“Relaxed and happy, Lost Boy!” I replied, kissing his chest and resting my head on him, listening to his heartbeat. Markie does that when she’s feeling sleepy; she’ll climb on him and plonk her head on his chest, and two seconds later, she’s out like a light. He was having the same effect on me, but before I fell asleep, I had something I wanted to say, and something I wanted to ask him.
“Mark, these people in Bristol, this Darryl and Emma, and any others who crop-up, they may be very nice people, and I know they’re relatives, but I want you to know they’re not my family; my family’s right here; you, the girls, Mummy, Dada, Nia and Jamie, they’re our family, and I’ll never forget that; they were here when we needed them, and I’ll always owe them for that. I just thought you should know.”
Mark hugged me close as he spoke, his voice rumbling in his chest.
“Tink, I know you needed to know, I sort of did as well, and I know how you feel about everyone here; I feel exactly the same. But, these people in Bristol, they deserve a chance, too; they never did anything to us; mum made sure they never even knew where we were, she kept them from us, and because she did, she hurt them too. Mummy-Anh says they’re good people; I believe her. Let them in, Tink, it can’t hurt, and you never know, you might even like them.”
I looked at him in astonishment, seeing only sincerity in his eyes, and smiled as he lightly pinched my bottom.
“There’s something else, Lost Boy…” I began, once again leaning up on him so I could look into his eyes. “It’s about us, Mark, and what comes next.”
He looked puzzled, but waited while I looked for a way to say what I wanted to say.
“You are happy, aren’t you? I mean here, now, just being a normal, family man, two kids, car, home in the suburbs, yes? You don’t wish things had been… different, not like this?”
He smiled and jiggled my bottom.
“Of course not, Wee Wendy; I have you, so I have everything I want. Yes, I’m very happy. What’s the matter, Tink?”
This was it. I drew a deep breath, and plunged on.
“Baby, we’re settled now, we have a home of our own, that we own, you’re moving up the ladder at work, we have everything we want, but there’s one more thing. Mark, I know we’ve only talked about this in passing, but I’ve been thinking about this a lot, and, well, Markie will be going to pre-school pretty soon, and…”
Mark cocked an eyebrow at me.
“Go on, Tink…” he murmured.
“… and I want to have another baby!” I gabbled, getting it all out in one breath. Mark pulled me up closer to him, and kissed the tip of my nose.
“Are you sure, Little Plum? Nia’s going to be a real handful in a year or so, Markie even more so. Are you going to be able to manage her, and Markie, and cope with a new baby as well?”
I looked into his eyes, seeing nothing but concern there.
“I’ll be fine, Mark, I managed with Markie and Nia, I’ll cope, don’t you worry; I have mummy as well, and Nia, and Shelagh, everyone I need, Mark, and I so want this baby, for me… and for you!”
Mark smiled at me, his hair once again tumbling down over his eye, making me itch to sweep it back up and off his face again.
“For me…?” and it was my turn to grin.
“Well, who knows, maybe next time one of your boy-wigglers will get through…!”
His smile became wistful, faraway.
“A son…”
As he spoke I felt him stiffen even further inside me, and as our lips met I once more began slowly sliding up and down on him, feeling the thrill once again as his ridged cock again rubbed all the nerve endings in my anus. Mark clasped hold of my bum even tighter, pressing me tightly against him, and began slowly thrusting into me as I rubbed myself against him, the tangle of wiry hair at the base of his cock just enough to scratch the itch in my throbbing clit. This way always set me off quickest, and as the sensations rippled and surged through me, I could feel the throbbing of his cock as he fought to hold back, to wait for me.
It took only a few thrusts from him, combined with the delicious friction against my clit, before that feeling once again welled-up inside me, huge and unstoppable. Mark felt it too, and as I once more groaned and trembled in ecstasy, hot juices flooding out of me and soaking him, Mark gave a strangled groan as his cock leaped like a live thing inside me, swelling up to fill me completely as powerful spurts of hot semen pumped into my arse, his cock hammering me as he jammed his seed deep inside me one more time.
I pulled him into the shower, after what we’d been doing we needed it, and once we were clean and fresh, he ambushed me again, holding me flat against the cool tiled surface as he once more hammered his cock into my willing pussy, pumping yet more of his rich, creamy, life-giving spunk into me; the thought of making another baby with me had hoisted his libido through the ceiling, and now he couldn’t keep his hands off me; not that I was complaining, you understand!
At last, dried off and almost too tired to move, I slid back into bed with my darling Lost Boy, filled with love and hope for our future. Mark pulled me closer, and kissed me gently, caressingly, all his tenderness and love in his kiss. I kissed him back, and held him close.
“Make a baby in me, Lost Boy, make a baby soon!” I whispered.
“If you’re sure about this, Tink…” he murmured, but of course I was sure; this was what my Lost Boy needed; it was what I wanted to give him. Mummy was right about one thing; I had the means to heal him, but so did his children, now and future; they would be the key to his heart, they always had been, of that I was certain; it would be our family, our children, who would help show him the way to let that little boy out again.
*
Two days later, Nia came to see me, to tell me about Darryl, his family, and my aunt Emma. She told me nothing new, but then she showed me something that made my blood freeze; it was a picture of my aunt; for a moment all my long-forgotten fears stirred deep inside me. Emma looked so much like mum that I almost threw the camera down; my demon was back, and she was right there, in the palm of my hand! Nia took me by the wrists and held me as the remembered fears threatened to rise up all over again; she was dead, she couldn’t hurt me anymore, yet she was there, smiling at me…
“Jules, JULES!” Nia’s voice penetrated the fog.
“Jules, it’s not her, Julesey, let it go, it’s not her, sweetie, you’re okay, it’s not her!”
Fright and hysteria threatened to bubble over inside me, and only Nia’s calm, strong presence kept me with her; I wanted to run, to hide, to deny her, to scream defiance at her, to make her go away, to send her back to Hell with all the other hell-bitches. Nia held me as I trembled.
“I’m sorry, sweetie, I didn’t think… perhaps you’re not ready to meet them just yet, maybe a little more time, yes?” she murmured, and I nodded, still not trusting myself to speak. Finally I stopped trembling, and Nia pulled a tissue from her pocket so I could dry my eyes. She snapped the camera off, and grinned at my quizzical look.
“Another time, eh, Julesey? I’ve got some other shots, when you’re up to it, you can have a browse; no pressure, hun. I’ve got a shot of your cousin, and his wife, who are both very nice people, by the way, and I think you might recognize Darryl…!”