They treaded up the back stairs to their small apartment, glad they had two bedrooms and two baths; the required number for out of town family."I can't believe you're here," Sam said to Morgan as she led her to the second bedroom through a short hallway. "The bath is just across the hall. Please let me know if you need anything. Elliott's grilling steaks tonight so you have some time to shower, change, freshen up whatever, and then we can talk." Sam started toward the door, but Morgan caught her arm and swung her around, hugging her close. "Thanks for not asking questions, Sam, and for taking me in. I really don't have anywhere else to go."Sam leaned back and searched Morgan's face. You're my family and family help each other through the rough patches. Everything's going to be fine." Sam slowly stepped away and closed the door.When Sam entered the kitchen Elliott asked, "Where did you put that fancy dude's card? I want Mitch to do a background check on him before Morgan meets h
Elliott entered the apartment to an almost-drunk Morgan and a sober Sam, both laughing their asses off. "What's going on? What's so funny?""Nothing really, just reminiscing." Sam said, as she went to get the steaks out of the fridge for him.Morgan still giggled but said, "I can't believe you don't have a Christmas tree. Christmas is the biggest thing in the world to Sam, well, until she met you." Morgan's words were slurred but he was able to understand enough of them to put them together in a sentence. She took another sip of wine."Is it, Sam?" He directed the question to Sam."Well, as a kid, sure. But now, I have a business and a small place. I'm not sure a tree will fit in here." Sam motioned with her hand as she swept it through the air."Come on Sam. You don't change overnight like that." Morgan tried to snap her fingers. Then laughed at herself before she fell onto the couch.Sam and Elliott stared at each other, and Sam shrugged her shoulders."Is the grill ready for
Elliott crushed Sam to his chest. He kissed her lips, and then tongued his way along her neck, around her ear, and then to her collarbone. Sam closed her eyes and concentrated on feeling; the emotion of love so large in her heart. When his thumb and index finger he tweaked a nipple, and she groaned. "Sshhhh, we aren't alone, remember.""But both doors are closed, and my sister has to know we have sex, especially when I throw up early tomorrow morning." Sam giggled. "I don't care who knows now anyway.""Me either." Elliott kissed her lips, as his hand held her breast, his fingers lightly dancing on a nipple.When his hand strayed south, his fingers played with her feminine curls and then her opening, inserting one finger and then two. Sam arched her hips toward his fingers. She wanted more; she wanted him, all of him.He moved to lay between her thighs, ready to enter her. She lifted her hips and he pushed forward. She met him thrust for thrust, in unison and they climaxed simulta
"Not really. We take one day at a time and we take it together. Elliott and I are very close. My business is growing, and it requires a lot of man-hours, as you can imagine. So, I'll soon need to hire more people, which means more scheduling and more paperwork. I've already been invited to put an assortment of my photos in a gallery in New York and I declined.""Why? Don't you want your business to grow?""Of course, but I'd need be in New York at least six months out of the year and leave Elliott here, which isn't going to happen. I simply want to take pictures.""It's tough when you're first starting out but you two will figure it out and do what's best. I'll keep that in mind when I meet with Bernard tonight." Morgan said as she crossed her booted legs. "Do you really like the black dress I bought?""We have so much work to do in only a couple days. Oh, by the way, Elliott and his three best friends since middle school all get together with the families at Rosie's Diner for dinn
Bernard Holland was ten minutes late; Morgan was glad she wasn't waiting in the cold outside like he'd suggested. Morgan stood inside the door of the restaurant where Brian had made reservations. Her pulse quickened with every passing minute. Morgan and Brian dated in high school and were married while they were both in college. She'd only been with one man her entire life, so she had no experience with the dating game. I'll wait another five minutes and that's it. Her muscles tensed and her chest tightened. She crossed her arms on her chest, while she tapped her foot. Morgan seethed, her body tensed, and her palms sweat. Fury filled her to the core. The next five minutes took forever. After checking the time once more, she shook her head, and turned toward the door. Bernard stood in front of her. His hands wrapped around her upper arms; she jerked her arms but couldn't release his hold on her. "I'm so, so sorry, Morgan. I hope you haven't been waiting too long.""I've waited fift
Brian was in the bathroom at Sam and Elliott's when Morgan burst in the door. Her makeup smeared down her cheeks, she blew her nose and sat at the table. "You didn't make this for me, did you?" She asked about Brian's plate.Sam and Elliott both shook their heads. "How was dinner?" Sam asked, pushing her hair off her face."Horrid. I wish I'd never gone.""Why? What happened?""First, he was fifteen minutes late and I was furious and irritated, then he manhandled me, wouldn't let me leave, and made me apologize for being upset with him before he would tell me the three options he has for your work," Morgan said, her lips trembled and tears made new tracks down her cheeks."I don't think you need to expand to another gallery enough to work with a man like that, Sam. No way," Elliott said as he crossed his arms across his chest."I agree but I'd like to hear about other options I may have.""Morgan." Brian said from the hall. "Brian. What are you doing here?""Looking for you.
December 24When Sam and Elliott returned home, a blushing Morgan and Brian ambushed them. They had obviously made up. Morgan hugged Sam, lifting her off the floor and swinging her around. "Hey, that's enough, put her down." Elliott said. "She needs to take it easy."Morgan looked at Elliott and then at Sam. "Where have you two been anyway?""It doesn't really matter," Elliott answered but stared into Sam's eyes. Sam shrugged and nodded her head. "We're having a baby, Morgan. In just five months."Morgan stared at Sam, gazed at Brian and went into a giggle fit.Sam smiled and then grabbed Morgan's arm and said, "What is wrong with you?""My baby sister is having a baby. Can you believe it? You only got married, what, three months ago?""No, it was four months. Apparently, I got pregnant on our honeymoon," Sam said as she snuggled in Elliott's arm. We haven't told anybody yet, so you need to keep your lips sealed."Morgan laughed, her arm about Brian's waist, his around he
Sam laughed and Morgan said, "Maybe we should stay longer, Brian. Maybe Sam's pregnancy will rub off on me. Do you think?" Morgan asked while everyone except Brian laughed."We'll, uh uh, have to discuss this is private first, sweetheart. I didn't know you wanted a baby.""I do now, after seeing the glow on Sam's face but especially how happy they are," Morgan explained."But we were this happy before we got married, before we got pregnant." Sam smiled.Sam stood and started clearing the table. "Oh, Sam. I completely forgot about Bernard and his three options for the gallery," Morgan said as she sat on the couch and patted the seat beside her."Elliott, you come too," Sam said, motioning for him to sit beside her. "What are they?" Sam asked once Sam was seated. Brian sat on a kitchen chair nearby."Okay, the first one, I think is pretty much out, I'm sure. But here it is. He'd prefer you come to New York and attend all the showings representing your work." Both Sam and Elliott