Just a Quickie

What the hell was happening to me, I suddenly felt loving and protective? Why didn't I run out and catch the next train back to town? After all, she'd said she could look after herself and the baby without any help for me so...my God, I loved her.

"We'll have to get married," I said.

"No we won't," she said vehemently, "not until after the baby is born and I can be sure of you."

"But you can be sure of me now."

"No I can't. Men can sometimes be grateful for a good fuck..."

"You shouldn't use language like that; it's not good for the children."

There was a pause, and then we burst out laughing. As our laughter subsided I said the dreaded words.

"I love you."

* * * * * * * *

At first mum was horrified, "how could you and Emma...she's years older than you...and a baby...my God, we'll never live this down..."

But on the other hand dad said, "You'll have to do the honorable thing."

I explained that Emma wouldn't let me, not until, after the baby was born, but of course, I did do the honourable thing eventually, and I did have a wife who could support me financially.

The only problem was that I had to catch that dammed commuter train morning and evening, but we had to move after I'd finished my course because of my work, and we needed a bigger house anyway because we'd had a couple more children.

I must say I struck it lucky. Emma is a good mother and is wonderful in bed. In addition she a dammed good cook, so I seem to have got the lot, but there are not so many quickies these days. We've got plenty of time for longies.