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.