22 comments/ 67646 views/ 9 favorites A Little Faith By: rachlou This story is not about cheating wives or cuckolded husbands. If that's your thing, you may prefer to read something else more titillating. Instead, my story concerns the relationship between two people who love each other, but who are struggling to deal with the cards life has dealt them. * * * Raucous laughter momentarily rose above the bland pop music spewing forth from a radio, interrupting Larry's train of thought. With a scowl, he diverted his attention from the columns of figures on his computer screen and looked through the glass screen that divided his office from the factory floor to see what was causing the hilarity. Marcia and Doreen were huddled together, giggling at some private joke, while young Jimmy leant on his broom, grinning inanely at them. They certainly weren't working. They must have sensed Larry glowering at them for all three looked up rather guiltily. As soon as they clocked Larry's furious expression, the two women jumped back on to their stools and immediately bent over their sewing machines, resuming their façade of diligent employee. Jimmy was less quick to react and for a few seconds he looked puzzled before he too noticed Larry. The lad shuffled on the spot, flustered for a moment, and then he disappeared in the direction of the warehouse, dragging the broom behind him ineffectually. Larry was just debating whether he needed to haul Marcia back into his office for another lecture about her responsibilities as factory floor supervisor, when his desk phone rang shrilly. "Larry Evans," he barked in his usual manner. "I'm not," whispered a soft voice. Larry slumped back into his worn leather chair and listened to her breathing down the telephone line whilst wondering what he could possibly say. It felt like he had run out of words years ago and all that remained was a chasm of silent disappointment slowly driving a wedge between them as each day passed. "Tina I—" "Yeah I know, you're busy and you'll talk about it later." Her bitterness permeated the statement with poisonous bile and Larry winced. "That wasn't what I was going to say," he replied, but the dialling tone buzzing in his ear left him in no doubt that Tina was sinking fast into her customary monthly depression. He replaced the receiver and sat staring at the glass wall again. The women were working in silence now, the scraps of lace and silk destined for lingerie shops and Christmas stockings all over the world, whizzing through their machines at a dizzy rate. Larry silently wondered how many men would be buying some of these delicate camisoles and thongs for their wives because they felt guilty about some misdemeanour. His wife certainly had cupboards full of the damn stuff. In fact, she had more sexy lingerie than any woman could possibly wear. In the beginning, he recalled, Tina had loved being the first woman to try all his new collections—they had both enjoyed her excitement when he came home every few weeks with new designs, the wispy fabric all wrapped up in soft tissue paper. Not now though. The one thing Tina wanted more than anything in the world, he simply couldn't give it to her. Despite all the endless tests and invasive procedures, there wasn't a single medical explanation for the fact that after seven years, she had failed to conceive a longed for child. * * * The factory was silent by the time Larry shut his computer down. It was late. Well past eight o'clock. By rights, Larry should have left two hours ago, but the thought of dealing with Tina's black depression was hardly an incentive for him to rush home. So instead, he had ploughed through the latest orders for Christmas and updated the accounts. It was sad really. The business was doing great and financially they were well cushioned. Four years ago they had moved to a large property in the affluent suburbs of the city. Six bedrooms plus ample living space—far nicer than the cramped council house he had grown up in. But, Larry reflected morosely, money sure didn't make you happy. The room Tina had allocated as a nursery was still empty, taunting him every time he staggered along the landing at 3:00 AM after falling asleep on the sofa nursing a bottle of whiskey. With its pale yellow walls and plush cream carpet, the room continued to remain barren and lifeless—just like his wife's womb. As each hollow day passed, his faith that they would one day be blessed with a child, slowly faded. With Christmas just a few weeks away now, Larry could hardly bring himself to contemplate the impending celebrations. It promised to be another miserable affair in a never-ending catalogue of depressing Christmases. Hope had long since been absent from his world and he saw no reason to believe that anything might change this year. He flicked the light off in his office and walked slowly across the factory floor, holding his laptop bag in one hand. A lone sprig of mistletoe caught his eye as he passed the dark staffroom. Suspended by a thread of silver cord above the staffroom door, the mistletoe swung in solitary splendour. It was the only piece of festive decoration in the entire building as Larry had even banned Christmas cards this year. "Health and Safety legislation as per Fire Safety Guidance," he had told Marcia, safe in the knowledge that she lacked the intelligence to check his assertions. "It's a fire hazard having unnecessary flammable material lying around." Marcia had stared at him in disbelief. "You are joking?" she asked in a rare show of spirit, her cheeks fiery pink in the harsh fluorescent light. "No, Marcia, do I look like I'm joking?" Larry knew he was being utterly absurd, but he needed no more reminders that the season of goodwill was about to drop on his head like a guillotine. "It's just that..." Marcia's halfhearted protest ground to a sudden premature halt. "Okay, I'll tell the girls," she said in a lack lustre voice, her wilting shoulders telling him that she hated being the bearer of such miserable tidings. Larry allowed an evil smile to flutter across his face as she left his office. He knew exactly what they all thought of him, but he didn't give a damn any more. At the end of the day he employed them and if they didn't like the way he ran his factory, they could always look for jobs elsewhere. There were plenty of immigrants out there happy to work for the minimum wage. Eying the defiant sprig of mistletoe, Larry was tempted to rip it down. But as he stared at it balefully, something stopped him. The waxy green leaves and white berries reminded him of another time and place long ago. Tina's hair had been long then; wild, dirty blond curls that cascaded down her slim back as she gazed at him with her emerald green eyes. Although he had known her for a few months, Larry hadn't had the guts to tell her how he felt. She was way out of his league, or so he thought. A few drinks down his neck at some party or other had finally instilled a little much needed courage and high on Christmas spirit, he had cornered her in the kitchen. He held the pathetic sprig of half dead mistletoe that he had pinched from the garland hanging in his host's hallway, and smiled hopefully. "Was there something you wanted?" She looked at the mistletoe and then at him with one raised eyebrow. He almost lost his nerve before she broke into a smile, a coquettish grin that made her eyes dance as hope bloomed inside his heart. "I was hoping you might allow me the honour of a Christmas kiss." Larry heard the words tumble out of his mouth and mentally kicked himself for sounding like the simpering hero in a bloody romance novel. Christ, now she would think he was a pompous idiot! "Why, Mr Evans, I might just allow that to happen," she replied with a trace of irony. Even before the realisation hit that she was not averse to the idea of a kiss, Larry felt her soft lips touch his—and almost fainted. She tasted of chocolate and wine: a dreamy and thoroughly intoxicating combination. As her slim body pressed firmly against him, Larry pulled her into his arms and fell completely and instantaneously, in love. * * * Rain lashed the streets as Larry steered his BMW out on to the bypass. As the wipers swished hypnotically, his stomach clenched at the thought of what he was going home to. Tina had been so certain this month. Not wanting to tempt fate, he had persuaded her to wait a few days before taking a test. Just to be sure, he had said. When he had left for work that morning, she had promised to call him as soon as she had been into town and bought a test. Although he hadn't really wanted to believe that the unthinkable might have finally happened, part of him had been dragged along on her runaway train of hope and optimism. If he felt crushed yet again, god only knew how Tina was feeling. As he turned off the bypass towards their village, a small caravan in the lay-by caught his eye. A small hand painted wooden sign proclaimed flowers were for sale and on impulse he swerved into the parking area. Light streamed out of the caravan windows and for a moment Larry wondered why on earth he was stopping. Despite the buckets of blooms arranged around in the area, it seemed unlikely that the vendor would still be taking money at such a late hour. More likely he or she was half way through a crate of beer. His powerful headlights lit up a dazzling array of beautiful flowers. Knowing how much Tina loved flowers Larry pushed any lingering doubts to one side and climbed out of his climate controlled car, straight into a biting December wind. He shivered despite the wool coat he had had the foresight to grab as he took the few steps towards the ramshackle caravan door. Before he had lifted his hand to knock, the door opened and a wizened old woman appeared. Her stringy grey hair was tucked into a cotton scarf and her woollen jumper had clearly seen better days. When she smiled at him toothlessly, Larry felt a sudden tingle shoot down his spine. For a few seconds they stared at each other while a television warbled away in the background. Larry felt like the old woman could see right into his soul. Her black eyes bored into his with an intensity that scared the crap out of him. For a scary moment he thought he saw something else in her eyes, something he didn't quite understand, but then the feeling passed and he became aware of the rain beginning to run down the back of his neck and he shivered. "Can I buy some flowers?" It was almost a plea. "She likes roses." How on earth could she know this? "Erm...yeah, roses would be great." The first bunch of flowers he had ever given her had been pale pink roses. She had kept them for ages, carefully drying them until their papery petals had faded to a dusky fuchsia colour and their fragrant scent was but a distant memory. "Follow me," the old woman rasped. She gathered up her ragged skirt and stepped out into the pouring rain, seemingly unfazed by the weather. Larry followed her around the side of the caravan, curious despite the sense of disquiet that lingered on. "She'll love these." A bunch of roses was thrust into his hands, their stems tied together with some twine. Even in the harsh light from his car Larry could see that they were a perfect shade of pale pink. "They're lovely," he marvelled. The old woman smiled again. Then she abruptly took hold of his arm. "Don't give up hope," she told him in a soft voice. "Have faith." * * * Larry drove the last few miles home in a daze. The roses lay on the seat beside him, their delicate petals encrusted with jewel like raindrops and the car was filled with a scent that was almost overpowering in its intensity. The old woman's words continued to reverberate through Larry's head like a ghostly echo. None of it made any sense. How could an old gypsy woman know anything about him? He had never clapped eyes on her before, and he certainly couldn't recall seeing her caravan in that lay-by before tonight. As he pulled into the block paved driveway and surveyed his home, he smiled. Maybe it was all wishful thinking, but he did actually feel a little more positive about the future after the strange encounter. Christmas was a few short weeks away—it wasn't too late to book a holiday for them both. The factory was traditionally closed for a week over the Christmas period and he could definitely see the attraction of a week in the sun. Maybe some time away from the stress would help them to gain a little perspective. After all, couples with kids couldn't take last minute holidays on their own. Maybe it was time they both accepted that kids weren't going to happen and enjoy their freedom instead. The house was silent when Larry walked into the hall with the bunch of roses in his hand dripping all over the tiled floor. "Tina?" He listened, but there was no reply. Pulling his wet coat off and hanging it over the banister, Larry headed into the kitchen to find a vase. The oven wasn't on which suggested he had no dinner to look forward to, but strangely he didn't care for once. He wasn't hungry anyway. He placed the blooms in the crystal vase and on impulse, pulled one stem free and carried it through to the living room. After checking the answer-phone, Larry headed upstairs still holding the solitary rose. * * * The bathroom was filled with steam when he carefully pushed the door open. A thick towel had been thrown on the floor and Tina was lying in the huge bathtub, her streaked blonde hair piled high on top of her head and the pink tips of her breasts peeking through the scented bubbles. Larry leaned against the door frame and wondered what to say. In the end he said nothing. He just padded across the tiled floor and sat down on the edge of the tub. Tina opened her eyes. Silently he handed her the rose and she reached out and took it, inhaling its scent deeply. "It's beautiful," she murmured before placing it on the edge of the bath. "It's been a long time since..." "Too long," Larry admitted ruefully. She was right, of course. In the last few years, the romance had been allowed to fade from their relationship. They were both at fault. "I'm sorry about...you know." His head drooped and he watched the water droplets trickle down the tiled wall. "Maybe we should just forget it." He looked up and she was watching him, her expression neutral. "I've been thinking," she said levelly. "I have to accept that maybe having kids is just not meant to be. I don't want to lose what we have and if things go on like they have been, we'll end up another divorce statistic within a year." She was right. He was just relieved that she had said aloud what he had been thinking "We could go away over Christmas," he ventured cautiously. "Just the two of us. Somewhere hot and relaxing." Tina nodded. "Sounds nice," she smiled. Then her smile faded like a cloud crossing the sun. "I just wish..." A single solitary tear slid down her damp cheek, plopping into the water. "I know, I know." Larry reached over the edge of the tub and grasped his wife's hand. Her skin felt cool despite the steam still gently rising from the cloudy water. "Come on," he said, "let's get you out before you go all wrinkly." She sat up and he grabbed the towel and wrapped it around her slim body. Lifting her up, he carried her easily into their cavernous bedroom before depositing her on the bed. "Have I told you lately that I love you?" Larry lay beside her on the bed and pushed a damp strand of hair away from her eyes. She shook her head. "I do love you," he said, "and I want you to be happy." Seeing her so sad and defeated all the time was killing him slowly. "I know you do," she whispered softly. Her green eyes implored him silently and forgetting he was hungry, sudden unexpected desire took hold of him. It had been a long time since they had made love for the hell of it. Somewhere along the line it had become a chore—another box to tick on a sheet. The more boxes they ticked, the higher their chances of conceiving. Larry sometimes felt he had been turned into a machine: a fucking machine. The towel had slid down her body until the tips of her breasts were showing. Holding her gaze, Larry stroked the damp skin revealed until he felt her shiver with pleasure. Her body curved into his, pressing against him invitingly. "Love me now," Tina whispered. "I need you." Larry lowered his head and kissed her, feeling her trembling beneath him as he continued to push the towel away from her soft skin. She felt like velvet; soft and supple. Each delicious part of her body was achingly familiar, but Larry derived exquisite satisfaction from exploring her anew. He could barely recall the last time they had really enjoyed the simple act of giving each other pleasure. Now, lying on their bed, he was reminded of the first time he had made love to Tina. It had taken him weeks to progress to the point where he had felt able to finally cross the line with her. He had wanted her so badly, but he had been terrified of ruining things by pushing her too soon. His resolve had finally broken on Valentines Day following the fateful Christmas party. Apparently he hadn't been the only frustrated one... She had invited him to her flat with the offer of a home-cooked meal. When he had arrived, nervously clutching a bunch of pink roses, Tina had answered the door dressed in a provocative silky negligee. They never did eat the casserole she had prepared. It was exhumed—black and crispy—from the oven the following morning when they finally emerged from the bedroom, blissfully happy and very sated. Larry smiled as he remembered the heady desire of their first torrid encounter. Even now, after all these years, she still had the same giddy effect on him. His cock was as hard now as it had ever been and he wanted her just as badly as he had back then. He shrugged his shirt off, needing to feel skin against bare skin. The towel had slid to one side as her legs entwined around him and he could smell the scent of her arousal mixed with the faint perfume from her bath oil. Sliding a hand between her legs, Larry sucked in a sharp breath at how wet and ready she was. She moaned softly against his neck as he dipped inside her. Forcing himself to slow down, he deliberately removed his hand and began to kiss her again. She arched against him, wordlessly telling him what she wanted, but he refused to listen. Instead, he found her breasts with his mouth and took one swollen nipple between his lips, sucking gently. "Oh yes," she moaned as he tormented her, knowing how much she enjoyed this. Her body writhed against his in ever increasing movements as he continued to play with her sensitive breasts. She clutched at him, trying to unfasten his trousers, but with a groan of frustration, she gave up after a few fruitless moments. "You're out of practice," he laughed as he raised his head and she smiled ruefully. Feeling her hot gaze on him, Larry jumped up and removed the rest of his clothes before dropping back down on the bed and spreading his wife's legs. Just the sight of her glistening pussy was almost enough to make him come, but he counted to ten and ignored the throbbing need. She tasted divine: her own unique flavour mixed with the barest hint of perfume. The shuddering of her thighs told him how close she was to her climax, but he continued to tease and tantalise her with his tongue, deliberately avoiding the place she wanted him to touch. Eventually, she pushed her own fingers down, trying to finish what he had started. "Oh no," he said as he lifted his face. "Be patient!" Larry moved up the bed and hovered over her body. For a long moment he stared into her eyes and drank in her flushed cheeks and dilated pupils. God he loved her so much. The thought of losing her made his stomach clench with agonising pain. They had to move past this place of disappointment and despair. While they still had each other they had hope. A Little Faith Feeling his wife's pelvis rock up invitingly, Larry positioned himself and slid inside her in a single slick movement. She was so wet he was fully sheathed in a second. The heat of her body wrapped around his cock like a glove was intensely pleasurable. For a few long moments he hardly dared to move for fear of coming too soon. But she reached up and pulled him down for a deep kiss, wrapping her legs around his waist as she did so. Slowly they began to move together, their rhythm one of sweet familiarity borne of love. When Larry felt her begin to climax, he thrust harder, wanting, needing to join her in her moment of bliss. As he came, he stared into Tina's eyes and felt the bonds that held them together strengthen immeasurably. It was as if they had renewed their marriage vows with this act of love. Finally it was over, the aftershocks fading like ripples on a pond. They lay together on the crumpled sheets, entwined tightly. As Larry closed his eyes sleepily the picture of a rose bud entered his head, its dewy petals beginning to unfurl. He fell into blackness as a sense of deep calm enveloped him. * * * Larry dropped the plane tickets on the table and grinned. "Pack your bags honey—we're flying out tomorrow morning for two weeks in the sun." Tina looked up from her newspaper in surprise. "What about the factory?" "I've given the staff four extra day's holiday after New Year." Marcia had nearly had a heart attack when he explained that yes, the extra time off was going to be paid. "But...but...are you okay?" Larry had scowled momentarily. For god's sake, couldn't the stupid woman just accept the extra holiday and be pleased like everybody else? Valiantly fighting his impulse to scream at her, he took a deep breath and forced a smile. "Yes, Marcia, I'm fine. I just want to treat my lovely wife to a holiday she richly deserves." Marcia relaxed and twisted the cheap ring around on the fourth finger of her left hand. "Aw that's sweet, Mr Evans." Then she sighed heavily and stared into space. "I wish Kevin would do something nice for me, like." Having met Kevin once when he had turned up, drunk, to meet Marcia after work, Larry felt that Marcia had more chance of being abducted by aliens, but he decided not to voice his suspicions. "Have a lovely Christmas, Marcia, and I'll see you when I get back from my holiday." "Thanks, Mr Evans." Marcia left his office and Larry saw the rest of the girls descend on her immediately, but for once he didn't yell at them for slacking in their work. Instead, he sat down and thought about how wonderful the holiday was going to be and how much better things were between him and Tina lately. "Where are we going?" While he had been daydreaming, Tina had picked the tickets up and was just about to open the envelope. Larry realised just in time and snatched them off her. "It's a surprise!" he laughed. "Just pack a few bikinis. You won't need much else..." He winked lewdly and she burst out laughing. "Sounds good to me," she grinned. Still chuckling, she stood, and then grimaced slightly before rubbing her belly. "What's up?" Larry asked with sudden alarm. "Not sure," she said with a puzzled expression. "I've been feeling odd all week." "Do you need to go to the doctors?" "No, I'm not ill, I just feel...strange." She shrugged dismissively and wandered across the kitchen towards the kettle. "I'm sure it's nothing that two weeks lying in the sun won't cure." Larry frowned as she pottered around emptying the dishwasher. He hoped she was right. * * * Soft music played while beyond the terrace the lanterns strung in the gently swaying palm trees twinkled like stars. Larry sipped his colourful cocktail and watched Tina's face as she sampled her dessert. "Nice?" "Mmm," she agreed eventually. She carefully dabbed a spot of chocolate from the edge of her lips and Larry grinned. "Just as well I booked an all-inclusive resort," he commented. "You've eaten like a horse all week!" "I know..." She laughed ruefully. "Must be the sea air giving me an appetite. I've certainly put on weight." Larry touched her hand. "You look beautiful, darling." And he meant it. She was positively glowing this evening: her skin was a golden bronze colour and her hair had turned white blonde in the sun. She had never looked as sexy as she did now. He had to drag his eyes away from her quickly when he realised he was getting hard. It was like being a teenager all over again. She only had to touch him and he wanted her. They had spent many long, languorous hours making love since their arrival last week. During the hottest part of the day, their unspoken routine was to retreat into the relative coolness of their air conditioned bungalow and make love before sleeping for an lazy hour. It was like being in paradise. Larry just wished they could stay forever. "You okay?" When he finally dragged his thoughts away from images of Tina naked on the bed, Larry saw that she had turned pale beneath her tan. "I'm just going to the ladies," she muttered with a frown. Dropping her napkin on the table she stood shakily. Larry was about to say something when Tina began to fall towards him. He reacted without conscious thought and he managed to catch her limp body in his arms before she hit the edge of the table. Total panic assailed him as he dropped down on to the floor with Tina in his arms. Other guests had noticed and he was vaguely aware of murmurs and activity before two members of staff appeared at his side. "My wife is sick," he heard himself say in a calm voice while inside every single possibility raced through his head. What was wrong with her? Tina had to be okay. He couldn't bear the thought of losing her now. He loved her too damned much. * * * "Mr Evans?" Larry looked up from the magazine he had been pretending to read for the last hour. The smell of antiseptic was making him feel nauseous, but he ignored the queasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. "Is my wife going to be okay?" His voice wavered and his knuckles turned white as he gripped the edge of the hard plastic chair, hoping against hope that the news wasn't bad. "You're wife is going to be fine, Mr Evans. She just fainted—nothing to worry about at all." The doctor smiled cheerfully. "In fact," he continued, "it's fairly common in the early stages of pregnancy." Larry heard the words and thought for a moment he was dreaming. "She's pregnant?" "Oh yes, Mr Evans, you're wife is about eight weeks pregnant." "But she took a test and it was negative?" Larry was struggling to comprehend how this was possible. The doctor shrugged. "Sometimes these things happen. Tests can give false negatives in the early stages, but I can assure you your wife is most definitely pregnant. Congratulations, Mr Evans!" Larry felt like he had won the lottery as the tall man beamed at him. "Oh yes," he added, "And Happy New Year!" The doctor strode off down the corridor and Larry was left grinning like an idiot. The sound of fireworks outside signalled the beginning of another year and for the first time in a long time, Larry felt giddy hope lift him up as high as the trails of fire that blazed across the night sky.