Claiming Red(22)

My son, just to think I almost missed this opportunity.

 

In walked Travis and Claire, and I knew that I would have to pass the baby on to them. I didn’t want to, I had just got rid of the others that came to see him, but they came all the way from Texas, after all.

 

“Let me hold my nephew.” I handed her my little man.

 

“How are you feeling?” I looked at her like she was crazy, I had been asked that question for the last eight months, but for the first time since then, nothing bothered me.

 

“I am great. Actually, never better. Look at my son.”

 

“Yes, he looks just like you, poor baby.” Travis was still an asshole. Even when I had finally woken up from a coma, he was still a prick. I woke up to find out that he was fucking my sister. It was more than fucking, but I still like to think of my sister as a little girl.

 

I remember the moment when I woke. My vision was blurry, but I could see my Red staring back at me. I had a pounding headache that lasted for about a week, but seeing her had made everything better. She had been there every day, while I was under, until they kicked her out, which was well after visiting hours. I spent three weeks in a coma, and my poor Samantha thought I wouldn’t survive. I swear I had never been kissed so much. Not that I was complaining, I just didn’t want my Red, getting tired of kissing my broken ass.

 

I found out that I had been shot in the head and in the chest. They said it was because of my Red that I survived. It seems that the one that had struck me, in the head, had grazed her arm and slowed the bullet down. The bullet had cracked my skull, but thankfully, had not penetrated my brain. I had a nasty scar on the side of my head that most of my hair covered, but my wife was still willing to tolerate my ugly mug.

 

My family came to see me, one after the other. When my sister came in, I told her I needed a haircut. Once they said it was okay, she gave me a haircut as Sam, stood by me. I got to hold Red’s hand, this time, as I stared at her.

 

When I was out in the land of nod, Roger and Uncle John had found out that it was a Turkish group of militants that had murdered Sam’s parents and tried to kill us. It seemed those two became unlikely allies. The Turks had paid for my Samantha, just like the other men. When I had soiled her, they were out lots of money and a bride. They considered her, ruined, and now a whore. We had found out that one of the maids at the Lake residence had been in contact with people looking for Sam and had told them what Mrs. Lake said about my attention to Samantha.

 

They all paid the price, and I was fucking ecstatic. There was no trial or anything like that, they were mysteriously gunned down in their home countries. When the police learned of it, Roger and Uncle John played dumb. We had out suspicions, but I didn’t ask and they didn’t tell. I had my family and that is all I needed.

 

I had a hard time with my recovery for months after the incident, but my wife had it worse. She had a hard time coping with me in a coma, and burying her parents. Travis, and my father had told me all about what had happened. I wanted to take away her pain, but she told me that, “all that matters is that you came back to me. I will never argue with moving too fast again.”

 

After all of the family visited, and left, I looked down at my family and could not keep the grin from my face.

 

“Damn babe, I want more of them.” She looked like she wanted to rip my heart out. I knew that it had taken her twenty hours, and a shit load of pain, to bring my son into the world, but it didn’t stop me from wanting more.

 

“We just had this one, don’t you think it’s too soon?”

 

I laughed and reminded her what had she said about moving too fast.

 

Then she so kindly, reminded me, “Yes, but you have to remember, we can’t have sex for six weeks.” She smirked at me, little brat, my cock had stirred at the thought of getting her knocked up again. She just rolled her eyes at me.

 

“You don’t have to be so mean, Red.” As I tried to adjust my aching cock.

 

“Well, next time you can have the baby.” She groaned out sleepily.

 

I kissed her head and murmured, “if I only could. I love you, Samantha.” She smiled in her sleep.

 

Less than one year later, we were welcoming my little Red into this world.