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"Honey, I'm home!"

Jacques dropped his things in the entryway to his apartment and rushed inside, eager to see his girl. She entered the living room from the other end, clad in sexy lingerie covering the bare essentials, her body's curves slightly accentuated by the gentle roundness or her belly.

When Rita saw him enter, she faked disappointment.

"You're not Frank!"
"You're not Lucy!" Jacques answered swiftly.

She smiled at him and they kissed.

"To what do I owe the honour of this sexy greeting."
"I was... playing."
"Playing?"
"With myself."
"Naughty girl. Can I join you?"

She leaned in and smelled him.

"You need a shower first."
"Amen to that!"

Rita took his things from him, and Jacques removed his coat and boots.

"How was work?"
"Same old... boss kept yelling at me for no apparent reason."
"oh! that's too bad."
"Don't worry about it. I heard a rumour that he may not be staying on."
"That would be good..."
"Something about his attitude... anyway. Work done. Girlfriend."

He pointed at her. She crossed her arms across her legs.

"And how's my little man?"
"Little girl," corrected Rita. "It's gonna be a girl."
"We don't know that."
"Gut feeling..."

Jacques was slowly undressing to head for the shower. His work was dirty at best.

"What was that thing about Frank?"
"Oh! That! Nothing."
"That's Danielle's boyfriend, right?"
"No, silly. They're not together. Pay attention!"
"She's your friend. How am I supposed to keep track. Anyway, what's with him?"

Rita paused.

"Oh! He's... well, we've been in contact."
"You told me this already."

She blushed.

"Well, I'm trying to help Danielle win him back, and frankly - that's a funny - frankly, he's not making it easy. I'm trying to get him to spill the beans on his feelings for her and so far, no luck."
"Through the e-mail?"
"Yeah!"
"Honey, I told you. E-mails and feelings don't mix..."
"Is that why you never send me love letters?"
"Honey..."
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry."

She got on her knees next to him. He was in his underwear now.

"I'm just a bit moody. I adore Danielle so much... I guess I want her to have what I have."
"Well, she can't have me... if you're not there!"

At first, Jacques laughed, but then he realized the seriousness of his girlfriend's tone.

"I'm sorry. Go on."
"What was the last thing I told you about?"
"You told me Danielle had reconnected with an old friend - a guy she knew from years back, on which she had a crush. You said they'd gotten back together or something..."
"Not together. Just spending time together. They were never an item."
"Because he's older than us."
"Yeap."
"Okay... so you've been chatting with him. Why aren't you just asking him outright?"
"Because that would be too obvious."

With as much patience as she could muster, Rita attempted to explain to Jacques how much of a mess Danille had made by sending the man she loved into the arms of another.

"So you're trying to figure out if this Sandra girl and Frank are an item?"
"Something along those lines."
"Tough call, if you don't want to ask the question openly. But honey, I think... maybe you're overthinking this. He's a guy. He's not that complicated."

Jacques could not hold back a shy laugh. Rita laughed with him this time.

"Maybe."

Jacques got up and finished undressing. Rita watched his naked body and brimmed with desire. But she had already pleased herself several times today - she had other things on her mind.

"You know, we said we might pay a visit to Danielle over the holidays?"
"We did."
"I was wondering something."
"Go ahead."
"I was wondering if we could make it a little more than just a visit..."

At first, Jacques was puzzled, but the light came on in his head.

"You miss her that much?"
"No, silly. Well, it's just that this whole situation has gotten me thinking. I..."

Rita paused, and Jacques moved towards her.

"What is it? Tell me."
"I kinda made up stuff..."
"What?"
"About you... and us..."
"What stuff? To whom? What are you talking about?"

Rita got back up and wanted to walk away.

"We should talk about it when you get out of the shower."
"No, let's talk about it now."

He placed a hand on her shoulder, gently dragging her to the living room, sitting her down on the sofa and sitting beside her.

"Well... it's silly... I wanted to get Frank to open up about his feelings, so I... kinda made up stuff... about you. I mean, half made up."
"Tell me. Come on, I won't get mad. What stuff?"
"I kinda told him that our couple was... well... more open-minded than we currently are."
"We are open-minded... sort of."
"I told him I allow you, because I'm pregnant, to have sex outside of the two of us..."
"Okay... not that big a deal."
"...and I told him you were having sex with other men."

For a moment, Jacques stared at the wall.

"Well... I don't anymore. Not since we decided to stop."
"But I kinda said you still did it."
"Why?"
"I don't know. I was trying to illicit a reaction, provoke him maybe. Get him to confess something on his end."
"It's not that big a lie. I mean... we did have our time before we settled down... before you got pregnant..."
"Are you mad at me?"

Jacques was completely taken aback at the question.

"Noo... why would I be?"
"I don't know. I mean, we talked baby, and I wanted it, and you weren't sure but you said we'd go for it... and then we also decided you know... family above fun... so... I don't know?"
"Are you regretting?"
"Don't make this about me."
"Well, I'm sorry, honey, but it is about you. It's about us."

Rita looked away, but Jacques gently tilted her head back towards him.

"Honey, what do you want? What do you need?"
"This whole situation with Danielle has got me all riled up. I mean, I love you, I adore you, but lately, I've been getting these feelings that... settling down... I'm scared a little."
"You're wondering if you're getting old?"
"Maybe... remember when we first had sex?"
"How could I forget?"
"Do we still have sex like that?"
"Sometimes. Not all the time."
"Remember that time with that other couple at the motel?"
"I do. You want to do that again?"
"No one will touch me..."
"Honey... don't do that to yourself. You are the most beautiful woman in the world... I mean look at you. Look at you."

Rita laughed, even though tears rolled down her cheeks.

"If you say I'm glowing, I'll have to kill you."

She hugged Jacques tightly. Jacques returned with his question.

"Do you want to do anything like the motel?"
"I want... I want Danielle... and Frank... and, I don't know. I want to get out of this house, go crazy. I want to... just go out there, hang out, have fun... have some sex... with you... maybe others, I don't know. I'm stuck in this apartment all day and... I just..."
"You want to see Danielle?"
"I do."
"I'll put you on a bus, and you can go see her for as long as you want."
"Oh! Now's not a good time. She's got exams... but... that trip we planned. Instead of going back home, we could visit her in Sherbrooke."
"We could. Parents aren't going to be happy about it."
"We can still visit them. Just, for a shorter time."
"You know I only have five days off."
"I do... but..."
"...all right. I'll let you do the arrangements."

Jacques got up.

"Time for that shower now."

As he began to walk away, she grabbed his hand.

"Where do you think you're going?"
"umm... shower?"

Rita smiled, pulling him closer, grabbing his dick, which returned to attention.

"Honey, I,m kinda dirty."
"I know you are. So am I..."

She gently kissed his shaft.

"You deserve a treat... for being so understanding."
"I'm really not against it... but could we do it in the shower?"
"Lead on, lover."

They headed into the bathroom. Rita only had one thing on her mind: pleasing her man, the most understanding and loving man she had ever known. And he would not be disappointed.