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The sun likes to dip between the trees in the late afternoon, giving the streets of Sewickley an orange glow before it sets completely. Maple Grove Lane, in particular, is constantly filled with rays of yellow, orange, and pink light that make the houses that line it look like they belong in the opening of a movie rather than a sleepy suburb in Pennsylvania.
The sight is familiar now, something that signals Samira's imminent return home and has her nerves from whatever shitshow her shift has graced her with settling. Today she pulls into the garage, the sun shining even into the enclosed space, and turns off her Subaru before climbing out and heading inside.
There is music playing somewhere in the house, the kitchen she thinks, which makes sense because there is a delicious smell wafting through the hall. After kicking her shoes off and dutifully placing them on the shoe rack next to pairs of black boots and sparkly sneakers she makes her way toward the smell of vegetable biryani and Anika's delighted giggles.
Jack is singing along to whatever song is playing and spinning Anika around the open space, the little girl's head thrown back as her curls fly around her. Samira does not interrupt, simply watching them from the doorway with a smile as they continue their dance. There is a beautiful bouquet of flowers on the island, yellows and purples that brighten up the space and sway slightly from the breeze flowing through the open windows.
"Amma!"
The squeal breaks Samira out of her trance and she reacts just in time to catch Anika as she launches herself forward, her small arms wrapping around Samira.
"Hi sweet pea," Samira hoists the little girl, now three, onto her hip and kisses her cheek. "Did you and daddy have fun today?"
"Daddy is in a good moo’," Anika announces as she looks over her shoulder. "See? He’s making my faborite dinner."
Samira looks over to Jack who is smiling at them widely, the late afternoon sun catching his hair so she can see the faint traces of auburn that stubbornly cling to the grey as he walks over. He pulls her in, squishing Anika who squeals at the movement, and kisses Samira probably a bit longer than is appropriate in front of their daughter.
"Hello my beautiful wife," Jack is still smiling when he pulls back, pressing another kiss to her forehead and then to Anika's. "How was work?"
"Long, boring, annoying."
Anika wiggles out of Samira's grip and runs off, presumably to the playroom, which Jack takes as an opportunity to pull her closer, ducking his head to her neck and nipping at the skin before soothing the spot over with his tongue.
"Mmm you really are in a good mood," Samira smirks as she moves to give him more space to kiss her, his stubble brushing against her skin. "What’s this all about?"
"Can't a man just be happy kissing his wife?"
Leaning back to look at him better, Samira looks over Jack's shit eating grin and narrows her eyes, "What did you break?"
"Nothing."
"Did the dog get into something again?"
"Nope."
"Anika color on the walls?"
"Not today."
She stares at him for another second before sighing, "I give up."
Jack smirks again before moving to stand behind her. He gently steers her to the front of their house where their large bay window is. When they finally stand in front of it, Jack wraps his arms around her and settles his head on her shoulder.
"Isn't it beautiful?"
Samira hums in agreement, looking out onto the street. The sun's rays hit the exact right angle on the street sign, sending a small ray of rainbow light over the corner. They hit the houses across the street, shadows and pink rays of light glowing in a way that is poorly imitated by porch lights in just a few short hours. Their neighbors, The Clarks from three houses down, ride by on bicycles, their laughter reaching the house through the open window.
It’s peaceful, perfect almost. But not an explanation as to why Jack is walking around the house like the sun is shining out of his ass.
"It’s beautiful," Samira looks over her shoulder as best as she can from the angle Jack has her pinned at. "Is the sunset what has you in such a good mood?"
Wordlessly, Jack turns her chin so she is facing toward the street again. She looks once more, not noticing anything different about the familiar landscape until he points at Portia's lawn. The manicured grass, the colorful flower beds, the flashy BMW…
The glaring "FOR SALE" sign on the front lawn.
"Popped up this morning," Jack says with barely contained glee. "Her husband got transferred to Arizona. Arizona! That is hands down the most miserable place on earth!"
Samira is still for a moment before a peel of laughter leaves her, her head tipping back onto Jack's shoulder as he tightens his grip, "Oh my god, you’re celebrating Portia moving?"
"Yes!" Jack says, his lips still curled into a smile as he kisses down Samira's neck again. "This is the best day of my life!" He pauses, then presses a particularly wet kiss to the spot where her neck and shoulder connect. "Well besides the obvious."
"You’re insane," Samira's voice has no heat to it as she curls one hand around to thread through his curls.
"Only occasionally," Jack's words are muffled against her skin. "C'mon, I made biryani and I bought your favorite wine."
Anika goes down relatively easy that night, tired out from a trip to the park and grocery shopping Samira learns as she takes up a spot on the couch next to Jack. He immediately grabs her ankle and pulls until she is close enough for him to grab her waist and haul her up into his lap.
"You’re really excited about this aren't you," Samira giggles as Jack buries his face in her neck, lips pressed to the soft skin there while his hands skate up from her hips to her back and then slowly move forward to her ribs. His fingers brush against the underside of her breasts and she stifles the gasp she almost lets free.
"Fucking ecstatic," Jack sighs, pulling her closer as he mouths lazily at her neck. "God baby, I’ve been waiting for you to come home all day."
Samira leans into him, pliant from the two glasses of wine she had at dinner and the way his hands roam her body. One hand comes up to twist into her curls while the other moves to give her ass a grope through her cotton shorts.
Jack leans up and kisses her, Samira quickly getting lost in the action as she tangles her fingers in his curls. His resounding groan has her hips canting towards his, grinding down and chasing friction.
"Fuck baby," Jack groans as she begins to kiss down his neck. "Wanna… Fuck…"
"What do you want Jack?"
Her voice vibrates against his skin, her hands moving from his hair to his chest, her fingers spreading across his toned chest as he groans again. His grip on her waist tightens ever so slightly and he pulls her back to meet her eyes.
"I want to put a baby in you."
Samira arches one brow, searching his face for any sign that he is not being truthful but all she finds is his pupils blown wide and his eyes more brown than hazel. His jaw is held tight, but she knows from experience that it is because he is thinking hard.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
They had talked about it, another baby. Samira had grown up as an only child and therefore had shouldered the burden of every expectation of her parents on her own. Jack has two older sisters that he still speaks to once a week like clockwork, Amy and Julie coming to visit on Thanksgiving while the three of them drive up to Connecticut every Christmas.
Samira and Jack have had many conversations in the past three years since they brought Anika home about a sibling for her. About how they want a planned baby, not that they don’t love Anika and her surprise appearance but they both craved the stability that comes with a baby they anticipate. The hope for months on end, taking pregnancy tests with a sense of hope and dread, the quiet readiness of buying onesies and tiny socks and crib sheets before a plus sign even appears.
Jack's request is not out of nowhere, but the words still have Samira's breath catching in her throat as she looks down at her husband. The man who has consistently put everything on the line for her, who had proposed in a hospital room while she was having a breakdown, who had delivered their baby in their bathroom.
"You want another one?"
"Baby," Jack breathes out, his hands gripping her tighter now. "I… Fuck I am not a man who is used to asking for what he wants but knocking you up with my baby again would be the best thing I could possibly imagine."
Samira smirks when she leans down, her words just loud enough for him to hear as she meets his gaze, "When have I ever been able to say no to you?"
The groan from Jack as she leans down to kiss him again is more of a growl, his hands already moving across her body. He only breaks the kiss to push her shirt off, lips immediately going to the warm skin of her collarbone, her chest. His lips close around her nipple and Samira cannot help but throw her head back in ecstasy.
"Upstairs?"
When Jack doesn’t answer Samira pulls back, watching the shit eating grin from earlier come back full force, "What?"
"Nothing," he says and she immediately does not believe him. "I’m just thinking we don’t need to go upstairs?"
"Yeah?"
"Mhmm," he says between kisses, lips still teasing her breasts. "I can do my job perfectly from right here."
Too keyed up to argue Samira nods, her fingers tangling in his hair as his slips under her shorts. He groans when he finds she doesn’t have panties on, the discovery pushing him to flip her onto her back on the couch. She laughs at the sudden switch in positions but it’s quickly replaced with a moan when Jack wastes no time in pulling her shorts aside so he can get his mouth on her.
"That is not how you make a baby," Samira manages to moan out, her hand finding his hair again.
"I have a method to my work," Jack mumbles, pulling back to kiss her inner thigh before diving back between her legs. He licks a long stripe from her entrance before pulling her clit between his lips and sucking.
Samira's head falls back, a string of moans and curses falling from her lips. She slaps a hand over her mouth, trying to muffle the sounds but Jack quickly tears it away, pinning her hand to the couch.
"Wanna hear you," he mumbles between licks at her pussy. "Fuck… Want everyone to hear you."
Jack makes quick work of moving his hands to spread her thighs, thumbs digging into the soft flesh there as he works her over. His tongue is moving between teasing her clit and fucking into her, drawing soft moans from her as he works her closer to the edge. Jack moves one hand from her thigh to tease her clit, the motion pulling her orgasm from her unexpectedly quickly.
"Oh fuck! Jack!"
"That’s it baby," he groans against her clit, still working her over. "Fuck come on my tongue, just like that. Doing so fucking good for me."
A cry rips from her throat but Jack does not stop, two fingers sliding through her folds to fuck her as her walls desperately try to clench around the intrusion. Samira squirms on the couch but he bands his arm around her waist, holding her in place as he pulls a second orgasm from her.
"Good girl," Jack's voice is gravelly as Samira sobs, her hips writhing as his chin drips with her release. "So fucking good for me, baby."
Leaning up Jack meets her lips, one hand coming to squeeze her hip while the other continues to trace slow circles over her clit, "Female orgasm helps with conception. Read a piece in JAMA about it."
Samira laughs, the sound bright and loud as she leans back down to kiss him again. Jack smirks into the kiss, "I’m trying to knock you up and you’re laughing at me."
"I’m already ovulating," Samira says breathlessly as Jack groans, burying his face in her shoulder. "I don’t think we need any extra help, baby."
"Can't be too prepared," Jack murmurs against her skin. "On your hands and knees."
"Another fertility trick?"
"I can spank you if you don’t want to listen," Jack lifts her by the hips, setting her on the couch so Samira's ass is in the air. "Good girl, just like that."
Even with her obedience Jack's hand finds the plush skin of her ass, bringing a moan from her lips as her hips cant backwards, "Baby you’re teasing it's not nice."
Jack presses kisses against Samira's spine, his hand skating from her breast to her hip, "Promise it will be worth it as long as you’re loud for me. Yeah?"
"Windows are open," Samira murmurs as he grips her hips. "Someone is gonna hear us."
"That’s the point, baby," Jack's voice is half groan as he notches his cock at her entrance. "Want everyone to hear you, how good I’m making you feel." Samira gasps as he pushes the tip of his cock into her. "Fuck… Want them all to hear me putting a baby in you."
Whatever Samira is going to say is lost as Jack pushes fully into her, his grip on her hips tightening to the point of pain that she cannot be bothered to mind. Her throat tightens and she lets out a broken moan that is supposed to be his name but is more of a mix of groans and half cries.
"That’s it baby," Jack groans, his eyes never leaving the smooth expanse of her back. "Taking me so good, yeah. You feel that? Feel me so deep in you? Fuck… Right there." He settles fully in her, his breaths coming out short and heavy as he leans his head back. "Fuck baby, you’re still so fucking tight for me. God, you feel like heaven."
"Jack-"
"I got you baby," Jack soothes, one hand coming to smooth down her back. "There you go, so fucking good for me."
Jack starts a slow rhythm, pulling completely out and letting the blunt head of his cock tease her entrance before thrusting back in. Samira's moans fill the room and spill out through the open windows, Jack's grip tightening as she moves back against him to chase the friction of his balls slapping against her clit.
"Fuck, god, Jack," Samira whines, her head thrown back. Jack cannot ignore the temptation to pull on her curls, tightening his grip as she willingly accepts the new position. "You- you’re so deep. Feel you everywhere. So good I-"
His other hand slips down from her waist to circle her clit, a broken moan falling from her as she clenches around him, "Oh fuck! Jack!"
A particularly deep thrust has Samira crying out, hands searching for purchase on the couch as Jack speeds up his rhythm, his thrusts almost punishing as his hands move back to grip her hips tightly, "Just like that baby. You like that? Like how fucking deep I am?"
Samira nods, not being able to form words coherently, but it is not enough for Jack. He slows his thrusts, bringing one hand to cup her jaw and bring her flush with his chest, "Gotta tell me baby, tell me what you want. You want me to put a baby in you?"
"Yes! Fuck yes!"
His hands toy with her clit as he lazily thrusts into her, "That’s what I fucking thought." Jack pushes her back down, her hands hitting the leather of the sofa as he speeds up again. "Gonna knock you up, that what you want? Wanna be full of me?"
"Ja-"
"Wanna carry my baby again," Jack's voice is all gravel as he thrusts hard and deep, one hand holding her with a bruising grip while the other rubs her clit aggressively. "Wanna be so full that no one questions who you belong to?"
"Oh fuck!"
Samira is suddenly clenching around him, her orgasm coming out of nowhere as she presses her face into the couch, muffling the sounds of her release. Jack abruptly pulls on her hair so she cannot stifle her cries of pleasure, "Wanna hear you baby, want everyone to hear what you sound like when I fill you up again."
"Jack, baby-"
"Yeah just like that," Jack's breathing turns erratic and she knows he is close. "Fuck I-"
"Fill me up," Samira cries out as his thrusts falter in speed. "God, please baby. I want it, want you want-"
"Fuck!"
Their rhythm is lost to Jack's groans and Samira's whines as he fills her up, his hips pulled close to hers as his cum fills her and promptly begins to leak out of where his cock is still buried in her. His hold on her hips loosens ever so slightly as he leans forward, his weight dropping onto her back as he attempts to catch his breath. When he is finally able to sit up again Jack makes quick work of pulling out, flipping Samira over, and shoving a pillow under her hips.
The setting sun casts a beautiful haze over the living room, painting Samira in a golden light as Jack smiles down at her. He can't help but lean down and press a kiss to her cheek, his forehead, and finally her lips. When he pulls back his face is illuminated by the sunlight shining in through the bay window, the sweaty curls pasted to his forehead now shining from the last rays of dying light.
"You’re being crazy," she chastises but there is no heat to her words as she blinks up at him lazily. "You have gotta stop reading mommy blogs about conception."
"Hey," Jack has a smirk as he looks down at her. "I only read peer reviewed medical journals, I am not a complete moron."
Samira laughs, grabbing his hand and pulling him forward so she can press a kiss to his lips, "No you definitely sure not. Just a man with a medical degree and a breeding kink."