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The Gift Box Ch. 02

By: SinsiousSiren



Emily and Eric agreed that as long as the sexual liaisons between her and Scott did not take away from their relationship, that she would continue to be with him if that was his choice. 

Emily thought of it as a chance to satisfy herself beyond her toys, but when Eric was home, she was dedicated to him, even if she slipped away at night to be with Scott. However, that would invoke dramatic sexual pleasure between her and Eric, and Eric thought it was erotic.

Several weekends after Scott's birthday, his mom didn't want anyone around her. Eric felt that the marathon escapades she had been on between both of them, had worn her out and left her to reenergize. He remarked to Scott to leave his mother alone, and she would come to him when she was able. 

Eric was in the pool when Scott approached him about Emily.

"Hey dad."

"Son."

"So, moms sick?"

"No, just tired. I think that we wore her out."

Scott was shocked, embarrassed and didn't quite know what to say. 

Eric looked at him knowing he needed to say something to ease the tension, "I know Scott. She doesn't keep anything from me." 

He eased out of the pool to the edge, "I know what kind of sexual appetite the woman has, I found that out the first day she walked into my classroom."

"She told me she made you get off just by getting close to you."

"It was a bit more than that, but I like to keep that memory to myself." Eric smiled think of the past.

"So, you're ok with mom fucking me?"

He scowled, "Don't say that about your mom."

"Ok, so what is it?"

"I like to think of it as her teaching you a way to have a sexual relation. And she's damn good and experienced. She's put me on my knees more than once."

Scott smiled thinking about her down over him on her knees.

"Scott, she loves you dearly, what she's trying to do, in my opinion, is keep you close to her, maybe recapture her youth a bit. She keeps telling me how much you remind her of me when we met."

"Yeah, she mentioned that a time or two."

"She said you're hung, like a horse, as she puts it."

"That's what she told me, that I was bigger than you, not by much." He whispered.

"Well, you know you only entice her to be naughty when you watch us."

He went flush.

"Yeah, I know that too Scott." Eric looked at his son, "I hope you learned something from all those mornings and nights at our door."

"Does anything get past you?"

"Not much, not even the dent on your mom's car."

"That wasn't my fault, Mal hit it with the board."

"It's ok, not that big of deal." Eric took a deep breath, wondering how his son would take his next words.

"Em and I, we've loved each other a long time. When we lost your sister, she was traumatized. I thought I lost her too." he swallowed hard.

"Ever since then, not like I didn't before, I have kept her close and let her live the way she needed to. When she told me that she wanted to do that for you for your birthday, it was something that we talked about for along time. I don't know why she chose that, but as I said, she may feel she needs to step back to when we were younger. I was always her protector, that wont change."

"So what are you telling me dad?"

"I know she's your mom, I know she loves you, I know that she planned this and thought this through at great lengths, but I don't want you to think she's at your beck and call for any sexual need."

"She gave me something and told me it was there when she wasn't."

"Um hum. And I'm willing to bet she told you to be careful and use it in her place."

"Something like that."

"Look, Scott, she's your mom, but she's my wife, and my love, I won't let anyone hurt her or get between us."

"I wouldn't do that dad."

"Well, I just need to say that for my comfort. You and Tangy need to experience things together, and you use that stuff your mom gave you, especially those condoms."

"You know Tangy wants to sleep with you."

"The only way I'll sleep with her is if she already pregnant. I have a pregnant woman fetish," he thought about Emily when she was carrying her children, "I couldn't keep my hands or my dick away from your mom when she was carrying you, and when she got pregnant with Mal, my god she was so sexy." he felt himself stiffen.

"You can use the condoms."

"No. I don't want to become a father again this late in my life. She wants to sleep with me, she better be pregnant, and then we'll talk." he hoisted himself up and adjusted his swim trunks.

"Do you think she'll do this when Mal gets older?"

"No. You and your mom have a different bond. Besides, Mal doesn't stand outside our bedroom door being a voyeur."

"No, he and Phil have jack off contests in their room, trying to see who squirts higher."

"Good, they need to keep in practice."

"Phil still wants to fuck mom."

"Let him keep wanting, it's good for his ego." 

He left Scott to his thoughts and went up to check on Emily. She was still sleeping, and this worried him. He took off his trunks and got into the shower, preparing to wash his body when he felt a cool hand slip around his waist.

"Hi baby," he smiled, turning to face her.

"Hi." she said sheepishly.

"Sorry if I woke you, I wasn't wanting too."

"No, I was just quietly lying there, thinking."

"Thinking, about what."

"The things I've done with Scott. As his mother, I shouldn't have done them. As a woman, I had a ball. But as your wife, I'm kind of ashamed."

"Don't be Em. You said yourself you were doing this because he reminded you of me. So for all unselfish purposes, you were still loving me." 

She shook her head, most of the time she was thinking about Eric. She told Scott so.

He stroked her now wet hair from her shoulders and kissed her, "baby, I know it's just a fling, and I would rather it be with Scott, than some stranger."

"But he's our son, and as much as I love him as a mother, I am attracted to him as a woman, and it's nice to have the younger man to play with."

"I know baby, you need what you need right now. We agreed that he would not interfere with us." 

He pulled her up to him, she wrapped her legs around his hips, "I told Scott not to get a big head about this, he's not to come to you unless you ask for him. I told him you would come to him when you needed to. Otherwise that was what the box was for."

"You and he actually discussed all of this?"

"Yes." he slid hard up into her, making her moan a bit, "You're my love, my wife, I am possessive of you, no matter who it comes to." he pumped her up and down, holding her hips easing her slowly. 

She held his neck and kissed him softly. He returned her kiss and held her close. Emily said nothing, glad that Eric was taking her. If nothing else, she thought, her little tryst between herself and her son had added more of a flame to her love and sex life with Eric. That was what she really wanted. 

She wanted his attention; she wanted him to be as affectionate as he had been before the baby was lost. 

He had drawn away from her to help her heal when she needed him to be closer to her. She was trying to regain all of that she had during their first years through Scott. 

She knew what she was doing, and was hoping that it would also bring the Eric she knew then back to her. Emily knew that it would never be as it was; they were older and had been together just a little over twenty-one years. But she wanted to recapture Eric as he was, and she found that in Scott. 

She buried down into Eric's shoulder and moaned, releasing herself to him, he wasn't far behind her and let himself flow into her warmth. He held her close to him, his withering manhood slipping from her body, the water rushing over them.

"I love you Emily," he whispered closely to her, brushing her cheek.

She cried in his arms, the tears mixing with the water, holding him tightly. Eric helped her stand and she remained against him, not looking at him. He felt her stifling a sob and pulled her away from his chest looking at her.

"Baby?"

"I'm ok, I'm, I," she wiped the tears and water from her face, "I'm just tired, that's all."

"No baby, there's more than tired in those eyes." he brushed her face again, gently caressing her. "Tell me." He whispered.

"I can't, I don't know, I was remembering us."

"Us?"

"Yes, us."

"What about us?"

"Us, before we lost Erica." she broke down in his arms. 

He reached around and turned off the water, kicked the door open and wrapped the towel around her, picking her up and carrying her to the bed.

"Baby, you'll make yourself sick. Stop thinking about that."

"Scott is so much like you, like when we got pregnant with her. I want that back! I want you back." tears rolling again.

"Baby, Em, I never left."

"I want my Eric back that I had before the baby, before Scott and Mal. I need MY Eric. The one that rode me on his motorcycle, the one that took me out to dinner and made love to me in the back yard. The one who got me pregnant on the first date."

"Oh god, Em, I'm sorry. I didn't realize."

"You were always here, you were always at my side. We moved here to raise our family, and after we lost Erica, you found reasons to be away."

"No, I was trying to give you grieving time, trying to let you heal."

"I needed you with me to help me heal. I needed you home."

"You were in the hospital a month, I was at your side as much as I could be Em. The boys needed me too."

"I know, I know. And I'm being selfish!" she howled.

"No, no," he whispered, "I understand."

"No, you don't. You're always gone. A week at time, two weeks, a month. I hate your job!"

"Emily, I can't help it. I took it to provide better for us, so you could work from the house and raise the boys."

"Then stop!"

"I can't stop, how can I stop?"

"Find a teaching position here, change your hours, tell Jack you can't go out of town so much."

"I'm the only one he has that can do that part of the job baby."

Emily slid away from him, grabbed her jeans from the closet and threw a shirt over her naked chest, slipping on some flip-flops. "I need you home Eric. I wanted us to have another baby."

"You know we can't. That's why we quit trying. There's no way for you to..."

She ran from the room and down the stairs, grabbing her purse from the kitchen table and out the door too her car. 

Eric grabbed some shorts and ran after her, but by the time he got to the back door, she was squealing tires of her mustang out of the driveway and onto the street. Eric hit the side of the house.

"FUCK!"

"Dad, what's wrong with mom?" Malcolm came up behind him.

"She's upset, that's all." he turned to look at his youngest son.

"Mom never gets upset. It must have been something really bad."

Eric looked at the calendar, and realized what the date was. He swallowed hard and looked back out to the driveway. This was the day of the accident sixteen years ago. He broke down in tears and slumped down against the open door.

"Dad?"

"I'm alright son, I just didn't realize how much your mother is hurting."

"Hurting? What for?"

"This is the day she lost Erica."

"Oh shit!"

"MAL!"

"Sorry."

"Hey, what's everyone doing out here?" Scott walked up from the backyard.

"Mom, she spazzed out. Look at the tire marks she left."

"Damn, mom did that?" Scott was as surprised as the rest of them.

"Yep." Mal looked at his dad, back at Scott, and stepped away, motioning at Scott to follow him. "Hey, do you think you can go find mom? I think she could use you right now."

"What? Usually you are jealous of me being with her."

"Well, I usually am. But dad's in no shape to find her, and I can just about guess where she went."

"What happened?"

"I don't know. I heard her yelling and screaming and then she blew through the house, tore out of the driveway and then I found dad standing in the doorway."

Scott swallowed hard, "So, why did she... wait, mom never yells."

"I know." He looked back at Eric, who sat with his head in his hands sobbing. "Dad said that this is the day she lost Erica. The way she tore out of here, I bet she went to the grave."

"Oh god, mom!" he expressed with a muffled scream. He looked back at his dad and then at Malcolm. "Get dad back in the house, I'll go find mom. Tell him mom will be alright, I'll call when I find her."

He pulled the keys from the wall for the motorcycle and grabbed his helmet and jacket, putting them on.

"Scott!"

"Yeah dad?"

"Be careful, and take care of you mom, she very fragile right now."

"I will. I'll call you when I find her, and dad, don't worry, she'll be ok, she just needs sometime to cry." Eric shook his head and went inside with Malcolm. 

Scott wheeled the bike out of the garage and cranked it, eased it down the drive and out to the road. 

It took him less than an hour to find her. She was wilted in front of a small headstone that was shaded by a willow tree. He slowed the bike to a stop behind her mustang and shut it off.

He called Malcolm to tell him, left his gear on the seat, and slowly walked to his mom, kneeling down beside her.

"Mom, are you ok?"

She looked at him, he hated to see her like that, she hadn't looked like that in a long time. He put his arms around her and held her close. "Mom, I'm sorry."

She wept a constant flow of tears where there should have been none. She sunk into him and didn't say anything. He rocked her and kissed her gently, telling her it was alright, he knew she was hurting. 

He reached over to the headstone and ran his fingers over his sister's name. Angst of pain struck him. 

"Mom, if I could change things I would."

"Thank you baby." she whispered finally.

He was quite for a little longer, and giggled, "Hey, were going to have to put new shoes on your horse, you left part of them in the driveway and down the road." 

She chuckled. He put his hand under her chin and she looked up at him. He wanted to kiss her, he wanted to take all of her pain away, he wanted to give her something she couldn't have. He quietly spoke to her, trying to take her mind off the grave.

"Hey mom, that's a pretty hot picture you gave me in the box, how'd you manage that?"

She smiled, "It wasn't easy." her voice was teary.

"Do you think I can take some of you that way?"

"One day." she looked up at him.

"God mom, I'm so sorry. If it was up to me, you would have your little girl."

"Thank you Scott." she put her hand on his cheek. 

Even though the sadness, the heat was building between them. She felt the trimmer for him in her stomach. 

"Mom," he started to brush his lips to hers, "can we go somewhere, quiet, away from all this, away from the house?"

She was close to his face, his breath hot on her lips, "I would like that Scott." She caressed his lips with hers and he gently kissed her. It was slow and passionate, not like the other mornings, or the other nights, this was deep, longing. 

He felt himself go stiff, and brought the kiss slowly to a stop. He felt himself falling in love with the woman she was, and loosing the affection he held as her son.

"Mom, if I don't," her eyes were sad, "I won't be able to ride the bike." he motioned down. She smiled. 

"Ok baby." 

He stood up, helping her to her feet, and stopped long enough to hold her. He placed his hand on her tummy and rubbed, "Mom, if I could, if I knew that you could carry a child, if it would be healthy, I would mom, I would."

"No, no son, that's not... I can't, besides, your father still has good sperm. I just can't. That's why we didn't try again after she was gone." she kissed him lightly, "thank you for the offer. That's very sweet and kind of you."

He blushed, feeling an overcoming of warmth. 

"So, where would you like to go?" she said, still blushing over his offer.

"Somewhere that you go to, when you want to be alone, besides here that is."

"Somewhere very private?"

"Yeah, that would be nice." he smiled at her.

"I know just the place." she kissed him again and let him go. 

He mounted the bike and put on the gear, cranking it as she rumbled the car to life. They pulled away from the graveyard and out to the road. 

This time Emily drove slower until she got to the edge of town. When she was past the city limits, she gunned the car and Scott chased after her at a good speed. 

They wound through the foothills and to the mountain road. Emily skillfully drove the car through the twisted road and Scott laid the bike from side to side, taking them easily. She rolled into a seemingly deserted lakeside cabin, and brought the car to a halt. 

Scott rolled in beside her and stopped the bike.

"Damn mom, we haven't been up here in years."

"I know, but I have." she shut the car door and juggled the keys. 

Scott came behind her, carrying his helmet and gloves, she opened the door to the secluded cabin and let the musty air out. Scott looked around to see that it was very clean and there were fresh flowers in the window.

"I come up here a few times a week. It's my hideaway when your fathers gone."

"This is nice. I forgot about it, it's been so long."

"I think everyone has."

Scott looked at her, she was beautiful, but worn. Emily walked over towards the kitchen and he rushed to her side, "No, wait, mom, go sit down, I'll get us something."

"Ok," she whispered, and went back to the couch.

Scott came to sit beside her and bumped her leg with his as he handed her the water. They sat quietly for a few moments and Scott tried to think of things to take her mind off of whatever it was going through her head.

"Hey, the box. Mom, damn. Those must have been expensive. And that pic, that didn't take me long with that."

She giggled. "I'm glad you liked it."

"So," he felt uncomfortable, maybe it was because of where they had come from, maybe it was because of what he said, or the feelings welling up inside of him, "what's the rest of this place look like now?"

She got up and took his hand, pulling him from the couch, and led him to the rest of the cabin.

It wasn't that big, but it had two bedrooms and an indoor bathroom, living room, kitchen, laundry room and porch.

"I've been working on the rooms. It's good therapy for me." she looked at Scott, "We were planning on moving up here a long time ago. So, I thought, I would decorate it like I wanted it to be before we bought the house." 

"Mom, there's not enough rooms."

"Yes there is, or there would have been. We were going to add on a few more for each of you. Your dad and I planned for six of you."

"I'm sorry mom."

"Its ok baby, really. I just need to cry. I'm fine. I really am." But he saw she wasn't. He could feel it in her grip of his hand. 

"So that was going to be your room, and we were going to add on to the top for Mal, and then I thought I'll put you boys upstairs and keep your sister here with me, and then we would decide what to do when we had our others." she coked back tears.

"Mom." he said quietly. 

"I'm ok." she whispered, and led him to the master bedroom. "So," she cleared her throat, "This was going to be our room, and we have another bathroom over there. I wanted a bigger bed, but since we weren't going to live here, we opted for a queen-size. But it's still nice. I sleep in it sometimes in the afternoons. It's nice to come up here and get naked and relax."

"Mom, you shouldn't be up here alone like that."

"I'm ok, no on knows I'm here. I park the car around back, and I don't usually stay that long, just on the days I know you boys won't be home till late."

"Well, if you don't come home one night, I'll know where to find you."

"Yes, my secret is out." she sighed, "You keep it a secret too. Please, this is One thing Eric doesn't know about."

"Are you sure about that mom?"

"Yes. That I am positive of."

"Good!" he picked her up, carried her over to the bed, and lay her down. He slipped beside her and put his hand on her tummy again, "I know we can't make a baby, but I feel the need to try. Does that sound weird?"


The Gift Box Ch. 02



"No Scott."

"I want to make love with you, give you my fruit and at least think I can help." he smiled, that sounded awkward.

"Yes Scott," she whispered, running her hand down his face, "I would love to try and make a baby with you."

His lips took hers with fiery passion, they maneuvered their clothes off and she lay before him in earnest of his love. She parted her legs and let him slide deep with in the confines of her body. 

She arched as he pushed all the way into her, and slowly eased out with precision. They moved in harmony with each other, slowly, methodically, carefully. They did not moan, did not hurry, did not rush.

He lay across her chest and cuddled her with his arms as he moved in and out of her, their lips tender and soft together. They came together, in delight and pleasure. Not one loud moan, not one scream, not one ounce of anything but their breath deep and the enchantment they held between them.

Scott thought he was dreaming when he woke up next to her. She was on her side with her back against him, his arm draped over her, she breathed deeply. He smiled thinking about how relaxed she was, compared to earlier that morning. 

He was startled by his phone, and realized that it was getting dark. He rolled away from Emily and grabbed his jeans, pulling the phone from his pocket.

"Hello?"

"Hey, where the heck are you guys? Dad's irate!"

"We're alright, mom's just resting."

"Resting? where?"

"At her special place, she has somewhere she goes when she gets upset or needs to be alone."

"And she took you there."

"I followed her."

"See, she gives you all the privileges."

"Mal, you guys were the one who sent me after her," she moaned brushing against him.

"Is that mom?"

"Yeah."

"She's asleep?" Mal asked to be sure.

"Yes. I let her sleep, she was really tore up about Erica."

"Well, you might want to consider bringing her home. Or telling dad where she is, he's really getting pissed off. She hasn't answered her phone in hours."

"I think she left it in the car. She may not have even turned it on. It took me along time to get her to stop crying."

Emily brushed against him again, rolling over to face him, "Hi baby," she whispered.

He put his fingers to his lips, motioning her to be quiet; she shook her head and snuggled down into his free arm.

"Hey Mal, she's waking up. As soon as she's coherent enough to talk, I'll tell her to call dad."

"Ok, but it better be soon, he's ready to come and find her. I don't think we want him on the warpath."

"No. Give her about ten minutes."

"Ok, I'll tell dad. Later."

"Bye Mal." He shut his phone and lay it on the nightstand next to the bed, "Mal says dads pretty pissed off."

"Why?"

"Cause you aren't home yet."

"He knows I take off and deal with things my own way."

"It would probably be better if you called him from your phone. Mal says he's been trying to call you and no answer."

"Well, duh." she smiled. Scott snickered. "Damn. Let me get up and I'll call him." She slid from the bed and walked around towards the bathroom, "Baby, run out to my car and get my phone, please?"

"Sure mom." He watched her walk away, her sweet ass bobbing as she disappeared into the darkness. He grabbed his jeans from the floor and slid them up his legs, adjusting his growing cock. He put his shirt on and ran out to her car, snagging her phone and returning to her side.

"Here." he handed it to her, she opened it and saw that he had called at least twenty times since she left.

"Damn it Eric!", she said fingering thorough the menu, "He is persistent." 

There were several messages and she padded through them, listening briefly to them until she got to the last one. She looked at Scott and pushed the mute on her phone, "Scott, would you mind?"

"Oh, no mom, not at all." he got up, kissed her cheek and left the room. She waited for him to shut the door, and pushed the mute off and hit repeat on her phone, holding it to her ear.

'Hi baby.' Eric's voice was soft, he was crying again, she hated it when he did, because it was always the crushing point of her emotions over him. 

'I'm sorry, god I'm sorry. I didn't realize that was today. You're right, you're always right. As much as I love you, I have been away too long. I guess I carried my grief longer than I knew.' The phone beeped and she went to the next message, 'FUCKIN PHONE! Sorry baby, please, we'll change things, I'll change things, I'll shift my hours, we'll go on vacation, I don't know, please baby, forgive me.' *BEEP*

She shut the phone and gathered herself. She was being selfish, Eric was hurting and she didn't even know how much. He had doted so much over her, she had forgotten his feelings, she only seemed to find hers, and those were at fault. 

The phone range, Eric immediately picked it up. "HELLO!"

"Hi baby." she quietly said.

"Oh God, Em, Em! Where are you baby?"

"I'm ok, I'm just, I had to go somewhere and think that's all."

"Scott with you?"

"No, not right now, he was earlier."

"Where the fuck is he?"

"He walked outside to my car for me."

"Outside? Where are you baby?"

"I found a nice quiet place to go and cry."

"You've been gone for a long time. I was getting worried."

"Scott's been here. We're fine."

"You somewhere alone with him?"

"Yes, but Eric, Nothings going on, I just can't do that right now." She wasn't lying, it wasn't then, as it had been earlier.

"I'm coming to get you, Mal can drive me and I'll drive you back."

"No, we're coming home as soon as I find my keys. That's what Scott is looking for now."

"Em. Please baby, let me come and get you. I need some time with you, alone, away from the house, away from the boys."

"No, Eric, I'll come home and then we can go somewhere. I'll be home within the hour. Ok."

"Alright Em, please baby, be careful."

"I will Eric, I'll be home in a little while."

She paused, thinking about the day, "Eric, baby."

"Yeah Em?"

"I love you."

"I love you Em."

She clicked end on her phone and lay it in her lap, crying. Scott eased into the room and walked over to sit with her, holding her.

"Your dad wants me home. We're going to come back up here after while."

"You said he didn't know you came up here."

"He doesn't, but this is still our place Scott. We made Malcolm here." she smiled remembering.

"Maybe that's what you and dad need," he rubbed her belly, thinking about earlier.

"I don't know what I need right now Scott. I love the way we are together, carefree and sexual, but your dad and I, I love him, I can't deny that. It's different havening sex with you and him."

"I know mom, it's deeper with dad than me. I mean, it means... fuck, I know what you mean mom."

"Thank you baby." she kissed him gently. "Now, if you will help me change these sheets and air out the room a bit, I don't want him to smell of us here."

"I hope we can do this again in the future."

"Yes, I do too." she paused, "and Scott."

"Yeah mom?"

"Thank you for making love to me. Just because it's different between your father and myself, doesn't mean that it's just fucking between us. I love being with you, and what happened earlier," she smiled, caressing his face, "if I was lucky enough to conceive with you, it would be a blessing because I know how much you love me as a woman."

"Oh god mom, thank you." He felt the tears well up in his eyes, he wanted to lie there with her and love her even more, but knew he couldn't. "Mom, eh, Emily?"

"Yes Scott?"

"I love you."

She saw the truth in his eyes, the love in his heart. "I love you to Scott." 

They held each other close and kissed softly, holding on to the moments they shared.

They changed the sheets and opened the windows in the room. She was hoping that it wouldn't be noticeable, even though they did not engage in heavy sexual activity. She asked Scott to please wash the sheets for her after her and Eric left, he said he would, he had some other sheets to wash too. She smiled, knowing.

She drove home, thinking about everything, mostly about Eric this time. Scott followed behind her, keeping his mind on the road, watching her taillights in the distance. 

When they arrived home, Eric met her in the driveway and collected her in his arms. Scott parked the bike and walked over to his parents.

"Dad."

"Son." 

Scott knew that Eric knew that they had been together, "I took care of her. She just kept crying."

"Loosing your sister was hard on both of us." He looked at Emily, kissing her lightly.

"I'm sorry Eric, I'm so sorry." Emily clung tightly to him.

"Come on baby, it wasn't your fault. Please, just go somewhere and spend some time alone." 

"Yes, I would like that."

He kissed her deeply, making Scott a little jealous. She turned to Scott, kissed his cheek, "Thank you baby, for everything." she whispered to him.

"Mom." 

"Yeah baby?"

"You want me to get that?" he pointed to her car.

"If you don't mind." she smiled, remembering the sheets.

"I'll take care of it then. You guys go have fun." he smiled non-convincingly.

"Why don't you call Tangy, you two need to talk."

"Yeah, yeah I think I'll do that."

Emily and Eric walked inside. Scott retrieved the sheets and took them to the washer. He smelled of them, taking in all of Emily he could before putting them in the water. He felt odd, felt like he would cry.

Eric and Emily packed a small bag and told the boys if there was any trouble, to call Eric's cell phone, he didn't want Emily bothered, and only call if it was an emergency. 

They left her car, taking Eric's bike. It had been several years since her rode with her on the bike, and she missed it. It brought back memories of their first ride, the night she conceived Scott. 

She reached down, touching her belly, wishing she could get pregnant again with Eric's child. It was nice Scott said that if he could, but she knew all too well that was out of love and worry to make her happy, not out of clear thinking.

They rolled up in front of the lakefront cabin and Eric pulled the bike to a halt. He eased his gear off and Emily slid off the bike walking to the side. He took her helmet and gloves.

"Just like old times huh baby?"

"No, we had to have a baby sitter then."

"I'm talking about pre-Scott." he laughed.

"Almost, we went to your townhouse and the back yard, not our own place. And you had a different bike then."

"Yeah, old dinosaur." he took her arm, "Shall we?"

They walked towards the door, Eric unlocked it, reaching in and turning on the light. He put their gear down on the coffee table and turned on a few more lights.

"Wow, it looks nice. You've been working hard here."

"Yeah, I come up a few times a week when I get bored working at the house. I hope you don't mind."

"No, not at all. With the boys gone, I'm sure it helps keep you occupied." he leaned over and kissed her, "so what does the rest of the house look like?"

"Come on, I want to get out of these jeans anyway."

She showed him what she had done, the same thing that she had shown Scott earlier. When they went into the kitchen, she saw the glasses in the sink, and hoped that Eric didn't notice. She almost commented about them, but he was looking in the fridge.

"Not keeping it stocked?"

"No, I have water and some dry goods on the shelf. I don't want to power to go out and loose things."

"No problem, I'll ride back into town and get us something to eat."

"Liked you used to when we were in Florida."

"Yeah, I think I can handle the Chinese take out on the bike still."

She was falling in love with him all over again. She saw the man she loved twenty-two years ago unfolding before her. Her heart raced, and she wanted to make love to him, like they used to. Sex had become just that, sex. She needed him to love her as they had in the beginning. That was what she missed most about him. 

Yes, he was gentle and passionate, but it had turned into more of a sexual game than the lovemaking. Not that he didn't love her, but she missed him taking the 'time' he used to in the beginning. Like the other night, when he rolled her up in his arms and held her all night, after their massive sexual romp. She loved the sex, but she missed the man and the heat of passion he gave to her.

"Em?"

"Yes Eric?"

"How long you been coming up here by yourself?"

She looked at him funny, "What?"

"You said you come up here and work on the place, how long?"

"Since before Mal was born."

"You really wanted to live here didn't you?"

"Yes, yes I did."

"So, why don't we sell the house, and move here?"

"Where would the boys live?"

"Their in college, Scott works, Mal can move to campus, we can help them get an apartment if need be."

"I don't know, what about work?"

"That was something else I was going to talk to you about, but that can wait until later."

He gathered her up and kissed her, "So, Mandarin or Thai?"

"Whatever you feel like. Just bring me back a soda?"

"I can do that." He kissed the top of her head, "baby, you know I worry about you, can I say this with out hurting your feelings?"

"Yes, I promise not to cry." She knew what he was going to say, she had already thought about it.

"You were coming home from here that night when you had the accident."

"Yes," she held back the tears, swallowing hard, "I know. I hit that washed out pothole and slid off the road. I'm sorry Eric, I should have left before dark."

"I never blamed you for that. I should be blaming myself. If I hadn't been away on business, if I had been home, or even her with you, we..." she put her fingers to his lips and kissed them softly.

"Don't Eric, I've thought about that enough today. Right now, I just need you. And I am sorry."

"Sorry?"

"Sorry that I forgot about your feelings, your love, your torment and stress."

"You didn't forget, I did. I focused on you so much, I didn't let myself grieve, and I sunk into work as a result. But that's going to change."

She hugged him tightly, "Good, because I need you. I want my husband back, I want us to love like we did when I conceived the boys, I want..." it was his turn to put his finger to her lips.

"I'm going to do my best Em."

He picked her up and carried her to the bed, lying beside her.

"I want to make love to you, but right now, I just need to hold you, is that ok baby?"

"Yes, Eric, I would love that."

He held her close to him, taking all of her in that he could. He didn't need to be inside of her, he didn't need to be licking her pussy soaked from his juices, he didn't need to feel her clawing his back. 

All he needed was her body, pressed against him, feeling her breath, her heartbeat, caressing her hair and face, slowly kissing her, committing to her again.

Eric spoke softly to her, nuzzling down into her hair, "I love you Emily."

"I love you so much Eric. I really do."

They lay in solitude for a long time. Eric's stomach finally growled and he took off to get them something to eat. While he was gone, Emily lit some candles and took a shower washing the harshness of the day away. 

Eric was gone for about an hour when he wheeled the bike into the makeshift yard and cut it off, hopping from it and snagging the food he brought back for them.

He hurried into the house and put it in the kitchen, and rushed to find Emily. He was liked a schoolboy. He found her in the bathroom and she told him he couldn't come in, it was a surprise.

"I'll fix the plates and wait for you then."

"Eric, put on some Zepplin or something nice to listen too."

"OK baby!" 

He went back to the living room and turned on the stereo, and then went to get the food. He thought about the plates and then thought why not do it like they used to and just eat out of the cartons, sharing with each other. That was when their love was young, when they had time for each other. He wanted that back with his wife. 

Eric was waiting for her. He sat on the couch like an impatient kid, and then Scott suddenly crossed his mind. His own son had been sexually intimate with his wife. 

Why was he letting that happen? Was it because she wanted the attention that he wasn't giving her, was it because she was just in need of what she had told him, to recapture that essence that she used to have with him, and now, she found it in Scott's youth. 

She kept saying, 'he's like you, he's just like you, he loves like you, but you are my love'. Was she using Scott as a human toy to capture what she had lost with him?

It wasn't just his age that slowed him down, he was only fifty-eight, and as horny as ever. He loved having sex with her, and making love to her. He didn't always come like he used to, but he made sure she was pleasured at any cost, and she seemed to be satisfied. 

Was she trying to make him jealous after all these years, capture his attention fully, like she used to. It used to be, he never let her out of his site, well, figuratively speaking. 

When they made love the first time, when she conceived Scott, he loved her fully, with no regrets. The same with Malcolm, there was nothing blocking their passion. The night she got pregnant with Erica, they were having fun and had nothing to worry about because the boys were with grandma, and they were off celebrating his promotion. 

Every time she became pregnant with him, they were totally in love, with no outside worries. It had just been the two of them. Suddenly, he understood. Their life wasn't fun anymore. 

They had come up here every summer with the boys, and it was fun. They had come skiing in the winter, stayed up there, and it was always fun. They were going to make this their home, until the wreck. Then everything changed. He wiped a tear from his cheek.

Emily walked into the room, and saw his face.

She went quickly too him and down beside him on the couch. "Eric?"

"I...I'm...ok."

"Eric, I'm sorry. Maybe we should have gone to a hotel."

"No, this is our place. We built this as our home once. We should have been here."

"We made the decision not to."

"No. I made that decision for me, and made you and the boys suffer because I couldn't stand the thought of being up here, knowing all to well it was because of this house we lost our baby." his eyes were red, face littered with falling tears.

"No. No Eric." her voice was soft, understanding.

"Oh God Em," he reached down and put his hand over her belly, "if you hadn't been up here trying to get back there, or if we had just moved in here like we originally planned, we would have our baby girl." He was sobbing and holding her close.

"Eric, it's no ones fault. Not the house, not yours, not the boys, not our decisions. I am to blame if anyone because I didn't leave earlier."

"No! Never blame yourself!" He held her by her shoulders.

"Eric. Stop. It's been sixteen years, what is done is done, we can't go back and change that."

"No, but I can change things now. The boys are grown, we're going to sell the house and move up here. I am going to be with my wife, my love, and I vow right now, we are going to be closer to each other. I won't loose you, to anyone, or anything, including myself!"

She put her hand to his face, wiped the tears away and kissed him. 

"Em?"

"Yes Eric?"

"How would you feel about having a baby?"

She looked at him funny. Was he and Scott on the same vibe link today, or were they just trying to make her feel better?

"I, Eric, you know I can't."

"No, we don't know that. It's been years since we tried, maybe we can go to the doctor and see about artificial insemination? I would love to see you pregnant again."

"Eric, I, I don't know. We haven't talked about this in years." 

All the while, she was thinking about earlier with Scott, and his offer and their love making session. How it felt being with him, his cream entering her body, his seed delivering itself to her womb.




The Gift Box Ch. 02



Eric reached down and stroked her belly, she felt the power of his touch and then Scotts, knowing that it was all too real, that it was possible for one or the other to give her a child. She placed her hand on his and held it to her, longing for him to give her his child again.

Eric stood, taking her with him, and then picked her up and carried her into their bedroom, making love to her, slowly, passionately. Strong feelings over took him and he felt them melting as one, like they had each time she became pregnant with their children.

Their love took them to a new height, passion flared, she forgot all about her sexual tryst with Scott, and focused on what her husband was giving her, what she wanted back all along and searched for within her son. Now, she had it with Eric again.

Scott called Tangy and she met him at his house. They slept in his parent's bed, making love with the sexual scents of Eric and Emily surrounding them, enhancing their experience. Tangy thought the musky smell of Eric on his pillows was incredible, and she noticed how much Scott smelled the same during their encounter. 

Tangy took her time with Scott, trying to please him with the best of her abilities; Scott saw this and did his best to please her. They fell deeper in love that night, and after their lovemaking, he put his hand on her belly and remembered his mother.

The sexual encounters between Scott and Emily faded, as they found the lovers they needed to be with, but knew how much their expression of love had meant to them. 

It had helped them find their way to the people who they needed the most. Scott never looked at his mother the same. He saw her as a woman now, not just his mother. Emily respected Scott for the man he had become, and the love he had as himself, not his father.

Four months after the encounter at the cabin with Scott and Eric, Emily discovered she was pregnant. She was traumatized. Eric had been out of town, his last business trip for the month, when she woke up sick and had to run to the bathroom to throw up. 

She lay back down in the bed and debated the reasons for her sudden sickness. She called the doctors office and they had an opening and would see her when she got there. She hurried, dressed, and met Malcolm as she hurried down the steps.

"Mom, you alright?"

"No. No."

"Mom, what's wrong."

"I'm sick Mal, I'm headed to the doctor."

"If you're upset let me drive you, I know that..." he stopped talking when she handed him the keys.

They hurried to the car and Mal rumbled it to life, and eased from the driveway and down the road.

"Did you call dad?" he inquired after a bit.

"No, not yet, I don't want him to worry. This is his last trip, so, I want him to come home quietly, especially if what I think is happening, is happening."

"Mom?" Malcolm expressed concern in just that one word.

"Mal, you have to promise me you won't say anything till I find out for sure."

"What mom? What?"

She looked at him, fear and trauma, eagerness and excitement, embracing her face.

"You're scaring me mom!" he turned the corner by the hospital and into the drive of the doctor's office. He parked the car and let it idle, waiting for an answer.

"Mal, I think I'm pregnant."

He didn't know what to say. He was three when she lost the baby, and didn't understand why mommy wasn't around for awhile. And when he went to see her, she didn't look like mommy.

As he grew up, he heard the stories and understood. "Oh, mom." he whispered to her, holding her hand. She was shaking. 

"Come on mom. I'll help you inside." Malcolm shut off the car and hurried around the other side, helping her out and to the office. When she went inside the exam room, he went back out to the car to call Scott.

"Scott!"

"Yeah Mal, what's up?"

"Mom's sick."

"Sick?"

"Yeah, she's really upset too. Maybe you had better come home. Dads supposed to be in about noon."

"Is it that bad?"

"Well, let's just say, she was shaking so badly when I got her here, she about passed out."

"I'm coming home, right now."

"Well, you'll beat us home."

"Did you call dad?"

"Mom told me not to."

"I'll call him."

"She's gonna be pissed if you do."

"I don't care, he needs to know, especially if she ends up in the hospital."

"I don't think it's that bad. But I'm still worried." he was really quiet, "Scott, don't you dare tell mom I told you this."

"Tell me what Mal?"

He cleared his throat, "Mom thinks she's pregnant." He heard the phone drop and Scott scream 'oh shit' in the distance. He picked up his phone again and Malcolm heard panic in his voice.

"Shit, Mal, you sure she said that?" 

"Yes, I thought she was going to faint."

"FUCK!"

"You sound like dad now."

"You call me as soon as you leave the doctors office. I think I'll wait to call dad."

"OK." he paused, "Hey Scott?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you think she'll be alright?"

"I don't know Mal, I don't know." He hung up his phone and looked at Tangy. "Mom's sick, I need to go."

"I'll go with you Scott."

"No. I think its best right now if I just go by myself; dad will be home by the time I get there. She's gonna need all three of us if what Mal tells me is true."

"What's wrong with your mom."

"I can't tell you that yet." he got up, kissed her and put his clothes on. "I'll be back later, I may be real late."

"Call me, I'll wait up."

"No, because if what Mal says is true, dads going to hit the roof, and its going to take me and Mal both to calm him down," he looked at the floor, "More Mal than me. He's probably gonna kill me." he whispered.

"What?"

"Nothing. I'll call you." He kissed her again and grabbed his jacket as he went out the door.

Tangy ran after him,"SCOTT!" 

He took his helmet back off and looked at her, "When are you going to tell your parents about me?"

He put his hand on her tummy, "Maybe tonight, maybe we should this weekend." 

"We need to tell them soon, before I start showing more."

"I know Tangy. I know."

"Be careful Scott. I love you."

"I love you too." he kissed her, put his helmet on and was gone.

Scott raced home. So many things running though his head. They hadn't been together since the day in the cabin and that had been four months now. He didn't think she had gained any weight. Not like Tangy, she had a little pudge already. She and Scott got pregnant the same night that his dad took his mom back to the cabin. 

Surely to god he didn't get them both pregnant the same day. He pulled off the side of the road to wipe the tears from his eyes. He took off his helmet and laid it on the tank between his legs.

He heard his phone go off and fished it out of his jacket,"Hello." he said all choked up.

"Scott?"

"Hi mom. How are you feeling?" he sniffled a bit.

"I'm ok. Where are you, Mal said you were headed home?" her voice was soft to his ears.

"I was with Tangy, she and I have some news. But were going to come to the house tomorrow together. I was just coming to see you."

"Scott, baby, you alright?"

"No mom. I'm scared."

"What about?"

"About you."

"Honey, I'm fine. Just a little bug in my tummy, that's all."

He coughed, choking on his own salvia. "Mom, I'll be home in about an hour."

"Ok Scott, I'll see you then baby." she clicked the phone off and looked at Mal, taking a deep breath. 

"You told him didn't you?" He shook his head yes. "It's ok Mal. I know you did what you thought was best. Now, we just have to tell your dad." She started crying. 

Malcolm hugged her. It had been a long time since he felt comfortable comforting his mom, but now, he felt it was time to let his guard down and show how much he loved her.

"Mom, it will be alright. I promise." A tear trickled down his cheek.

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It was Scotts twenty-first birthday. He and his wife Tangy lay sleeping in the cabin that his parents had given them as a wedding gift. Tangy was six months pregnant with their first child.

His phone rang, waking him from his sleep. He suspected that it was his mom calling to wish him a happy birthday; instead, it was his sister Erica.

"Scott?"

"Hey Erica."

"Hey, um, happy birthday."

"Thanks sis." he paused, she wasn't her normal bouncy seventeen year old self.

"Scott, dad wanted me to call you."

"What's wrong?"

"It's mom."

"MOM?!"

"Yeah, she went into labor this morning, he took her to the hospital about a half hour ago."

Scott shot straight up in the bed, startling Tangy, "Scott?"

"Mom's in labor!" he stated to both her and Erica.

"Yeah, Mal is going to get Brendan, and I have Hayden with me. Mom was hurting pretty bad, it scared Hayden."

"Hey, I'll be there soon."

"Mom said for me to tell you, as she writhed in pain, to meet them at the hospital. I wasn't sure what to do about Hayden. Do you think she'll be ok, or should I wait until dad calls us to go to the hospital."

"Why don't you give it a little while, get Hayden's PSP or something for her to do, and maybe slip some juice boxes and a snack in your purse for her, she should be alright. I had to do that with Brendan when mom had Hayden."

"You carried a purse?" she giggled and tried to lighten the mood a bit.

"Oh shut up!" he laughed.

"Ok Scott. Oh yeah, mom says for you to be careful, and tell Tangy that she hopes she's feeling alright."

"I'll tell her. I'll see you in a little while." he hung up the phone and sat for a moment trying to clear his head.

"Scott?"

"Wow, I had this dream, it was so real, but, shit."

"Want to talk about?"

"It wasn't bad, but... maybe when we get home; you are going with me aren't you?"

"To see my new baby sister, you bet!" She eased herself from the bed, Scott helping her up. He loved her naked, pregnant body and wanted to bed her again.

"Oh no you don't, I see that look in your eyes Scott. Besides, I have to pee." she rushed away, 

He hurried into the shower, she slipped in behind him, as she did, he flashed back to parts of the dream, shaking his head.

When they got to the hospital, everyone but his dad was in the waiting room. It wasn't long before Eric came out to tell them the news. He came through the door and looked at all of his children, beaming from the newest arrival to their clan.

"You have a sister. She's as beautiful as her mother," he cried.

"Aww man, I wanted a little brother." Brendan whined.

"Sorry, tuff luck buster!" Hayden poked him.

Mal just smiled, Bridgette hanging off his arm. Scott held Tangy close, and rubbed her expanding belly.

"Yep, your next!" Mal told Bridgette.

"Oh no, not till we get out of college."

"HA!" he put his had on her tummy, "I don't think so," and smiled.

"Scott, mom's asking for you."

"Me?"

"Yes, she wants to see you." 

He looked at Tangy, and back at his dad, "well, why me?"

"I don't know, she just asked to see you alone."

He swallowed hard, remembering the dream again. 

Scott followed Eric to Emily's hospital room. She was resting in the bed, holding the baby in her arms. Eric and Scott walked in, and Eric walked over to her.

"I'll be right outside baby, you did good." he whispered. He walked back over to Scott, and patted his shoulder as he went out.

Scott swallowed hard again, and approached his mom. She motioned for him to sit on the edge of the bed. He sat, still very nervous.

"Hi Scott." her voice was weak, she was exhausted.

"Hi mom. How are you feeling?"

"Tired and sore."

"I bet." he chuckled.

"Would you like to hold her?"

"Yeah, yeah, sure." he took the baby from his mother and cuddled her close, gently caressing her cheek. 

"Scott, she looks just like you when you were born."

He felt his heart jump into his throat, and his body tensed, the dream still very real in his head.

"Scott, you alright?"

"I, I just had this weird dream that's all, about you, and the baby."

"You're just worried, and getting ready to become a father yourself, I'm sure that it's just the stress."

"Yeah, maybe."

"So, the reason I asked to see you alone, is I want you to help me name her. Your dad and I, we threw a few names around, but since she was born on your birthday, we thought that we should give you that privilege."

"Wow, I... I don't know. I wouldn't know what to call her?" he looked down at the baby, thinking, "she's got such pretty eyes." he smiled.

"Yes, she has your father's eyes, so do you." she touched his hand. 

He looked at her, smiling.

"Wow, I get to share my birthday now." he rocked her softly. "I always like the name Willow. But, Tangy doesn't like it." he whispered.

"Then Willow it is." his mom smiled.

"Really, you'd call her Willow for me?"

"If you really like that name."

"How about Willow Rose?"

"That is beautiful Scott." she sat up kissing his cheek, "I love you son."

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Scott and Tangy had a baby boy three months later. He looked just like Eric.



The Gift Box Ch. 03



For the last eight months, the dream had been eating at Scott. He had taken the time to tell bits and pieces of it to Tangy and his mom, hoping they would understand. Emily would always ask him if he would like to tell her more, but he would always stop short of his desires for her and just say that he guessed that it was because of her being pregnant with Willow.

He had always watched his parents having sex and playing, it was a normal thing for him. Scott timed his mom perfectly on the days his dad was away. He could find her in her bed, the shower the pool house, even the pool, playing with her toys, satisfying her sexual needs. 

He even made his way to their house in the mornings on his way to work to sneak a quick peek before alerting his mom he was there. But he always had the feeling she knew he was watching when she called out to him.

He had always wanted to know what it was like to be with his mom. She seemed so sexually perfect to him. Tangy gave him sexual satisfaction, but he always felt he was missing something. He had fallen in love with Emily, but he was afraid to admit that to himself. 

He was jealous of his father because they were so close. He was jealous of his siblings because they still lived at home under Emily's watchful eye and the kindness of her touch. 

At night, when Tangy was busy with their son, or after she had gone to sleep, he would sneak away from her and call Emily just to hear her voice for comfort. There were times when he would hide away in the shower, or go outside to their pool, and master his throbbing cock thinking of his mom. 

A few times, Tangy would catch him, but it would only heighten the experience between them, as Scott would pretend he was with Emily. Sometimes he thought it was wrong of him, others he thought of nothing else.

Ever since the dream, he had hinted at his mom about the desire to be with her. She played along, and he wasn't so sure if she ment what she hinted at, or if she was just flirting with him because she knew what he was doing. 

On the mornings he stopped on his way to work to see Emily, she would breast-feed Willow in front of him, giving him an instant hard on and he wouldn't try to hide it. 

When she finished, Emily put Willow down for her morning nap and go about her morning chores, smiling about Scott and his predicament.

One morning Scott followed her into the laundry room. He was still very stiff when he brushed against Emily. She pushed back against him on purpose to see what kind of reaction he had. He grabbed her hips and held her close, sniffing of her perfume on her neck and nuzzling closer.

"Scott, how long have you wanted to fuck me?"

"What?"

"I know you do, why else would you have spent all this time watching me?"

"God Mom, I can't believe you."

"Come on Scott, I know you too well," she pointed at his bulging pants, "I see it in your eyes. I see it in your actions. Your father is the same way when he's horny."

"Damn it mom, I never could lie to you."

Emily smiled and brushed his stiffness though his pants. Her voice was seductive, "You watch me all the time baby. I know that's why you come to the house in the mornings when Eric is away. What's wrong, Tangy isn't giving you enough at home?" "No mom, nothing like that. It's just, I don't know, I love you, and well, I love you as a woman, not just my mom." he blushed and looked away.

Emily put her hand to his face and caressed his cheek, only it felt different; there was a different communication there. "Why Scott?"

"Why what mom?"

"Why do you love me like that?"

He stopped to think about his words and sighed, "I don't know mom. All those nights growing up, sleeping with you when I was a kid, you were very open with me, and we're so close, we always have been."

"You're my baby, your my eldest, I've always kept you under my wing. I count on you. You have always been here for me." her voice was soft and loving, his heart beat faster.

"Yeah, but mom, I fell in love with you so long ago. When I was eighteen, it took everything I had not to blow my wad every time you walked past me, especially when you walked around here naked like it was nothing."

"I've always walked around here naked, just because you got older didn't mean I was going to stop. The only reason I did was because Phil was always here with Mal."

"Yeah, but that didn't even stop you some of the time. And in the mornings, when dad's gone and you play with yourself and all those toys, or when he's getting ready to leave, all the sex you two have. FUCK, you just don't know how it affected my feelings for you."

"Are you jealous baby?"

"Yah, a little." he looked away, ashamed.

"Scott, tell me the truth." she made him look at her and he melted under her eyes.

"Yeah, I'm jealous. I have wanted to have sex with you since I was old enough to know what it was about."

"Scott, why?"

"I don't know, maybe because you're a beautiful woman, and you tease me so fucking bad!"

"Teasing you? umm, yes, I guess I have been." she smiled wickedly. 

She knew what she was doing to him. She was attracted to her son, he looked so much like his father, she couldn't help it. 

She had wanted to be sexually involved with Scott since he was old enough to have sex. But being his mother, his age, and her deep love of Eric, other reasons not to, held her back. 

Maybe now, since she knew Scott felt the way he did, maybe it was time to take that forbidden dance.

"Mom, I want to love you so much. I have for so long." he pushed against her and wrapped his arms around her. 

She didn't push away, but pulled him closer to her. He brushed her lips lightly, taking her scent in. She smelled of baby and breast milk, and her perfume that he always loved on her, took over his senses, on top of the heightened sexual smells that were growing between them. 

She kissed him back, knowing all to well that she shouldn't entice him, but she saw a younger Eric before her. She held him close too her and moaned into his kiss. Scott pushed harder against her, his growing muscle pushing out of his pants. 

Scott touched her left breast, milking it, causing it to stain her shirt. When he felt the warmth of the liquid ooze into his hand, he stopped and apologized. She removed her shirt and threw it into the washer, leaving her beast fully exposed.

"Oh Scott." Emily breathed heavy against him, pushing into him. He held her close to him, not knowing what he should do. She was torn between letting him take her right there, or going to her bedroom.

"God Emily, I want you." he kissed her harder as he undid his slacks, releasing his throbbing cock against her. Her milk-laden breast marking his shirt as she pressed her body to his.

"Scott," she panted into his mouth as he tongued her while lifting her leg up and wrapping it around his, accepting what he was giving her. Her loose skirt was hiked up to her hip, and her pussy, wet with juice, could be felt against his tight member as he rubbed her.

Scott eased her panties to the side and fingered her softly, stroking her clit and lips, and then slid his hardened cock head between the puffy flowers of her sex. He was about to ease himself into her when Willow cried. 

"Oh, Scott, your sister." Emily gasped, breathing heavily. She adjusted herself and hurried away, Scott soon after her. She went to Willow and patted her back, getting her to go back to sleep. Scott held his mom from behind while she did and he softly whispered into her ear.

"Mom, I dreamt that Willow was my baby. You were pregnant with her by me, because you and dad couldn't have any more children and..." he stopped when he saw the look on her face. It looked as if she would cry. "Mom?"

She pulled him from the baby's room to her bedroom. "Scott, tell me the dream. Please?" Scott proceeded to tell her about the whole dream that had been haunting him. 

Emily was shocked at his words, but loved it all the same. "I'm glad you love me that much to give me something that important baby." 

"I do mom, I do. If I had to do it by any means, I would." he touched her face, "I love you, as a woman, and I would give you my life."

"Oh baby. Thank you, but don't talk that way." 

Scott was crying. The dream that had taunted him for so long, now he was able to release the pressure it had on him. 

She pulled him too her, "why would you dream of things like that? I mean, I understand the sex, but the other stuff?"

"I don't know mom. I was so worried about you. I don't know." he trailed off in his words and thought about the past.

"Mom, why did you let me name Willow?"

"It was just something I felt I needed to do baby." she was holding onto him, "Scott, the bond that we have, it is very deep, it always has been... maybe I asked you to name her because she was a way to keep you close to me. I hated loosing you." 

"Mom, you didn't loose me."

"Yes, I did, in a way. You got married, moved out, and became a father yourself. My baby is all grown up."

"Mom, don't. Please."

"Oh Scott." She was beginning to cry. He didn't know why, but it was just too much for him. He picked her up, placed her in the bed lying next to her, holding he close. 

Her tears dried up after a bit and she saw so much of Eric within him, she always had. Her look said it all and Scott kissed her, she felt the intensity between them rise and overwhelming urge hit her.

They were interrupted again by Willow's cries. Scott got up and brought his sister back to the room to be with their mom. She watched him holding and cuddling her, Willow looked so perfect in his arms. 

Emily loved him as her son, but right now, her heart was falling for him as the man he had become. It made her want him, and she didn't care if it was right or wrong. She was falling in love with Scott the same way she had fallen in love with Eric all those years ago. 

Emily took Willow and held her for a bit and when she thought she was calm enough, she put her down on the floor to play, and Scott took Emily in his arms. Willow cried again, bringing them away from each other. 

He picked Willow up and when he looked at her, he saw something that he didn't see with his son, and it felt different, as if there were a bond that he just couldn't figure out. 

He handed her to his mom and she started nursing. Scott felt odd. He never felt that way with Tangy. He guessed he was used to her getting up and going after Breyden every time he needed her. 

"Mom?" he took a deep breath, not sure if he was ready to say how he felt, but did so, "I was just wondering. I mean, after that dream, and looking at Willow, and you letting me name her... I just, I don't know, I just feel that she's my baby and not dads. Maybe I want you to have my baby?" 

He looked at Emily; she smiled as if she knew something he didn't. "I love you. I just want to understand why I'm having these feelings." he knelt down next to where she sat on the bed.

Emily looked at Scott, "I wish she was your baby, maybe that's why I let you name her. I know it sounds crazy, but I wanted her to be yours in some small way." 

She smiled and ran her fingers down his face, "I don't know. Maybe it's the bond we have. I have always wanted something more between us. I just didn't think you would Scott. I mean, after all, I am your mother." She smiled at him, waiting for his words.

"You look so sexy when you nurse her. I get a hard on watching you." He pointed at his pants. "And it is a massive monster at that. I think your beautiful baby." her fingers were running down his shirt collar now and teasing the chest hair that was sticking from the open buttons. Scott was eating it up and getting hotter.

He unbuttoned his shirt a bit more and Emily grazed him with her nails, making him shutter. She finished nursing Willow and put her back in the bed, wiped her breast off and turned to Scott who was holding her again by the waist.

"Mom, what would happen if I accidently got you pregnant?"

Emily wasn't a bit shocked at the question, in fact, she was expecting it after their previous conversation.

"I don't know Scott. Why?"

"Because I want to be with you, and I want to see you carry my child." 

"Scott, I..." emotions overwhelmed her and she melted into him.

It wasn't long before their clothes were off and he was sliding between her legs. She arched up to meet him and he slid deep inside her soft, wet walls. He moaned as he stroked slowly, she accepted him fully and begged for more. He went deeper and harder, but he wanted to remember their first time together. 

He didn't want to just fuck her and get off. He had been waiting for this for a long time and he was going to do the best he could to make it memorable. She came, wetting his thighs and balls. He was amazed at her juice and almost let go himself, but he held back.

Scott slid out of her and she looked at him like he was crazy. "I want to go down on you Emily." She shook her head yes and spread her legs, giving in fully. 

It didn't take him much to get her to come again. She squirted all into his face and it shocked him because no one had ever done that to him. He licked up what he could and felt himself so stiff, he almost came rubbing against the bed. Emily squirmed about a bit after he moved, and handed him something. "Please Scott, I need to be careful right now, I need to make sure we are ready for this..." 

He looked puzzled, but took the condom from her hand, wrestled it from its package and slid it on. No, it wouldn't feel the same, but she was right, at least for now he thought. 

He slid deep into her again and it felt a little odd at first, but he adjusted. He pumped slowly, savoring the moments and watched her as he had always, only this time, he was atop of her and not his father. 

Every moment he took from her was his own and he delighted it all. He watched her rise and fall with his movements, and listened to her moan as he pushed between her swollen lips. She let go and came again, squirting all over him, this time there was no holding back, he let loose his cream, spilling it fiercely. 

He flashed back to his dream and thought of impregnating her. God how he wished that his seed was trapped inside of her, swimming freely into her womb, instead of being caught in the sheath that covered his pulsing cock. 

As an afterthought, he was glad she had handed him the condom to use. If she felt it was the thing to do, then he would do as she wished. He wanted her to be comfortable with what was happening between them as much as he was. 

Scott collapsed at her side and pulled her close into him. Her milky breast leaked and he apologized because he thought it was his fault. He hurried off to get her a towel to wipe off and returned to her side, collecting her in his arms.

"I love you," he whispered in her ear, kissing her lightly.

"I love you too baby." 

She cuddled down into him, the towel between them to cover her breasts. His hands wandered her body, feeling of her softness as he had always dreamed of doing. He tasted of her juices and kissed her with them on his lips. She accepted and dipped herself, bringing it to their lips to share. 

He was growing hard again and going to mount her when his cell phone rang. He reached over and retrieved it from the nightstand next to the bed, looking at it. It was Tangy.

"Hello." He rolled away from his mom, hard on disappearing, "Yeah, I stopped to see mom and Willow this morning on the way in, just like I always do. Why?"

Emily could hear Tangy fussing in the background, but couldn't make out her words. Scott finally hung up the phone.

"Damn it!"

"What's wrong baby?"

"Nothing, she's just... fuck, she's just Tangy that's all."

"Same old bitch fest? you forgot to get the diapers or take out the trash huh?"

"No, this time it was my fault that she ran out of her fucking birth control pills."

"How can that be your fault?"

"Fuck if I know. I guess she had to blame anyone but herself as she always does."

"So if she ran out, what does that mean?"

"Either no fucking with her until she gets some more, or she's already pregnant." 

Emily just shook her head. She loved Tangy, but there were just things about her that were irritating. Scott laid back down next to Emily and kissed her lightly, wishing he could stay and love her longer.

"I guess I need to be getting to work. I have an eleven o'clock class." He stroked her face and ran his hand down her body; "I love you Emily." He nuzzled down into the crook of her neck and shoulder, kissing lightly.

"I love you too Scott." 

He got up and showered, she let Scott borrow one of his father's shirts as she had stained his with her breast milk, and told him she would wash it and have it ready when he returned. Emily checked on the baby and rubbed her tummy. She pulled her robe tightly around her and walked back downstairs. 

Scott came up behind her, pushing her long hair to the side and kissed her neck, taking in her perfume again. He put his hands around her and onto her belly, something sparked between him when he did. Emily smiled, thinking about his words, thinking about Willow. 

What would happen if she let him impregnate her, no one would know but the two of them. She would have to think about it some more.

"I have to go. I'll see you later?" his eyes told her that he didn't want to leave, but knew he had to go.

"We'll be here baby." she kissed him lightly, walked him out to the door and watched him leave. She hurried back up to the bedroom to check on Willow, who was sleeping soundly, and then went to take a quick shower.

As he taught his class, Scott seemed to focus on his earlier encounter with his mother. He smiled as if it was a new love he had, and the students noticed his change in emotional state. He referred several times to the meeting as they discussed the current lesson during this lecture. 

One of his students questioned him, and Scott finally realized that he was so enthralled with the morning that he was totally loopy. He smiled and blushed, looking at the floor.

"I know it's not typical of me to lecture this way. But I have had a whole new door open up for me this day, and I feel that I should express my feelings by not being so strict and to the book."

"Mr. Richmon, you're always cool about everything."

"Well, there have been moments that are boring and dark. I want to change that."

"I think Mr. Richmon has found a new lover."

Scott looked at his student and smiled as if he had been found out, "Let's just say something I had wanted during all my teenage life has recently opened up for me, and I may be experiencing a lot more of it, and something coming of it in the next year."

"Well, it's not your wife, that's for sure!" 

The class laughed, Scott snickered a little bit. "No, it's defiantly not my wife!"

The same student bumped the one next to him and smiled, commenting again, "Yeah, your wife is a bit stiff. So what ever has you this high, I suggest you keep smoking it."

Scott grinned broadly and thought, 'yeah, I smoked it and drank of it. Loving every fucking second of it.'

"See, there he goes again, look at him." 

Scott regained his composure and looked at his watch; it was still another two hours before class would end. 'Fuck' he thought, 'I don't want to be here!'

"Ok, I'll make a deal with you."

The class rumbled about, and waited for him to continue.

"Quick pop quiz, ten questions, and I'll let everyone go home early, no homework, and we'll continue this tomorrow."

The class erupted in a yeah and ugh, but they all agreed.

Scott erased the whiteboard and quickly wrote down ten questions for the class.

"As soon as you hand in your papers, you're allowed to leave. But don't hurry, this counts for your weekly grade. I'm going to let you slide on you Friday test if you do good on this." He smiled, everyone shook their heads. 




The Gift Box Ch. 03



It took them about twenty minutes to answer the questions and hand them in. Of course, a few of the students were done with in the first ten minutes, others just lagged a bit, and others were seriously intent on the quiz. 

Scott graded the quizzes as they were handed to him and was done with the last ones by the time the last student handed hers in. 

Scott looked over it quickly and put grade in his computer, signed out and left. He was halfway back to Emily when Tangy called again. "Scott, where the hell are you?!"

"Where the hell do you think I am?" he replied sharply.

"You should be teaching class."

"Then you shouldn't talking to me on the phone."

"It's break time, I thought I would call."

"You never call me at break time, you never call me unless you want something or there's something wrong with Breyden."

"There is something wrong, I don't have anything to wear to the party."

"For cripes sake Tangy, just wear the orange suit that you bought the a few weeks ago."

"Oh god no! I don't want anyone to see me in that old thing!"

"Fuck Tangy, it's only a few weeks old, what do you mean old thing!"

"I want a new suit Scott. It's your moms 45th birthday, I want to look good."

"IT's Moms birthday, no one will care what the hell you look like, it's not your party! Besides, it's still a month away!"

"SCOTT!"

"I'm not going to argue with you over a fucking bathing suit, wear the orange one or don't go at all. My dad won't care, he's not going to fuck you no matter how hard you try!"

"FUCK YOU SCOTT! You don't know your dad as well as you think you do!"

"I know him well enough to know that unless you're already pregnant, which I don't plan on getting you that way anytime soon, he's not going to lay a hand, or a dick on you. So you might as well give it up."

"I hate you."

"Yeah, whatever Tangy!" The phone went silent and Scott flipped it closed.

When he arrived at his moms, Brenden was getting off the bus as Scott pulled into the driveway.

"Hey lil' Bro!"

"Hey Scott!"

"What you doing this afternoon?"

"I don't know, I want to go to CJ's if mom will let me."

"You have to finish your homework first."

"Yeah, I know." He hung his head, "Today is report card day too. I don't think mom's gonna be too happy with me."

"Just give it to her, sit down and listen to what she has to say, promise to do better next time, and she'll let you slide. That always got me out of the dog house." Scott smiled at Brenden as they walked inside.

"You sure, I mean, last time she grounded me."

"I'm sure. Mal and I always had two different ways of getting to mom, he always got in trouble, I always got off."

"Ok, if you think so." Brenden smiled and sat down at the table, retrieving his report card from his backpack. 

Emily came into the kitchen; she had just put Willow down for a nap.

"Hi boys!" she kissed Brenden on the forehead and looked as Scott, debating on kissing him, thinking about earlier.

"Mom, I didn't do so well." Brenden said sadly.

"Do so well on what?"

"My report card."

"Let me see." She took the paper and glanced over it, and looked at Scott, he smiled. "Your brother wouldn't have had any influence on your decision to show this to me instead of waiting until it got mailed home, did he?"

"Yes." Brenden looked at Scott, who looked at Emily.

"Well, it is better than last time, but you still aren't focusing on your reading."

"I know. I just don't like reading much."

"What?" Scott interrupted.

"I don't like reading. It bores me."

"Then I'll have to do something about that!" 

Scott added, thinking about how to coax him into reading more. "Tell you what, this next weekend, well go to the library and get you your own card. Then on the days I don't have to teach class, a few times a week, or when ever you want to, I'll pick you up, on the bike, and well go down and get some books." He waited for a reaction from either one of them.

"On the bike?"

"Yeah, well if the weather is good."

"COOL! Mom, is that ok?"

"If your brother is good with it, then I'm ok with it. But you have to get your grades up."

"YES!" he made a fist and drew his arm quickly into his side, like a spiking motion.

"Brenden!" 

"Yeah mom?"

"You get your homework done soon enough and you can go down to CJ's."

"DUDE!" he grabbed his things and headed into the study, he stopped long enough to thank Scott. Emily smiled, and was glad that Scott offered to help.

"I know you got him to sit here, he's just like Mal when it comes to his report card."

"Yeah, he told me. He didn't want to get in trouble this time."

"Thank you baby." She walked over to him and put her hand to his cheek, admiration his eyes.

"Your welcome mom." he put his arms around her and stole a quick kiss, "Thank you for this morning. It was beautiful."

She blushed, "don't let your brother see you kissing me like that. He's too young to understand baby."

"Don't worry. He's busy." He pulled Emily off into the laundry room and pushed her against the dryer out of site of everything in the house. 

"I missed you so much. I had to come back before I went home tonight." His mouth was on hers and he was taking advantage of her lips.

She pushed into him with her full body and wrapped her leg around his, and she was slowly moving her hips, grinding against him. 

He became massively hard, pulled her skit up around her waist, and found the edge of her lace panties with his fingers. She pushed into him and kissed him harder. 

His tongue danced with hers and she softly moaned as he pushed his fingers up into her wetness. He managed to release his stiff rod from it's confines and it slapped against her lips, making her jump. 

"Oh Scott." she softly moaned.

He penetrated her, forcing himself deep with the first thrust. She arched into him and he hit the bottom of her cervix. He slowly slipped in and out of her, she gave into all of him, forgetting all around her. 

He held her hips, pushing in sync with his body movement sliding in and out of her. She tightened her vaginal muscles around him with each stroke, and quickly came. The warmth of her cream exploded from her body and onto his, running down his legs again.  

"Oh god mom, I'm gonna come. I can't stop." 

He breathed heavy into her neck, entranced by her movements and her smell. He pumped harder and before she could stop him, he shot his load deep within her, making her whimper loudly into his chest. She panted and collapsed into his body, weak and spent.  

She felt the cream run down her thigh and its warmth brought her more pleasure. She finally drew away from Scott and looked deep into his eyes, searching for something. There was not regret or worry in hers as he searched.

"Mom, I'm sorry, I just couldn't..." he looked down at his glistening, softening manhood.

"Shhh baby, it's ok. God it felt good. I haven't felt that much heat and strength for a very long time. I shouldn't have made you stop this morning, I knew I wanted it."

"What if you get pregnant?!"

"I don't think I can as long as I'm breast feeding. I haven't had a period in several months. But that's not a sure thing. Is that really a chance you want to take baby?"

"I guess so, or I wouldn't have..." Their conversation was cut short by Hayden's voice in the distance... 'Mom? ' 

Emily looked at Scott, "I'll go out there, give you a few minutes to recover." He kissed her lightly and tucked himself away.

She adjusted her panties and straightened out her skirt, leaning against the dryer until she could gather her strength. 

So many things ran through her mind in that one moment. She touched her belly and wondered what the hell she was doing, but it felt so fucking good to be with him and his youth. 

His ejaculations were powerful and thick, she could feel it inside her and as it ran down her leg. His seed was young and flourishing.

She loved Eric; they were still deeply sexual and open with each other, and had spoke about many things, and agreed on them as well. But how would she explain it to him that she was fucking their son. S

he took a deep breath, fluffed her long dark hair, and went into the kitchen. Hayden stood with Scott and they were taking, looking at her report card.

"Look mom, All A's!"

"Oh wonderful Hayden!" Emily hugged her.

"I bet Brenden didn't do so hot!"

"Brenden did fine. He's not in trouble this time, and you don't pick on him."

"Ok mom." She paused, "Do I get to go shopping like you promised?"

"Yes Hayden, but it will be this weekend."

"That's ok, I still have to show daddy." She smiled big, knowing she had Eric wrapped around her finger too. She skipped off to do her homework and Emily leaned back against Scott.

"You ok Mom?"

"Yeah baby, you just wore me out."

"Sorry mom, but you... god I couldn't help it."

"We're going to have to be more careful baby."

"I know." He held her close and kissed her neck lightly.

Scott's phone rang again, it was Tangy, "Fuck, what the hell does she want now."

"You two having trouble?"

"No. It's the same shit every day. She wants this and that, and won't do with what she already has. Or at least that was what the last phone call was about."

"Maybe you should go home and talk to her."

He looked at Emily and shook his head, "I don't know mom. She gets in these moods and there's no pleasing her. I'm wrong, she's right, she's going to go out and do what she wants even if I disagree."

"Maybe you need to put your foot down."

"I have, and she does what she wants to anyway."

"Scott, there's a limit to what a man will take. I love Tangy, but these last few years you two have been together, I've seen her change." 

She looked at Scott, assessing his expression, he motioned for her to go on. "She's gotten greedy since you got the new job. I know teaching doesn't pay that much. When your father and I got married, we struggled on his salary, and when you were born, it was harder on us.

When Mal came, well, things were tight, but better. I managed to work from the house to save us some money. But honestly honey, I don't see Tangy doing anything. And Breyden," her look turned worried, "Why don't you start bringing him in the mornings and letting him spend the day here with me and Willow."

"Tangy will shit if I do that."

"Then just do it a few times a week, let her know that it's so she can have some free time. I don't mind baby. He and Willow can play, and it will allow us a little more time together." 

"That would be great." he was quiet, "Mom, I don't know how I'm going to manage all of this. My heart is so heavy right now."

"Don't worry baby," she put her hand to his cheek, "It will all work itself out."

His phone rang again and he answered it. The look on his face said it all and Emily left the room to go check on the others. 

Brenden showed her his finished homework and she told him not to be too late, she expected him home by six. Hayden was coloring something and watching cartoons at the same time. Brenden went running upstairs and go his skateboard and gear, and stopped long enough to check on Willow.

"MOM! Willow's awake!"

"Thank you honey, I'll be right there."

Brenden came running back down the stairs and headed out the door. He stopped long enough to hug his mom. "I won't be late!"

"You better not be!"

Out the door he went.

Emily proceeded up stairs to check on Willow and bring her back down to the den where everyone else was. Scott came up behind her and hugged her, kissing her cheek.

"I need to go. Tangy is still on he bitch fest." He rolled his eyes. 

"We'll be here if you need us baby." She quickly kissed him, and whispered she loved him.

"Love you too mom." He kissed Willow and ran his fingers down her face. "She does look just like me doesn't she?"

Emily smiled, Scott hugged her and ran his hands down to her belly, stopping and holding there for a few moments.

"If you want, bring Breyden in the morning. I won't mind watching him."

"Ok. I think that will be good for all of us." Scott stopped to kiss Hayden goodbye and left. Emily blew her hair from her face and put Willow in her playpen. 

She went over and sat with Hayden. They discussed what she was coloring as it was part of her homework. She asked her what she would like for supper since it was just the two of them and they agreed on Pizza. Emily kissed her and went to the kitchen to call the pizza delivery.

The pizza came and they sat in the den eating, Willow played freely on the floor. Emily had locked the house up, forgetting that Brendan wasn't home yet. The doorbell rang and she went after it, letting him in. He rushed to put his skateboard and gear away and then back to the pizza.

They all sat watching TV until it was bath and bedtime. Emily nursed Willow and put her to bed before the other two.

After tucking them in and checking on Willow again, she went to her bedroom to wait on Eric to call as he did every night when he was away. She lay in the bed thinking of the morning and the afternoon. 

Scott felt so good in her body, around her body. She reached down and dipped her fingers into her still soaked pussy, running them between her lips and deep inside her, pulling out more cream and leaving traces of it on her labia. 

She slowly progressed into a finger fucking frenzy when the phone rang. She had to catch her breath as she answered.

"Hello." she said panting.

"Hi baby."

"Hi Eric."

"You've been playing?"

"Always."

"Are you wet."

"More than you know!"

"Um, I would love to be tasting that sweetness between your legs right now."

Emily giggled, "Umm, you must be horny, you never talk that dirty to me on the phone to start off with."

"Oh, I can do better than that my hot goddess, I can make you come. Just put those pretty fingers back against your lips and pretend it's me lapping at you with my tongue and mouth, nibbling on your clit and fucking you with my fingers as I do."

"Oh Eric!" She moaned heavily, stroking faster in and out of herself, bucking against her own fingers. 

"Umm, that's my baby, moan for me. I'm stroking my rock hard cock for you. I want to shove it deep in your hot pussy after you come on my face, squirting all over me, making me lick you clean." 

His voice was sultry and seductive, "Drive my fingers deep inside of you, carrying you over the edge again so that you push hard into my face and drowned me with your love juice." 

She thought of how Scott had brought her and orgasm several times that day and she almost called out his name. She couldn't help. She panted hard and put both hands on her hot swollen lips, screaming out to Eric that she was making herself squirt all over the bed. 

"That's my girl!" and then he moaned, and grunted, "I want you to suck me, fuck me with those beautiful lips of yours. Lick me clean and make me cum again in your sweet hot wet box!" 

"Oh yes Eric! I want to taste of you! Come for me baby, come in my mouth, come on my tits! Fuck me hard with that love bone! I want to feel you deep in my pussy baby. I want to get pregnant again!" she shocked herself by saying that, not sure if he had noticed.

"Fuck Em, I'm Cumming!" he made a groaning noise and let out a semi-howl, and she could tell he got off by the sporadic sound of his breathing. "Aw fuck Em, I shot it all over my chest and belly!"

"Umm, I would love to lick that off of you!" "I would love to feel your tongue on my body baby! God I miss you!"

"I miss you too Eric."

They were quite for a bit while they caught their breath.

"Em, you ok baby?"

"Yes Eric. I'm alright."

"I miss you baby. I need you so bad. I'm glad you were already playing with yourself. I was hoping I could get you there. I needed to hear you tonight."

"Thank you baby. I needed it too. I hate it when you're gone like this." she was softly speaking, he heard the tears in her voice.

"Baby you ok?"

"I'm fine. It's just been a long day."

"Everything all right there?"

"Yes. The kids are fine. Scott and Tangy are having some problems. I told him I would be glad to watch Breyden for a few days a week, giving them a break from the baby."

"You sure that's a good idea. I mean, Willow is handful enough."

"It will be fine. Willow needs some one to play with, and Breyden needs to be away from his mom for awhile. Scott says she just leaves him in his bed most of the day, among other things."

"Don't pry Em. Scott has to work things out for himself."

"I know. But I hate seeing that. And if our grandson is suffering, well."

"Don't Em. You have enough on your plate to worry about." He paused, "Don't get me wrong, I love Breyden, but baby, you do so much, and another baby in the house is going to wear you down more. I just want you to take care of yourself. OK."

"Eric, if Tangy isn't taking care of him, some one has to. Scott works so hard. I don't mind babysitting Breyden. I really don't."

"Look, don't worry about things tonight, just get some rest. I'll be home tomorrow. I have a surprise for you too."

"A surprise? Another toy?"

"NO, something better."

"Oh, a boy toy?"

"You horny woman you!"

"Well, all these hot men around me, I can't help it."

"What hot men?"

"You, Scott, Mal, Phil, I can hardly contain myself. I have even thought about a massive one woman orgy! Get all of you in my bed. Just once!"

"MY GOD EMILY!"

Emily laughed, but she had thought about it a time or two, and even planned how she would proceed with it, should it happen.

"You would look like a porcupine with all those dicks sticking in and out of you woman!"

She giggled again, "Well, one of them would be yours."

"I don't think I can compete with all those young hormones."

"Oh baby, you would be the one that outlasts them all. Scott's quick to come, and I'm sure Phil can't hold it either."

"Scott what?"

Emily realized what she had said, and wondered what she should tell Eric. "We were talking about his sex life, and he said that he gets so fucking horny that he has a hard time holding back. I was trying to explain to him some exercises that will help."

"Is that all?"

She swallowed hard, she knew that Eric was suspicious. "Yeah, that's all."

"You know, you can teach him by showing him."

Emily about gasped, but Eric knew her too well. "I'll think about it."

"I'm going to go get a shower baby, this is drying in my chest hairs and I've got it all over my belly and hand. I'll call you later?"

"Ok baby. I love you Eric."

"Love you too Em."

They hung up the phone and Emily rubbed herself a bit more, and broke down in tears. 

'What the fuck is wrong with me! Am I so fucking horny at this age that I can't even keep my pussy in my panties. It's almost like I was a man at times, only worse!' She pulled the covers over her body and drifted off. 

The phone woke her up and it was Scott. He apologized for waking her and asked if she minded him coming back for the night and bringing Breyden. She said no, and would get a place ready in Willows room for the baby. She reminded him to bring enough bottles and diapers. 

It was about an hour later that he rolled into the driveway. Emily went out to meet him, it was almost midnight.

"Scott, baby, what's going on?"

"Tangy. She hasn't changed his diaper since this afternoon. She hasn't fed him. His bottles were sour. I don't know what the fuck her problem is. She took off right before I called you."

"Oh Scott. I'm so sorry. Here let me get the baby." Emily collected Breyden and carried him into the house. 

"I guess she thought that being married and having a baby was going to be a cakewalk. I don't know what the hell is going on with her."

"Is Breyden ok? I mean, he's not hurt or anything?" she picked up the baby, "Hi Breyden, how's my boy." she snuggled him close.




The Gift Box Ch. 03



"He's got a hell of a diaper rash. And I think I finally got him fed enough. Tangy was just sitting in the corner with everything she owned piled up around her. There's a bunch of dishes broken and I don't know what else. I went to Breyden because he was crying and then I went off."

"We can give him a warm bath. I have something that will help the rash. Let's get him taken care of and off to bed, and then we'll talk. You dad is supposed to call back in a little while. Maybe I you should talk to him?"

"Yeah, maybe I should. I'm thinking about turning the house back over to you guys, that way if we break up, she can't get the house."

"That might be a good idea. Talk to Eric and see what he says." 

She carried Breyden upstairs and started running him a warm bath. Scott put his bottles in the refrigerator and went up to help Emily. 

She was bent over the tub and every part of her womanhood was exposed. Scott had a flash of crawling up behind her and taking her from the back, but was too worried over the baby the moment.

"Scott, hand me the towel." she was holding Breyden out of the water, "There now, that's better."

Scott smiled, loving the way she handled her children. He wanted to see her pregnant again so bad, only this time by him. She handed him the baby and pulled her hair up. 

"Go put him on the bed and I'll get the rash ointment." 

Scott laid him on the bed, still wrapped in the towel and Emily came in after him. She pulled the towel open and assessed the baby's rash.

"It will take a few days to heal this up. I may have to call the doctor and get something stronger. Oh you poor, poor baby. Scott, do you have his passie?"

"Yeah, let me go get it."

"It might help, this may hurt." He saw the tears in her eyes.

He came back, and nuzzled the pacifier into Breyden's mouth. He sucked eagerly. "Yep, that's my boy, nursing like a mad puppy!" he laughed.

Emily smiled and applied the rash ointment to the baby. He cried a little bit, but not as much as she expected him too. She powered him to keep the ointment secure and put his diaper around him. She picked him up and looked at Scott.

"She did this just to spite you didn't she?"

"Yeah I think so."

Emily just shook her head. She cuddled Breyden close and it wasn't long before he was asleep. She put him in the playpen in Willows room and covered him up. Scott stood behind her and took her in his arms after she stood.

"Thanks mom."

"You're welcome." She laced her arms in his and pressed back against him. He put his hands on her belly again and smiled.

"You've always been such a great mom, and now look, even my son."

"I try to do my best."

"You do, and you always have."

She smiled and blushed. Scott bent down and brushed her hair away, kissing her neck and cheek.

"I would love to see you carry my child. I know you would be a wonderful mom to her."

Emily was shocked, "Her? You're already planning this?"

"I would love you to have my baby girl. That way she would be as beautiful as you are, and as strong."

"Scott, I..."

"Mom, just let me have my fantasy." he smiled awkwardly.

"Ok baby."

He kissed her fully and held his hands tightly to her belly, "I think I'm as bad as dad when it comes to pregnant women. I love to see you growing, your breast full of milk."

"Scott, my breasts are still full of milk."

"Umm, I know." He lifted her gown and started milking them, letting it run down his fingers, then turned her around to him, and lapped at her swollen breasts. She arched into him and held his shoulders tightly. It was such an erotic turn on for them both. 

It wasn't long before he had her in his arms and carrying her into the bedroom again. He suckled her swollen milky breasts, lapping up her mother's milk and then when he had enough, he kissed down, licking at her thighs and to her swollen flower of sex. 

He found her quite aroused and it was beyond anything he experienced before with her. Emily spread herself wide and accepted everything Scott offered. 

She thought of Eric and the phone call earlier, knowing if he got off as hard as he did, she wouldn't hear from him until the morning. Scott brought her quickly over the edge and she soaked his face and neck. He lapped her clean and crawled up between her legs sporting a massive erection.

"Mom, I need to fill you with my seed. I need to become one again with you. I want to make you pregnant with my child."

She offered herself up to him, answering him by spreading her legs and then her lips with her fingers, slowly stroking her pussy, easing the juices all about her lips. 

She squeezed her breast, milking them and he lay over her, licking at the cream they extruded. Scott eased into her swollen flower and she gasped. She hadn't felt him that hard before, but god, it felt so wonderful.

His nine-inch cock filled her deep with every stroke and bottomed out inside of her. She clawed to him as he picked her up from the bed and held her, enabling him to push harder and further inside her. 

Somehow, he managed to get into a sitting position and hold her over him, still stroking in and out of her. This time she felt him hitting her cervix and gasped with the small, sharp pains, but it only enticed her to buck harder against him. 

She clawed into his back and bit at his shoulder. He wrapped up in her long hair and fucked her harder.

"Oh God Emily, I'm fucking coming. Have me, feel my heat, accept my seed."

"GOD YES. Oh yes. Scott, make me yours, make me one with you."

Their bodies were a melted mass of sweat and sex as he pushed her over the edge and she squirted liquid from her throbbing lips. She clenched her vaginal muscles tightly around his massive cock and held tightly around his neck.

"Impregnate me son, fuck me and give me your sperm! Oh god, Come baby, come! I want your child inside my body! I want to feel the swell of our love growing in my womb!"

He let go, squirting hard and deep inside of his mothers body, his legs quivering as hard as his cock releasing its liquid. He thrust hard, making sure that every drop was left inside of her. She grunted and moaned as he did. He slowed his pace and pumped until he was so soft he could no longer stay inside of her. 

Scott eased her back on the bed and cradled her in his arms. She was exhausted and almost passed out from the pleasure. 

"I love you so much Emily." he kissed her lightly.

"I love you too Scott." She snuggled down against him and started drifting off to sleep.

"Mom?"

"Yes baby?"

"Are you serious about having my baby?"

"Yes son. I couldn't think of a better gift."

"What if you don't get pregnant right away?"

"We'll keep trying."

"What if dad gets you pregnant before I do."

"We'll keep trying."

"I Love you so much. I wish I could have done this so long ago."

"Me too baby, me too."

It was almost three am when the slept, wrapped in each other and their passion. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Morning came too early. Scott got up before Emily and showered. He stood over her sleeping form trying to assess his obsession with her. How could he be so in love with his own mom, much less wanting her to have his child? FUCK! Was he insane! 

He leaned up against the cool shower wall and thought of all the reasons it was wrong and all the reasons it was right. He decided that if her health was good, he would continue to try to get her pregnant, but if she were not, he would still love her, but use protection. 

He didn't want to have to make a choice like that if it came down to one life or another. He was still tired and he began to cry. All the other shit going on in his life wasn't helping either.

Emily was up and running at full force, even with the lack of sleep. She had the kids up and fed before the buses arrived; she had diapered Willow and Breyden, and fixed something quick to eat for herself. 

Her breasts were swollen with milk because she hadn't nursed Willow yet, but that was usually after Brenden and Hayden left for school anyway. 

The buses came and they were off, she took Breyden a bottle, propped him up next to her on a pillow, gathered Willow up, and began feeding her. It was a relief on her massive mounds for Willow to be sucking now. She thought about trying to feed Breyden that way, but didn't know if that would work. 

She was sitting back comfortable with her legs slightly spread, exposing her aroused pussy when Scott came into the room. He was taken aback at her. She could see his arousal in his face.

"Your father eats my pussy when I'm sitting like this. He usually waits till I'm done feeding her, but there are times when he doesn't."

"I can see why. Fuck, that's so sexy!" 

"Would you like a go?" she laughed.

"I don't know mom, you think it would be ok."

"Well, maybe we should wait till next time, after I shower."

"Ok. besides, Breyden might keep us distracted."

"No, he's fine. Damn it!"

"What?"

"My other breast is leaking."

"Here, let me help." He went over to her and took the towel he was drying his hair off with and put it on her breast, wiping the milk away. 

"Can I? I mean, it was so good last night. I was amazed how sweet it tasted."

"Do you think Breyden would suck?"

"I don't know, you could try. I sure like it!" he smiled.

"Willow is done, maybe we can try?"

"Ok." He took Willow and she picked up Breyden, nestling him to her on her leaking breast. He instantly dug in like he was starved and nursed hard. Her other nipple went stiff and it was turning her and Scott on tremendously! 

Scott finished burping Willow, put her in the playpen, and then went back to Emily. His engorged cock peeking from his shorts. Emily smiled.

"God mom, you look so gorgeous. He looks like he belongs there."

"Thank you baby. My jugs are so heavy today. Maybe because Willow isn't nursing as much at night."

"I don't know mom, but," he was down on his knees before her, snuggling into her free breast, "I sure like it."

"You did when you were a baby too. My best milker." she ran her hands through his hair. He flicked his tongue at her stiff nipple and then took her in his mouth, his other hand finding her wetness between her legs and slipping a few fingers inside, making her moan. The baby sucked hard and Scott licked and nipped turning her on so much. 

"God mom, you're so sexy!" he let his cock loose from his shorts and sat naked before her stroking it as he suckled her nipple. Breyden finally finished nursing and she burped him. He was almost asleep when Scott laid him in the baby bed. 

Still sporting a stiff rod, he returned to Emily and spread her legs. Kneeling before her, he slid deep within her, making her moan and she pushed deep into him. 

He nursed at her breast, one and then the other, making her milk flow. She came several times on him and he pumped slowly into her, concentrating on her breast. When he could take it no more, he sat straight up, pulled her off the chair and sat her down on top of him, folding her legs around his back. 

He pushed deep and held her hips so that she glided back and forth on top of him. She pushed him down on the floor and straddled him, keeping him inside of her wetness.

She rode him as elegantly, pumping up and down on his rod. She quivered once and he knew it was time. She flooded all over him, down his cock, sac and legs, and he shot deep inside her. 

He pushed up into her oozing spray of cream as hard as he could inside her body. He collapsed on the floor after that. She surprised him then. She flipped around and lapped up their mixed juices from his limping muscle. Scott couldn't take it, brought her pussy to his face, licked, and lapped. 

He was overtaken by the scent of their sex and the taste of their juices mixed together. It was the most wonderful thing he had ever tasted. When she could take no more, she slipped away from him and turned to face him, straddling him still, only facing him. 

He met her with a kiss, licking her face and tasting of them again from her lips as she did him. The lay on the floor, naked and in love. Their children lay sleeping around them. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Scott and his mother had been extremely sexually active for almost a month, when the weekend of Emily's birthday came. Scott brought Tangy to the party. 

Mal and Bridgette, who was about to explode from her pregnancy and was very uncomfortable, showed up to celebrate. Erica came with her girlfriend Melody. No one ever suspected that Erica would be a bi, but Scott was trying to get his mother pregnant, so it wasn't surprising. 

Eric and Emily had discussed what was going on between her and Scott, but they agreed that as long as he had his time with Emily, he wasn't going to worry about Scott too much. The party was going well and the kids were having fun. 

Breyden was well and healthy. Emily had continued to nurse him when Scott brought him during the day. She found it exciting and Scott enjoyed it thoroughly as he did that first day. 

Tangy was still being a bitch and wanting to fuck Eric, and she had a plan all sorted out to do so on this day. She wore her skimpiest suit that hid nothing and flaunted what she had. She pissed more people off then she impressed, and in the process of trying to get Eric to fuck her, she caused him a massive injury. 

She was flirting around and trying to grab him and pull his shorts off, this was after the fifth rum and cola, and however many jelly-shots, when she caused him to fall off the side of the pool, hitting his right leg on the edge, and breaking it in two places. 

Emily hadn't been drinking since she was nursing, and was about the only one not drinking besides Bridgette, Scott and the younger kids. 

After they managed to get Eric from the water and get him settled comfortable, Scott called the ambulance and Emily hurried to change before they came. She brought Eric a shirt and covered him up. His leg was a mess and she cried the whole time. 

He told her not to worry that he would be fine. He was more worried over not being able to take her to Denver for the next weekend as a birthday present. 

He had gotten tickets and hotel reservations so they could spend the weekend there before and after the concert. He had already arranged it with Scott to help with the kids while they were gone, and it was a surprise for her. He had intended on showing her that he could be the man she once knew and maybe slow she sexual obsession with Scott down a bit. 

Although he liked it when she had been with Scott and then crawled back in bed with him, her pussy all wet and swollen, allowing him to take her at his will, tasting of the fervor she and Scott had and making their own. He mentioned several times that they should have a threesome, but she said she wasn't ready for that yet.

The ambulance arrived and they hurried Eric off. Emily rode in the ambulance with him and asked one of the kids to bring her car and follow. Tangy threw a fit and cause a big fight.

"I Want to go home!"

"So go, shit. Take the fucking car and go."

"You have to come with me, I'm not going home alone!"

"I'm going to help my dad. It's your fucking fault he's hurt!"

"Is not. I was just playing with him."

"IF you had kept your damn hands to yourself, he wouldn't be going to the hospital"

"If he had just let me fuck him, I wouldn't have done with it!"

"YOU BITCH!"

"FUCK YOU!" she grabbed Breyden, making him cry, snatched his things up and started to walk away.

"Oh no you don't! YOU'RE not taking my son!"

"He's my son, and I'll do what I want!"

"Not drunk your not!"

"FUCK YOU! I'm not drunk!"

"You're not taking Breyden, leaving him hungry and laying in a pissy diaper all night because you're pissed off at me. I won't let you hurt my son anymore!"

"HE'S FUCKING NOT YOUR SON, BITCH!!"

"Yeah, then who's is he? You only wish he was Eric's! I think that's the only fucking reason you married me was to get closer to my dad."

"Yeah well, you're right. I wanted his baby, not yours! I hate your fucking ass!" She threw the diaper bag down and acted as if she was going to throw the baby in the pool. 

Everyone stood in shock and watched her. Erica stepped closer to her brother as she waited to see what Tangy was going to do. She literally tossed the baby as Scott and took off running.

He handed Breyden over to Erica after making sure he was alright and took off after Tangy. She was already in the car and trying to get it in gear to leave.

"BITCH, you get your shit and get out of my house. You better be gone before I get back tonight, or I'll call the cops on your sorry ass!"

"YOU ain't got nothing on me Scott!"

"I got plenty of witness' for child abuse. You better be gone by the time I get back. And don't take my car, or I'll get you for grand theft auto."

"I HATE YOU FUCKING SCOTT!"

"FUCK YOU BITCH!"

He watched her tear out of the driveway in his car and down the road. He walked in the house, called the police, telling them that she was driving drunk and that she had threatened her infant son. The cops arrested her and arranged for some one to pick up Scott's car. 

Malcolm and Bridgett went after Scott's car, Erica and Melody stayed with the kids. Scott made sure that everything was calm before he got his mom's mustang and hurried to the hospital. When he finally got there, they were finishing up with Eric, and Emily was finalizing the paperwork for his release. 

Eric had a cast from mid-thigh to his toes, and couldn't move easy. He was going to be off his feet for awhile. They gave him some painkillers and a prescription. He was pretty much out of it when they got him in the front seat of the car. 

Emily slipped in the back behind Scott so that Eric had enough room to lay back the seat a bit. She sat so she could talk to Scott and he told her all that went on after they left. 

She apologized and Scott said it wasn't her fault. She put her arms around his neck and kissed him. Eric was asleep so she felt safe with her actions.

"We're going to have to put your dad in the downstairs bedroom. He's going to be in the wheelchair for a few weeks, and there's no way he can get up and down the steps."

"I'll do the best I can to help out mom." he brought her hand to his lips and kissed it softly. "Mom, I think you looked beautiful today."

"Thank you baby." she blushed.

"It took everything I had not to take you into the pool house and make love to you."

"I know baby, me too. I have been thinking about your dad's proposal."

"What's that?"

"The three of us together."

"Whoa mom! I don't think I'm ready to see his hairy balls that close." he laughed.

"Well, it doesn't matter now. He's out of sexual commission for at least a few weeks."

"You always have me babe." he watched her through the mirror, and saw her expression. 

Her heart lit fire when he called her that. She never expected him to say anything like that to her. "Thank you. But now, we have to worry about Eric, and the babies."

"MOM?"

"Breyden and Willow."

"Oh." 

She could see the look on his face sadden, "Baby, as long as I continue to breast feed, it's going to take longer." she softly stroked his hair, "Trust me, I know it can happen on the first time. That's how we had you." She giggled. Scott smiled. 

"Scott, with Willow slowing down her nursing, my cycle will become regular sooner. But if I continue to nurse Breyden, I don't know how that will effect me."

"I...I just..."

"I know Scott." She ran her hand down his cheek and he snuggled into it. Eric stirred a bit and she drew away. Scott continued to watch her in the rearview mirror. 

The rest of the ride home was quiet. Emily woke Eric up before they got home so that he was cohearent and they wouldn't have a hard time getting him inside. 





The Gift Box Ch. 04



New Years Eve brought Eric, Emily, and Scott together for the first time since she had started sleeping with them both. Eric had formally mentioned to his son that his mother would like to share their bed with him, and he thought that since they were going out for the holiday festivities, Scott should join them, make it a three-some, in more than just one way. 

   Scott liked the idea, but was still very uncertain of what could happen. He knew how dedicated she was to his father, and wondered how she would divide herself between them. The thought of what may happen, caused a great arousal, and he spent the rest of his night pondering over the delicious thoughts of himself and his father, sharing the love and passion of his mother.

When they left the children in the care of Malcolm and Bridgette, Emily was unaware of her husband's plans for the extended evening until the three of them arrived at the cabin. Emily had drunk plenty of champagne, along with other liquor, and felt extremely frisky. Scott had chosen to drink a bit during the evening because of nerves, and Eric, well, he wanted to be sober to enjoy what he had planned for his wife.

Eric carried her to the bedroom, and seductively undressed her, tossing her heels to the side, stripping her of her dress and panties, cursing her bra. She was all over him, as he knew she would be, the vixen she was when he let her get away from herself. Not that she wasn't like that any other time, but there was a flair to her naughty side when she was drinking, and he liked it when she turned it loose.

   He pushed her against the edge of the bed, toppling her on her back and pushed his face into her love-scented folds, taking advantage of her. She squealed as his lips connected with hers, and his tongue danced around her swells. She put her feet on his shoulders and her head against the bed and pushed into his face, making him grab her hips to hold her stead as he indulged on her wetness. 

  She was loose and free, moaning to him to make her come, pushing to him harder, bucking his mouth. "Oh yes Eric, yes! I'm going to come, make me, push me!" 

 She was pinching her nipples when she felt another hand on her body. It didn't dawn on here that it wasn't Eric's at first, until she felt his hand on her leg, and another spreading her lips open. She suddenly looked up, focusing in the dim light, to see Scott kneeling before her on the bed. She was shocked, but the ecstasy that Eric was bringing her made her loose her mind and all train of thought.

  Scott kissed her, slipping his tongue in her mouth, still teasing her nipples with his fingers. They were hard and protruding, as was his manhood, and he wanted to nurse her like he had some months ago. He broke the kiss and worked his way down her neck, forcing her to jerk in excitement into Eric's mouth. 

  Eric wrapped his hands tighter around her hips, and continued to seduce her sex. Scott took advantage of her hardened nipple, sucking it into his mouth, taking in all of the areola and pulling up until the edge was just clenched in his teeth. 

  "OH GOD!" Emily voiced in a deep lusty moan, placing one hand on Scott's head, pushing him to her breast, and the other reaching to stroke his hardness. He continued, to suckled her softly, nursing her the way that pleased him, and worked back and forth between her supple mounds with his mouth and fingers. 

  She groaned in extreme pleasure as Eric worked her hardened clit, slipping his tongue up and down between it and her vaginal opening, which he had penetrated with his fingers, working them in and out of her. 

  It was suddenly all too much for her. Scott's suckling her nipples, his hot breath on her body, and Eric, oh god Eric, was bringing her to elation. The combination of both men on the body was extreme and she soaked Eric, drowning him as she squirted all over his face and in his mouth. 

  She screamed out in pleasure to both of them, her heels digging into Eric's shoulders, her hand gripping Scott, as her body floated from the bed in sheer pleasure. When she came down from the ceiling, Eric was gently licking her, teasing her, tasting her, and Scott was nuzzling her neck, whispering his love for her, thanking her for hers.

  Eric pulled away when he knew Emily could take no more from him, and Scott pulled away, allowing Emily to catch her breath. She was staring at both men, very pleased. Still light headed, she lay back on the bed and continued to pant. Scott looked at his dad, who nodded a gesture, allowing him the privilege of his mother. 

  Scott's rock hard rod stood ready as he slid over Emily, parting her legs, brushing against her soaked nether regions. He rubbed against her, lubricating his shaft with her wetness, looking upon her beauty, and placed himself at her opening, bringing her attention to him. 

  She looked at him and smiled as he leaned over her, taking her body in his arms, and slid deep into her. "Emily, I love you." He whispered to her, softly kissing her as he began to move back and forth. His lips moved from hers and he went back to nipping her breasts. 

  Emily wrapped her hand around his neck, tangling her fingers in his hair and cried, "Oh Scott, my baby, yes, love me, love me!" She wrapped her legs around his hips and he drove harder to her. He felt a little awkward, wondering if his dad was watching them, but he was so into Emily, that he didn't care.

  Something passed between them, there was a glint in his mother's eyes that he had never seen before, and he knew from then on, it wasn't going to be the same with her. She pulled him to her, meeting his strokes and exploded a warmth that he had never felt from her. 

  Scott kissed her deeply, gathering her body close to his, feeling the heat build inside his body, ready to burst.

  "Emily," he looked at her, her lips slightly parted, her face angelic, "I want you to have me, I want to give you everything, show you the love I hold for you."

  "Yes Scott, yes." she whispered, grazing his lips, gently slipping her tongue across the top of his mouth. She tightened all of herself around him, and pushed her body to him, feeling him jerk. He whispered softly, his voice that of desire, "Emily." 

  "Yes, Scott, YES!" she exploded against his legs and he let go of everything he had, his depths emptying out inside of her. He lay still, kissing her, tasting her, holding her, until he slipped from her body, and then rolled to her side. She held on to him, not wishing to let go. He looked around and didn't see Eric, and was relieved. 

  Beyond their site, Eric had been sitting in the dark corner of the room, watching them together, seeing how beautiful his wife looked with his son. He had stroked himself so hard watching them that he had almost gotten off, but held back in order to take possession of his wife. 

  Scott left her alone as soon as he regained his strength, thinking she was asleep. He gathered his clothes, and slipped from the room, hoping not to wake her. Eric silently watched him, and when Scott was gone, he slipped into the bed with Emily. Knowing she wasn't sleeping, he brought her attention to him, "Em, baby, did you like that?"

 "Oh yes, yes Eric, it was beautiful. It felt so good."

 "Baby, are you ready for me now? I want to make love to you, my precious angel." He started kissing her, and she tangled herself up in his hair, clawing into his back.

 "Show me, show me that you adore me, finish what you started earlier, you know I can't go with out you after you eat me."

 "Scott didn't satisfy you the way I thought he would." Eric stated in wonderment through her kiss. 

 "I told you a long time ago Eric, no on satisfies me the way you do. No one. I love you Eric, I love you. Make love to me, slowly, gently," she looked at him, her eyes warm, melting him, "Eric, thank you for this, for allowing me the pleasure of both of the men in my life that I so truly love, but right now, I want to make soft, heated love with my husband. Eric..." her voice faded as he kissed her, taking all of her body with him, pushing down into her wetness, groaning at its heat. 

 It turned him on tremendously to sink into the warmth of her body, feeling the fervor of the passion that had been brought to her before. It gave him pleasure knowing that she longed for him, wanted him. Regardless of what was between her and Scott, she always wanted him. 

  She met his every stroke, their love making intense as always, she moaned in his ear as he gathered her against his body, grinding into her depths, making her wet him, wetting the bed, wetting his legs, crushing her thighs against his hips. 

  She was loud now, and he liked it when she expressed herself this way. All of her inhibitions gone, she forced up to him, clawing at his back, clinging to his body. 

  "Eric, my love, Eric, yes, take me, I'm yours, keep me!" she spoke between breaths.

  "Em, I love you, god how I love you!" he forced himself into her once more and felt her body quiver beneath his, knowing it was close to the end for both of them. "Em, baby, I can't hold back much more."

  "Don't Eric, don't, come, bring your heat to my body, yes, come baby, expel your seed, make me yours!"

  "Emily, oh my precious Emily!" He looked at her, his beautiful wife, his only love, his soul mate, his life! 

  "Eric," she pushed into his hips, feeling his stiffness harden, as he was ready to explode,

"I want you, only you, I love you." She tightened around him, and he let loose, filling her with his intensity, bringing her to the edge with him, spilling herself all over him. 

  He drew from her only from sheer exhaustion, and lay beside her, cuddling her to him. She stroked his chest, tangling his hair in her fingers, looking into his eyes, "Why did you allow Scott the privilege first?"

  "Because it was something that you wanted." He kissed her softly.

  "Eric, I didn't know that you would..." he put his fingers to her lips.

  "We discussed it, and I agreed, and this was the only way I could think to do it. Besides, I found it quiet sexy to watch my wife full of lust and passion, to see what it looks like from Scott's perspective. I'm glad I did."

  She rolled to her side against him, "Eric, what if..."

  "No, tonight Em, it's all about you, my love. I wanted to start the New Year off in pleasure and love, and You have given me both, as I have you, and now, I have been allowed the extended pleasure of seeing my beautiful wife enjoying herself in a completely different way, and it was beautiful. No buts, no what if's, nothing but the pure love we hold with each other, and our son."

  They lay together, enjoying the passion of the moment, holding each other. Emily snuggled down into his chest, leaving a trail of damp kisses as she did. Eric roll to his back, brining her upon his chest, wrapping his arm around her. She smiled, kissing him, "Where is Scott?"

  "I think he's in the living room." Eric looked at her, kissing her nose.

  "No, I'm here." his voice came from the same side of the room where Eric had been sitting earlier. "I decided if dad could watch from this view point, so could I. My god, I have to take a shower now!" he chuckled as he got up from the chair, wiping his hands off with the towel. 

  Emily reached for him, "No, right now, you are going to come lay with us, I need both of you with me, I need to feel the security of the men I love at my sides."

  Eric positioned himself to Emily, they faced each other, and Scott slid into the bed with his front side to Emily's back, snuggling his limpness into her butt cheeks, kissing her neck.

  "Yes, this is perfect, but you have to promise me, next time we do this, you won't let me get drunk. I want to remember everything!"

  "Yes Em, I promise." he kissed her, putting his hand over her hip, drawing into her.

  "Yes Emily," Scott whispered into her hair, "I love you, so much." he wrapped a hand around her chest just under her breast and snuggled into her. 

  They slept until noon, waking her up and making love to her again, only this time, she took control of her men, putting Eric behind her, while she wrapped her lips and tongue around Scotts throbbing cock. When he came, he moaned and she pursed her lips, drinking of him fully, clinching her walls around Eric, taking him with her as she came, feeling his cream shoot deep with in her body.

  Scott left them alone after regaining some of his composure. Eric joined Emily in the shower for another heated round of oral sex, making her climb the walls. After a long rest, they ate a nice dinner, cleaned up the bedroom, and left the cabin.



The Gift Box Ch. 05



After the passing of the holiday, Eric's return to work left Emily lonely, and longing for her newfound sexual exploits with her husband and son. It had been a pleasure to give herself up to both of them freely. Yet suddenly, everything had changed. 

She didn't receive much of Scott's attention because his teaching schedule had changed a great deal, and the finalization of his divorce, left him in a lull. Once again, Emily was left to her own means of self-satisfaction. 

Emily asked Erica to take Willow and Breyden for the day, allowing her time to relax and ready herself for the upcoming evening she had planned for her husband. 

She decided to use the pool, as it had been such a long time since she could go skinny-dipping in her own backyard. She slipped off into the heated warmth of the water, her naked form gracefully embraced by its softness. She found a water jet and let it bring her to orgasm. 

Her breast became firm as she floated atop the water, nipples caressed by the air, making them extremely hard. She felt the sudden need for something deep inside her body and made her way into the pool house where she had left a few of her favorite 'toys'. 

She missed being able to slip down to the pool house and fuck herself silly with them, but today, she was going to pleasure herself the way she used to. 

Her newest addition to the group was a bulging 12" monster that was almost 2" thick. It resembled Eric's cock in so many ways. She knew she couldn't take it all, but she was going to try. She positioned herself on the couch where she always liked to lay, and lubed up her 'monster', then herself. 

She posed it between her breasts and rubbed it around, bring her arousal even higher, after which, she teased her nipples with her fingers thinking of how Scott suckled her, and pushed the dildo down to her swollen pussy, longing for Eric. 

She teased her clit with it and entangled her lips about its head and shaft, moaning deeply. She finally pushed it within her wetness, gasping at its entrance. She pushed it back and forth, slowly at first, bucking up to it. 

The feelings became more intense as she drove it in deeper and harder, bringing on the second of three orgasms. She slowed her pace and fingered her clit, dipping within her wetness, then shoved the monster as deep as she could, screaming out as she rose and fell to meet her own strokes, bringing on her last orgasmic elation. She lay in tears, wanting her husband, missing her son.

Later that evening when all was quiet, Emily snuggled up to Eric for the night. "How was it?" he asked, pulling her deeper into his chest.

"How was what?" she looked at him, curious to know if he knew what she had been up to earlier that afternoon.

"Your day alone," he smiled, seeing the look she gave him, "You weren't doing anything 'naughty' were you?"

"Me? Come on now, you know me better than that!" she ran her nails down his chest, making him quiver.

"Yes, I know my wife very well." a broad grin crossed his lips as he watched her eyes, "So how was it?"

"It was nice, but I prefer my husband and my son compared to its girth. I did feel very good. I have to say that it would have been more of a pleasure if my pussy was thrashed with your tongue." 

Eric sat up, pushing her back from him, "well, then, are you ready for me baby?"

He rolled her on her back and slid down her body, taking time to kiss her deeply, and work his way down to her breast, nursing each one with heated passion, nibbling at her hardened nipples, making her squeal with delight. 

He allowed his fingers to grace her thighs, pushing them apart while he traced the lengths back to her wetness. He dipped and touched her folds, bringing her cream to encircle it on her areolas, then to his lips as he continued to finger her and enjoy the succulence of her breast. 

"Eric, um, Eric." her pleasure zones peaking as he nipped at her.

He slid his body over hers, parting her legs fully and did not hesitate to leave her swollen mounds to taste the flower of her sex. Finding it juiced to his liking, he slipped his tongue between her folds, working between her lips to her clit, and back down, dipping into the depths of her hole. He sucked attentively, this one little nub of his passion. 

She bucked at him as he caught her ass in his hands, spreading her cheeks, licking her from top to bottom, back again, sending her to quiver as he shoved a thumb inside her, and flicked at her swollen clit with the tip of his tongue. 

His fingers worked their magic on her and she forced into his face as he lapped at her wetness, making her orgasm, squirting his mouth and face, lavishing him in her juices. He licked her, capturing all of her liquor he could savor, and brought her to another climax, making her soak the sheets as well as him. 

She pushed him away when she could take no more and he quickly mounted her, his hard cock, throbbing with want of her. It stood out like a massive rod, looking similar to the monster she had fucked herself with earlier that day, and felt as such when he shoved it inside of her. 

She gasped as he worked in and out of her, slowly building speed between them. Eric adjusted her legs around him and brought her up so she was sitting atop him while he sat on his haunches.

The motion was slow, but pleasing as he worked her up and down on his hardness, holding her close so he could kiss her and bite at her, bringing moans of delight from his wife. 

Emily ground into him, quickening the pace between them, feeling her own body near explosion and want of his cream. She broke their kiss and pleaded for him to come, fuck her like the animal she loved. 

He put one hand on her ass, and one on her back for balance, and pumped her deep, using the motion of the bed to help in his movement. He could feel himself bottoming out inside her as he did, and she clung to him, claws deep into his shoulders, head back, hips forcing down on his body. She was the animal now, she was fucking him, she was bringing him to the edge of the cliff of climax.

"Yes Eric, yes, oh, fuck me, love me!"

"Fuck me Em, wet me down, fuck me my mad lover, come for me baby, come!"

"Oh Eric, baby!" her growl was that of a wild cat, her body tightened, her muscles clenched him, and she exploded all over his thighs, heated liquid ran down to his bent knees and the sheets. He clenched her ass and pulled her closer to him as she brought him over with her.

"FUCK EM! Fuck yes baby," Eric shoved himself hard and deep as he shot off a thick load of love into her heated body, and almost pushed her from the bed. He felt himself quake inside her as the last of his load expelled. He clung to her until he slipped from her body. 

Never letting go of each other, he managed to lay her back, his body hovering over hers, kissing her deeply as they relaxed. He eased his hand down between her legs, "beautifully soaked with your feminine juices that I love to savor." He pulled his fingers to his lips and sucked them, then kissed her, wrapping his tongue with hers. "Maybe next time we should get a towel?" he whispered through the kiss.

"Um, maybe." she smiled, contentment in her expression. 



The Gift Box Ch. 06



Almost three months had past since the threesome at the cabin. Emily was preparing a special dinner for Eric. Excited about her recently discovered news, she wanted to tell him during a quiet romantic evening alone. 

Eric arrived home earlier than normal as she was finishing her last dish for their dinner. She turned to look at him, and he kissed her before laying his briefcase on the table, taking her in his arms. "Are you about done in here?" 

"Yes, just let me turn this off." she reached over and turned off the stove, and then back to him.

He pulled her behind him into the living room and sat her on the sofa, "Where are the kids?"

"Willow and Brey are with Erica, Brendan is over at a friends, and Hayden is at her dance class. Erica will be picking her up later, I asked her to keep the kids for the night. Why?"

"Because right now, Em, I need you." Not once did he release her from his grip, tightening around her body to draw her closer to him. "Baby, promise me, no matter what happens, you'll always love me."

She looked at him, "Eric, yes, Eric. You know I will always love you." 

He relaxed, kissing her all over her chest and neck, working his way to her lips. "Em, I love you baby, I love you."

She rested in his arms, feeling his body change against hers. "Could I interest you in a sexual romp?" 

Eric pulled her to him and pulled up her dress, tossing it away as his hand slid down to her wetness, feeling of her sex, "Um yes, nice and juicy, just the way I like it."

He pulled away, and picked her up, carrying her to their room, sitting her on the edge of their bed. He stepped back, quickly removed his tie, unbuttoning his shirt before slipping it from his body, and knelt down between her legs. She looked down at him, "Yes." 

His mouth was on her, sucking her hot lips, trashing his tongue around inside her hole, tasting of the cream that was embedded deeply into her. She pushed his head into her lips as he ravaged each inch of her swollen pleasure, coaxing him to suck harder at her. 

She bucked his face as he let his tongue slip down and tease in and out of her love hole while his fingers grasped her cheeks, sliding his thumb around her puckered hole, he moaned into her swellings, making it vibrate, bring her to the edge, making her spew heated love all over his face.

"Yes baby, yes," he mumbled as he licked the juices that flowed over him, milking her for more.

"Please baby, please, more, fuck me with your tongue!" she pleaded.

He did as she requested, pushed in and out of her with its thickness, needing her ass with his fingers, and then dipping them deep, as he sucked on her swollen clit that stood out boldly, waiting for his attention. When he did, she came, squirting a fountain that he couldn't contain, soaking his face, and chest. 

He let her to relax and pulled away long enough to yank his slacks from his body before he penetrated her deeply. 

Eric sat back on his haunches, and Emily grabbed his arms, bringing herself into a sitting position upon his stiffness, thrusting deep on him, bouncing with fury. 

Eric eased her back on the bed and laid her down, moving himself over her to cover her body with his own. He kissed her deeply, wanting to take all of her that he could. "Em, I love you baby, I love you." 

"I love you Eric!" she moaned back in deep breaths to him as she clung to his neck. She tightened around his strength and exploded about him, bringing him to his edge, allowing his release of hot love inside her body.

"Fuck Em, god Em!" he shoved into her depths and tightened her to him again as he exploded. 

Eric was quiet as he lay next to her, his breathing returning to normal. 

Emily looked at him wondering what was troubling him, because his mood suddenly changed. He traced her side, up to her neck, and then to her cheek, "Emily, always remember how much I love you, how much you mean to me." His tone shook her.

"You scare me when you sound like that." she looked at his eyes, seeing depths of worry.

He took a deep breath, drawing Emily's hands between them to rest against his chest, he looked into her eyes, "Tangy called me, she had some news."

"Some news, about what?" Emily didn't like where this was going. She and Eric had never hidden anything from each other their whole marriage, but if she thought was he was going to say was true, she would have rather he kept it to himself. 

He looked straight through her, as if he was trying to decide what to say. "Tangy called me and told me that she wants to see me, it's important since the divorce is finalized." 

"What does her divorce with our son have anything to do with you?"

He swallowed hard, "Remember when I broke my leg, and you were gone, and we thought I took too many pills and..." 

She cut him off, "Yes, please, we don't need to go over that again." Emily looked at him, she knew right then what he was saying. 

He sat up, holding her hands tighter, "She called to tell me she was pregnant with my son. Now she wants to see me to see if she can work things out between us before the baby is born."

Emily pulled away from him, her heart was confused, and so was her head, she had even forgotten her own news she wished to share with him that evening. "Eric, I don't understand? What are you saying?"

"Em, she wants me to take responsibility of the baby, and her. I'm saying that I am going to meet her, that I am going to get to the bottom of this and see if she's telling the truth or if it's another of her fucking lies!"

"No, you can't. If it were the truth, why would she not have told you before now? We all know how she wanted you." She paused, sitting up on the bed, "If it is your baby, are you leaving me?"

"God no Em, I would never. How could you even think such a thing!" She shrugged her shoulders, tears begun trickling down her cheek. He brushed them from her face and kissed her, "Baby, you know she schemes things, I don't know if she's lying or not, but I need to find out. I'm going to ask Liz to do a DNA test on the baby, and see if she's telling me the truth."

Emily looked at him, "How far along is she? Did she say?"

"No. I figured it's been almost nine months since I broke my leg, you tell me how far along she would be. I'm going to talk to Liz and see what's the best thing to do." He took her hands again, "Emily, please baby, you know what happened. I just want to make sure you know what else is going on." She suddenly felt so lost. Eric continued, "Emily, if it's true, if she is carrying my son, I don't want this to come between us." 

"Eric. Do you really think I would leave you for something like that?"

"No, but I'm afraid she'll hurt you baby. Promise me you'll be careful when you're out with the kids or by yourself." he wasn't making any sense to her, talking around in circles the way he did only made her worry. 

"Don't worry, I'll be careful." she kissed him on his cheek.

"Em, I don't want to loose you over any of this, baby," he looked at her, making her uneasy, "I talked to her earlier, I told her I would meet her this evening."

"You what!"

"I told her I would see her tonight. I want to get this over with as soon as I can."

"You mean to tell me you came home early, making love to me, before you take off to meet some half crazed woman who claims you're the father of her child!" she scrambled from the bed, staring him down, "and now you're trying to smooth things over with me?"

"No. I came home to make love to my wife, to let her know how much I love her before something happens that is unexpected."

"Unexpected? What to do you think is going to happen?"

"I don't know Em. I just needed my wife, my baby, the only woman I have ever loved. I need to show you how much I love you." 

"Why didn't you tell me before?"

"I wasn't thinking. I was trying to figure out how to deal with this."

"How long has it been since you found out?"

"I've known for about a week now."

"And you decided now, all the sudden, come home, make love to me, tell me the truth, and run off to see the little lying bitch, after I was worn down and asleep!" she was scrambling to get her satin robe and cover her body.

"NO! That's not what I planned on doing. I wanted to make love to you. I love you Em. I know how much you love me, that's why I'm telling you now! I want you to know what's going on." How could he tell her if he didn't understand it all himself.

"And you just couldn't bring yourself to tell me when she called you last week, or when ever it was!" she was stepping away from him. "Don't you trust me to help you, to listen, to understand?"

"Yes, but I thought it best if I waited until now." 

"Why Eric? We could have had this taken care of before now. I could have gone to see her."

"No, I don't want you going. I told you, I don't trust her. I don't want you hurt."

"Hurt? Don't want me Hurt! What the hell do you think I'm feeling now! Betrayed, hurt, confused. You don't want me to go with you because you think things can be handled better by yourself. What are you going to do, take a test run to see if you actually liked what you had when she seduced you? Is that why you don't want me there! Tell me Eric, tell me!" she pointed at her own chest. 

"Damn it Emily! I don't want you there because there's too much at stake!" he snapped loudly, not realizing the intensity of his voice.

"What's at stake Eric, some lying girl who claims you're the baby's father!" she threw the back of her hand up to her forehead, mimicking a distressed woman, "Oh Eric, I'm pregnant with your baby. How do we get Emily out of our lives so that you can be a daddy to my child, and be my husband!" her tone was childish.

"Fuck Em! It's not like that. I just need to go see her." he was gritting his teeth, anger building more, but he was controlling his tone.

"What are you going to do Eric, pay her off?" Emily's voice was heated.

"I was going to make arrangements with her about..." 

She turned away from him, crossing her arms, "Oh, you're going to make some kind of deal with her about the child. Why Eric? You don't even know if it is your child, it could be some one else's the way she acted!"

"Em, it's not like that." 

"Then what is it like Eric? Tell me so I understand." 

"Baby, I can't explain it. This is just something I have to do, without you there."

She turned on her heel and faced Eric when he came to stand behind her, trying to put his hands on her shoulders, "Why Eric? Why can't you explain it to me, or give me a reason why? You don't trust me enough to tell me the truth? Why Eric? Have you been fucking her all along? Is that what all this is about, and now, you're, you're busted!"

"FUCK EM! It's nothing like that, how could you even think I would do that to you!"

"I don't know. you let me fuck our own son for my pleasure, who's to say that you weren't fucking your ex-daughter for yours!"

"DAMN IT EMILY!" he grabbed her shoulders, trying to make her understand why he needed to do this alone. "Damn it, do you really think I would be struggling with this as much if I was? I don't want it to ruin our marriage baby. I have to take care of this by myself, can't you understand!"

"No, Eric, I can't, because you can't give me a good enough reason why you have to do this alone."

"I told you, I don't want you to get hurt. I don't trust her. If I go by myself, then something happens, you will be here to take care of things. Baby, I love you, damn it, I'm trying to protect you."

"Eric, protect me from what? Tell me, because I just don't understand."

"I can't Emily. I can't." his voice was harsh to her.

She pulled away from him and stormed out the door, her emotions rocked with anger and fear, and anguish. How could he not tell her, or give her the real reason behind his own reasoning.

After he thought things had cooled down, he came to sit at the kitchen table with her. He took her hand and kissed it, "Emily, I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me." 

The tears still stung her eyes in anger and hurt, but she never spoke to him. She stared through him, her voice was different to his ears, she wasn't screaming, but he had never heard this woman come from her in as many years as he had loved her. 

"Eric, you go do what you need to do. What ever it is I've done to upset you, I'm sorry. But know this, what ever you should choose, I love you. Just like my decisions with Scott, I won't regret them because I knew we discussed them and we knew what was going on between us. But this," she pointed at her heart, "I'm not going to be hurt because of something that was beyond any of our control." She took a deep breath and held her head high, "After what happened earlier, or you can tell me why you feel the need to keep this from me, I don't want to, I can't be," she took a deep breath, "I'll be sleeping in the guest room, until you figure out what you're going to do about HER. I'm sorry Eric, but I'm not going to let you hurt me again."

"Emily! I didn't mean to hurt you. I'm only trying to protect you and our family!" he pounded his fist on the table, scaring her. Emily left the kitchen, walking into the family room, looking around, scared and lonely.

"Emily."

"Go away Eric."

"Can I use your car?"

She turned her back to him, and walked to the window, "You can use what ever the hell you want. Just go take care of the little bitch. Maybe the sex will be worth it!"

"Emily!" She stared at him, her eyes cutting through him like daggers. "I'll be back in a few hours, you don't have to wait up," he finally said, not knowing what else to do.

"I don't plan on it!" 

After all this time in their marriage, he let something like this happen to the only woman he had ever loved. He should have told her when he first found out, should have asked for her help instead of dealing with it himself, but he needed to protect her because if his suspicious were correct, she needed safeguarded now more than ever. 

He walked to her to hold her and kiss her, apologize, but he didn't blame her for not wanting him around. He held her; she kept her back to him and closed her eyes. As much as she wanted to hold him, her pride would not break.

"Emily Kathryn, I Love you, no matter what you think of me, My heart belongs to you," he whispered as he kissed her cheek. "Em, I only want to protect you, and right now, that is the most important thing to me." 

He slid his hand down to her belly, rubbing it, and then hugged her tightly before he left her alone. She broke down in tears when he left her, knowing he already knew. 

***

Eric was pulling out of the driveway as Scott was pulling in on his bike, they exchanged some words, and Eric left. Scott was too Emily with in minutes. "Mom, dad said he was going to see Tangy?" Scott put his arms around her and pulled her around to face him. She pushed away.

"I'm sorry Scott, I'm not in the mood for passion." she flinched as she pulled her hands away.

"Mom, what happened?"

"Your father and I had a fight over Tangy. She called him, I guess, and it was more important for him to rush off and see her tonight, than what I had planned." she huffed, "He chose her over me!"

Scott traced her cheek with a shaky hand, "Dad? Dad never does anything like this."

"Well, I guess this time he had a reason, but still I don't know what it was." her voice was angry as she walked away from him, "Scott, I just need sometime alone. I'm going out to the pool house for a while."

"Sure mom. Hey," he started to walk to her and she stopped him at arms length, "why was dad going to see Tangy?"

"Apparently she told him it's his child she's carrying." 

"WHAT!" He said in astonishment, trying to understand it all. 

Emily didn't feel like explaining everything to him, but she did mention that she had asked Erica to keep the younger children. If Scott felt like it, he could go and bring them home because her plans for the night were ruined. Emily stormed from the room.

Scott called Erica and made arrangements with her to drop off the kids. It wasn't long before Erica walked in behind him, holding the babies. He took Brey from her arms, "What has your mother done now!" 

"What's going on with mom and dad? I certainly wasn't expecting you to call me. What's this about they had a change of plans, and to bring the kid back?"

"I don't know sis. Dad took off as I came in, he didn't say too much. Mom, she's really upset, and all I could get out of her was dad took off to see Tangy."

"Tangy? Why the hell would he go see her?"

"Something about a baby?" They looked at each other, suspicions running deep. 

"No, Scott, you don't think?"

"I don't know what to think." he looked at Breyden, she still held Willow. "Let me help you get their things."

"Hayden was trying to help, but I don't know what she had in her hands." 

They walked out together to collect the diaper bags and help Hayden carry in the pizza's that Erica had bought for her and Brendan. 

A few hours later, after the house was settled, Scott tried to call Tangy several times, knowing she wouldn't answer because she had no reason to talk to him. 

Scott made sure Hayden and Brendan had their baths, he did the dishes, then put his son and sister down for the night, giving Emily some distance. When he thought things she was calm enough with her emotions, he went to the living room and sat with her. 

He took her hand, "Mom, talk to me. Tell me why dad did this to you?"

"IF I knew Scott, it wouldn't bother me so much. Ok, maybe I deserved it, maybe all of my fucking around has come back on me, but we had an agreement." she looked up at him, a vague expression in her eyes.

"What are you talking about mom?" he eased closer to her, hoping to comfort her.

"Scott, I don't know what the hell I'm talking about. I'm still shocked over the whole thing."

He took a deep breath, "Tell me why she called again?"

Emily looked at him, running her hand over her face and pushing her hair back, she shook her head, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. "I guess she called him at work, I don't know. He got in early and said we needed to talk. I had fixed such a nice dinner, I was just finishing up when he arrived. So we sat down and discussed some things." She swallowed hard trying to stay on the subject, "anyway, he tells me that the reason she called him in the first place was because she wanted to let him know she was pregnant with his son."

"His son?" Scott didn't know how to take that.

"Yes. And according to him, the baby is due anytime now. But because of your divorce, she didn't want to come around here. So, now since you're finally divorced, she wants to, and I quote, "work things out between us before the baby is born". I don't know if I should be concerned, or angry, or sad, or what, Scott."

"Mom, what the hell is there to work out between them?"

"I have no idea, unless they have been seeing each other all this time and we didn't know about it. But I don't see why he would say that he doesn't want it to ruin our marriage, if that was the case. He just kept telling me he needed to protect me, and there was so much at stake, he didn't want me hurt. I just don't understand why he was so angry, and I don't know if it was me, or because of her." she looked at him, seeing her beautiful son, and so much of Eric in him, "Scott. Please, let's keep this between us. I don't need your brothers or sisters to find out."

"Ok mom."

She put her arms around Scott and held on to him. "I'm sorry about earlier, I was just..."

"I understand mom. I do. I'm sorry. I wish I would have been home, none of this would have happened."

"Thank you baby. Thank you." she kissed his cheek and he held her tightly.

***

All of the kids were asleep when Scott came back to check on Emily. She seemed so lost, he had never seen his mom in such a state. "Mom, you know it's after midnight?"




The Gift Box Ch. 06



"Yes Scott. I know." she looked at the clock, just to make sure. "I'm worried about him."

"Did you try calling him?"

"Yes, twice, but he didn't answer his phone. I left him a message telling him I was sorry, and I wanted him to come back home so we could talk." she looked at Scott, "something's wrong, I know it is, something doesn't feel right." The phone rang and Scott picked it up, reconizing the number, he looked at his mom and handed it to her.

"Hello?" Emily's voice was shaking.

"Hi baby." Eric's voice was tortured, but a relief to her ears. 

"Hello Eric," her voice broke with her heart. Scott looked at her, and left her alone to talk with his father. 

"Emily, I love you, nothing in the world will ever change that. And I'm sorry for what happened earlier. God knows I would never ever hurt you like that for any reason."

"But you did, and that is something you can't take back Eric."

"I know, and I don't know how to redeem myself for hurting you that way. God Baby, I'm sorry, I don't know what else to do or say."

"Eric, come home, come home so we can talk. Please." 

"I'm headed home right now. I didn't mean to be so late, but I had to try and find out the truth about all of this, why this is happening now, and what I can do to make sure that it doesn't come between us baby. God, I hope you understand." 

She knew he was telling her the truth, he had a certain tone, and she could tell he had been crying, her heart sank, and her words softened, "Eric, just come home and come to bed. I'll see you in a little while." she was very quite, listening to him, she heard the engine rev, curious as to where he was driving, "Eric, is there a problem with my car?" 

"No baby, I'm just up on the mountain. I'm coming down the hill."

"Be careful, please, let the car idle, no sense in rushing. That hill is slick in this weather."

"Not that, there's some one following me close and I can't get their headlights out of my mirror."

"Please Eric, just pull off and let them pass, that road is no where to be racing, it's not like when you ride the bike down it."

"As soon as I find a spot, I will." he took a deep breath, "Emily Kathryn Richmon, I love you, I have loved you since the first day you walked into my classroom. I have loved you since the first time you kissed me, and every kiss since. Em, always remember how much I love you."

"Eric, I love you too, why are you saying this, what's wrong?" 

"I need you to know. I never tell you enough anymore, and I always want you to know everyday how much I love you!"

"Eric, you tell me every day. Never has a day come that you haven't told me how much you love me. I know how much you love me."

"I do baby, but I want you to know how much I mean It." the phone went quiet, she wasn't sure if the call had been lost until he spoke again, "EM, baby, tell me how much you love me?" 

She felt uneasy with his words; did he know something she didn't?

"Eric, I have always loved you. Since the first day we met, the first time I flaunted my pink mini skirt in front of you, and every day after. I have loved you since the first time you touched me, and we made love in the back yard and conceived Scott, since we made all of our other children together. Eric, I love you more than life itself." she listened to him breathing on the other end.

"Em, Baby, I want go away some where together, to get away from everything, and just be us for a little while, talk things out, make love to each other, just be together, just us." 

"Yes Eric, yes," she whispered, "I would like that very much. I want you to ride me off on the back of the bike, and make love to you under the moon and stars, love like we did when we were first married."

"Em," his voice was calm, serene even, "I'll see you in a little while. Go to bed and I'll wake you when I get home." he took a deep breath, "And Emily, I love you, and I always truly will."

"I love you too Eric." The phone went silent and she hung it up, staring out the window, watching the snowfall. 



The Gift Box Ch. 07



It was after two when Scott came in, picked her up from the couch, and carried her up to her room. He laid her in the bed and kissed her gently before covering her up. As much as he wanted to lie next to her, he knew that his dad would be there soon, and they needed each other right now. He brushed her hair from her face and left her alone.

"ERIC!" she screamed out, waking, finding herself in the bed, feeling for him, but he wasn't there, it was almost three a.m. She hurried from the bed, grabbing her robe and rushed to check on her children, even Scott. She found everyone sleeping and hurried downstairs to the garage to see if her car was there, but it wasn't. 

She picked up the phone and dialed his cell, getting no answer. She tossed the phone on the table and sat down, looking at it, and trying to assess the reason she called his name. Had she been dreaming about him, why else would she call for him? 

Scott came into the kitchen, his head still fuzzy with sleep, "Mom? What's going on?"

"Your dad, he's not home. I'm worried."

"Maybe he stopped because of the snow, it was getting heavy earlier."

"But he would have called."

"He knew you were going to bed, he probably didn't want to wake you."

"Scott, it's only an hour's drive from the cabin. I know with the snowfall, he was being careful, but if he would have pulled off, he would have called."

"What was he doing up there this time of night?" 

"I don't know, I didn't ask. He told me he would tell me when he got home. I didn't care, I just wanted him home."

Headlights flashed in the kitchen window from the driveway, "Look mom, there he is now." Scott pointed out, but Emily was hesitant to move, and looked at Scott, fear flashing in her eyes.

"Baby, that's not your father. That's not my car." 

"Come on mom, who else would be?" 

A hard knock came from the front door startling them both. Emily stood up, wrapped her robe tightly around her, and hurried to the door, Scott on her heels. She pulled the door open to see a sheriff standing on the other side. "Emily Richmon?" his voice was strong. 

"Yes, I'm Emily. Can I help you?" she opened the door further, offering him to come from the cold night air. He accepted and entered the house.

"I'm Deputy Patrick Kirk. And I'm sorry to wake you at such a late hour, but I have a few questions I need to ask you."

"Yes, certainly." 

Scott walked up behind her and put his hands on her shoulders, feeling the need to give her strength, or maybe gain some for himself.

"Do you own a 2006 Mustang, red exterior, black interior, plate number..." he read something off to her, she shook her head yes. "We found the registration in the glove box, and thought you needed to be notified about your car."

Emily went pale; she felt her blood go cold, "what happened to Eric!"

"Mr. Richmon is in the hospital. His wife said that he lost control of the car and..."

Emily cut him off, "HIS WIFE! I'M HIS WIFE!"

The officer was shocked, "Mrs. Richmon was at the scene, she said that her husband was returning the car this evening, and lost control of it on the mountain, she was the one who called us right after the accident. She said she had been following him here so she could drive him back home."

Scott stepped up to confront him, "Did you get her name?"

He flipped though some pages of his notebook, and looked back up at Scott, "Tangelia Richmon, why is that sir?"

"She's my EX wife, Eric is my father, Emily is my mother, Eric's wife." he felt his mother shaking, thinking she would faint. "Mom, come on, sit down." 

He led her to the couch, helping her sit, went to get her a glass of water, and retrieved her purse, rummaging though it for some information as proof for the officer. He handed off her insurance card, and pointed out the photographs of her and Eric, as well as some of his own information to prove who Tangy really was.

"I don't understand," the deputy replied.

"I do, my ex-wife is lying." Scott stated sternly.

"Eric, where's Eric, where's my husband!" in her head, she was screaming, in reality, she was whispering.

"Mom," Scott held her hand, "I'm sure dad is ok." The deputy looked at her, and asked to speak to Scott alone, he agreed and they went to the kitchen.

"Look, I don't know what's going on here, I guess that is what I came here to find out. We found Mrs. Richmon's car in a ravine off the mountain, about ten feet down. It looked like there was a patch of ice and the car slid from the road. Mr. Richmon, your father, is in the hospital, his condition was undetermined when I left the scene. Ms. Richmon, Tangelia, was direct and to the point about who she was and what she was doing there," he looked back into the living room, "But unlike Mrs. Richmon," he motioned to Emily, "she was not shocked by the incident. She was very matter of fact, which I found very disconcerting. I asked to come here because I remembered your mom's car from a few months ago when I pulled her over for her tail light being out. There's no mistaking that Mustang, it's the only one around here that looked like that." 

"Do you know where they took my dad?"

"County General, about an hour ago, after they cut him out of the car."

"Do you know how long ago the wreck happened?"

"We received a 911 call around twelve-thirty, and the paramedics have been working to get him out of the car since we got there a little before or about one a.m."

"What the hell am I going to tell mom!" he fiercely whispered.

"Let me call in and see what I can find out, and then I can tell your mother, if you prefer?"

"No, I would rather be the one to tell her, but yes, if you could find out some more information, that would help a great deal." Scott looked over at his mom, "They just made up from a fight, he was coming back from the cabin so that they could talk about things. I hope that what ever they said gives mom strength to deal with this, because I don't think she can handle anything else right now."

The deputy sheriff walked away to call in on his radio, talking for a while to some one. Scott went back in to sit with Emily, who was mumbling something incoherently to herself. He startled her when he took her hand.

"Oh Scotty," she hadn't called him that in a long time. "He knew, when he talked to me earlier, he knew something was wrong. If not, he wouldn't have said all those things, asked me how much I loved him, reminding him of why, telling me why..." she just kept going on and on about their conversation. 

"Mom, I need to tell you what happened." he held her hand, she just stared into the darkness, "Emily!" 

She flashed her eyes to him. "Scott, he's dying. I have to get to him before he slips away from me." She left him sitting there and ran upstairs to change her clothes. 

Scott went to the officer and asked him to wait, going up after Emily, "Mom, you can't, you don't know where he is. You have to, what about Willow, Hayden and Bren, and Brey?"

"I'll take your father's truck. Please, call Erica, and Mal, don't wake Hayden or Bren. I have to make Eric hang on, just for a few more hours. I have to go."

He grabbed her shoulders, "MOM! They cut him out of your car. They don't know what condition he's in! MOM!"

"Scott, I have to go to him. Don't you understand, I may never get to tell him I love him again! I have to tell him about..." She left him standing there and ran back down the stairs stopping at the deputy, "tell me where he is, and what's happening, I know you know."

He took a deep breath, "He's at County, he's in surgery right now. I don't know anything else besides that, but..."

She cut him off, "BUT WHAT! That little bitch there to claim him too!"

"I don't know that ma'am, but I would like to escort you to the hospital, if I could."

"No, I'll take my husbands truck." 

"Please, let me lead the way, so you don't get hurt, or pulled over."

"Mom, let him take you, you're in no shape to drive. I'll follow as soon as I get Erica here to watch the kids. EMILY!" he grabbed her, making her look at him, "I love you, please, do this for me, do this for dad!"

She threw her arms around him, "Scott, I love you too, for you, for dad, yes, I'll do it for you both, for all of you." She grabbed her purse and turned to the officer, nodding her head. Scott watched them pull out of the driveway, and went to the kitchen to call his brother and sister.

When they arrived at the hospital, Emily was personally escorted to the ICU and left to wait until a nurse came to sit with her. The young sheriff never left Emily's side, because he knew that if the other woman was there, the truth would come out soon enough, and he was hoping to catch her red-handed. 

The nurse collected some information that only Emily could provide, stating that the other woman hadn't a clue about her husband. Emily calmly sat in the private waiting area, her adrenalin overtaking her body. 

She couldn't relax, she couldn't settle down, but she could think. If she got her hands on that little bitch, she would... her thoughts trailed off to the officers' words, His Wife! My fucking ass! She looked up to see Tangy standing in the hallway.

'Em, don't, you need to stay focused on Eric. You need to keep your mind clear.' She leaned back in the chair and closed her eyes, softly humming a song that Eric sung to Willow. 

She heard a scuffle outside and opened her eyes to see Scott and Tangy arguing. She got up, walked to the door, and opened it. "Don't you two know there are sick people in this place, now shut the fuck up, both of you!"

"MOM!"

"Don't mom me, get your ass' in here, NOW!" They both fell in behind her, and she put Scott to her side and Tangy across from her.

"Now, you little slut, you're going to tell me exactly what I want to know, or else."

"Or else what? Your gonna have me arrested for murder?" she scoffed, "Eric's not dead, yet." 

Emily's eyes flashed up to look over her, she saw Officer Kirk standing outside of the door, and silently motioned for him to come in, he did so unnoticed to Tangy. "No, I want to know exactly what you have been telling everyone!"

"About me and Eric? Sure, I have nothing to hide about my husband!"

"Your husband?" Emily leaned forward.

"Well yes, he has been my husband for a while now, can't you see, we're expecting our first child together. After all, your divorce was settled a year ago, after he found out what kind of trash you were, he married me." she flashed some kind of cheap ring at Emily. 

Emily drew in a breath, putting her hand on Scott's arm. "So, tell me Tangy, if he is your husband, then surely you know about his tribal markings." Tangy looked at her funny, Scott almost busted out laughing. 

"Come on Tangy, you know, my dad's tattoos. Being his wife, you should know what each one of them mean, and how many he has."

Emily looked up at the deputy and smiled. "So, Tangy, do you know what's on his upper left arm?"

"No. I mean, I'm not sure what it is, it's, I can't tell because it's so old."

Emily's voice changed, "are you calling Eric old?"

"Well, he is sixty-five, I mean, he is old!"

"Dad is only sixty, hardly old!" Scott pointed out.

Emily had to look away before she laughed. She turned back to Tangy, "What's on his chest, above his heart?"

"A scar, from a motorcycle accident a long time ago."

Emily looked at Scott, she was right about that one. "And what is the tattoo next to his heart?"

"A ribbon with an unreadable name," Tangy wrinkled her nose.

"That name happens to be mine!" she responded sharply, and then contained herself, "One more question Tangy. Where did Eric put your name on his body?"

"HE hasn't, it's not something he wanted to do."

"That's a shock, because everyone that he loves is on his body, either in a sign, or a name." Scott squinted his eyes at his ex-wife.

"I didn't want my name on his body like that. I told him so." She crossed her arms in a huff and turned away from his burning eyes. 

"Where's my name on daddy's body Tangy?" Erica's voice shattered the silence, bringing Emily to look at her, "Momma, don't worry, everyone is ok, Mel is looking after the babies, and she's going to get Hayden and Bren off to school. Mal is dropping Bridge and Ryan off at the house and coming as soon as he can." she hurried over and embraced Emily as she started to cry.

"How is daddy?"

"Honey, I don't know, they haven't told me anything yet."

Erica looked at Scott, "You better get her out of here Scott, or I'm going to pummel her!"

"You'll do no such thing," Emily brought Erica's attention back to her, "I don't care how horrible she is, if it is your fathers child she's carrying, I won't have that innocent child hurt." she looked at Tangy then, "I wouldn't be as cruel and selfish as others!"

"Mrs. Richmon." a deep voice called from the doorway. Emily released Erica and stood at her side, Scott stood behind them, Tangy stood up to look back at the doorway, starting to say something, but changed her mind after she saw the look on Erica's face.

"Yes," Emily advanced towards him, "What's happening with my husband?" 

"I would like to speak with you privately if I could." He stood in his scrubs, his mask still around his neck, his kind voice helped her heart.

"Yes, certainly." she walked out the door with the doctor, and out of sight.

"Tangy, the best thing for you to do is walk away now. I don't know what kind of game you're playing, but it's not going to end in your favor. Not after what you've done to dad." Scott remarked.

"I haven't done anything to Eric, except give him myself and a child."

"Be that as it may, I find it too convenient for you to have been there to call the police after the accident." He pulled her to face him, his eyes brunt with fear and loathing. "What did you do Tangy, run mom's car off the road because you thought it was her, and not dad!" He took a deep breath, "get mom out of the way so that you could come in and comfort him, giving him another child to take his mind off of Mom!"

"I would never!"

"Just so you know Tangy, Dad has eleven tattoos on his body so far, each one representing each his children, and his grandchildren, and two for mom. Besides the scar the one on his chest has mom's name on it, he also has EM on his upper left arm, and it's been there since before they even started dating. Mine is under mom's on his chest, Breyden's is under mine, Willow's is on his upper right chest, Hayden's and Brendan's are on his upper right arm, Erica's and Malcolm's are tattooed on each shoulder, and Ryan's is underneath Mal's, that way we all encircle his heart. And all of us are symbolized on his leg in a circle of linage that he and mom designed after Bren came!" 

"I...I..." she stammered.

"I know." he looked past her at the deputy and nodded.

Tangy sat back down and started crying as Scott walked away, motioning the deputy outside.

Erica looked at Tangy, she felt sorry for her in away, but, then again, she didn't, "Why'd you do it Tangy? All you had to do was tell daddy, he would have taken care of you. He would have done it unconditionally, just like he has Brey."

Tangy was in tears now, "Because, I don't know, I don't know." 

Erica stood up and walked over to her, putting her hand on Tangy's shoulder, "I don't know what you were thinking, but if daddy dies, his blood is on your hands, and then what's going to happen?"

She saw Tangy go pale, and felt her go stiff. Tangy looked up at Erica, weeping, "I think my water just broke!"

"Oh, that's just great!" Erica rolled her eyes and walked out into the hall, "Scott." she motioned him over, "Tangy's in labor."

"This just keeps getting better doesn't it?" he said sarcastically. He walked back into the waiting room and over to Tangy, she was panting like a cat, he shook his head and rolled his eyes, "Before I do this Tangy, I want the truth!"

"I, yes, Scott, yes, what!" she growled in pain, "What!"

"Did you run dad off the road? Is this dad's baby!"

"NO, NO! NO! I didn't run him off the road! He, I was following him, after we, OH!" she balled over in pain, "Scott, help me!"

"No, not until you tell me what the hell you were doing!"

"I was coming down the mountain, I was following him, I was going to meet him and..." she screamed.

"Where Tangy!"

"I didn't know it wasn't your mom. I thought she was up at the cabin. I thought it was her, I was coming to the house, I don't know what I was doing!"

"You're lying!"

"YES!" she was holding her stomach, the contractions closer, "Scott, help me to the, call someone."

"No, you're going to suffer just like mom and dad are, until you tell me what the hell you were doing!"

"Eric told me to meet him tonight at the lodge. Eric left a long time before I did. When I was driving down the mountain and I saw your mom's car." she stopped to grasp her air, panting heavier, "Scott, I was going to tell your mom, the truth. I wanted her to know I lied. After I talked to Eric, I couldn't do it, my heart wasn't in it after I saw the pain he was in. God Scott, this is your son, not his! I love you, but I couldn't do it, I couldn't lie any more."

"How do I know you're not lying to me now?"

"I was already pregnant when I seduced Eric that night you were in Denver! I drugged him, I fucked him, and it felt good! But I was already pregnant. Yes, I saw the car go off the road, I didn't know what to do!"

"Why didn't you call mom!"

"Because, I didn't want her to think that I did it. Eric already told me that he hurt her because he was angry with me, he was trying to make it up to her!"

"Why did you lie, why did you tell the cops all that shit!"

"Because I was, I don't know Scott. I was upset, and I didn't know what to tell them when they asked me my name."

"FUCK!"

"Scott, please, I let my anger get in the way of everything, please, help me with your baby." When she looked at him, he saw the woman he had once loved, the woman he once knew.

He took a deep breath and picked her up, rushing her out to the nurses' station. Erica came behind him. 

"Find mom, tell her what's happening, I'll go with Tangy, and tell mom, I'll explain everything." Erica wasn't buying it, "ERICA! Trust me!"

"FINE!" she threw her hands in the air and walked away, running into Malcolm.

"Where's mom?" 

"I don't know, Scott took Tangy to labor and delivery, they won't tell me anything about Daddy! And Scott's yelling at me!" 

"Come on, we'll go sit down and talk. Tell me everything. I haven't a clue what's going on except dads hurt." They sat down and Erica told him everything she knew. 

Emily sat with Eric, holding his hand, listening to the monitors. She almost couldn't bare to look at him. His face was swollen, his body was cut up, he was black and blue, and unconscious, but he was breathing, breathing on his own. She laid her head next to him, sniffling her tears away. "Eric, I'm sorry, I wish I hadn't told you to go away. I wish we would have talked it out then."

She looked at him, hoping for some response, nothing. She traced her hand up his arm and to the tattoo of is pet name for her, EM. He had that placed on his body before they even got together, with hopes that she would be his. She thought about their conversation on the night she discovered it.

Eric's arms were strong, and taught. I ran my hands up them and squeezed, noticing a tattoo on his upper left arm, EM, scribed fancy with the red rose laced through it.

"Eric?"

"Yes baby?" he looked up at her.

"What's this for?" 

"You."

She thought of the way he continued working his way down, tickling her, making her buck up to him, "How long have you had it?"

"Almost two years now." he was nuzzling down on her trim. She didn't want to ask him anymore questions, but she thought it was beautiful that he would do such a thing for her, even before they were together.




The Gift Box Ch. 07



She still thought it was beautiful. "Eric, I love you. I'm sorry that I did all of this to you. Drove you away from me, drove a sexual stake between us. I shouldn't have let Scott or anything come between us." 

She kept talking, just to keep calm, maybe he would hear her, maybe he would respond. "Do you remember the last term of college, when you found out I was pregnant with Scott. I wanted to tell you after graduation, but I couldn't hide it from you. You took such good care of me, moving me out of the dorm, moving us here. Then giving me Mal, and Erica, Hayden and Bren, and Willow. It was always easier to tell you about your children after Scott. I was so scared when I found out about Scott. So scared that I would loose you because of the baby. Now, I'm afraid I'll loose you because of my selfishness and stupidity."

"You didn't do anything wrong Em." he squeezed her hand, "I did." he voice was hoarse, but he was awake. 

How long had she laid there talking, him listening, and she didn't even notice that he was awake till he spoke and moved. She sat up, looking at him, he smiled.

"Em, baby, I'll always be in your heart, in our children, in our love, that, you will never loose, we will never be apart."

"Eric." it was as soft as an angels kiss when she spoke his name. Tears filled her eyes, she tightened her grip on his hand.

"Em, I'm sorry." he coughed, his throat raw. She stood up and slid her hand over his chest, being careful not to hurt him. He put his arm around her as tight as he could. 

"Eric, are you leaving me?"

"Not if I can help it, but if it's my time baby, I have to go." tears stung the wounds on his cheeks. "If this is getting karmatically bitch slapped by Shiva, I deserved it after doing what I did to you."

"No Eric, nothing this bad could have come from that. Besides, I'm all right, and I know you didn't mean to do anything like that, it was just..."

"It was wrong baby, I shouldn't have. I should have taken you upstairs and made love to you, I should have talked to you before, I never meant to hurt you." 

"Please, Eric, not now, its over, lets just focus on you getting better."

"I am baby, as long as you're by my side, I'm better." he coughed, groaning. "I'm sorry about your car."

"I can replace the car. I can't replace my husband, my love of my life."

"Emily, I love you." he ran his bandaged fingers up her cheek and across her lips. She kissed them as he did, "Emily, you take care of our kids, you take care of our baby," he let his hand drop down to his side, and rubbed against her tummy.

"You knew?"

"You can't hide it that well baby," he smiled, "that's why I needed to protect you, we have so much at stake." he brushed her tummy again, and she put her lips to his, managing a soft kiss between them as he faded. 

"No Eric, I love you, don't leave me Eric, don't leave," she spoke into his lips, feeling his chest as his breathing became shallow. "No ERIC! NO!" 

Lights flashed, noises blared, and Emily was pulled from his body, pushed from the room. She stood there numb, witnessing her husbands' death, recalling their last minutes of confessed love, and regrets, made in mere minutes after years of love and affection. She reached up and put her hand on her belly, "Eric, you knew."

Scott came barreling down the hall, "MOM!" he had her in his arms, "Tangy, the baby, it's not dads, it's mine! She's mine! Tangy lied to get even with me, she..." He looked at her as she stared through the glass into the room, then he turned around to see the chaos. His heart stopped as he watched them work on his dad. 

"He's gone," she whispered, still holding her tummy, "he told me he loved me, and you, all of you, and to take care of all of you, and the baby."

"What baby mom?"

She looked down, "our baby." Emily fell into his arms and cried.

He carried her back into the waiting room, thinking that it was beginning to be a normal thing toting all of these women around. Mal and Erica sat talking when he burst into the room. Mal took her from Scott and lay her down on the couch as Erica retrieved some water. Emily gathered herself looking at her children, not bearing the weight on her heart well.

"Dad," Scott finally spoke, "I don't know what happened, but they are working on him." he looked around, "Tangy, ok, I know you don't want to hear about it, but we have a little girl, she's my little girl, Tangy told me everything! She lied, she didn't hurt dad, he just lost control of the car, she didn't lie because she told me it all before I took her down there. I wanted to make her suffer like she made mom suffer."

"SCOTT! The poor girl was hurting, you may have hurt the baby." Emily scolded him.

"The baby is fine, she had time, besides, her contractions were far enough apart, but they couldn't give her any medication, so, she went thorough the whole labor and delivery naturally!"

"Oh Scott. How is she doing?" 

"They are fine, Emilia is beautiful and healthy."

Emily smiled, "Emilia huh? Your idea?"

"Yes." Scott held her hands. 

"I still don't buy it!" Erica spatted.

"I agree." Mal admitted, "Why would she be so evil?"

"Look, she agreed to have a DNA test done on Emilia, to prove she was telling me the truth after all this time. If it comes back different from me, then I know she was lying."

"What about dad, if he's gone..." Scott cut Mal a look, pulling him off to the side.

"Shut up, no one has come down here to tell us he's dead. Don't say it, mom's already thinking it. She can't handle that, dad is her world."

"It's not like you can't take his place." Mal sounded jealous.

"What are you talking about!"

"Yeah Mal, what the hell?" Erica asked. Scott shuffled them all to the other side of the room away from Emily.

"Scott's been sleeping with mom." Mal stated bluntly.

"I knew that." Erica admitted.

"I don't mean sleeping with her like he did when he was a kid, I mean having sex and stuff with her."

"Yeah, I know." Erica stated bluntly.

"What do you mean, 'I know'!" Mal blurted.

"SHH! Dumbass!" She bit at him.

"The night that they took daddy to the hospital, when she was pumping in front of us, I knew then." She looked back at Emily, "Come on Scott, I saw the looks that passed between you and mom, and Mel, I about had to beat her off mom!"

"Yeah, I remember that." he smiled.

"Well, it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure it out! Besides, I came home one afternoon and saw the two of you. I just didn't say anything." she smiled at him.

"Thanks sis, but..."

"No need to thank me, besides, if I thought she would go for it, I would take a shot too."

"Oh fuck, you too!" Mal slapped his own head, "I can't believe you two!"

"Well, Mal, I can't help it if I think my mom is a hot piece of work!" Erica smiled, besides, after what I saw between her and Scott, and her and daddy, I would like to taste of her."

"Oh, I'm sure that would be the perfect pleasure for her considering the current circumstances!"

"Hey, I can fantasize can't I?" Erica had a wicked smile to her face.

"About your own mom!" Mal was flabbergasted, shaking his head.

"Have you seen her pussy!" 

Mal looked at her, "Am I the only one who doesn't want mom!"

"I guess so!" Scott lightly punched him, "But now, we have other things to worry about." Scott pointed as the doctor came in and sat with Emily, quietly discussing Eric. When he left her alone, she looked at her children, slowly got up and walked to them. 

"He's alive, and they have stabilized him. For how long, they don't know, or he will get better." She looked at Scott, "I can't see your dad for a few hours, so can I see my granddaughter?"

"Sure mom," he kissed her softly and held her close, felling her tremble. "Mom, I love you." "I love you too Scott."

They walked down to the nursery to see the new baby, Emily thinking of Eric's words, 'Take care of our baby', he had never been wrong since the first time they made love, he always knew, how long had he known? She held Emilia, looking at her, she had Scott's eyes, Tangy's pouty mouth, and yes, there was a resemblance to Eric, but only because of Scott. She rocked her, taking her mind off everything. 

***

Emily left the nursery and went to see Eric. She was exhausted and needed sleep. Her children followed behind her and watched through the window of the room after she went inside. He was stable and resting comfortably.

She sat down and took his hand, where she had been sitting before, and kissed it, talking to him, "I just want you to know, I know the truth about Tangy's baby. She told Scott everything, and now, we have a beautiful new granddaughter." she felt him stir, looking up at his face, not being able to tell anything. 

His breathing was steady, but no response other than the slight move of his hand. She watched him now as she talked, "baby, I still don't understand what happened, or why, but what ever was said between you and Tangy, if she is telling Scott the truth, I hope to hear your side of the story. I need to know, I need to hear it from you. If you tell me, then I'll know it's true." he moved his hand again in hers, as if he was responding to her, but his face didn't change.

"Eric, she told Scott the baby was his, and that she lied because she wanted to get even with him because of the divorce. She admitted to drugging you and seducing you, but she was already pregnant before. She told Scott that she has the sonogram photos and the paper from the doctor dating the approximate conception date."

She paused, waiting for another response from him, and continued, "Scott has asked for a DNA test, Tangy agreed, I think they took the blood sample when they checked her, the baby, this morning." his hand shifted in hers. "Scott named her Emilia after me. He named her after me!" she was crying now, leaning against his arm, tears running down her cheek to his skin, and down the tattoo of her name. 

She heard a noise behind her and looked up to see Scott. He smiled and walked to her, bushing the tears from her face. "Mom, they said you can't stay much longer. I think you need to go home and sleep. We all do." He looked up at his dad, seeing how badly he had been torn up in the wreck. "Mom, he'll be in good hands, but they won't let us stay. They are going to give Erica and Mal a little time but we all have to leave for a few hours."

"I can't leave him Scott, I can't." 

"Mom, it's just for a little while, just to let you rest." 

"What if something happens and I'm not here to tell him I love him, or good bye!" she was weeping harder now.

"If something happens, or changes, they will call. We'll come right back here." he was holding her around her shoulders; she still held Eric's hand. 

"I've almost lost him, how can I leave and loose him." 

"Mom, Emily, your not going to loose him, he's going to pull out of this, aren't you daddy!" She looked at Scott, he never called Eric daddy, not since he was little. She felt Eric's hand tighten his grip, as if Scott's words were a trigger. 

He looked at his dad and choked on his words as he spoke, "Daddy, mom needs to know its ok to leave you here so she can get some rest. She needs to go home to Willow, Hayden, and Bren. Daddy, let her know its ok for her to go, you won't leave her behind." 

Eric looked at Scott, and moved his hand, pulling hers with his closer to his body, managing to put it over his chest, over the place of the tattoo. He squeezed her hand again, moving it back and forth, and then released his grip. 

"Eric, I don't want to leave you here alone."

"Momma, he's not alone. There are good doctors here, he's in good hands." Scott put his hand over his mom and dads and cupped them, "Dad, I'm going to take mom home, let her rest, we'll be back after while. Daddy, I love you, but mom needs to go home so she doesn't get sick. She needs to take care of herself and the baby." 

Eric's fingers moved to Scott's hand, and put it over Emily's, and nudged it. He squeezed them together and pulled his hand free, letting it slip to the side. She looked at Scott, swallowed hard, and gave up. She pulled her hand free and stood up to kiss Eric. As she brushed his lips, he put his hand against her tummy, spreading his fingers open to cover it. She put her hand back over his and felt her heart race. "Eric, I'll be back in a few hours. I love you."

He tried to smile as he flexed his fingers a little against her and pulled away. She looked at Scott, "I'll be in the waiting room." she kissed his cheek and left them together.

"Daddy, you always knew everything your children have done. I want you to know that I'll take care of Momma if you don't come home. And Daddy, I'm sorry for everything that Tangy and I put you and Momma through, but for what it's worth, my daughter has her grandfathers spirit." he bet down and kissed his cheek, "Daddy, I love you."

Eric caught his hand and held it tightly, looking up at him. "Wait, let me get mom!"

"No son. NO!" he hoarsely whispered. 

"But, mom." 

"No. You take her home, make sure she rests. I'm leaving her in your hands. Scott, I'm going to try and pull out of this, but if I don't, you have to promise me, promise me you will love her and care for her."

"You know I will dad."

"Don't tell your mother I said this, do you understand me!" Eric's voice was rough, and low, almost lost.

"Dad, how can I not tell her, she sees right through me."

"You take her home and make her rest. Call Elizabeth and tell her she needs to check on your mother." taking a deep breath he added, "I'm afraid if she doesn't rest, she's going to have a miscarriage."

"Dad! You can't be serious."

"Look at her Scott. If I would have known what I did was going to hurt her in more ways than just breaking her heart, I would have never left the house. I never ment to hurt her, I was angry." he took a deep breath, his tone fading, "Scott, all I need to know is that she's safe, and if it's true. When I was knocked out in the car I saw a vision, dream, what ever it was. She was going to tell me tonight, I know she was. But I'm afraid if she doesn't rest, she's going to have a miscarriage. Do this for me, please."

"Yes dad, I'll do it. I promise."

He grunted, and whimpered in pain. "Go, take your mother home, and send in Mal and Erica. I need to talk to them too. I want you to come back later on, without your mother, I need to talk to you some more. I don't want to her to see me struggle though this recovery; it will only burden her pregnancy even more." he squeezed Scotts hand again, "go on, make sure she's resting."

"I will daddy."

"And Scott, I love you too son." Scott reached around and hugged him, Eric squeezing his arm.

Mal and Erica came into the room after Scott left, Eric speaking with them, telling them something similar to what he had told Scott, with out all of the details, but made them promise to help and care for her if he didn't make it. They agreed, and Erica asked about Tangy, why it all happened. Eric told her and Malcolm the story, and it matched Scott's with a few more facts. They were satisfied, and he told them that he would tell Emily, for them not to stress her out with the details. When they left, he found the button to his pain medication and dosed himself up, putting himself to sleep.



The Gift Box Ch. 08



Scott took Emily home. She was glad to be there, but found it hard to relax. If it wasn't for sheer exhaustion, she wouldn't have slept. Melody and Bridgette agreed to help look after the kids, allowing Emily to rest. 

Scott, Erica, and Mal discussed their parents for a long time before they slept. They discussed what Eric had told them, and how worried they were about Emily. Scott telling them of what his dad had said, and they agreed about their mother. 

"Scott, what if daddy doesn't come home? What then?" Erica asked him.

"I don't know sis, I just know that I will be the one to take care of her, dad already asked me too." He looked at them, "Did he tell you he thinks she's going to have another baby?"

"No, he didn't mention that." Mal looked up at him quickly.

"You can't be serious Scott!" Erica got up to stretch; she had been sitting so long her body hurt.

"Yeah. Just before we left he told me something's that really bothered me, but made me promise not to say anything. But I wanted you to know about that, because if he, I mean, Mom's gonna be crushed, and then dealing with that, he thinks if she's not careful, she may loose this baby."

"God, you really think that dad is right?" Mal shook his head in confusion. 

"I don't know, but he made me promise, and he wants me to come back by myself later so we can talk." he took a deep breath and looked at them, "I'm scared. I love mom, but I'm not ready for this, I mean, I'm not ready for, damn it!" the tears rolled down his cheeks, frustration building inside.

"Look, Scott, go get some sleep. We all need sleep, and you and mom have had less than we have. Go upstairs and go to bed. Dad will be fine, you'll see."

"I hope your right, but it's going to be a long road of recovery. They still haven't told us everything that has happened, and I'm afraid when they do, it's not going to be pretty. But dad will push himself, you know he will, especially for mom."

"Scott, he's going to be fine, one way, or another, he's going to come home and be back to normal with mom. It will push you out of her bed for awhile any way." Erica snickered.

"Thanks for that." Scott stood up, "Wake me up if I'm not up when Hayden and Bren get home, ok."

"You sleeping with Mom?" Mal shot him a funny look, knowing all to well the answer.

"What do you think." he smiled as he got up and headed towards the staircase.

"I don't want to hear any funny sounds coming from the room Scott!" Erica teased him.

"Don't worry, moms out of it, and I'm too tired." 

He left them in the living room and went up to Emily, crawling in next to her, feeling the warmth and security of her body against his, drifting off to sleep. Erica piled up in the guest room, Mal just crashed on the chair in the living room. 

Things were quiet in the house, Bridgette and Melody kept the babies fed and occupied. Ryan was even delighted with the company of his cousin and aunt. Melody was very good with the children, and she and Bridgette got along very well. They talked girl talk, things that she and Erica never talked about, and bonded, becoming close friends in the end. 

Scott got up before Hayden and Brendan arrived home from school, preparing to tell them about their dad. Emily slept, and he watched her, not sure if he should wake her. He stroked her hair from her face and she didn't even move. 

He whispered to her, trying to understand his emotions, "God mom, dad wants me to take his place if he dies, but are you going to accept me like that?" He kissed her gently and left her side.

After a quick shower, he went down stairs to see everyone busy with the babies and his younger brother and sister. It was almost like a holiday with everyone around. He pulled Erica off to the side to talk to her, "Did you say anything about dad to them?" 

"No, not yet. I thought you wanted to do it."

"I do, but you guys need to hear what I have to say as well. All of you." He made it a point to include Bridgette and Melody. They all gathered in the living room and Scott stood before them, he took a deep breath before he spoke. "Hayden, Brendan, I have some news about dad." they looked up at him.

"Is it bad? Did he hurt mommy some more?" Hayden asked.

"I hope not, he shouldn't have been mean to her. I hope someone's mean to him." Brendan smarted off.

"No. No you don't!" Scott snapped at him, not realizing how harsh his tone was.

"Scott, if momma hears you, she's going to bust you for treating him that way!" Erica glared at him.

"I'm sorry Brendan, but you shouldn't say things like that. It's not nice. And I know that he hurt mom's feelings, and... just don't say anything like that again."

"But he hurt momma, and I don't like it when she's hurting! It's like when I tease Hayden, and momma gets on me. It's not nice to make her cry!"

"I understand that. Look, the reason I say that is because dad did get hurt." He blew out a breath and sat between Hayden and Brendan, "Look, dad was in a car accident last night. Remember when he left in mom's car last night?" they shook their heads, "we'll mom called him and he said he was sorry, and then when he was on his way back home, he, well, something happened and he..." Scott choked, trying to hold back his tears.

"You know how mom is always trying to tell me to be careful when I drive in the snow. You've heard her tell me, right?" Malcolm knelt before them, "Well, dad was driving in the snow, and he slid off the road, and got hurt really bad." he looked at Scott, "Dad is in the hospital, but they won't let us see him very much because he's in really bad shape."

"Is he gonna die?" Hayden asked bluntly.

"We don't know." Emily's voice came from behind them all.

"Momma, I'm sorry, I didn't want daddy hurt!" Brendan ran to her, crying.

"It's not your fault Bren, he just had an accident in my car. No one is to blame."

"Yes momma, I wanted some one to be mean to him like he was mean to you." 

Emily gathered him in her arms, "Brendan, you only said that because you were angry, but daddy got hurt long before you thought that. Now, daddy is going to be in the hospital for a while, and you and Hayden, and everyone else, need to be strong, and help me out, because I am going to be trying to help daddy get better. But I need everyone's help." She looked at all of the kids, "I need everyone."

They all nodded and stated their agreement to her.

"Mommy, I'll clean my room really good." Hayden said, hurrying to her.

"And I'll make sure I do my homework, and keep my toys and games up." Brendan hugged her.

"Good. I need all the help I can get. It will be just like when daddy broke his leg, but now, I'm going to be back and forth to the hospital as much as they will let me. So we all have to help here at the house." she looked at her two hugging her, "Do you two have homework?"

"Yes." they said in unison.

"Ok, Hayden, you help Bren, get your homework done. I'm going to find something for supper, and then Scott is going to take me to the hospital for a little while. I can't stay long, but I need to see your dad." she smiled at them, "It's important we all pitch in and do our best to help daddy. Ok."

"YES!" they said again.

"Now, get your books, go to the kitchen, and get your homework done, I'll be right there to get you a snack, after I talk to your brothers and sisters." she shuffled them away and came back to Scott. "Now, you were saying?"

Scott stood up, taking her hands, wanting to hold her and kiss her pain away. "What I was going to tell everyone before, was that dad has left me instructions to take care of you, and the younger ones, if he doesn't make it."

She backed away from him. "When did he tell you this?"

"This morning, when I... right after you left his room."

"What!" Emily snapped.

Scott looked away, "Yes, and he told me to take you to see Liz, and make sure you rest, and don't stress out. Mom, he's intrusting me with your safety and well being."

"I can't believe this. Why wouldn't he tell me?"

"Look, mom, he wasn't, he didn't want you to worry any more, he wanted to tell me that I was in charge if he dies." He bit his tongue, wanting to tell her the rest but left it at that.

"I, oh Eric!" She dropped Scott's hands and went to the kitchen, leaving him dumbfounded.

"Why didn't you tell momma everything?" Erica asked.

"Because I promised dad I wouldn't," he looked back towards the kitchen, "and I'm not going to unless something happens to him."

Emily fixed something quick to feed the kids, and spent some time with Willow before she and Scott left for the hospital. It was almost six before they got there, and she wasn't allowed much time with Eric. He was sleeping when she arrived, and Scott left her to go visit Tangy and his daughter. 

Emily spent the next two days with Eric in and out of consciousness, the doctors still not telling her anything. When she couldn't sit with him any longer, she went down to see Tangy and Emilia. 

They were getting ready to release her on the second day, and Emily offered to take her home. Tangy wasn't sure, because of Scott, but accepted the offer. Emily checked with the nurses to see what time she would be released, and it gave her a few hours to gather some things up for Tangy. 

With a bit of coaxing, she got Scott to help her go shopping for a car seat, some diapers, and other things Emily thought she might need. They took Tangy and Emilia back to Tangy's mothers, Emily spending some time discussing Emilia, and Eric with them. Scott told Tangy he would see them in a few days, and took Emily back home to rest.

***

After two weeks, they moved Eric from ICU. He was fully awake, but couldn't sit up. Emily sat with Eric, holding his hand. She looked at him, first asking if he was in much pain, and if they had said anything about his condition. 

He said no, the medication was helping the pain, and he didn't know anything except that he wrecked her car. She stroked his face in a place that wasn't bruised, and talked some more. 

"We told Hayden and Brendan. I don't think it has set in yet that you aren't coming home soon. They are used to you being gone a few days at a time, and working, so, I don't know if they really understand." 

"I'm sure they do more than you know," he said with a raspy voice.

She looked at him, face serious, "Eric, why did you tell Scott I was his responsibility? I can take care of myself."

"No, Em, it's not that you can't, it's that you won't." he squeezed her hand.

"What do you mean I won't?"

"You will run your self ragged if some one... look, baby," he coughed a little, flinching in pain, "Just trust me on my decisions. I need you to take care of yourself, and the baby."

"Eric, I haven't even told you if I was or not!"

"Have I ever been wrong before?"

"Only once." she looked away.

"No, I wasn't, remember." he reached up and touched her face. "Even though you had your monthly for the first two months, Hayden still came, and she was right on time."

"Liz said it was break through bleeding, not a monthly, that's why she put me in bed."

"Yes. But I was right, wasn't I."

"Yes. Yes you were." she smiled, putting her hand on her belly.

"How far along are you?"

"A few months."

"We'll, let's see the belly." He motioned her to stand up. She moved away from the bed, pulling up her shirt and showing her already protruding tummy. "MY God Em, I'd say you're more than a few months."

"No, according to my calculations, I should only be a little over three months, working midway on my fourth."

"You've never been that big this close to your third, not even with Brendan, and he was almost ten pounds when he was born."

"I have another doctor's appointment in two weeks. Liz is going to do the sonogram."

"Why didn't you tell me you have already been to see Liz?" He reached up, taking her hand.

"I was going to, the night of the accident, but..."

"Baby, you should have told me. I don't ever want you to deal with anything like this alone."

Emily put her shirt back down, "I know. But, after what happened and everything I've done with Scott..." 

Eric shook his head, "I told you Em, we discussed it before, as long as it didn't interfere with what we have between us, then, I'm ok with it." he smiled, putting his hand on her swollen belly. Emily sat back down, he brushed her cheek, bringing her to face him, "Baby, I love you. Nothing will ever change that. You've known that since our first kiss."

"Eric, I can't do this with out you."

"Yes, you can Em, because you have Scott. You have our son to help you. And he love's you, and I accept that. Em," he pulled her to him, trying to hold her, "Baby, if I wasn't afraid that I won't pull out of this, then I wouldn't have ever said anything to him." Emily started to cry and he wiped her tears away, "baby, for me, I need to know he will take care of the only woman I have ever loved. I trust my son to take my place in his family, and care for you as a woman, and his mother."

"Damn it Eric!" she hotly whispered, laying into his shoulder for comfort, crying harder.

"Em, baby, he loves you as a woman, I think we both agree that he is the best choice for all of your needs."

"Eric, it's not about my needs, he's our son, but you're my husband. He can't take that place."

"No, and I wouldn't expect him too. I expect him to care for you, and make sure you're happy, and safe. I know you love being with him, and you love having sex with him, and I like what it has done for the three of us, bringing us closer. I have always trusted my son, and his judgments, and now, I am entrusting him with the most precious thing in my life, You, Em."

"You talk as if you're already dying. Eric," she looked at him, and he brought her to kiss him.

"Emily Kathryn," he said in the midst of the kiss, "even if I live, I may never walk again, and I can't deny my wife her pleasures. Nor will I ever." the kiss deepened as much as it could, and when he moaned in pain, she pulled away. "Too much excitement." he groaned.

Eric held her close, but as much as he was loving the attention, the pain was more than the pleasure. He told her he was sorry, and she apologized for causing him more anguish, and she put her arm over him.

"I love you," she softly whispered, watching his eyes, brushing his hair from his face.

"Emily, I've never loved you more than I do now." he smiled at her, and relaxed, drifting away from her. 

When Scott came back, she was asleep, her head lying at his side. His heart ached for her, and his dad. Scott woke her, and she walked down the hall to the restroom and got some water. Scott thought his dad was asleep, and started to leave when Eric called him back. He sat in the same chair Emily had been in, and took his dads hand.

"I told her everything that I think she needs to know at this time, we talked about the baby. But I didn't tell her about my dream, or whatever the hell it was." his voice was groggy, "Scott, I didn't tell her what the doctors have told me, but I did tell her that I may never walk again."

"No, dad, you have to, you have to walk, you have to..." 

He cut Scott off, "Son, what ever happened in that wreck has caused more damage than what I understand. The pain is killing me. The only reason I'm even talking to you right now, is because I'm so zoned out, I'm speeding. In about ten minutes, I'll crash. I'm hurting Scott. I'm hurting bad."

"Dad. I..."

"I know son." he took a deep breath, and brushed a tear from Scotts face, "I don't want Emily to know how much pain I'm in. I don't want her to know what has happened. I told the doctors not to tell her anything negative. If the internal bleeding starts again, and they can't stop it, I'm done for. I got lucky and didn't get but a few broken ribs, but when the car rolled, hell Scott, for what it's worth, I'm glad Tangy was following me."

"If it wasn't for Tangy, none of this would have happened!"

"Don't be angry with her, she's was only doing something she thought was right."

"Dad, how can you say that!"

"Because, at this point in time, it's trivial." he clenched his lips in pain, "Scott, what's done is done, don't blame Tangy for my stupidity! I shouldn't have gone up the mountain, what if it would have been her and the baby instead of me, then I wouldn't have a new granddaughter, and your wife would be laying here."

"She's not my wife any more." he snapped.

"No, but Scott, she still loves you. In her own sick little way, she still loves you." he flinched in pain again, pushing his button for relief. "Scott, Tangy was lost, and what she did was wrong, but what I did to your mother was wrong too. Tangy promised me she would care for the baby, and tell you the truth. Did she?"

"Yes. But I'm still waiting on the DNA tests to be sure."

"Trust her, she's young, and she lost the only man she ever really loved, You, son. She was scared to be without you, and she knew if she was close to me, she would be close to you. Emilia is your daughter, and just like Breyden is your son, you need to take care of her."

"Are you saying I should work something out with Tangy?"

"Do what you feel is right in your heart, but don't make your daughter suffer." his voice was fading, "Scott, take your mother home, make sure she rests, and I'll be better tomorrow." He sighed, "Scott, Em needs to focus on the pregnancy, not me. I need you to help me..." his voice faded completely and he was asleep.

"I'll do my best dad."

Scott and Emily walked out to the parking garage, and he stopped to hold her quietly for a few moments when they reached the car. It had been so long since he could actually do it the way he needed to, that he forgot what it felt like. 

He snuggled into her hair and kissed her softly. She held him tightly, leaving a trace of light kisses on his neck and chest, taking in his scent. She wasn't sure if it was her or him that made the first move, but they found each other's lips and took them passionately. 

He pulled her tightly to him, and slipped his tongue into her mouth, entangling his with the warmth of hers, licking, and nipping at her lips. She sighed as he touched her, feeling his hands on her back and sides, she felt the tautness of his muscles under her hands, and excitement drifted over her body. 

She breathlessly spoke through their kiss "Scott, take me home, make love to me. I want to forget everything but you and me. I want to feel nothing but us together. I want you to make love to me, not fuck me, take me home, and make love to me." He pulled away from her, "Mom, we can't, everyone is there. I mean, Malcolm and Bridgette are home, and..."

She cut him off, putting her fingers to his lips, "then take me up to the cabin, just for a few hours, I need you Scott. I need to be with you, and forget everything, I love you, and right now, I need you more than I ever have."

"Emily, I need you too. I need to feel you. I want to make mad passionate love to you." he kissed her hard, long and deeper than before. "If we don't stop, I'm going to make love to you here in the car." She laughed at him, nipping at his lips. 

He pulled the car door open, still kissing her. "Emily, I can't take the place of your husband, but I can love you the way I think you deserve to be loved, like the beautiful woman you are." 

He pushed her against the edge of the door, "Yes, I want to make love to you, feel deep inside of you, taste your body, and kiss your soul. I love you, I love you!" he whispered to her, before he broke the kiss. 

It was so hard to let her go, he wanted to keep kissing her, tasting her, his want of her flared, as she pushed into him, tugging at his shirt, touching his skin. "Scott, I need you baby." she wrapped herself around him tightly, kissing him deep and then slid away, and into the seat of the car.




The Gift Box Ch. 08



They carefully drove up the mountain road to the cabin, and hurried inside. It was cold, but the heat between them seemed to warm up the house. They took time enough to turn on the furnace, and a light or two, locking the door behind them, keeping the kiss. 

"I don't want to be your mother tonight Scott, I want to be your lover, your girlfriend, what ever you want me to be. Make me forget everything but us, make mad passionate love to me, because I need you Scott. I need you so much." she whispered deeply, pushing her body to his.

Emily was out of her clothes and lying in the bed by the time Scott got to the room. She held her hands out to him, bringing him into the bed with her, "Make love to me Scott, take it all away, everything but us baby. Make love to me like we have never loved before, I only want to think about us." she entangled herself against his body, kissing him with heat that drove him mad for her. 

"Yes Emily, I want to love you, like I never have before. I want to give you all of my heat and passion." he kissed down her cheek, and to her neck and ear.

She stopped him, "Scott, we have to be careful." she reached down and touched her expanding midsection. "I told your father today, I'm pregnant, almost four months."

He stopped and pulled away from her, "What are you saying?"

"Scott, this may be your child."

"Mine. How can you be sure?"

"Because, if I counted right, it was the night the three of us were up here, New Years Eve. So there's a good chance that I'm carrying your child." she put his hand to her tummy and he smiled, "I love you Scott, I love you."

He was very quiet, watching her eyes, looking over her body, touching her softly, taking in the rise of her forming bump. Excitement and pleasure took over his emotions, and he let a tear roll from his eye. "Oh Emily, what a beautiful gift." 

He raised back up to capture her lips to his, kissing her softly, full of love and want of her.

She whispered through their kiss, "Make love to me like you did the night we conceived our child, slowly, passionately, gently. I want to forget everything Scott, but us, make me forget who I am, and the world around me. Love me Scott, love me."

"Yes Emily, I promise." he pulled away to look at her, "with all my heart, I'll love you."



The Gift Box Ch. 09



Another two weeks passed, and the day of Emily's doctor appointment came. Scott accompanied her to the office and impatiently waited while Emily went through the normal poke and prod check up. Even though she had been going to Liz for years, this time, she felt very uncomfortable because she didn't know who the father was. She asked the nurse to get Scott when they took her for the sonogram. 

She was already on the table and waiting when Scott walked in the door. He took her hand, standing up towards the top of the exam table. The nurse put the jelly down and slid the transducer around her belly, adjusting the picture. She chatted a little bit, easing the tension in the room. 

"Mrs. Richmon, you think you are at the four month mark?"

"That's what we figured out, but we were not so sure. I guess we'll find out soon." she smiled awkwardly, "My husband thinks I'm further along because of my size."

"Well, let's just see how far along we are." The picture became a little clearer and started putting little marks on the screen. Emily looked at it, trying to make out the shapes the marks made, and then she gasped, clenching Scott's hand extremely tight. Tears rolled from her face.

"Mom?" he whispered, "What's wrong?"

"Look." she whispered and pointed, showing him what she saw. He couldn't quite make it out, and then realized he was looking at more than he expected. 

"Mom? Is that what I think it is?"

"Twins. Mrs. Richmon it's twins."

"Oh my god!" Emily mumbled. She looked at Scott, swallowing hard. 

"Here's one, and here's the other," the nurse added, showing the outline each of them. She clicked off the pictures and printed them out, quickly writing things down in the file and handing the photographs to Emily. 

Emily took them, her hands shaking. After that, there was no question in her mind, or heart, about whom she was pregnant by. 

"Well, Mrs. Richmon, I'll let the doctor know and give you time to catch your breath. I'm sure she will want to see you briefly before you leave."

"Thank you." Emily could hardly speak. The nurse left them and Scott helped Emily from the table.

"No wonder you're growing so quickly," he stated. Feeling her shake holding her steady.

Scott took the pictures from Emily, looking over them. He was just as shocked. Many things floated through his head. He didn't know what to say to her as he kissed her cheek.

Emily leaned against the table in awe of her circumstances. Could it be true. Was she carrying a child for each of them? It wasn't far fetched, she had heard of women carrying twins of different fathers before, and twins coming out looking different because of the different blood lines and such. 

She put her hands on her tummy and rubbed, taking a deep breath. "Well, my little ones, I guess well see who you look like in about five or six months. I hope I can handle the two of you. I may be walking sideways for awhile," she giggled to herself, then looked up and whispered, "Scott, we should go see your dad." 

They walked out of the room, stopping long enough to speak to Liz, before they headed back to the hospital to see Eric. She held the photographs tightly, excited to tell Eric the news.

When they arrived at the hospital, and entered Eric's room, he was gone and the whole room was empty. Emily panicked, because no one had called her to tell her anything had happened to him. Scott heard her gasp, and put his arm around her.

"Wait mom, I'll go see. They may have just taken him for some tests or something."

"I'm all right. Just go see what's going on."

Scott kissed her cheek and left the room, walking down to the nurses' station to inquire about his father. He was shocked to find out that they had put Eric back in ICU. 

"Why wasn't my mother notified?" He snapped.

"We tried to call the numbers left, but we didn't get any answer. We left a message with the number listed as her cell phone," the nurse looked a little wary at him, "Mr. Richmon, we tried to call and let you know that he was having problems again, I'm sorry that we did not reach you. I'll call down to ICU and let them know you have arrived."

Scott went white. His emotional state went from ecstatic father to upset little boy in the matter of seconds. When he turned to walk away, Emily was standing before him. "Mom, they took dad back to ICU." He swallowed hard, "they said they have tried to call your cell, but didn't get an answer. They said he was having trouble again, and took him back."

"Oh God. I forgot all about my phone. I haven't even turned it on today." She looked stunned, "What kind of trouble?"

"They won't tell me. We have to walk down to ICU, the nurse is going to meet us there."

Emily took a deep breath and put the sonogram pictures back in her purse. "Maybe he just over dosed himself and they took him back as a precaution." She tried to smile, but deep in her heart, she knew it was more. When she reached for Scott's hand, he jumped. Wherever his thoughts were, she pulled him back to reality. 

They walked to the elevator and rode it to the floor where the ICU was located. They both looked at each other before they exited the car. Scott knew what was in her thoughts, because he was thinking the same thing about his dad.

"Mrs. Richmon." The nurse approached her, "I'm sorry we couldn't reach you earlier."

"It's my fault, I forgot about my phone. Please, what's wrong with Eric?"

"I'm afraid that his lung has collapsed, and we believe that his broken ribs have caused more damage than what we initially thought." She turned to look back where the doctor stood, and motioned towards him, "Doctor Richardson is taking care of him, and can explain things to you better than I can."

She stared at the doctor, this strange look overtaking her expression, "I want you to tell me everything your not."

"I have told you everything I am able to Mrs. Richmon."

"No, no you haven't. I know that Eric was fine when I left him last night. Something is wrong; there is something you haven't told me. Something that everyone knows, and no one is telling me!" she was almost screaming.

"Mom, calm down. You know what Liz said about you getting upset. It's not going to help dad either."

"Then someone needs to tell me the truth about your father!" She snapped at him.

He had never seen so much fear in her eyes. Usually, she was strong, it didn't matter what any of them had gone through, but now, she was terrified. Scott walked the doctor away from her before she hit bottom and clawed his eyes out.

"Tell her the truth. If my dad is dying, she deserves to know why. I don't care what he told you to do, you need to tell her."

He glanced over at Emily and continued talking to Scott, "Mr. Richmon, your father has a collapsed lung, the internal hemorrhage has begun again, and we can't seem to stop it. We can do surgery on him again, but he might die."

"What is the chance we save his life, and not kill my mother?"

"It's 70/30. But he may be in a coma, or hospitalized for a long time."

"I don't care. You do what it takes to save my father, and you do it now!" Scott poked him in the chest, not really meaning to, but his emotions were taking over his senses. "My mom is pregnant with his child, this is their seventh, and he has to at least live to see him born." Scott's eyes narrowed, "and I don't care what it takes to get him there."

"Take your mom in to see him, and notify your family. I'll have the surgery prepped, and do what I can."

Scott walked back to Emily and took her in his arms, her look was distant, lost. He kissed her on purpose, hoping no one else would see, and she threw herself around him, clinging to him. 

"Mom, they are going to try and stop the bleeding again, but he may not make it. If he does, they say he may be in a coma for long time." He snuggled into her shoulder, leaving a soft trail of his lips to her ear, "I love you, I'm here for you Emily."

"I love you Scott. I need to go see him, take me to see him. He needs to know."

"Yes, he does." Scott held her close for a few more minutes, and stole another kiss from her before they walked down to Eric's enclosed room. 

Emily stood in the doorway for a moment, Scott still holding her around her waist before she walked in and sat down next to the bed. She took Eric's hand and looked at him, he was pale, the respirator pushed him to breathe, and the monitors beeped in a low tone, echoing the stillness of the room. 

Scott stood next to her, watching the machines, swallowing back his tears, thinking about how happy Emily was after the sonogram, and now, how awful she looked sitting there holding his fathers hand. 

Emily ran her hand up his arm and traced the tattoo that bore her nickname, and pulled out her cell phone, turned it on and snapped two photos of it. Scott stepped away and gave her some private time. 

She stood up and put his hand against her belly and held it there for a few moments, then bent over him, kissing his lips, that she found very warm, and snuggling into his shoulder, whispering to him.

"You were right, but you were always right." She left a little peck on his cheek, "We're having twins this time Eric. I think one is yours, and one is Scotts. But it doesn't matter, because I will love them both, and so will you." 

She drew back to look at his motionless form, and eased back to where she was, "Do you remember the night we first made love, how beautiful the moon was? How fun it was on the motorcycle, how wonderful it felt to know that you loved me enough to make love with me under the night sky. I have always loved you Eric, and nothing will ever change that. You have given me a love beyond my dreams, and a life that any woman would be proud to share with you. I love you Eric. I will always love you."

She trailed kisses to his lips, softly kissing their warmth again, and stood, taking a deep breath, running her hand over his shoulder, down his chest, stopping at the tattoo that held hers and Scotts name upon his chest, traced it slowly, and drew away. She turned to Scott and a tiny smile crept across her lips. "Say good-bye to your father son." She kissed Scotts cheek as she left the room.

Scott walked to his dad, not knowing what to do or say. Two weeks ago, they had this conversation about taking care of Emily; and now, he didn't know if he was ever going to see him again? Why did his mother suddenly tell him to say good-bye? Didn't she have any faith in the doctor, or did she know something he didn't?

***

They came to get Eric and wheeled him down to surgery. Emily called home and let everyone know what was going on, and as soon as she knew something, she would let them know. Erica agreed to watch the kids, and pick up Hayden from dance class. Emily thanked her, and asked her to please call Malcolm because she had only gotten his cell phone, and didn't want to leave a message.

Emily and Scott sat in the waiting room. Scott took a few moments to call and check on Emilia, then sat back with his mother. 

Emily stood as the doctor approached her and took her aside, sitting with her, "Mrs. Richmon. I'm afraid that due to your husbands internal injuries, and with this relapse, he may not make it much longer. I have done everything I can to make him comfortable. Now, it's just a waiting game."

She broke down in Scott's arms. She knew there was nothing more that they could do. Before Emily left the hospital, she was allowed to see Eric. Once again, whispered how much she loved him. She promised to care for the babies, and if he did not come home, she would let them know about their father. 

On the drive back to the house, she hardly spoke to Scott. His thoughts were for her, and his family. Was this really going to happen, was he going to have to do as he promised, and take his fathers place in his mothers life? He loved her deeply as a woman, and would do anything in his power to take care of her. But loosing his father, was something that he wasn't sure he could handle. He looked at Emily, and reached over and took her hand, kissing it softly. 

Emily looked at Scott, seeing how much he looked like Eric, and a slight smile creased her lips. 

"You won't have to take your father's place, and I would never expect you too. But I never want you to leave my side. Unless of course, you want to."

"I promised to always take care of you Emily. You are still my mother, but in my heart, you are so much more. You have meant more to me then any woman. I love you, and if you want me at your side, then that is where I will be."