, it looked like John may have taken the pills as the water level had gone down. She went to the kitchen and got a glass of water and took it to the computer in the study. She had some research to do, and the Internet was a great place to find answers. As usual Claire managed to find what she wanted fairly quickly and as usual became so involved in reading it that before she knew it two hours had passed.

Quickly Claire turned off the computer, stretched and crept back to the bedroom. She was pleased to notice that John seemed to be managing some type of sleep, and soon she too was asleep, as close as she dared, but Taking care not to touch his injured knee.

The next morning John was the first to wake, surprised to find how long he’d slept for. Maybe Claire was right, he thought, perhaps the pills did help. He lay there, consciously keeping his leg in a straight line as he gently tried to flex the stiffness out of it. After a few minutes, though not great, it had improved enough for John to feel he could get out of bed. He headed off to the kitchen for coffee, when he heard a familiar noise from down the hall.

Quietly opening the nursery door, John saw his son standing at the side of the cot. “G’day mate,” said John, beaming all over his face.

“Dadda,” was the smiled reply from his son.


John limped over and lifted him from the cot, and quickly changed his nappy, “You want to see if Mummy’s awake? Breakfast drink for you?”

Picking up his son John made his way back to the bedroom, “Claire?” John said quietly, fully prepared to play with Zac until Claire was awake, but it wouldn’t be necessary.

“Mmm, bring him here,” was the sleepy reply accompanied by outstretched arms to take Zac, as she knew John would find it hard to bend down. John stood and looked at his son and partner, it was something he never tired off, watching Zac feed and Claire nurture him and once more he found himself thinking about the possibility of more children. If Claias mas more awake John thought he would bring the topic up, maybe later, mornings were always such a rush, and he headed off to make the coffee.

Late in the morning the jury in Claire’s case returned finding the prisoner guilty, YES echoed around inside her head, she loved winning, she and John had much in common. After finding a shop and buying a sandwich and eating it in the car, it was, Claire decided time to find out where John was. She switched on her radio, in case there was anything going on, while she pulled out her mobile and earpiece to call on which to call John.

The mobile and earpiece remained in her hands, as she heard Dale Smith on the radio reporting seeing John Harrison, who they’d all been looking for and what did they want him to do. Then Jack Meadows came on saying he was nearby with John and they’d be over, to just keep him under observation and not to lose him. Jack then asked Dale to get another car over just in case. On hearing the location broadcast Claire decided to meet them there too.

Claire found she was the last to get there, seeing Jack, John, Smithy, Cass, Tony and Nick standing and from the look of Jack being told what to do. Suddenly she saw that Harrison had noticed them and took off at a run. Followed by the ‘Sun Hill Six’, for once John wasn’t in the lead, he and Cass were bringing up the rear when she heard a louder version of the painful scream she’d heard in bed last night, only this time John fell to the ground clutching his knee.

The leading four turned, Cass yelled at them, “Keep going,” and then she turned and saw Claire running towards them. It didn’t take Claire long to get to John. She could see the tears in his eyes; he was desperately trying to hide them and stop them from falling and she heard his breath come in pants as he battled the pain once more. Squatting beside him, Claire gently stroked his head and wiped the tears away before they became too obvious, much to John’s relief.

After a few minutes Claire stood up, she knew John wasn’t keen on public displays of emotion, especially in front of colleagues, even ones like Cass that he got on reasonably with.

“It’s not too good, is it? His knee I mean,” asked Cass.

“No, but fortunately he’s got a doctor’s appointment this afternoon, I was going to pick up Zac on the way, but I don’t know if I’ll have time,” replied Claire worriedly.

“I could get him if you like, it’d be practice. I finish soon, and then Sam and me could take him to ours and you could get him when you’ve been to the doctor’s. If you like that is.”

“Yeah, do you mind? I’ll ring up and let them know you’ll pick him up.” Claire reached into her jacket pocket where she’d shoved her mobile on arrival and made the call.

John meanwhile was still lying on the ground, the pain in his knee slowly subsiding. He did however have a great view up Claire’s skirt. Why’d she wear a skirt, John wondered, knowing full well that Claire much preferred pants. Maybe ‘cos she was in court. Whatever reason he wasn’t complaining, he could see all the way up her legs, for some reason she had no tights on, and her undies, the blue lacy ones he’d given her for Christmas that she’d modelled that night and nearly had them ripped off by John in his haste. He was pleasantly surprised at how tough and delicate at the stimetime they were. The memories came flooding back, creating a warm feeling and some growth in his groin, when Cass’s comment about practice sank through his warm glow.

Reluctantly he moved his eyes away from Claire and tried to check out Cass, but he wished now he’d paid more attention to information about pregnant woman in general. He’d only ever been interested in one. There was no obvious bulge, he knew that much, maybe she was a bit pale, but that could be anything, she hadn’t run as fast as he knew she could, but again that could mean anything. Maybe she was just babysitting.

John gave up looking at Cass, and moved his eyes back to Claire and the view she was unwittingly giving him. He wished they were alone right then so he could do something about the bulge that was growing in his pants. The voices of the others returning pierced John’s reverie, he quickly dragged himself to a sitting position, bending his good knee to hide his bulge as best he could.

“John, what time is your doctors appointment?” grumbled Jack.

“This afternoon, Claire’s taking me,” John replied as defiantly as possible to hide his inner turmoil.

“What happened to you Cass, you usually run faster than that, still got that tummy bug?” enquired Smithy.

“Er no, I hope it’s gone. I just wanted to make sure the Sarge was OK, then DS Stanton was here, so I just kept them company, I didn’t think it needed 4 men and me to chase him anyway,” replied Cass, her dander being slightly up.

Nick and Tony put Harrison in the car, “Take him back to the nick, Sir?” asked Nick.

Meadows nodded his reply, and Cass got in the passenger seat as Smithy got ready to drive off.

“John, Claire, one of you call me after the doctors, and I’ll see you both tomorrow.”

“Guv,” they both replied.

John knew he had shrunk back to a more normal size as he no longer had the stimulation of looking up Claire’s skirt, and the talk about the doctors had bought him back to earth with a thud.

Claire held out her hand and John used it to help balance himself while he struggled to his feet and with their arms around each other they returned slowly to the car.

“Can we go home so I can change?”

Claire looked at John as he made his request and had to agree he did need a change of clothes after his tumble, his suit covered in dust. She then noticed that John was slightly larger than usual around the groin area, and smiled inwardly, before saying teasingly, “John is that all you think of?”

“Well, no, but you were standing right above my head, giving me a great view, what am I meant to do?”

Claire laughed, she hadn’t even realised what she’d done.

On arriving home, John went to change and Claire went to grab a glass of water, before going to see if John needed any help. The thought of him looking up her skirt was quite stimulating when she allowed herself to think about it, checking her watch she thought they should have time before the doctor’s appointment.

Claire entered the bedroom to find John standing there in his boxers and socks with a t-shirt in his hands. She walked over to him and took the t-shirt away from him and put it down, and then wrapping her arms around John began to kiss him on the lips while rubbing her body over him. Claire could feel John react instantly, growing larger with each rub.

“Have we got time?” panted John.

“Yeah,” replied Claire, sliding down his boxers and freeing his erection, “Why don’t you lie down?”

John happily took the few steps back and lay down while Claire took off her shoes and then stepped onto the bed, making sure John was able to get a great view up her skirt.

“Is this what it was like?” asked Claire.

“Mmm, except now you know your doing it.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t do this,” and Claire carefully took off her undies, allowing John to view her in all her glory.

“Oh, Claire,” moaned John as he felt his already enlarged penis grow even stiffer.

Claire looked down at John; she could see his engorged manhood and was certain his nipples were erect; she was filled with a longing to feel him inside her once more. However she knew she could last a little longer before her need to orgasm became desperate and they still had a little time to play with. So she knelt down above John, slightly below his chest, the perfect height for John to reach out with his hands and rub her clitoral nub or to reach up to gently massage her nipples.

John tried both of these activities, and he found Claire to be aroused and ready for him when the time came to enter her. So he concentrated on her breasts, seeing just how erect her nipples could become, Claire leant forward from her waist enabling John to put one of her breasts in his mouth. He welcomed it in there by expertly stimulating it with his tongue, tasting some of Claire’s milk as he licked and sucked it. He was still reticent to nibble her breasts while she was feeding their son, as he knew they were often a bit tender.

All this stimulation had propelled them both to the edge of their respective orgasms, they were both panting with anticipation. Claire removed her tingling nipple from John’s sensuous mouth and moved her self further back and raised her body up enough to lower it precisely, allowing John’s distended shaft to enter her, a moan of pleasure coming from them both as they relished the feeling they created.

Claire began sliding up and down, John matching her movement as well as he could with out affecting his injured knee too much. Over the last few weeks though he’d become proficient at this, and his naturally high pain threshold also helped. After several thrusts John could feel the throbbing power grow, he knew his orgasm was imminent. Claire’s muscles were grasping John with intensity with every movement his shaft made within her.

They were both trying to prolong the moments till orgasm, but it was not possible. John was the first to succumb erupting within Claire, but only seconds before Claire’s muscles began a gripping, squeezing frenzy as her orgasm enveloped her.

Claire fell forward onto John who lovingly wrapped his arms around her, rubbing his hands through the thick wavy blond hair that spread itself over his chest, as her head snuggled beneath his chin. John knew he was shrinking as they both calmed down, their breaths no longer coming in pants, but far more calmly.

“I guess we better go,” Claire stated reluctantly.

“We could stay here.”

“Yeah and risk the wrath of Meadows, I don’t think so,” and Claire reluctantly got off John and they readied themselves for the visit to the surgeon.

As they pulled up outside the surgeon’s rooms, Claire realised that John had been very quiet the whole trip, and she turned to look at him, about to ask if he was all right when she noticed that he was quite pale and his hands were clenched so tightly the knuckles were white.

“Are you OK?” asked Claire, knowing that he wasn’t, but hoping he’d tell her.

Her reply was a shake of the head; Claire was one of the very few people who John had ever shown his vulnerable side too, and she knew it was tough for him to drop the exterior and valued the honesty and trust that enabled him to do it with her. She reached over and held one of his hands, in hernd snd stroked it gently, “It’ll be OK,” she told him.

John turned to face her and his face now devoid of its mask, and told her what his words finally managed to say, “Claire, I’m so scared. What if,”

But Claire stopped John continuing, “Forget the what ifs, let’s just go in there, and find out. No point worrying, it may never happen.”

John just nodded, and slowly got out of the car, Claire waited while he manoeuvred himself and then holding hands they walked in together.

After filling out all the forms the surgeon was ready to see them. He was very business like, checking X Rays that were taken earlier, prodding and poking John’s knee, trying to move it, making John move it. Claire just sat back taking it all in. Finally the surgeon stopped and John and Claire waited expectantly, “Well, I think with an arthroscope we can fix you up. What I think has happened is this, the X Ray shows a tiny tear in your cartilage, I think it has become larger since the X Ray, but it is still the right size to repair, also there is a bone flake, that has lodged partly in the tear, that is the cause of most of the pain.” He paused and consulted a list, “I have a vacancy in my list in 2 days time, if you can keep off it as much as possible and keep it elevated above the height of your heart, the swelling should decrease considerably and make the arthroscope much easier. I presume you want to have the operation? They have a high success rate,” and he continued outlining the procedure.

At the end John said, “Yes, I do, I want to be able to do the things I used to do again and do them without pain.”

“Right then, here’s a medical certificate for the days before the operation and for the operation and a week after it, you may not want to take the week, however I do recommend it. It is very important not to push it too hard afterwards. Just do the exercises you’re instructed to, no more; otherwise it will take longer to fully recover. I’m also going to give you a prescription for some cream I want you to rub on it to help reduce the inflammation. Please use it.”

Finally they were finished and on the way home, Claire stopped at a chemist shop for the cream. While she was inside John quickly got out his mobile phone and punched in some numbers.

“Hello, can I have a bunch of mixed flowers delivered to,” and John gave the address, “Can they be there in half an hour? Just leave them on the door step, my credit card number is,” and John pulled it from his wallet and rattled off the numbers, hanging up just as Claire walked out of the shop.

“Want to go for a coffee?” asked John as she got in the car.

“Maybe not coffee, but a juice or something, yeah, that’d be nice, but we can’t be too late, I’ve got to get Zac from Cass you know,” replied Claire and also thinking I’ve got to talk to you soon.

They pulled up outside their local café, finding a park right out the front, which was very handy as John could feel his knee starting to protest from the treatment the surgeon gave it during the examination. As they sat and drank, John suddenly said to Claire, “I think Cass has a bun in the oven.”

“Oh John,” cringed Claire slightly, “Why?”

“Well why else would she say she wanted practice when she offered to look after Zac?”

“Maybe one of her or Sam’s nephews or nieces?” suggested Claire.

“What about Smithy asking if she was over her upset stomach? That could be morning sickness.”

“Yeah,” replied Claire, recognizing John’s mood, he was like a dog with a bone, though she was fairly sure it was postponing the inevitable call to Meadows, “and it could be a tummy bug.”

“Do you think she’s been looking paler than usual? Isn’t that something you women are meant to notice?”

“John,” countered Claire exasperatedly, giving him a gentle nudge in what she hoped was his good leg. “That is so sexist. But, yes maybe, now you mention it. Come on, drink up, I’ll take you home and then get Zac.”

Just as they pulled up at their place John’s mobile rang, “Boulton,” answered John, then recognizing the voice on the other end, made a face at Claire and mouthed Meadows.

“Sorry, we’re just arriving at home and I was going tog yog you as soon as I got in.”

Yeah, right, like he’ll believe that, thought Claire.

“I’ve got to go in in two days, He gave me a medical certificate for those days and a week afterwards, but I could come in if you need me.”

Claire glowered at John, her look saying ‘Don’t you bloody well dare.’

John hobbled out of the car still talking to Jack, following in Claire’s wake as she had stormed off ahead of him after his offer of working when he should be looking after himself.

“Oohh, John, they’re lovely,” Claire yelled happily to John, and he knew she’d found the flowers, and it brought a smile to his face to know that they pleased her.

“Yeah, OK Guv, I’ll get Claire to ring you after it and fill you in, otherwise I’ll see you when the doc lets me,” and he hung up.

Claire was waiting at the door for John, her smile lighting up her face. “Thank you so much,” and she gave John a kiss, seeking out and finding his tongue, holding him as close as she could with one hand, for a few minutes, thinking maybe it will be all right.

Reluctantly they separated and entered, Claire putting the flowers in a vase and John grabbing an ice pack and heading for his position on the couch, his gait even more hindered as his knee slowly seized up after all the prodding and poking it had received earlier that afternoon.

While putting the flowers in the water, Claire carefully removed a packet from the chemist bag and slid it into her pocket, making sure it was well hidden and went in to check on John, “Do you want any pain killers?”

“Not just yet, I’ll see how it goes with the ice. Say do you want to rub in some of that cream?”

Claire nodded, and showed him the tube she was holding behind her back, and gently pulled up the leg of John’s track pants and rubbed some all around his swollen knee.

“I’ll just go and get Zac, see you soon,” and Claire bent over to kiss John and left.

After about fifteen minutes John struggled to his feet, and put the icepack in the freezer for later and hobbled into the bedroom and went to his suit jacket and removed the small velvet bag and put it in his pocket, hoping Claire would like it as much as he did when he first saw it.

Returning to the kitchen John got out the fry pan and a saucepan and started to cook his quick and easy pasta dish for dinner.

Just as dinner was ready Claire and Zac arrived, “Mmm, that smells good, doesn’t it?” said Claire turning to Zac, who was practising his newly discovered walking skill. “I’ll just give Zac a quick feed, they feel so full,” she added rubbing her breasts.

“Did you find out anything?” asked John, turning to Claire.

“Well Sam is walking really well, he should be back on full duties in a couple of weeks he thinks,” replied Claire, knowing what it is that John really wanted to know, but enjoying making him wait. “Their place is looking really good.”

“Keep going,” John requested as Claire adeptly swapped her son from one side to the other.

“Well I didn’t see Cass at first,” Claire said teasingly, she knew there was no way out of telling John, but she was trying to draw it out, “but I did hear her.” John gave Claire a quizzical look. “She was in the bathroom, throwing up. I think you could be right.”

“You mean you didn’t ask!” replied John incredulously.

“Well I think they were about to tell me, when something burnt in the kitchen, the smell sent Cass running back to the bathroom and the phone rang! I decided it was time to leave. I had thought I’d stay and feed Zac there, but it was just too frantic.”

“Maybe you can find out tomorrow, when you’re at work.”

“Oh ha ha ha. Don’t you think I’ll have enough to do?”

“Well, you never know what opportunities may come up.”

Claire had now finished giving Zac a quick feed, “That’ll do for now mate, more before bed, you’ve still got to eat some dinner.”

“Do you want a glass of red?” John asked Claire.

“No, not really, you know you shouldn’t have one as it wont help the swelling reduce, so I wont either, not worth it for one glass.”

“OK, Zac’s dinner is cooling, do you want to eat after he’s in bed?”

“Be good, when should you ice again?”

“About now, I guess. Then I’ll feed Zac and bath him if you like.”

After icing and watching his son and wife John asked “Dinner Zac?” but didn’t really expect an answer as he lifted up his son and put him in the high chair and strapped him in.

After feeding Zac, and putting him back on the floor, John went over to Claire “I just want you to know how much you mean to me,” and he handed over the velvet bag he had put in his pocket earlier.

“What is it?” asked Claire, knowing she would soon have the answer as she opened the bag.

She pulled out a lovely old locket on a chain. “Oh, John, it’s beautiful,” said Claire kissing John on the lips and making sure her tongue slipped between his lips.

“Why don’t I bath Zac tonight and you can rest your knee, then I’ll feed him and put him to bed, we can eat and then……….” Claire left the last part unstated, but it conjured up ideas in John’s mind.

Claire and Zac headed off, Claire was looking forward to the peace of bathing Zac, she had to sort out when woulwould tell John, and she knew it had to be soon, but how would he take it? She was fairly certain it would be OK, but maybe the pain from his knee would cause him to say the wrong thing and then what would she do? How would she feel? Verbal communication was never John’s best suit. Yes, she decided, tonight was the night, when Zac was in bed and after they’d eaten.

Later Zac was in bed and John and Claire had eaten, Claire put the dishes in the dishwasher and sent John in to ice his knee and lie down.

Shortly after Claire came in and sat next to John on the couch. “John,” she began tentatively “I’ve got to tell you something, I didn’t mean it to happen, but it I’m fairly sure it has.”

“What, love, it doesn’t matter, you know I’ll still love you.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, very,” replied John and took her hand and kissed it as he struggled to sit up.

“No, stay there,” replied Claire and she gently pushed John back down, her hand brushing against his penis, and they both felt the current pass between them. Ignoring it Claire continued, “I’m not sure exactly when it happened, if it did.”

“C’mon Claire, just spit it out, you don’t usually have this much trouble.” Then after a brief pause he continued, “You haven’t found someone else have you?” The panic John felt bubble up inside him showed in his voice.

“No, don’t be stupid. It’s just that, well, I think I’m pregnant again, and Zac’s not even one and if I am people will think we’re like rabbits and we haven’t talked about it or anything.”

“Oh, Claire, hush, that’s wonderful,” said John wrapping his arms as best he could around Claire. “I was hoping that one day you’d want another child, but never in my wildest dreams did I think it would be so soon.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, really. When do you think?”

“Well, that’s just it, I got a test kit at the chemist today, but I haven’t used it yet, I was a bit scared it would be positive, also as I haven’t had a period since Zac was born I don’t know how pregnant I am, if I am.”

“Do you want to do it now, the test I mean, but we can do the other if you like,” teased John.

“Yeah, c’mon, you missed out on the testing last time, come with me now?”

John nodded and got up, putting his arm around Claire as they head off to the bathroom.

They both stood there, watching the paper, the second line came up quickly.

John took the test kit from Claire and put it in the basin, then wrapping his arms around Claire he kissed her long, hard and passionately, in return Claire rubbed herself back and forth across the front of John’s pants.

“I’ll,” kiss, “have to,” kiss, “go to the,” kiss, “doctor,” pant, “to find out,” kiss, “just,” pant, “how,” kiss, “far” kiss, “along” pant, kiss, “I,” kiss, pant, kiss, “am.”

“Mmm, tomorrow,” panted John in reply and took Claire by the hand and drew her out of the bathroom. They didn’t get as far as the bedroom before passion and desire took over. They quickly stripped off their clothes, dropping them where they fell – to pick up later, and struggled into the kitchen, the closest room, where John managed to sit down on a chair and Claire carefully sat on his lap; guiding John’s enlarged penis into her, her legs astride, facing him so they could try to keep kissing each other.

Claire used her legs to move herself up and down on the man she loved, it felt so good, she wanted to feel him in her for a lot longer than she knew this would last. They were both panting hard and their breathing was erratic as John pushed himself up to match Claire’s movements, he could feel his penis starting to pulse as his desire peaked and the feel of Claire gripping him drove him over the edge and he erupted inside Claire and felt her squeezing intensify as her orgasm arrived.

They held each other tightly as their breathing gradually slowed to a more normal level. Claire moved slightly causing a gasp of pain to escape from John, “Sorry, I was so caught up in the passion I forgot about your knee. Is it OK?”

“Yeah, it will be, can’t wait till it’s good again, and thinking about it will be a thing of the past.”

“Mmm,”

John started kissing Claire, and feeling her lips respond asked, “Bedroom?”

Claire didn’t speak, she somehow kept on kissing John as she got off his lap and held out her hands for John to use to help get himself off the chair. They stood together in the middle of their kitchen, and continued kissing, stroking and holding each other and they both knew the desire to have each other again was growing.

Walking and kissing they left the kitchen and started up the hall when Claire stopped and let one of her hands stroke John’s semi-erect shaft. She could feel it react under her touch and wanted it back inside her again, before thet tot to the bedroom. Claire knew what she wanted and hoped John would be able to help her.

Still kissing, Claire took John by the hand and let him into the living room, where she reluctantly broke the kiss, but knew if she got what she wanted it would be worth it. Turning around Claire bent over and held on to the back of the couch presenting John with her bottom, she hoped his knee was strong enough for him to enter her vagina from behind and pound his shaft into her. Every so often Claire loved it this way, and relished feeling John thrust forcibly into her.

John knew exactly what Claire wanted, and after her last pregnancy knew the baby would be quite safe, he held her hips with one hand and guided his erect shaft into her welcoming opening, feeling her muscles grasp it as he entered, then sliding out slightly before pushing in again. Holding on to her hips to support himself John slid in and out several times; thrusting deeper and slightly more forcefully every time.

Claire was enjoying the feeling so much, she hoped John would be able to last till they both came. “Oh, yes, yes,” Claire cried out, “Keep going, yes John, harder,” she knew how close she was to her orgasm and really wanted to enjoy the high.

John did his best to comply with her wishes and thrust harder and deeper, blocking out the pain in his knee if he put too much pressure on it. He could feel his own excitement level rising and Claire’s cries were only driving him closer to the edge.

“Uh, yes, yeees, I’m sooo close John,” panted Claire as her muscles were gripping John with an urgency he was enjoying, helping him even deeper than he thought possible and holding him inside her for milliseconds longer than usual.

“Ahhhh, yes John, yeeeeeeeeees,” cried Claire as her orgasm peaked and ran through her body, sending shudders of delight all through her. As the ‘Ahhh’, came out of her mouth John’s shaft spurted forth as his orgasm came too and he let his body take over, no longer trying to hang on. The relief he felt was palpable and as he came down from his high he became aware of the pain he had blocked out a few minutes ago and gritted his teeth and hoped it would pass.

Claire reached behind her and tried to hold John in her vagina as she could feel it losing touch with his shrinking shaft. To her disappointment it didn’t work and she felt John slip out. She slowly stood up and turned to face John to find his pale face covered in a light sheen of sweat and the pain he was feeling showing in his eyes and gritted teeth.

“Bad?” Claire asked. Her reply was a nod so she knew it must be as awful as she thought. She helped John to the bedroom, and ultimately the bed. Leaving him there she quickly went and got his medication, knowing that if the pain were bad enough he would take it.

Returning to the room Claire found John lying on the bed, looking marginally better, but still willing to take the pills and have her gently massage the cream into his knee.

After awhile Claire knew the pain was easing, as while she sat next to him rubbing his knee, John was rubbing her leg, getting higher and higher with each stroke, till he was at her clitoris. Claire found herself involuntarily thrusting towards John, and was really surprised to realise she wanted him again. She let her mind quickly slip back to her previous pregnancy and hoped she would want John as much as did did last time, so far the signs were good.

John gently pu Cla Claire down to lie next to him and used the fingers to stimulate her nub, while the other rubbed her belly, as he kissed her lips, nibbling on them inbetween kissing and thrusting his tongue in and out, teasing her tongue whenever possible.

Claire used one hand to stroke the delicate skin on the underside of John’s growing penis, feeling it react with just about every stroke, the other hand was roaming everywhere, sometimes on his chest, then around to his back, then up rubbing through his closely cropped hair, then rubbing against the stubble around his chin, and then squeezing his buttocks. Anywhere she felt like it Claire let her hand wander, while she continued to thrust herself against the action of John’s fingers on her clit, she knew she was ready for John inside her again and from the feel of John’s rigid penis he was also ready to enter her.

John gently slid his legs between Claire’s and she guided him into her moist vagina where again they both moaned with bliss as they once more enjoyed the feel of each other. They knew from past experience that this position would be a bit slower for them both as it was harder for John to thrust as deeply or as forcefully, but after their evening’s activity they were both happy to take it a little slower - after all they could always change positio the they wanted too.

John bent his head slightly and took one of Claire’s breasts in his mouth, gently sucking it and stimulating her nipple with his tongue as he sucked. Once again he tasted Claire’s milk “I think it tastes a bit different, but maybe it’s me,” mumbled John between breasts as he swapped from one to the other, noticing the more erect nipple on the one he’d just left.

“No,” panted Claire as she became more aroused, “I found out,” pause, “that it can change,” pause “if you’re pregnant,” another pause for breath “but so long as the Zac keeps feeding it’s fine.” Claire panted to regain some breath. There was more she could tell John but just wasn’t able to speak for too long. It also confirmed one of her thoughts: that she was more than just a few weeks along.

The stroking speed increased, as did the depth John gained with each thrust. By now Claire was panting heavily with excitement and John was struggling too; sucking her breasts and thrusting in as far as possible with every stroke till he felt the familiar tingling build up that preceded his orgasm and could feel Claire grasping him strongly. He reluctantly left her breasts alone and with a low moan gave as hard a thrust as possible to send his spurting penis as deep as he could into his lover, who in her orgasm gripped and squeezed as he pulsed over and over again.

Totally spend they held each other for several minutes, relishing the time they had and what they’d just done for each other. Then John having some control over his breathing kissed Claire on the head and then around her face, avoiding her lips as she was still using them to draw in air.

“Thank you so much for tonight’s news, it is so good,” the smile spreading over John’s face showed Claire that he meant every word. While he was speaking John was gently rubbing Claire’s still flat stomach and imagining another life growing in there.

John finally shrank too much and slid out, so Claire and John carefully rearranged themselves, holding each other and protecting John’s knee.


“What made you think,” started John.

“That I was pregnant?” Claire finished for him.

John nodded while still stroking Claire’s stomach and Claire continued, “Well, some of my clothes were starting to get tight, I was starting to feel really hungry, but I guess the biggest sign was the way my breasts were starting to feel. They always had the odd day or two since Zac was born where they were more sensitive and felt different, but it was starting to be far more often, in fact just about all the time, I know that probably sounds odd but it is hard to explain. I was so scared about telling you, I knew I wanted to keep it – no matter what, but I thought it would be too soon or something for you.”

“Oh Claire,” John replied holding Claire even closer and she hugged him in return. They lay like that in quiet contemplation for several minutes.

Finally Claire broke the silence in a sleepy voice, “I know I picked out Zac’s names, so could you choose this baby’s name? Whatever sex it is. Do you want to find out or wait and see?”

“Mmm, don’t know about that, but yeah I’m happy to choose the name, just so long as you like it too.”

A very sleepy Claire mumbled “’S’OK,” before deeper breathing took over and John knew she was well on the way to sleep. He lay there gently holding her, still stroking her stomach and a big grin all over his face. He was going to be a daddy – AGAIN.