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Not that I despised Dan any less, but I hated Aaron more. He was the one who had seduced my wife and made her a slut for his selfish needs. The reason I teamed up with Dan was twofold; to take down Aaron and to search for my wife, Carol. Avenging Aaron seems to be easier than finding the whereabouts of my wife.
 
Dan’s elder brother was a cop, and he desired Dan to join him. After some persuasions, Dan finally paid heed to his brother's plea and decided to join him. Though Dan was in formation, his brother was already an experienced cop who knew how to get things done. This was my last resort; teaming up with someone with my ex-lovers boyfriend.
 
 Aaron had wrecked my marriage, so my resentment towards him was justifiable. What surprised me was that even Dan had a score to settle with him. He accused Aaron of putting a wedge between him and Jenivee. It didn’t take long for me to learn that Aaron had ditched Jenivee for Carol and since then, Jenivee despised Carol.
 
  “I don’t get it. How did Jen’s Jealousy affect your relationship?” I asked Dan, who was driving the car to pay a visit to Aaron and confront him head-on.
 
 Dan’s eyes were fixed on the road. “That bastard doesn’t care whom he fucks. He merely wants a pussy to put his cock into. When Jen and I were dating, that son of a bitch often took advantage of Jen.”
 
 “By advantage you mean…”
 
 “Yes! To sleep with Jen. He seduced Jen into sleeping with him. It was he who convinced her to leave me. When I questioned Jen, she told me I was possessive and that our relationship was suffocating her. But in reality, it was Aaron who was poisoning her mind.”
 
 I didn’t care to question him any further. The rest of the journey was a silent retreat, merely contemplating the means to tackle Aaron. I had the audio recordings which were handed to me by Carol, which contained threats from Aaron, of the terrible things he would do to her if she didn’t comply with his request.
 
 When we arrived at the hospital, we walked directly towards his office and knocked on his door.
 
 “Come in, it’s open.”
 
 Dan walked in first and I followed him into the room. The look on Aaron’s face was priceless. There was fear splashed all over it.
 
 “If you make any move, I swear, that will be the last of your worthless action on this planet,” Dan said.
 
 “What do you want?” Aaron asked indignantly.
 
 I dragged the chair and took a seat. “There are so many terrible things that I desire, but our viable options are limited.”
 
 Dan looked at us for a while and a wicked grin appeared on his face. “You two are motherfucking assholes.” Looking at Dan, he said, “Jenivee is such a slut. She requires a cock. Give her that and she will be delighted.” He then turned to look at me and said, “Carol! She was a good fuck. I bet she is missing the fun. I wanted to make them both my sluts.”
 
Dan stood up and reaching across the table, grabbed Aaron’s collar and was about to punch him.
 
“Do that, and you'll be in trouble,” Aaron said.
 
I examined the room and saw a camera fitted in the corner of the wall.
 
“Dan… don’t! There are cameras!” I shouted.
 
“That’s right. Listen to that, cuck. There are cameras fitted in this room and anything you do to me will be used against you,” Aaron gave a disdainful reply.
 
I stood up and leaned forward. “Don’t get too cocky, asshole. We got evidence against you. The threats you gave my wife are all recorded. You can be sure we’re going to use this against you to fuck your life. But how and when we are going to fuck it, will be our choice.”
 
Aaron's sinister face turned ashen. Dan added, “And don’t even think about approaching police, because you are speaking to one.”
 
That was the final blow to Aaron’s pride. He was helpless and defeated. Watching fear crawl into him was something I’d been yearning. It was only a matter of time that we spoke to the management, get him fired, file a case against him and see him crumble down.
 
When I invited Carol to live with me, I didn’t bother much about Aaron, but now that she was gone, the feeling of loss was unbearable. Just when I had made up my mind to welcome Carol back into my life, she was gone and it was all my fault.
 
I undertook everything in my power to find Carol; I tried contacting her mom, her friends and the places where she worked. None of them had any clue of her whereabouts. I kept searching for an entire month but my effort bore no fruits.
 
I resumed work after receiving my doctor's approval and the normal routine soon took over my day. My life was centered around work and my daughter. I quit socializing as it was physically and mentally exhausting. On my leave days, I would take Sandra to the amusement park or visit Cynthia, her grandmother.
 
Often, I wondered if Carol cared for us; if not me, at least her beloved daughter. She had been away for two months and there was no sign of her. There was no meeting nor any contact made. Even though I quit searching for her, I still hoped I would get a chance to see her and confess my feelings for her.
 
 “Okay honey, after you finish this essay, we will go to eat supper,” I said, instructing my daughter to complete her homework. Sandra was missing her mom, and it was evident through the sadness that was displayed. But of late, I noticed a change in her.
 
 “Okay, daddy. I will do that,” she said as she opened the book while I stood up to leave the room to prepare supper.
 
 “Daddy, mommy said she loves you a lot.”
 
 I froze. I turned back to face my daughter and asked, “You met mommy?”
 
 “I met her today after school.”
 
 “You met her at school? What did she say?”
 
 “She told me that she misses me a lot and that she loves me. She even brought me my favourite candy. She has been visiting me since last month. I know she loves me.”
 
 I was dumbfounded. I’ve been searching for my wife the whole time, wanting to know about her whereabouts and my beloved daughter had the answer. I sat on the chair next to her and continued asking questions.
 
 “Sweetheart, you should have informed me about it long back. Anyways, how is she?” I asked.
 
 “She is good. She looked sad when I asked her why she left. I told her to come home but she refused.”
 
 “Did she say anything about me?”
 
 “She asked me if you were alright and told me to properly take care of you. Daddy, she misses you too.”
 
 I am unsure if my daughter was aware her parents had undergone a breakup. In the past, she asked me about her mom’s absence in the house, and I had managed to evade the questions.
 
 Knowing that Carol was still in touch with Sandra made me happy. The dying flame of hope was rekindled once again.
 
 “Sandra, next time you see mom, tell her that I want to speak to her. I do love mommy and I want her to come back.”
 
 “I want her to come back too. I miss her a lot…”
 
 I hugged my beloved daughter and gently caressed her hair. She was genuinely missing her mom and so was I.
 
 “Daddy, please say sorry to mom and bring her back. I miss her bedtime story.”
 
 “Yes sweetheart, I will do all that I can, to bring her back home.”
 
 The phone in my pocket buzzed. I wiped my moist eyes and stood up to reach out to my phone. It was from Dan.
 
 “Simon?”
 
 “Dan, yes. Something wrong?”
 
 “It’s about that, asshole. Do you have a minute to spare?”
 
 “Hold on,” I responded and quickly walked out of my daughter’s room. “Yes, what about him?”
 
 “Can you bring Carol to the police station tomorrow? I have handed over her cell to the authorities, but they require her to be present and testify the evidence against that bastard is authentic.”
 
 I let out a sigh, “Well, Dan, I don’t know where she is. It’s been over a month since I last saw her. I am in search of her too.”
 
 “Fuck! If we wish to bring down that asshole, we need her. I’ve been keeping a watch on him, and it seems that he is engaged to some other doctor from another hospital. My guess is, he is planning to move out of this hospital and settle somewhere else. So, we need to act quickly.”
 
 “Dan, if I knew where Carol was, I could do something.”
 
 There was a pause from the other side, and Dan finally spoke up, “I’ll see what I can do.”
 
After Dan cut the call, I remained standing and pondering on things. I no longer cared about Aaron. What happened to him no longer mattered to me. All that I desired was to talk to Carol and convince her to come home.
 
After supper, I did the dishes and went to bed. As I lay my head on the pillow, fond memories came flooding to my mind. Ten years ago, Carol and I met, instantly fell in love, got married and started a family. There was monotony in our lives, but we were happy about being together. This was before our successful marriage entered into its dark phase and things became irreversible. Aaron stepped into our lives and things fell apart. I lost my confidence and the love for my wife diminished. Carol lost her way and fell prey to sensual pleasure, but it was our daughter who suffered the most.

Just when I felt sleep taking over me, my phone buzzed again, indicating the incoming message. I reached out to grab my phone, which was beside my bed and rubbing my eyes, I checked the text. It was from Dan.
 
'She works here. Go and find her.'
 
The text from Dan got me excited as it had the address of my wife’s new workplace. I called to thank him and in return, he requested me to get Carol to the police station. More than me, Dan was determined to see Aaron destroyed.
 
I no longer cared about Aaron; all I wanted was my wife. Upon waking up, I prepared breakfast, sent Sandra to school and called Joel, requesting him to excuse me from work. I booked the cab and told him to drive to the shared by Dan.
 
Throughout the journey, I had been rehearsing my speech to Carol, but the excitement got the better of me and I failed to put my expression into words. After seventy minutes of the drive, the cab came to a halt. I paid the cabbie, hopped out of the cab and waited for Carol to arrive.
 
Ten minutes later, I saw a car enter the hospital's premises and my wife stepping out of it. She stood at the main entrance waiting for someone and soon, a well-dressed guy joined her and the two walked in. I stopped dead in my track. My excitement was shattered into a thousand pieces. She seemed to have moved on. Seeing her with another person caused pain in my heart. I had two options; to go in and reveal my feeling for her or to go back and say goodbye to Carol forever.
 
I processed the scene for a minute, remembering it was me who had told her to move on. Now that she had moved on, I was hurt. Swallowing my pride, I made my way towards the couple, trying to catch up with them.

 “Excuse me,” I said.
 
 Carol and the man stooped and turned around to face me. Her eyes widened in surprise.
 
“Simon," Carol said.
 
 “You two know each other?” the man spoke in a deep voice.
 
 “We… we used to work together.” I managed to blurt out.
 
 Carol stood motionless for a while and finally spoke up, “Yea… yes, we used to work together.”
 The man extended his hand to introduce himself, “Well, Simon, I’m Peter. I’m a surgeon here.”
 
 “Pleasure to meet you, sir. I came here to invite Carol for a farewell function of one of our staff members. And it had been a while since Carol and I had spoken, so I decided to visit her in person.”
 
“Sure, hope her boyfriend can join the function too. I would love meeting her friends and her family,” Peter said as he wrapped his arms around Carol’s waist and pulled her close to himself. “Okay, I’ll leave you two to catch up with things. I got to go, and I’ll talk to you soon,” Peter said as he walked away.
 
The entire time, Carol’s eyes were fixed on me. She was speechless and frozen in embracement. “Simon, I… I don’t know what to say.”
 
I smiled at her and said, “Can we talk for a while?”
 
“Sure… Sure… we can go to the cafeteria,” Carol said. She was embarrassed about my encounter with her boyfriend.
 
As we walked towards the cafeteria, I asked, “Carol, it’s good to see you. You do look happy here. I hope I’m not delaying you…”
 
Cutting me short, she replied, “I’m glad that you came to visit me. Don’t worry about my work. I am an hour early.”
 
Carol was always passionate about her carrier. She had put her heart and mind into it and seeing her spend time with me, putting aside her work, did touch me.
 
We took our seat around the table and sipped our coffee. I looked at my beloved wife and admired her beautiful face; her blue eyes and her dark brown hair, tied into a ponytail. She was still beautiful.
 
 “How is Sandra doing?”
 
 “She misses you. But I am glad you meet her.”
 
“I miss her too… So… how did you find me? I wanted to meet you regarding the divorce papers but was caught up with work. How is Jenivee doing? Will she be moving in with you?”
 
I stared into my coffee mug in silence, as I didn’t know how to answer her. I looked at Carol and smiled. “Jenivee is a mom already, and she is happy with her boyfriend. I didn’t sign the divorce papers. I don't think I can.”
 
Carol stared at me in silence before looking down into her coffee mug. After a few minutes, she asked in a serious voice, “Simon, why are you here?”
 
 To take you back home! I want you back in my life. I want to rebuild our family, Sandra needs her mom and I need my wife.’ These words were revolving in my mind but were unwilling to come out from my mouth. Seeing her happy with her boyfriend had paralyzed my heart.
 
 “We want you as a witness to testify against Aaron. We have filed a case against him and need you,” I managed to reply.
 
 Carol looked up at me. “Is that what you came here for?”
 
 “Yes. That’s all,” I lied.
 
“Fine, if that’s all you want. I’ll speak to Peter and see what he says.”

Carol stood up and walked away while I remained seated. Even though I had practiced my speech, I couldn’t let her know what I truly wanted. She had begun a new life, and she seemed genuinely happy. Speaking my heart out to her would put her in a dilemma of choosing between her husband, who had not accepted her back and her new boyfriend, who seemed to enjoy her company as much as she did.
 
By the time I got home, I experienced excruciating pain in my head. The cause was more emotional than physical and it was my failing marriage. There was no way I could leave Carol hanging, letting her suffer the consequences of her infidelity after all the efforts she had put in to win me back. Jenivee had promised to begin a new life with me which made me neglect Carol’s plea. I had been blinded by my love for Jenivee that I had convinced Carol to move on, just as I did. But seeing her actually moved on, I couldn’t help but curse myself.
 
 Later during the day, I received a text message from an unknown number.

‘I’ll come to collect the divorce papers from you tomorrow after work. – Carol’
 
The following day, I couldn’t concentrate at work. I was totally distracted. Carol wanted me to sign the divorce papers and hand it over to her; she wanted me out of her life. I was disturbed with Carol’s request and this eventually impacted my work performance. When I had finished my shift and was about to call it a day, Joel invited me to grab a drink with him.
 
It was early evening and the pub was fairly empty with occasional visitors pouring in. Grabbing our beers, we took our seats and began to talk and enquire about each other’s life. I appeared to be calm and maintain a smiling face despite my internal torment. In a few hours’ time, I would be signing the divorce papers and handing it over to Carol, my soon to be ex-wife and begin a new chapter of our lives.
 
 “Okay, cut the crap and tell me what it is? For the past one month, you have been low and today… you were anything but yourself,” Joel said.
 
I stared into my drink, trying to come up with possible answers to refrain from revealing what has actually been happening in my life. But Joel was a friend who could see through me, so before I could speak, he added, “And don’t try to bluff me. I’ve known you for a long time, and you know that sooner or later, I will find out the cause.”
 
 I let out a sigh of hopelessness. “It’s about Carol.”
 
 “Carol! What about her? Did you find her? Is she okay?”
 
 “I met her yesterday. She seemed to have moved on. In fact, she will come and collect the divorce papers from me…”
 
 Cutting me short, Joel said, “And you don’t want to lose her! Does she know how you feel about her?” He stared at for a while and continued, “Carol wants you to sign the divorce papers? I don’t believe that.”
 
Resting my elbows on the table, I rubbed my temple and let out another frustrated sigh. I was stressed, angry, hurt, sad and the feeling of unpleasantness was surging within me.
 
“Simon, what happened?”
 
I narrated the entire incident and Joel listened to me attentively. As I spoke, I felt a heavy load being lifted up from my shoulder and to my surprise, I felt better.

Joel did say a word. Even after I concluded my gloomy story, there was no response from him. I looked at him for words of consolation, but he gave me none.
 
“Won’t you say anything?” I asked.

“Simon, two years ago, we met in the same place and you told me how your wife cheated on you. She has paid the price for her wrongdoing and its fine. You won, she lost but… at what cost? You know she loves you and even though she has asked for the divorce. So my question is, does she know you love her? Did you tell her that you love her, despite her failings and shortcomings?
 
"You did make her feel guilty, and that’s a good thing. But right now, you have to assure her that you love her and are willing to look at her as your wife, putting behind the past and looking forward to a promising future. If you want her back, you need to wipe away her guilt.”
 
It took a while Joel’s words to sink in. Carol had been tormented by her guilty actions, and she was desperate to work things out. I had not only rejected her but humiliated her by choosing Jenivee over her. It was me who had applied for divorce. Despite that, she continued to love me. What I couldn’t understand is why she was so keen on me signing the divorce. I was lost in thinking about Carol that I forgot to notice my phone buzzing.

“Simon, your phone.”
 
 Snapping out of my contemplation, I accepted the incoming call. It was from Carol.
 
“Simon, it’s me. I’ve come to collect the papers. If you could hurry up and come home…”
 
“Carol, wait for me!” I interrupted impatiently. “I’m on my way.”
 
I looked at Joel. “It’s Carol. She is home…"
 
Before I finished speaking, he handed me his car keys and said, “For the last time, put aside your ego and reclaim her. Reclaim her in full.”

I got into Joel’s car and drove home. Given the traffic, I reached home in thirty minutes and parking the vehicle in the driveway, I ran inside my house. Upon entering, I shouted Carol’s name at the top of my voice and immediately I heard a reply; it was from my daughter’s room. I walked swiftly into her room and found the mother and the daughter sitting together on the bed. ‘Is she saying goodbye to her daughter?’

“Daddy, mommy is back. Please tell her to stay,” Sandra shouted as soon as I entered.
 
 I held my breath when Carol looked at me. For some reason, she looked beautiful in her scanty pink blouse and black skirt.
 
 “Sweetie, I am not going anywhere. Mama has to work, but she will be back,” Carol replied as she caressed Sandra’s hair.
 
 “Yes, honey! Mama is not going anywhere,” I replied. “Carol, can we talk in our room?”
 
 Carol widened her eyes momentarily and then relaxed. Standing up, she walked out of the room and closed the door. “Simon, I can’t wait for long. I have to go…”
 
 “Carol! In our room. We will talk in our room,” I said and continued walking.
 
Carol followed me without a word and when we were in the room she said, “Simon, I’m trying to make a new start. I’m trying to get over you…”
 
Before she could continue, I turned around, cupped her face and with her back against the door, kissed her lips which was a surprise to her. She made no effort to resist nor return my kisses.
 
When I finally broke away, she said, “Please, Simon. Please. Don’t make it difficult for me. It’s taken me this long to get over you and by doing this, you are making it even more difficult.”

I looked into her moist eyes; she was still in love with me.

Ignoring her words, I said, “Carol, I have loved you in the past, and I still love you. You are my wife, my best friend and the mother of our daughter.”
 
She closed her eyes and a drop of tear trickled down her cheek. “Simon, I have moved on. You wanted me to move on, and I did. I have been tormented enough, paid more than my sins and the consequences that I bear is something that I can never get away from.
 
“I know it was I who ruined our marriage, I cheated on you, I brought shame to the family… I have been nothing but a disappointment to my parents. My mom will never accept me, and you… you can never see me past my infidelity.”
 
I continued gazing into her eyes intently. She looked beautiful. “Carol, I want you back in my life. I don’t care about your past and the things we have done. I have lived my life without you and have come to realise that I cannot be content if you are not a part of it.”
 
It was as if my words fell on deaf ears. Carol seemed unmoved by words, and she continued weeping. “Simon, please. You have said it in the past and even I have come to realise it; we cannot live together and not think about the things I’ve done. Even if you may forgive me, I won’t be able to forgive myself.” She cupped my face and continued, “Please, I do love you… I love you more than anything, but I cannot forgive myself, ever. I want to make a new start, Simon. With my overwhelming guilt, I don’t think I can ever forgive myself.”
 
As I looked at my wife’s tearful face, my heart sank. I could see she was genuine with her words; she did love me and yet she didn’t want me. I stepped back and sat on the bed. The divorce papers were lying on the table. I reached out to them and before signing them said, “Babe, if this is what you want… if this is what will make you happy then, I’ll do it.”
 
I handed her the reluctantly signed documents. I was expecting Carol to say a few words but I received none. As she opened to door to leave, I said, “Carol, listen. There has never been a moment in my life that I stopped loving you. Even now, I still love you.”
 
As the door closed I became aware of a sense of loneliness taking over me. I was left alone in the room. There was a sense of peace for having spoken out my heart but it was all in vain. Carol had left.
 
During supper, Sandra bombarded me with questions about her mom, and I couldn’t answer any of it. When I failed to answer her questions, she refused to eat. Even though I spent more time with her, her love for her mother was stronger. I couldn’t help her but watch her get up from the table, dump her food in the bin, wash her plate and go to her room. After a while, I did the same; both of us had lost our appetite.
 
The next morning, I woke up with pain in my eyes but even more excruciating pain in my heart. A sense of loss was still lingering inside me and as I sat on the bed, I let out a sigh. I got out of bed and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. When I opened the door to throw out the trash, I saw Carol sleeping on my doorsteps.
 
“Carol, are you okay?” I said as I bent down to hug her.
 
“I can’t. I just can’t stay away from you,” she said, as she hugged me back.
 
I lifted her up in my arms, took her to my room and placed her on our bed. As I covered her with the bedsheet, she said, “When I was traveling back, your words kept spinning in my head. When I entered the room, I realised how empty my life was. I have been selfish in the past, Simon. I had been so focused on my guilt that I forgot how you and my daughter felt about me.”
 
I sat down beside her and began stroking her head. Once she finished speaking, I leaned forward to kiss her forehead and Carol wrapped her hands around me and kissed me back.

“Welcome home, Carol,” I replied before kissing her back.

So, my wife was back home and we began a new chapter in our married lives. About Aaron; let’s just say we took care of him. He lost his job at the hospital and his wedding was called off. I wanted to stop there, but Dan, being the unforgiving type that he is, made sure that Aaron paid for all that he had done. He has sworn that he would not rest till Aaron was behind bars.
 
I never got in touch with Jenivee nor made any attempt to meet her. Joel told me that Dan was too young to make a commitment and she was having a tough time with him. Their future together seems bleak, but as of yet, they are together. As for me, I got my wife back, and our family was together again.

 
It was Sunday evening when we returned home from visiting Cynthia, Carol’s mom, and were preparing to have our supper. I was too tired to cook, so we had brought food from the local takeaway on our way back home. Sandra, our nine-year-old daughter, was helping Carol lay down dishes for the supper and after my shower, I decided to join them.
 
“Honey, are you done?” Carol’s voice boomed from the kitchen.
 
“I’m coming,” I replied as I put on my t-shirt and made my way down to the dining room.

 As I was coming down, I saw my daughter and my wife already waiting for me at the table. I quickened my pace and joined the duo.
 
“Dad… hurry. I am hungry,” Sandra said impatiently as she struck her fist on the table.
 
“Sandra, I am hungry too,” I replied.
 
I was sitting with my face facing Carol’s while Sandra was to my right. Two beautiful people who meant the world to me. I smiled at myself and continued eating when Sandra began giggling and said, “Dad, mommy is looking at you.”
 
I looked up at Carol and smiled. “Sandra, eat your food, honey,” I said.
 
Carol smiled as our eyes met once more and turning to our daughter said, “Mommy loves daddy a lot, just as she loves you.”
 
As I swallowed the morsel in my mouth, Carol continued, “The parent-teacher conference is coming up soon. I hope you will be present.”
 
“When is it?” I asked.
 
“Next month. There have been complaints from the teachers regarding her behaviour so I am expecting some fireworks there.”
 
“Well, we knew this day would come. She is becoming more and more like her mother that is,” I said jokingly.
 
After doing the dished, I finally made it to my room and got in bed. Carol joined me, wrapped her arms around me and kissed me on my cheek.
 
“Good night, honey,” I said and closed my eyes.
 
“Simon, I was thinking, what it would be like if Sandra had a sibling.”
 
With those words, I lost my sleep. I sat straight and asked, “What? Are you pregnant?”
 
“No silly.” After a pause, she continued, “Not yet, but…”
 
“What are you thinking?”
 
“Simon, I know I have everything that I could ask for. But I have been thinking…”
 
“You better spell it out for me, honey. I need to know what’s on your mind.”
 
“I want a child with you. I want to be a mom again.”
 
I looked at the nervous expression on Carol’s face and smiled. “Honey, is that what you have been thinking all this time?”
 
“Simon, I know how much you love our daughter. She has been a force which kept us together. Had it not been for her, I would have lost you. My mom... I know she loves me, but I do miss the affection I received when I was carrying Sandra.”
 
As I bent down to plant a platonic kiss on her forehead, she replied, “And… I’m ovulating.”
 
These words were enough to give me an instant hardon. As I adjusted myself, I felt Carol’s thigh rub against my cock and a mischievous grin appeared on her face. “Oh! Looks like we have some logistical problem here?”
 
Without wasting a moment, my wife grabbed the hem of my pants, pulled them down, wrapping her fingers around my manhood and began stroking it. I let out a soft moan. Given the intensity of her strokes, I realized that Carol was horny and wanted me to make love to her.
 
Before I could make my next move, Carol, placing her hand on my chest, climbed on top of me to straddle me and grabbing hold of my erect member, began rubbing it against her wet folds. After enjoying the sensation, she let herself descend on my cock till her velvety folds had completely engulfed my manhood. Slowly, she began moving up and down, riding my cock and using her hand to stabilize herself.
 
Her soft moans were evidence of the pleasure she enjoyed. With her closed eyes, she increased her pace and was now slamming down with full force. I grabbed her boobs and began stroking and squeezing them adding to the pleasure.
 
When I found myself getting close, I grabbed her shoulder and pulled her to me, so that she was now resting on my chest and rolling over, I got on top of her and began pumping into her. As I began moving in and out, I felt Carol’s legs wrap around me, pulling me close to her.
 
“Babe, I’m close,” I moaned.
 
“In me. I want you in me,” she said still panting.
 
In the excitement, she began moaning and drove her fingers into the flesh of my back. With a final push, I let my seed flow into her and fell on top of her.
 
“Ten minutes, darling… ten more minutes and then you… fuck me again,” Carol said as she gasped for breath.

"Babe, it's difficult. I might fall asleep just like this," I replied.
 
I rolled off her and lay on the bed next to her. Without wasting a moment, Carol got on her fours and grabbed hold of my limp member.
 
"Sorry, mister. Today is the day you knock me up."
 
Suddenly, I felt Carol’s lips touching my shaft. The sensation of her moist lips touching my limp cock sent a shiver down my spine. I closed my eyes and let out a moan. To tease me more, I felt her tongue rolling from my balls to the tip of the shaft. She continued moving her tongue up and down my shaft trying to revive my manhood.
 
I didn't bother to object and allowed my wife to do what pleased her. Her effort soon bore fruit as my soft limp cock became hard again. Carol continued sucking me till I reached my full size. I felt her mouth closing on top of my shaft and slowly moving farther down to swallow my entire cock.
 
"Okay, your ten minutes are done. Now let's try doggy style. Take me from behind."
 
That night, we made love a couple of times, until my balls were completely drained.
 
Ever since Carol expressed her desire to be a mom again, we made love regularly. Sometimes we would just cuddle in bed and enjoy each other's presence and warmth. As she said, we had everything and whether we received the good news or not, we were still content.

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 It became a family tradition to visit the regular restaurant to celebrate Sandra’s achievement. Carol had invited her mom, Cynthia, and the four of us were enjoying the pleasant evening. To our surprise, the teacher spoke highly of Sandra and forgot all about her complaints.
 
 “And what did the teacher say, darling?” Cynthia asked as she caressed Sandra’s hair.
 
“She said I would be going to the next class and that I will become a good doctor when I grow up.”

“You want to be a doctor, honey? I hope you will treat your granny first.”

“Oh! I will treat you so well that… that… you will never feel sick again,” Sandra replied in all her enthusiasm.

I couldn’t help but smile at the funny conversation between the granddaughter and the grandmother. Their conversation made no sense, yet I enjoyed it. From my periphery, I could see Carol smiling. When I turned to look at her, I noticed her moist eyes.

“Honey, are you okay?” I asked.

“Yea, I’m good.” Turning towards Sandra, she said, “I am proud of you, honey. I am sure you will be a wonderful sister.”

I held my breath. Cynthia looked at Carol and asked, “What did you say, honey?”

“What I said is… you are going to be a granny again, mom,” Carol replied.

Even though my heart was racing, I kept my calm. “Carol, you are saying that …”

“Yes, babe. We are pregnant,” Carol said.

(The End)

I would like to thank the moderators who patiently corrected my silly mistakes and help me publish this series. I am also very grateful to all the readers who took an interest in my stories. I am greatly indebted to you all. - The_reader94