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Can Brenna and Matt work out their differences while surviving a zombie outbreak?
|I let my mind wander while I work out with the guys. I guess work out is a relative term. I'm taking out my frustration on them. We like to call it sparring. I'm still pissed about them letting the place go to shit while I was out of the loop. They know it too. Every single one of them has apologized at least once. They whipped themselves back into shape pretty damn quick when I got back on my feet and started to push a little. I think they missed the structure.
The workouts have helped my leg more than I thought they would. I figured that I would build up all of the other muscle areas to compensate, but I've been able to do just about everything. I've even started to jog a little. I'm still limping. Jamie is pretty sure that won't change. Something about compression from walking on the break for so long, the leg got shorter? Anyway, the pain is much better most of the time.
Except for morning. It still aches in the morning. Bren notices, but I have stopped trying to hide it. I figure that if it doesn't hurt most of the time, she can baby me in the morning before I leave for the day. It makes both of us feel better. Her babying is both comforting and frustrating as hell. She's got another couple of weeks before we can make love again and she is pushing it as far as she can. I think I might go insane with need before then.
I pull my thoughts back to the match and realize that Brenna has walked in. I feel her eyes on me, watching hungrily as I show off for her benefit now that she's here to see it. I know the other women come in and watch sometimes, but I don't care about looking good for them. I do enjoy putting that predatory look in my wife's eyes. Normally, it means that a wild night is impending. Lately, it means a frustrating night but I'm kind of okay with that too. Frustrating or not, the fact that she wants to be with me is heady and powerful.
I make it through some more matches, feeling impatient to get this over with so I can go talk to her, kiss her, hold her. I decide to make Sean, who has made some serious improvements to his technique, the last match for the day. He's stronger now and faster. He's learned so much since we met.
After I help him up, I look over and catch Brenna's eye giving her a smile as I walk over to her. "Hey beautiful," I murmur while I'm pulling her into my arms so I can plunder the luscious mouth that's waiting for me. When I feel her surrender, I pull back and take Angel, dropping a kiss on her almost bald little head. She looks up at me with Brenna's eyes and I feel my breath catch. Her eyes are turning gray, a soft beautiful light charcoal gray just like her mommy's. "Hi Angel," I say softly, then look at the very pregnant woman standing next to my wife, "Hey Sam, You look ready to have that baby. Where's Gwynni, Babe?"
"With Thia I think, she was with Sean, but he's here," she says, looking slightly confused. Then she looks at me and gives me a slow once over, her eyes lingering on my bare chest, "Looking pretty damn good out there, Kincaid. Totally hot. Yummy even. Can I take you home with me?"
"Absolutely, Mrs. Kincaid," I tell her seriously, "tonight and every night for the rest of my life."
"I think I'm going to be sick," Sam grouses, "Really? Gwyn was right. Poor thing."
Brenna takes Angel and hands her to Sean, who has walked up to see his sister. Then she puts her arms around my neck and pulls me down for another steamy kiss, letting her body conform to mine completely. She doesn't have to ask twice. I wrap an arm around her waist and move my hand to her hair, using it to guide her where I want her to go. Her tongue slides into my mouth and eagerly starts to explore and play with mine. When I pull back this time, we are both breathing hard enough to have everyone but Sam smile knowingly.
"I thought they had to wait for another few weeks," I hear from someone I can't see at the moment. Nice to know my sex life is so popular.
Especially when someone else I can't see answers, "Nah, it's been awhile now. They should be fine."
"Show off," Sam mutters to Brenna, "Just because you can actually get close to him doesn't mean you have to."
I grin at her, "Give it a few weeks, Sam, and you will be all over Jamie again, just like you were before."
Now it's Sam's turn to blush as she pretends to get very interested in Alec's tiny hand, the one that's holding a chunk of her hair. Brenna takes him and says, "Mattie, I'm going to check on Gwynni and feed the twins. I got sidetracked when Sam came to..." I stop her with another kiss. I love that she's back to being herself again. Her mind is working just like it was before. I still don't understand it, but it's definitely a familiar and welcome change.
"I'm going to grab a quick shower and talk to the guys for a minute. I'll be up soon," I tell her softly, then ask, "Do we have dinner plans?"
"Yes. We do have dinner plans," she says with a smile, "After the twins eat, I am going to cook something. I don't know what yet, but it will be good. I've missed you. Glad to have you back."
"Glad to be back. I love you, Bren."
"I love you too," she replies in a happy voice. She motions to Sam and they walk together out the door to find Gwyn. I take a moment to watch the sway of her hips as she walks away from me. I smile and head to the shower, getting through it quickly so I can have a chat with the guys before going home for the evening.
I've missed this, going home for dinner and spending the evening with my family. My favorite time of the day is late evening. Gwyn and Nick are usually sitting on the floor while Bren and I each hold a twin, switching off as needed for nursing. A laptop is hooked into the electrical system, so we watch movies most nights, or Bren and I watch the kids play games. There is a place inside of me that is so deeply contented in those moments. I wish they could go on forever.
"Listen up," I gather the guys around me when I'm done with my shower and dressed, "Anyone have comments or questions about duties or responsibilities? If you don't want to say anything now, either write it down or talk to me tomorrow. The next step is to do a thorough check downstairs, make sure nothing is in here that we don't want in here. Any volunteers to go to the river?"
A few guys take a step back, perhaps remembering the slippery stairs leading up to the trucks. If they're still there. That would be an enemy, or zombie, point of entry. We have to secure this entire facility. No volunteers. "Sean," I pause, waiting for him to look at me, "Pick five men to scout downstairs tomorrow morning. I'll meet you at the elevator at 0800."
"That means eight in the morning, Jenson," Hicks tells him with a grin.
"Ya think?" he responds with a cocky grin of his own. He looks over the group and nods, "We'll be waiting for ya, Sarge."
I nod, "Good. See you guys tomorrow. I'm going to go spend some quality time with my family."
I start to walk away and then turn back, "It's been almost a year since we came down here. On the anniversary, I want to do something as a group to honor the men we lost. We need to remember them. They were good men. They left behind friends and families. I would like it if everyone would work together to make it a day to remember." I turn back around and head home, still feeling awkward with the limp, but not nearly as bad as before I started working on it.
"Sarge," I hear from behind me. I turn yet again, care to dance anyone?
"Welcome back," Lloyd says with a grin, "It wasn't the same without you." The other guys are all nodding with enthusiasm.
"It did hurt less," the kid named Eric mumbles.
"Wuss," someone ribs him, "we all have to take it. If he goes easy on us, we'll never get any better. Look at Jenson, he lasted for almost a whole minute. That's at least thirty seconds longer than anyone else. Pain is good for you. It builds character."
I grin while I'm walking away from them. The anger is dissipating with their desire to make this place better for everyone. Sparring, seeing others learn and improve will help all of them. So does regular physical training, push ups, sit ups, running, all of it helps. We need to be strong, a unit again. If they find us and we aren't...it will all be for nothing.
I get to the door and hear singing from inside, Brenna is singing to the babies. A soft sleepy lullaby. I open the door quietly and hold a finger to my lips when Gwyn and Nick look at me. I walk across the room and into our bedroom. Her back is to the door and she is rocking slightly, holding Brianha while she sings. Alec is lying next to them, looking up at her with what looks like awe and a smile.
With my smile firmly in place, I move to sit behind her and put my arms around both of them, "You amaze me, wife." She leans into my embrace easily, not bothering to look up at me because she is so engrossed in our daughter.
"Oooh, Bri-Bri, Daddy's home. Alec, I told you he'd be home soon."
"Bri-Bri? You call my daughter Bri-Bri? I don't think so, Bren. It makes her sound like elf cheese or something."
Brenna giggles at me, I love that giggle, "You are a dork. I call her Bri-Bri. Deal with it, Kincaid. I missed you today. Where's my kiss?"
"Right here," I murmur with my lips caressing the back of her neck, moving slowly over to her jawline, following that to her mouth. I stop just before reaching it and pull away, "I love watching you be a mom to our children, Bren. I can't even say what it does to me. I don't know how. I just know that it's right. It's as close to perfect as I've ever seen."
"I feel the same way watching you be a dad, Mattie. Now where's my damn kiss? A real one this time, not a..."
While she was talking, I took Bri and set her down next to her brother, so when Bren demands a kiss, I can easily oblige her. Fully and thoroughly. She is on her back under me, her hands are in my hair, then stroking my back, her legs have wrapped around me and her body is pressing against mine with persistence as she moans deep in her throat.
"Not yet, Baby. Remember?"
"Don't care, Mattie. I miss you. Can't we just...?"
"No. We can't just. What if I hurt you? What if something happened? I won't risk it, babe. You are too important to me. To all of us. You. Will. Just. Have. To. Wait." I tell her, punctuating each of my final words with a tender kiss to her pouting lips.
"Fine, but you still owe me from before. A lot from before. And now. You are going to be an indentured sex slave for years to make up for this Kincaid."
"Promise?" I growl in her ear, sliding my hand up her side to caress her face, "I can't think of a better way to spend the next few years. Being your sex slave that is. Can we extend it for good behavior?"
"You want to extend your debt repayment? Is that because of interest?"
"Oh, I am very interested, baby," I tell her, moving her hand so I can show her just how interested I am. Her soft gasp and gentle caress almost kills me. "If you keep doing that, I'll have to sleep on the couch. Is that what you want sweetheart?"
Her eyes get wide and scared, "No. I hate it when you sleep on the couch, Mattie. I get cold and lonely."
"Then behave yourself beautiful. I promise that I will make it up to you as soon as I can. Okay?"
"Okay," she sighs and snuggles into my embrace, "I love you my Mattie. I love you more every single day. You are extremely frustrating and overprotective, though."
"Yep," she looks up at me, her pewter eyes shining and bright, "I wouldn't change a thing, even if I could. You aren't perfect, you know."
"Nope," she grins at me, "but you are perfect for me."
"You gonna make me dinner any time soon?"
"Maybe. If you get off of me so I can get to the kitchen."
"Twins both eat already?"
I'm disappointed when she nods. I love being with her when they are eating. It's not hot exactly, but it is something else. Something deeper, soul deep I guess. I'm not sure, but she tells me it's the primal part of me being affirmed by my woman feeding my children. Maybe she's right. I've never been particularly interested in breastfeeding before, even when Kendra was doing it. I am now. When I put my arm around her and she leans against me while one of the twins is nursing, I just feel connected. To her. To the baby. To us.
I get off of her after I capture her mouth for another long and lazy kiss. I pick up...Alec...and check him. Wet. Yay me. She gets up and looks at me, "Want me to change him before I get started on dinner?"
"Nope. Daddy and Alec bonding time. You start cooking and I'll watch the twins. Don't we have a bassinet or something to put them in so we can all be out there together?" I call out to her through the open door.
"Nope, if you could find something, that would be awesome. Nick and Gwyn would probably help you look tomorrow. Yes you will, Gwyndolyn. Don't even give me that look. Go wash your hands so you can give me a hand with dinner. Nick, would you go help Matt with the babies? He was changing Alec, but when he's done, Bri will need a fresh diaper too, I'm sure."
Nick rushes in, not wanting to get in between Gwyn and Brenna when they are arguing. My tween girl's attitude since the babies were born goes from doting on them to hiding in her room so she doesn't have to help. Brenna says it's hard to go from being the baby to being a big sister to two babies but she doesn't let her get away with hiding out. I switch twins with Nick and when both of them are fresh and dry, we all head out to the kitchen.
Brenna and Gwyn are both singing. Gwyn has the melody and Bren took the harmony. Their voices blend together, creating a beautiful piece of music. They are so involved in the song that they don't see Nick and I standing there with our mouths hanging open, staring at them. I've never heard them like this before, with the harmonies. Wow. And she's all mine. They both are.
I set Angel down on the carpet and move up behind Bren, "Have I told you lately how amazing you are, my Brenna?" I whisper in her ear.
She stops singing and giggles at me, "Yes. You tell me all the time. I'm actually starting to believe it a little. You're pretty amazing yourself, my Mattie. We're having spaghetti with vienna sausage in it. Think beef and it will taste better."
"It'll be fine, Babe. We make the best with what we have. Right Nick?"
He grins at me after depositing Alec next to his sister, "Yep. At least we have food to eat and a place to live. I think it's pretty good down here mostly. Don't you, Gwynni?"
"Yeah. It's okay I guess," she's still upset about having to help find something for the twins tomorrow.
"Hey Princess," I tell her, "You don't want to hang out with me tomorrow? Maybe we could find something for you on our search?"
"I don't know. What do you want, Gwynni?"
"A guitar or a piano? Maybe a computer?"
"Well, if we go together and you find something, we can talk about bringing it home, okay?"
She smiles, happy to be the center of my world for a minute, "Okay Daddy. I love you. Wait, it'll be just you and me, right? "
"It's okay," Nick mutters, looking down at his scuffed up shoes, "I don't need to go tomorrow. I'm going to go see Emma."
He turns and trudges to the front door. I look at Gwyn. She is watching carefully. She waits until the door opens before calling out, "Nicky?"
"I want you to stay here for dinner with us. And to go with Daddy and me tomorrow. It's okay, Daddy, right?"
I smile at her, not sure whether I approve of her playing him like that or not, probably not. I need to have a talk with her about how to treat your friends, "Yes, Princess. It's okay. Nick, you going to join us on the bassinet or playpen hunt tomorrow?"
A smile has crept back over his face, "Yeah. I'll go," he looks at Gwyn, "and stay for dinner, Gwynni."
Gwyn smiles at him and walks over to give him a hug. I don't like it. Especially when he hugs her back and she kisses him on the cheek. "Three feet, Dominic."
He grabs her hand and pulls away, his grin threatening to take over his entire being, "Yes sir, Sarge. Three feet.
Brenna is smiling at all of us, "Dinner is ready. Kids, can you set the table while I get the twins settled?"
She walks to me and wraps her arms around my waist, leaning against me and putting her head on my chest, "You are an awesome dad."
"I love you, my Brenna."
"I love you too, my Mattie."
"Really? Are you guys going to do that all the time again? Gross!" Gwyn says from across the room, she's smiling though. It's not as bad as she thought it would be, this family of ours.