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Saturday Night, May 30** th ***, 2015.*

Terrence turned and walked back down the hallway. Charlotte's door was shut and the gap under the door was dark, so they were probably good for the evening. Walking past the stairs and the lift, he stepped into his and Julia's bedroom, quietly shutting the door and tugging off his polo shirt. The silver-furred ferret heard the water faucet go quiet, and a second later Julia appeared in the bathroom doorway, just as he finished tugging his belt off. A moment later, his pants and boxers hit the floor. She smiled, stepping away from the door frame and tugging free the belt around her bathrobe, letting it fall to the floor.

Terrence walked over, wrapping his paws around her waist and pulling her into a loving kiss. She practically melted into his embrace, simply holding him for several moments, until he whispered into her ear. "Up for a bit of naughty fun this evening?"

"Mmm...I believe I could spring for some naughty fun. Is Charlotte asleep?"

"As far as I could tell."

"Good," Julia said, pulling away. "I was feeling lonely."

"How could you possibly feel lonely?" Terry asked.

"I don't know. I just do."

"Well, I'll try to help you feel less lonely," he said, swinging her around towards the bed.

Julia fell onto the soft covers with a soft thump, and Terry sat down on it next to her, leaning over and kissing her several times starting with her lips and making his way down her neck to her uppermost pair of nipples. That was where his kisses stopped as he took one into his mouth and gently suckled on it, teasing it with his teeth and mouth. Julia let out a moan, taking hold of the back of his head with one paw, and squeezing the opposite breast with her other paw.

As he flicked the tip of her nipple between his teeth, he set one paw on her belly and slid it down until it was just over her slit, and used his middle finger to gently stroke her clitoris a few times before dipping down to the entrance of her channel. There, he ran it around, feeling the moisture starting to form, and pushed in a centimeter. Just enough to moisten his paw-pad before bringing it back up to her clit, where he continued to slowly rub circles around it.

Julia moaned again, spreading her legs wider. She loved how soft and gentle his paws could be. He knew exactly how quickly to rub her to keep her stimulated without becoming overly sensitive, a gift she cherished at times like this. She started to breath deeply, her chest heaving up and down, Terrence's head bobbing in time with her breath.

Roughly half a minute later, Terrence moved to the breast she was gently massaging, taking that nipple into his mouth just like he had it's twin. Both her paws moved down to her second pair of nipples, gently massaging the smaller but sensitive mammaries there.

Terrence pulled his knees in and sat back on his heels, freeing his last paw and brought it up to massage the breast he had previously attended, even as he continued to suck on it's twin and gently massage his wife's sensitive clitoris.

By the time he'd finished attending to her second breast, Julia was starting to feel the tension fade from her back after a long day of shopping for fabrics for her fashion designs, as well as the...toys...that she had bought. She'd never been so embarrassed in her whole life as when she sat outside the Fantasy store, trying to work up the nerve to go inside, and was actually kind of afraid to show them to her husband. She wasn't quite sure what had possessed her to get the toys in the first place. No, strike that; she knew_exactly_what possessed her to buy those toys: finding the one in Charlotte's undergarment drawer when she'd helped her get dressed that morning.

Terrence brought her out of the slight daze she was in, pulling on her nipple with his teeth until it felt stretched, then letting it pop back into place and leaving a tingle in it that took several seconds to fade. Even as the tingle faded from her nipple, it grew in her loins.

"Feeling less lonely yet?"

"Mmm," she moaned sensually. "Definitely. You have such soft paws."

"The better to please you with, my dear."

Julia almost ruined the moment with laughter as she caught on to his role for the evening. She smiled. She _had_to play along with this one. "And such a talented tongue."

"The better to lick you with, my dear," he said as he leaned down to her second pair of breasts, tugging her paws away and licking one of her nipples there.

Julia moaned again as he continued to drag his soft, damp tongue over her second pair of nipples, the alternating warmth as his tongue ran over them and chill as his saliva evaporated driving her wild with need. She could feel moisture drip from her sex, landing on the fur of her tail before rolling off onto the bed beneath her. She wondered what the next part was. Mouth maybe? Whatever it was, he would roll with it "...and such a clever mouth."

"...the better to _eat_you with, my dear!"

Julia couldn't help but giggle at that one, even as put down his paws and pushed himself off the bed. He stood between her legs and grabbed her hips, tugging her until her hips were hanging off the side.

"Oh know, whatever shall I do?", she asked, laughingly.

"You shouldn't do anything, my dear. That would ruin my meal," he said as he knelt between her legs, leaning forward.

Julia sighed as he kissed her lower lips, then went to work with his talented tongue and clever mouth, using his soft paws to hold her in place. He really _did_have a talented tongue, though honestly, she preferred his _other_appendage filling her up. Still, that would come.

The sigh turned into a moan as he began tracing his tongue around her outer lips, then dragging it between them and her inner lips. Up and around, down and around, in and out...she could feel the tip of his tongue teasing every centimeter of sensitive skin, and it felt_wonderful._

Julia relaxed even further, if such was possible, all her muscles going slack, moaning with every breath she took. Just when she thought she might fall asleep, he stopped, pulling his tongue out from deep within her channel. With one last lap against her clit, he stood.

"Such a delicious meal you make, my dear. I believe I'm full for the moment," he said as he picked up her legs, pushing her back across the duvet and turning her to ensure he had room on the bed for what he planned. "Just like you're going to be in a moment."

God, she thought, such corny lines. It was a good thing she loved him or she'd smack him for making such a dumb pun. Still, she couldn't resist playing along. "Oh no, please don't stuff me and put me in the oven, Mr. Wolf."

"Oh, have no fear, I'll not put _you_in the oven. I might put a bun _in_your oven, though!"

Julia laughed at that, before the impact of what he'd said hit her. A twinge went through her heart, and she bit back a sob. She_desperately_ wanted another child, even a broken one like Elizabeth, before she grew too old to bear. She knew he didn't mean it, but he'd definitely hit a nerve with that one.

Terrence never realized he'd said anything wrong as he crawled back onto the bed with her, laying atop her in the traditional missionary position. She smiled up at him, biting back the pain, as he brought his lips to hers, kissing her deeply, and pressing his tongue against her lips. Even as she opened her mouth, pressing her own to his, he pressed his member against her sex, almost effortlessly sliding into her with how wet she was after his oral attention.

She wondered if she had started to lose her tightness, especially after so many sessions so recently with Elizabeth, with their daughter's newfound fascination in putting practically her entire arm within her mother. Julia clenched her muscles, hearing Terrence groan in response. That brought a real smile to her face; Apparently she hadn't lost her touch, even if she'd lost some inherent tightness. Perhaps she should try some kegel exercises again. Especially if she started using those toys she had bought. They hadn't seemed quite so large in the store, hanging with so many similarly sized ones, but after she'd brought them home, well...they were big.

As Terrence started to thrust his full length into her, she moaned once again, trying to concentrate on keeping herself tight for him. Once he'd gone balls deep, pressing his groin firmly against her own, he pulled back and began pumping his dick in and out of her, his pubic bone bumping against her clit with every stroke, his summer-swollen testicles slapping against her ass.

Julia spread her legs wide as he continued to pump into her, wrapping them around his waist and locking her ankles behind him. It started to become hard to think. The feel of his cock rubbing against her vaginal walls quickly drove the thoughts from her head. She opened her eyes, looking into his face as he continued to pump himself into her. He was grinning. She knew that grin...the one that said he'd won. Shoot...what was the last thing he'd said? Something about ovens....right. "Mmm, it's so big and hot. I feel like I'm burning up." She watched his grin stretched wide. That was what he'd been looking for.

"The better to fuck you with, my dear," he said. Then he started to pound her, driving hard and fast into her, making her breasts, all six of them, to bounce up and down in time with his thrusts.

"Oh, oh, oh!" Julia started crying as the hard bumps against her clit began to drive her wild. This was _just_what she needed right now. A hard, fast fuck. Something to leave her satisfied and sore in the morning.

Julia didn't quite know how long he continued like that, nailing her butt to the bed twice a second. Time started to flow strangely with the speed at which he repeated his motions, the feel of his member rubbing so quickly against her soft inner flesh.

Terrence continued to hammer her as she eventually stopped trying to say something and save her breath, gasping for air. He was starting to feel that heaviness, that tensing in his balls that he knew spelled orgasm. "Mmm, fuck, you feel so good. I'm not going to last much longer, baby."

"Keep going, I'm getting close," she said between gasps. Her hips were starting to ache, and her clit felt like someone was using it like a punching bag. She was definitely going to be sore in the morning. They'd been fucking for well over two minutes now, for all that she didn't know it, and the tingle in her loins was starting to grow.

"Oh, fuck...I'm coming," he said as his hips lost their rhythm, still trying to continue the motion even as he lost control of his muscles, his balls tensing up, his dick pulsing as he began to shoot wad after wad of hot cum all over her insides, painting her with semen that, sadly, would never bring her what she truly wanted at that moment.

"Nooo! I'm so close," she said as she wedged her fingers between their hips and began frantically frigging herself. The liquid warmth spreading through her belly did nothing to get her closer to orgasm.

After a few moments, Terry pulled himself out of her, realizing what he'd done. "Shit. I'm sorry, angel," he said, reaching for her paw to take over from her task of self-stimulation. He pulled back when she slapped the back of his paw with her free one. "Put your finger in me, dangit, I was _so_close."

Terry blinked, then pulled back, kneeling between her legs. His cum was dripping from her hole, spilling down over her ass and tail and onto the bed. Hot as it looked, he knew cum wasn't the best possible lubricant, since it got sticky. He quickly reached over his wife's form to the shelf over the bed and grabbed the tube of coconut oil. Terrence popped the lid off and squirted a large portion over his paw, accidentally using too much, not that it mattered, and tossed it back up on the shelf before quickly rubbing it over his fingers, and knelt back between his wife's legs.

"Hurry, dangit!"

"I am, angel," he said as he put one paw on her hips and extended the middle finger of his other, thrusting it into her clenching vagina. He thrust his finger in and out, trying his best not to rake his claw nails across her flesh, despite their being dull and polished.

"Faster!" she gasped, her paws practically a blur across her clit as she frigged herself raw. With the pounding he'd given her, it was sore and sensitive, more painful than pleasurable, but she was so close.

Terry continued to pump his finger in and out of her, trying to go as quickly as he could, still worried about accidentally injuring her. She wasn't all that tight around him. Perhaps... "Another?"

"Yes!" she gasped, slowing her own fingers down a bit, trying to balance pain with pleasure. For another twenty seconds, she continued to rub herself, before it became too much. "Damnit!" she said, pulling her paws away. Terrence stopped. "No! Keep going. My clit's too sore."

Terrence raised an eyebrow for a split second, but went back to pumping both his middle and index fingers in and out of her sopping wet hole. Slippery coconut oil mixed with cum spread across the base of his fingers as he pushed them all the way to his last knuckle over and over.

"Another!", Julia cried in frustration. She was kneading her uppermost tits, alternating squeezing them and rubbing her finger-pads in circles around them. She moved them down to her middle pair even as Terry raise his eyebrow a second time before adding his ring-finger to the mix, squeezing them together and pushing in and out. He wasn't going as deeply then; her passage was a bit too tight for him to get his fingers all the way into her.

Honestly, Terrence was kind of impressed that she had managed to take three fingers. She didn't feel all _that_loose when he'd been fucking her. Then again, his daughter managed to put her arm to the elbow inside Julia. Perhaps she was more stretchy than he thought. His fingers sawed back and forth, using a bit more strength to get his fingers in to her as deeply as he could. Luckily the lube, along with his earlier deposit, was still sufficient to keep them from pulling on the sensitive skin of her vaginal passage.

"Damn that feels good. Keep that up," Julia said as she finished tending to her middle pair of tits, moving them down to her lowest. She couldn't really grab them, but she could definitely rub them, and rub she did, stroking the nipples, tugging and twisting on them as her husband continued to work his fingers in and out of her cunt. It still wasn't _quite_enough though. "One more. Please."

Terrence blinked. "Are you sure?" he asked worriedly, though he didn't stop.

"Yes. I'll tell you to stop if you need to."

"Oo-kaaay..." he said. If his wife thought she wanted four fingers, than that's what she would get. He pulled his paw all the way out, extending his pinky, and pushed them tightly together. Then he pushed them into his wife once again. This time his fingers _did_tug on her skin as he pushed past the second knuckle. Surprisingly, he made it almost to the third knuckles before her vagina pulled tight around his paw and he could go no further. With that, he began to pump his paw in and out, only a few inches at a time so his paw wouldn't go all the way out; his dick was far longer than his fingers were.

Julia let out a keening noise as he continued to work his paw back and forth, her sensitive insides bunching up around her labia when he pulled out, and dragging her outer labia with it when he pushed his paw back in. It hurt, but in a good way, like stretching a hamstring, and made her insides tingle. She was so fucking CLOSE. "Deeper!"

"Angel, I'm going to tear you open if I try going any deeper!"

With a grunt, Julia pushed herself up on the bed, grabbing her husband's paw and turning it sideways, his thumb up, and pulled at his wrist, trying to get it deeper inside. It hurt, but it was a sharp sting, not like her aching clit, and it still felt stimulating. "There, now push, damnit," she said flopping back onto the bed and bringing one paw to gently rub on her stretched labia, barely touching her clit with her paw.

Terrence was shocked. This was something he'd _never_done to his wife. This was _beyond_perverted...and fuck if it didn't turn him on, just like watching his baby girl fisting Julia. He vaguely recalled wishing that he _could_do this with her and dismissing it as too painful to consider. Still, if she wanted it, who was he to deny her? So he pushed , watching her labia get pulled into her channel as pushed, trying to keep a constant pressure.

Gradually, millimeter by millimeter, Terrence's paw slid into her. Up to the knuckles, past the last set of knuckles...the stretching sensation was painfully good, though the roughness of the fur on the back of his paw, dragging against her labia and vaginal walls was a bit much. "Slower...slower...stop," she directed. He stopped pressing, holding his paw still. It felt like he was trying to fit his paw into a glove two sizes too small. A warm, wet, pulsing glove. Lance Ito would have been proud of his attempt.

"Okay, take it back out. And put some more oil on the back of your paw. A lot of it," she said as she continued to stroke her fingers across her swollen, red labia.

Terrence slowly pulled his paw back out, tugging on the soft skin of her channel, until his knuckles passed through her labia, and his fingers slid out. Her vagina gaped open about an inch, finally closing over the next few seconds . It was...surreal. So was his erection, which had returned with a vengeance.

He reached for the lube once again, squirting a generous portion onto the back of his paw, closing the bottle and returning it before rubbing the paste onto the back of his paw, watching it slowly melt into his fur and rubbing it around. Once done, he knelt back between Julia's thighs. He reached down, glancing back up at her. She nodded, and he pushed his fingers back into her, feeling her slick channel stretch around them, much more easily than when he'd started. It became tight again as he reached his third knuckles, and he rotated his paw again, thumb up, and pushed.

Julia sighed as his paw slid further into her, this time without the rough sensation of his fur against her sensitive flesh. Once again, bit by bit, he slowly made his way inside, Julia moaning as the pain and pleasure mixed together, stimulating her in ways she had never been stimulated before. She was _so_glad her husband had the soft, delicate paws of an office worker.

"More?" he asked. He was an inch from his thumb at this point, as far as he had been last time.

"Mmm, yes." she moaned. "Please."

Terry blinked, then continued to push until his paw was all the way up to his thumb inside of her, barely touching it to the paw she had covering her clit. His cock was throbbing so hard it was bouncing in time with his heartbeat. "Angel, I'm as far in as I can go."

Julia was gasping at the combination of pain and pleasure. It hurt so good, and she felt stretched like she hadn't since Elizabeth was born. "Okay...uhh...push it...slowly...in and out."

Obliging her was certainly no problem, so he pulled his paw out of her, almost to the tips of his fingers. Her pussy tightened gradually as he pulled out, remaining snug all the way, even when he'd pulled his paw all the way out of her. This was so surreal.

Then he pushed it back in once again. The soft squelch of the various fluids within was music to his ears. He couldn't believe that she was taking his paw inside her all the way to the thumb. And on her first time, too. He'd seen a VHS video like this back before he was married, and supposedly it had taken the woman weeks of practice to get to that point, and she was a horse.

"Baby, are you sure you're okay?" he asked as he finally made it all the way to his thumb again.

"God, yes. Just go slow. Actually.....try twisting your paw around, would you? It feels strange. It hurts, but it's good."

"Okay, angel. Just make sure you tell me if it hurts too much."

"I will."

Terrence turned his paw clockwise, then again counterclockwise. She was almost impossibly tight. As he watched, she stroked her taught labia with her fingers, then pulled it back and rapidly flicked her clit, gasping. Suddenly her stomach began clenching, and her legs pulled tight, hugging his hips. He could feel her inner muscles clench around his hand, squeezing him like he was shaking paws with a texas longhorn. Julia began keening as her whole body shook, legs spasming in time with the clenching of her pussy. He couldn't resist...he kept turning his paw within her, trying to draw it out as long as he could. At the same time, his own arousal was threatening to spill over, and he wrapped his other paw around his cock, pumping it a few times. That was all it took.

Terrence's balls clenched and his dick swelled just a tad more, jerking within his paw. Hot semen shot from his tip, flying across Julia's twitching body, landing on her chin and neck. The next few jets landed across her chest, leaving white streaks across all six of her breasts, all the way to her navel. The last shot hit her pubis, dripping down over her pussy and onto the paw he had wedged up inside her.

"Oh God...That was so good," Julia said. "You can pull out now."

"Wow. I'd never have imagined that I could get my paw in you. I was shocking enough when Elizabeth was doing it," he said as he slowly pulled his paw out.

"Mmm...me either. I don't know if I'll be able to do this again," she said, rubbing her hands down her body, smearing his cum into her fur. "Wow. I didn't realize you....um....still had so much in you. Maybe you should have just fucked me twice. Now I'm going to have to take another shower."

"Um...yeah, unless you want that drying into your beautiful white fur. Would you...like some help?"

Julia smiled at him. "Sure."

=^.^=

Sunday, May 31st, 2015

At some point during the night, Raenne awoke with her back complaining, her legs practically afire with pins and needles. That was when she'd discovered that someone had put a blanket around her, and that the bed lay empty. As she closed the bedroom door behind her, hunting for David, she saw that the light was on in Alex's room. It was past midnight at this point, and they should have been asleep long ago. Then again, she _had_mentioned they could play as long as they wanted. She shrugged, deciding to check in on them anyway.

Alex and Lizzy were laying in the bed, sheets barely covering their legs. Lizzy was laying half-atop Alex. From the torn condom package on the nightstand, they'd had sex. She walked the next few steps, checking to see if they'd cleaned up. She sighed. They hadn't. At least they'd used a condom.

She plucked it from where it lay over alex's sheath with a pair of claws and dropped it in the waste basket. Both of them were a total mess. Oh well, they'd discover why it was a good idea to clean up immediately when they had their morning shower...one that she would insist on. She pulled the covers over them.

As she scooped the condom package off the nightstand and into the trash, something caught her eye. She grabbed the package out of the trash.Fuck. She was going to kill him. First though...she snagged the other large-sized condoms from the nightstand and flicked the light off, then took them back to her room, throwing them on the bathroom counter and grabbing her keys and wallet. Ten seconds later, she was in her SUV, driving to the nearest 24 hour pharmacy.

=^.^=

David awoke to the sounds of rapid-fire keystrokes. The white tiger blinked, glancing around. It was barely six in the morning from the clock on the movie player, and someone was in the office/den, using the computer. Rubbing his eyes, he stood up and stumbled over to the door, peering in. Raenne was using the computer. Writing an email, from the looks of it. He yawned, and she immediately minimized the application and turned around. He blinked. That was...suspicious. "Morning', love."

"You forgot to take your condoms with you when you left Alex's room yesterday."

David blinked. She was right; he had. He hated being forgetful. Then the tigress threw something at him, and he fumbled for it, barely catching it before it hit the ground.

"Go wake the kids up, and make sure each of them take one of those. Watch them to make sure they actually swallow it; I don't want to take _any_chances at this point. And make sure they both take a shower. They need it."

His eyes widened when he looked down at the box in his hand: 'Plan B One-Step'. Oh fuck.

=^.^=

On the other side of town, Terrence was woken up by his wife shaking him. He grunted, blinking to clear his eyes. "I'm awake. What?", he asked looking over at his wife. Her face was scrunched up, like she was fighting back tears. "What's wrong?"

"Can you...can you get some of Charlotte's pain killers? Please?"

"Yes, I can," he said, throwing back the covers. "What's wrong?" he asked a second time.

"It feels like someone punched me in the crotch a few dozen times. I think we over-did it last night."

"Okay, hold on dear. I'll get some for you," he said, pecking her on the cheek and jumping off the bed, grabbing a bathrobe out of the bathroom and throwing it on before he pulled the door open and stepped out into the hallway. He barely managed to hold in his snickers until he closed the door after himself. Punching her in the crotch was exactly what he'd done last night.

=^.^=

An hour later, everyone was downstairs eating breakfast. Dishes with french toast with powdered sugar and cinnamon, glasses orange juice, and small bowls of mixed fruit lay scattered around the table. Both the kids were eating slowly, deep in discussion about whether One Republic or One Direction were better. Alex for the former, Lizzy for the latter. Raenne smiled; Alex had _far_better taste in music in her opinion. She and David eventually pitched in, offering alternatives, and soon they were all arguing whether Maroon 5 or Smash Mouth were better, playing sound clips with their phones. Breakfast lasted for well over an hour.

As they finally wrapped breakfast up, finally coming to the conclusion that Smash Mouth was funnier, Raenne asked them to head to the living room while she and David took the dishes into the kitchen. A few moments later, all four of them were sitting around the living room on the wrap-around couch.

"So...A few things. First: David, you're an idiot for forgetting to take your condoms out of Alex's room yesterday. You pull that shit again and I'll be picking up a Henderson tool at the vet supply store."

David winced. "Yes, dear."

"Second: Alex, you're an idiot for not checking what size condom you used last night. You could _both_be pregnant at this very moment because of that. You two were an absolute mess when I found you two last night. That's why David had you two take those pills this morning. You two _did_take them, right?"

Both cubs nodded.

"Good. No more taking risks, or you can't have sex again. Period. You two,both of you, absolutely _have_to make sure Alex is wearing the right condoms _and_clean up afterwards, okay?"

"Yes, mom," the little tigress replied.

"Yes, ma'am," the tiny stoat said.

"Third: Lizzy, you are _not_under any circumstances to have sex with David. Your parents said no, and I'm saying no. So that's it. Period." She waited a second before hammering the point home. "Lizzy, if I find out you two do_anything_else sexual together after this conversation, I'm not letting you come over here again." The little stoat gulped and nodded her head up and down. Raenne turned her head, staring her husband straight in the eye. "David, the same goes for you. If I find out you two do any funny business, I'm going to report you to the police. I'll raise Alex alone if I have to. You are _not_cheating on me again."

David hung his head. "Yes, love. I'm sorry."

"Lizzy? Would you please step outside for a moment?" Raenne asked, pointing at the glass door leading to the backyard. "I want to talk with Alex and David in private for a moment, kay? I'll wave when you can come back in."

Lizzy nodded, standing up and leaving the room, struggling to push the heavy sliding glass door open and closed as she went outside.

After the door was shut, Raenne raised the final topic. "Fourth: If Alex...I've thought long and hard about this....and....if you want to do anything with David and me, I'm not opposed to it. As you said, sex can be just another expression of our love for each other, and I_do_love you. David loves you. I know you love both of us just as much." Raenne paused a moment to take a breath before continuing. David was looking up at her, blinking.

"However, it's still illegal, so we can't tell _anyone_else. Not even Lizzy."

"Yes, mom," Alex replied.

"Regardless, the reasons for those laws are still valid. There are too many risks involved in accidentally having a child with someone related by blood. So, we're not going to do anything until after both you and I are on birth control. We've got an appointment tomorrow afternoon to get your blood work done with Dr. Nez. I'll have him do mine as well, and see what we can do about putting both of us on the pill."

"What pill?" Alex asked, tilting her head.

"Umm...it's a pill that changes the way your menstrual cycle works. Remember what we talked about in the shower yesterday?"

Alex nodded while David rubbed his eyes.

"Well, the pill, or more accurately, birth control pills, contains a synthetic form of female hormones which prevents ovulation, so you won't release an egg each month. That means you can't get pregnant."

"Oh."

"One last thing. Alex, if you're going to have sex with us, we're going to do it together. No having sex with just me or just your father. Period. David and I would be cheating on each other if we did."

Alex nodded. She didn't understand exactly what Mom meant by cheating in this context, but she knew cheating was bad. "Okay, mom."

Raenne stood up. "Anything either of you two want to discuss?"

David slowly shook his head. Raenne felt a twinge of sadness; he looked so miserable. Well, so was she.

"Okay then," she said, walking over to the glass door to let Lizzy back in.

Alex stood as well, grabbing her crutches. As Raenne came back around the couch, she bent down and gave Alex a peck on the cheek. "Love you, kiddo. You two have fun until Lizzy's mom comes to pick her up," she said, sitting down next to David.

Lizzy was saying something about playing more Ori, whatever that was, as Raenne leaned against her husband. She watched the two kids head down the hallway, heading upstairs.

She sighed as David wrapped an arm around her. "Why does life have to be some complicated?" she asked rhetorically, leaning against him.

"I'm sorry, love. For everything," he said, hugging her tightly. He felt so miserable for what he'd done.

Raenne pressed the side of her head against his chest, sick to death of all this drama. "Just promise me you'll never cheat on me again. I don't know if you'd survive if I actually got mad at you."

David glanced down at her. "You weren't mad?"

"No, just irritated. The last time I got mad, I killed nineteen men. That was when I last paid a visit to my father."

David swallowed. He held her tight and kissed the top of her head. "I promise."