A Bullet Never Lies(Closed for Courage)

Beau looked at her and took on a mock hurt expression. "So I have horribly unhealthy cooking skills?!" he asked, the smile showing through in the twinkle of his eyes. It was true that he had stepped up to do more of the cooking, but he enjoyed it just as much as she did.

"Would you like a foot or back rub after we are done eating?" he asked, knowing that she had fallen in love with his fingers when they found out she was pregnant. As time went by, he found that he could get her more relaxed with a simple back rub than most other things.
 
Irene grinned at Beau as he turned to her with a hurt expression, his eyes twinkling as he acted offended. “No, I never said that. You’re just giving the peanut so incentive to grow.”

She let out a little sigh, practically moaning as he mentioned a back rub. Yes, she did want that very much. He had a knack at finding all those sore muscles and making them limp and pliable. He had been there with her through the worst of the pregnancy, his hands relaxing her until she could calm down and carry on.

“A back rub would be amazing.” She said as she watched him move around the kitchen with a surprising ease.
 
Beau smiled and then looked at her before winking. "Eat all your peas for peanut, and you'll get a super back rub," he said, sending her his favorite joke. He always liked to joke about being a parent. It was the way he was able to deflect a bit of his nervousness.

He pulled the chicken strips out of the oven, then slid them onto a plate before whistling. He casually dished the mac and cheese into bowls before smiling and grabbing some ranch from the fridge and bringing them to the coffee table. "Dinner is served," he said as he went to grab the drinks for both of them.
 
Irene laughed as Beau joked with her about their baby. It made him relax and more comfortable to be able to throw around comments about their little peanut. She smiled at him, loving him just a little bit more then she had before.

“Thank you, babe.” She said as he placed the food down in front of her. “This is much better than something we could have gotten delivered.”

Taking her fork, she brought the mac and cheese to her lips, blowing on it briefly before she took the bite. A soft little moan left her lips and she looked at Beau with a grin. Her husband was a wonderful cook, turning even the meager fair of chicken strips and mac and cheese into something fit for a king.

“You sure you want to keep working for the forest service? I could use you in the kitchen at the café.” She said, her smile growing wider as she teased him.
 
Beau laughed at her suggestion. He had thought of that, but knew that it would be good for both of them to have their own careers with what they wanted to do. As much as he enjoyed cooking, he knew that he wouldn't want to make a job of it. "You know my answer," he said with a smile, happy that they could have this easy banter.

"So have we thought of some names for when we know whether it's a boy or girl?" he asked, turning the subject serious for a minute. The subject had been nagging at him, as he wasn't sure exactly what names were good or bad. He had a few, but wasn't sure what Irene's thoughts were on them.
 
Irene took a bite of her pasta and regarded Beau as he asked her about names for the baby. She couldn’t help by stroke her growing belly at the mention of it. She let out a small little sigh, thinking on the topic for a moment. She had her own ideas, but she was a little nervous about what Beau would think about them.

“I was thinking about Benjamin for a boy. Or Josh.“ She said softly, her hand resting on her belly as she turned her eyes to her husband. “For a girl…well, I haven’t really thought about that.”
 
"What about Emelie, or Zoey?" he asked quietly. He liked Benjamin, bot not Josh. He thought for a minute. "For a boy, I like Benjamin, but not so much Josh. What about Jude instead of Josh?" he asked, mulling the names over in his head.

He thought back to how he had come up with Emelie and Jude. It was one of the better jobs actually, and he enjoyed the British Isles while on assignment. He had even taken an extra month to relax and take a vacation of sorts. he smiled at the reflection and then placed his hand on top of hers over their baby.
 
“Emelie is pretty.” She said, smiling at Beau as his hand covered hers as they both bonded with their little peanut. “So is Zoey.”

She leaned over and pressed her lips against his cheek, giving him a grin that she felt building deep inside of her. “What about Benjamin Jude Lawry? I think it has a nice ring to it.”

She waited to hear his answer before she interrupted him, a sigh escaping her lips as she sought the courage to tell him what she was thinking. “Beau, does it make me a bad mother to wish that we were having a boy? I…I’m not sure that I can be a good mother to a little girl.”
 
Beau smiled at the name, and nodded. He did like it, or even Jude Benjamin Lawry. They did have time to figure it out, he thought. He smiled when she kissed in, happy that things seemed to be clicking for them.

When she told him about her parenting fears, he just chuckled. "You're forgetting about me. We will both have some learning to do. I'm scared shitless that I'll be a bad father, but I think both of us will do very well. We just have to go with what comes naturally," he said.

He wanted to give Irene strength, but knew that she'd have to handle this fear on her own. She'd see that she would be a great mother though. Somehow, he just knew that she would shine as a mother, and that it would actually be her true calling.
 
Irene gave him a smile and nodded. Beau had a way about him that put her at ease. Maybe it was because he understood her in a way that no one else did. He had been there in the same situations she had been. He’d grown up in a home that did have much love and kindness, just like her. It made her hungry for a life that was different from what she’d had.

“What about Emelie Jane? I kind of like the name Jane. It’s so simple and lovely.” She confessed to him, her cheeks actually turning red with a hint of blush as the warmth from his hand caressed her belly.
 
Beau smiled, the delight evident in his features. "I love it!" he exclaimed. He couldn't help it as the smile got wider. He had always secretly wanted a little girl, had known that if it happened, she would own him, but didn't care.

"I think we are going to be the best parents ever, to be honest. I can't wait for our child to enter the world and take over our lives," he said softly, almost reverently, as he thought of finally being a father. If was one of his dreams, and one that he had told Irene about when he found out she was pregnant.
 
Irene laughed softly at her husband’s enthusiasm. He would be the best father in the world and whatever their peanut ended up being would have an amazing life. She loved the look in his eyes when he thought about their baby and she reached up to touch his cheek gently.

“I don’t think that it’s possible for me to love you more than I do right now, Beau.” She said softy, kissing him one last time before she returned to her meal.

Once her belly was filled, she convinced him to watch a movie in their room. She could snuggle under their covers with a nice comedy on the flat screen, her husband at her side and no worries in the world to think about.
 
Beau smiled, easily convinced of the movie. It was a natural cuddler, as he had found out on the few trysts he had had while working. It had turned the other women off, but Irene seemed to like it, if not love it. It was something else that he just loved more about her.

He cleaned up as she picked out the movie, happy to have finally been able to find the life they were meant to have. He was happy that their old lives had provided them with the finances to be stable for several lifetimes, if that were possible.
 
“Don’t forget you promised me a back rub!” Irene called over her shoulder as she entered the bedroom and put the movie on the screen. “And an ankle rub!”

She was incredibly giddy as she thought about her husband’s strong hands soothing her knotted muscles until she was a whimpering mess on the bed. He knew just the right places to touch and just the right pressure to place on her body that would leave her in absolute heaven.
 
Beau smiled at the added bonus of an ankle rub. He quickly wrapped the dishes up before pulling his shirt off and grabbing massage oils. He squirted some onto his hands and started rubbing them. He saw that she was already on the bed, her shirt off.

"You are excited, aren't you?" he asked as he slid down onto the bed, straddling her legs. His hands quickly started to knead the muscles in her back, starting softly, then getting more firm as the muscles started to loosen and relax under his manipulations. He smiled as he felt her slowly turning to mush in his hands.

He grinned as he slid off her, and then started with her legs, giving her something else. He enjoyed having his hands on her body, as she had an amazing body. He slowly worked his way down to her ankles, knowing that by the time he reached them, she'd be whimpering in pleasure and ready for that.
 
“I’m always excited for a back rub.” Irene purred as he straddled her legs, his hands massaging her muscles until she was like putty.

Her cheek rested against her arms as the movie played in the background, her attention on his hands as he pushed and prodded at her body until she relaxed, soft moans and coos leaving her lips. He was smug in his actions and knew that she would react just this way.

When he moved down to her legs, she sighed in pleasure, her swollen ankles and feet given the same attention as her back. She was whimpering for him, the hot little sounds ripped from her throat with each push and pull of his fingers.

“Beau…” She moaned, his name on her lips as she felt an incredibly wetness gather on her pussy lips. “I need you, baby.”
 
Beau looked down at her and then at her lips. Normally, they didn't have sex after massages. He chuckled lightly and then finished her ankles before sliding back on top of her, letting his body rest lightly on her back, marveling in the warm feel of her skin.

"How do you need me?" he lightly, teasingly asked. He had a way of seemingly teasing her, but keeping it playful so they both enjoyed the moment even more. He was also all about the build up, and this was just part and parcel to the whole thing.
 
A whimper escaped her lips at the warmth of her husband’s body as he pressed against her back. Irene looked at him over her shoulder and blushed at the teasing tone in his voice. She knew that she usually didn’t ask for sex after a massage. It was a time for cuddling and a nap, but she couldn’t help the way that her body responded to him.

“I want your lips on my skin.” She said in a soft voice. “I want your hands on my body. I want your cock deep inside my wet warmth.”

She trembled at the sound of her own voice, the need and want deep within her. “I want you, Beau Lawry.”
 
Beau looked at her, surprise written across his features. She normally just cuddled after a massage. He smiled at her again, and then started to follow her wishes. He kissed along her neck, letting his lips glide across her skin, until he reached her ears. "My lips on your skin. My hands on your body," he whispered softly as his hand softly caressed her sides up to her breasts.

He used his other hand to line his cock up, before slowly thrusting his hips forward, sliding into her wet warmth. He knew it didn't need to be said, and only moaned softly from the immense pleasure that the feeling brought to him. He continued to kiss and caress her, letting her know that this was just as needed for him as it was for her.
 
Irene moaned as his lips grazed along her neck, his breath hot against her ear as he echoed her words. His hands slid up her sides, cupping her breasts and she let her eyes flutter close. She moaned softly as she felt his cock pressing into her warmth, stretching her body around him in such a familiar way.

“Oh, Beau…” She moaned as he kissed and caressed her body, her own hands exploring her handsome husband’s body. “Yes, baby…Just like that…”

He made her feel incredibly beautiful. The love that he gave her was ten fold and she tried to return just as much to him. She hoped that he knew that. She would die for him, she would protect him, she wanted to give him the life that he had always dreamed about.
 
Beau slowly started pumping in and out of her, never letting his hands leave her body. He had never felt this close to anyone, and wanted nothing more than to hug and hold his wife close. He knew that she loved him, just as he loved her. It helped make this moment so special for him. He looked down into her eyes before smiling.

"You, my dear, are amazing," he said slowly, before keeping his slow, gentle rhythm. He knew they would both reach their end, but wanted to make it last. He would only move faster if she wanted it though, as this was just fine for him.
 
Irene was in heaven as Beau made sweet love to her. She gasped each time he slowly pressed into her, his belly rubbing against hers as his hands stroked and caressed her body. She sighed, her lips finding his as he murmured to her that she was amazing. He had no idea how much his words meant to her.

She moaned lowly, her passion and heat radiating from her body as his hips made contact with hers on each thrust. Her fingers dug into his strong shoulders, her other hand tangling in his hair. She cried out in pleasure, her hips bucking up against his as she came in a beautiful moment.

“Oh God! I love you, Beau.” She whimpered, her pussy pulsing around his cock as he continued his slow, leisurely rhythm.
 
"I love you too, beautiful Irene," Beau groaned, while continuing to thrust and grind into her. The feelings her walls were giving him sent shivers down his back. He would never admit it to anyone, but the things she could do with her vaginal muscles were amazing.

He kissed her before getting faster, if only incrementally. This pace was feeling amazing, keeping him on edge, but not enough to drive him over it. He straightened up, sliding out of her before gently rollin her onto her side. He loved to spoon with her, his cock deeply imbedded in her pussy.

As soon as he was back inside of her, he started to kiss her shoulders, teasingly running his fingers through her hair and along her shoulders while lazily thrusting his hips against her butt. He knew it would also help with her comfort level, letting her enjoy it even more. Pregnancy had made them get a little more innovative, but he found that he loved what they were doing now just as mug as before.
 
As Irene’s orgasm washed over her, she felt incredibly beautiful and cared for. Beau had an easy way about him that broke through the tough shell she’d once held close around her. He would never hurt her. She could see that now, even if they had met under very unusual circumstances.

When he kissed her, it ripped the breath from her lungs. She moaned against his lips, sighing as he thrust a little faster into her body, her muscles still clenching and clinging to him. When he broke the kiss, she knew he was about to move and she hoped that he kept making love to her.

She wasn’t disappointed as he helped her roll onto her side and he settled in behind her. He spooned against her, his cock slipping deep into her body yet again. She let out a hot moan, the feel of his lips against her shoulders and his fingers tracing through her hair made her relaxed.

She loved this position and it made her feel impossibly close to her husband. His hips thrust against her bottom, the slight slapping sound filling the room as she reached behind her and rested her hand on his hip, squeezing the flesh in encouragement.

“That feels so good, baby.” She murmured, turning her head to kiss his hand as he stroked along her shoulders.
 
Beau groaned with the encouragement, the feelings overpowering him. He was steadily growing closer, and the feelings were starting to push that edge further. He knew that when he finally came, it would easily be one of the most intense orgasms he had had in quite some time.

His hand slid down her side to her hip, pulling her back against him with a little more urgency, letting her know that he was getting closer. He loved this position but it didn't allow him to tease her fully like he wanted to. He smiled tightly, the pleasure taking over, as he thought about all the ways he could tease her to an intense orgasm.

"Honey, let me know if you are ready," he said, his voice husky with emotion. He waited for her response, taking his time with his thrusts. This was about her, and he would gladly prolong it for her.
 
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