40 + 44 with Chris Beck 💛
There was movement next to you, a stirring that generally equated to either an animal or a small child wriggling into your bed early in the morning and finding a comfortable space between you and your husband, Chris.
Lazy weekend mornings often required having your son, Avery, or one of the two lazy dogs that you owned, curl up alongside you and rest under the soft sunrise.
Groaning softly, you rolled over in your space in the bed, feeling over to find either a tuft of soft hair or a handful of silky fur in your hands. Instead, there was the starchy linen of the duvet and a newly empty space where your husband had recently been sleeping.
You cracked open one eye, glancing around the room. Chris, dressed in a NASA sweatshirt and some sweat pants, was gently applying moisturiser to his face, glaring at his reflection in the vanity mirror where you spent many an hour applying make-up.
Rolling over in the duvet, you mustered the energy to lift your head and stare at him.
‘Hey. You were naked ten minutes ago.’
Chris smirked, running a hand through his unruly mop of dark hair. He smiled crookedly at the sight of you still half asleep and curled up in the large bed you shared.
‘So I’m aware.’
Lazily, your hand reached for the alarm clock on the bedside table. It had barely gone seven, still essentially the night time as far as your weekend plans were concerned. With narrow eyes, you glared up at Chris, pretending for a moment to be angry with him.
‘Why are you up so early?’
‘By my calculations, our son is due in any minute. And I’d rather not traumatize him this early.’
You let out a half chuckle, burying your face into the pillow once again.
Chris took another long, lingering look at you, reminding himself for the billionth time just how lucky he truly was. He’d popped the question almost as soon as his expedition from Mars had ended, and now the pair of you inhabited a large country home just outside of Boston.
Close enough to the city that you could still get around, but far enough away that you felt as though you could still maintain a piece of your sanity.
You felt Chris slide back into bed after a moment and pull you close to him, his toned arms wrapping around your middle. Consciously, you sucked it in, aware that some of the baby weight was still lingering.
He pressed a kiss to your shoulder, relishing in the feeling of getting to hold his wife close to him whenever he wanted. You hummed gently.
‘And to you too,’ Chris said with a soft, husky chuckle, pressing a series of soft butterfly kisses along the nape of your neck and ending at your temple.
A shiver ran down your spine. His warm palms slipped under the fabric of your t-shirt, slowly tracing the skin of your stomach. Gingerly, they crawled their way up until they were cupping your loose breasts, massaging the plump flesh in his palms. You couldn’t help but allow a shaky moan slip from your lips.
After a moment, however, you reminded yourself that you were no longer in college and casual gropings in the early morning could very easily be interrupted by impressionable minds. Reluctantly, you pushed Chris’s hands away from your body.
‘Have you lost your damn mind? What if Avery comes in?’
As if on cue, you could hear the sound of footsteps padding down towards the bedroom and, after a few moments, the familiar creak of the bedroom door opening. Your side was the closest to the door, and with a quick peek, you could see Avery’s tiny round face poking inside.
He looked almost identical to his father. A soft mane of shaggy dark hair that stuck up in a hundred different places and the smile that brightened a room. He was a soft, sensitive little boy who still clamored for a cuddle with his Mama whenever things didn’t look so good.
Much like both his father and mother, he was quiet and studious, carefully drawing and reading during his spare time. Fascinated by space, Chris consistently brought him home souvenirs from NASA and decorated his room with glow-in-the-dark stars, that he promised would protect him at night.
‘Hey baby. You wanna come cuddle with us?’
Avery’s face lit up like the skyline of New York as his tiny feet padded across the floor again and he scrambled up, clutching the sheets. You leaned over and lifted him up, settling him into your lap.
The little boy curled up against your warm body, clutching a handful of his shirt as a reminder that you were right there. Chris leaned over and pressed a kiss to the little boy’s hair. With a soft smile, you began to run your hand over Avery’s hair, soothing him back into sleep.
‘So, buddy- what do you want to do today?’ Chris asked sleepily, rolling onto his side so he could smile at his son.
There was always a sparkle in his eye whenever he and Avery had a conversation. Like he couldn’t quite believe that this was his son.
‘Can we do painting?’
A look was exchanged between the pair of you. Chris ruffled his hair.
‘We can definitely try. It might just have to be outside.’
That seemed to satisfy the little boy, who curled up tighter into your chest and held his plush bear close. Your heart felt as thought it might burst out of your chest with a sudden love for the child in your arms. You adored him.
Chris pressed a kiss to your forehead and you sunk back against him in the bed, warm, content and- finally- happy.