“Though there's no one there to guide you, no one to take your hand. But with faith and understanding, you will journey from boy to man…”


When Marie returned to St. Paul, she was immediately thrust into Halloween. This year, the team was in town and didn’t have a game, so Marco was able to tag along for trick-or-treating. She was pleased to find that Marco had put some thought into their costumes while she was away. Marie dressed up as Anita, Marco dressed as Roger, and Sofia was dolled up in a Dalmatian costume.

From the moment he picked her up from the airport, Marco could feel the difference in Marie already. It may have been small, but it was progress. She was more affectionate with him than she had been in awhile. And that night, they were able to celebrate in each other’s arms.

It was such a great night that Marie never wanted it to end. But it did. Marco left Minnesota again, and Marie was forced with the realization that she had to be strong all by herself again. She didn’t have a choice.

November began with Marie talking to Jess every single day. With their friendship reinvigorated, they found comfort in gossiping about boyfriends and husbands like they used to. When Marco returned home, he got to have another first experience. Over a year ago when Marie was pregnant, he hadn’t been able to attend any of her appointments. He was either on the road or at practice. But this time around, Marie was careful to plan her appointments around his schedule if possible. Today he’d be able to go with her and be told first hand, the sex of their second child.

At the doctor’s office, while Marie sat on the examination table, Marco meandered about the room, exploring the posters on the wall and the biological models on the countertops. He cocked his head to the side, as he read an informational poster about the birthing process. His face remained pretty stoic, but Marie could see his mind reeling.

“Did you know it’s like pushing a lemon out of your nose?” He turned around and pinched his nose, just giving that a little more thought.

“Don’t you feel bad for my vagina now? My threat to kill you when I was having Sofia was serious,”

He moved onto the next poster, coincidentally about the process of an abortion. “I feel like that shouldn’t even be a thing. Man, I’d just rather have them cut my belly open and excavate the thing,”

“It’s not archeology, you don’t excavate.” She had to peel her eyes away from Marco. Over the past couple weeks after she had gotten home from her road trip, Marie was taking strides in getting better for herself and for her family. And watching Marco learn, in great detail, about the procedure she almost had done, almost made her backtrack.

Finally, Marco had enough of that poster and stood in front of Marie and set his hands on her knees. “If I knew it would save you any pain, I’d push a baby out of my penis for you,” he flashed his teeth boyishly.

“That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.” She smiled against his lips and set her hands on his waist, “that should’ve been part of your proposal.”

The door creaked open and the doctor poked her head in, “hi there.” She came in fully and closed the door behind her. “It’s nice to see you again, Marie. You look wonderful. Mr. Scandella, it’s great for you to join us as well. Time off work?”

Marco smiled and moved to sit in the chair at Marie’s side. “Off day. I get to be here with my beautiful wife,”

Marie blushed and looked down at him, offering her hand to him. The doctor smiled and sat down in her own seat, inputting information into her computer. “Never a bad thing. How’s Sofia doing?”

“Well,” Marie choked. She didn’t think she could go in depth about what happened without breaking out.

The doctor seemed to catch on and decided it best to move on. “So we’re just going to get a little look around today, make sure everything’s okay. And with any luck, I should be able to tell you the sex of your baby if you’d like me to…?”

“Yeah, we want to know,”

She smiled as the computer screen turned black, ready to show the ultrasound picture. Marie adjusted her shirt to expose the smallest of baby bumps. The doctor squeezed the cold jelly on Marie’s skin and set the probe on her stomach, moving it in small circles. Marco squeezed Marie’s hand and leaned to kiss her forehead gently. This was all new to him despite already having a kid. For the first time, he’d lay eyes on the baby growing inside Marie.

The screen changed from darkness to a black and white, fuzzy picture. It was hardly anything at all, and had Marco not known to look for a human form, he probably wouldn’t have been able to decipher the picture at all.

“And there’s your baby. Here’s the head,” the doctor pointed to the screen and circled her fingers around the area. “There’s the itty, bitty nose. Tiny, little fingers right here,” she moved her fingers again and adjusted the probe. “So far things look great. There’s a foot,” she pointed and then got a big smile on her face. “And right there,”

Marie flicked her eyes between the doctor’s expression and the place her index finger pointed on the screen. She seemed to pause just to enhance the anticipation already palpable in the room. And Marie squeezed Marco’s hand a little bit tighter.

“Sofia’s going to have baby brother to play with,”

Marco was the first to actually display a reaction. He let out a gasp and set his head down on Marie’s shoulder, burying his face in the curls of her hair. Meanwhile, she was in a state of shock, and only once she caught her bearings, did she react too. Marie brought her hand up and placed it on the back of Marco’s head. She turned and nuzzled him as best she could.

“I’m going to give you two a moment. I’ll have the nurse come in to find his heartbeat on the Doppler. We’ll make sure everything sounds good, and we’ll schedule your next appointment, alright?” The doctor smiled and wiped the excess jelly off Marie’s stomach, “congratulations, you two.”

When she left the room, Marco lifted his head sniffling. Marie grinned at him and brush the tears away from below his eyes. She cupped her hands around his cheeks and pecked his lips quickly. “I loved your father, but I will not name our son Francesco.” She kissed his lips again and moved one of her hands to his hair, twirling it around her fingers.

“Francesco is a strong, strapping name,” he set his hand atop her head. “You know this means we’ll probably have to move. No sense in making an infant and a toddler share a nursery,”

“It also means you’ll have to sell the beast,” she stuck her tongue out at him. “Your Alpha isn’t going to fit two car seats in the back.”

“The beast is staying. We’ll make it work,” he looked down at her stomach and pressed his hand against it gently. “God I can’t believe we’re having a son. Another Scandella boy; looks like Zia Valentina was right,”

The door creaked back open, and this time, the nurse appeared, just as the doctor said he would. Marie figured if anything in this world was meant to be, it was their son. She had given him last rites, and now his birth would mend their family.

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That night at dinner, Marco and Marie were still reeling from their news. Their new baby would be the son Marco always wanted. Unfortunately, Sofia wasn’t as excited about the coming of her baby brother. She protested his existence, as vehemently as possible for a fifteen-month-old person. At the most basic level, the thought of sharing mom and dad probably seemed like the worst situation ever. Her disdain for her baby brother would have to be figured out before he arrived though. Marie couldn’t imagine having to deal with an angry toddler going on a tirade through the house.

“Era un toot?”

Marie looked back into the living room as she finished loading the plates into the dishwasher. Marco was lying on the floor with Sofia on his chest, and now she was giggling as her dad held onto her hands.

“Si tooted su di me!” He smiled as she laughed harder.

“Papà!” She threw her head back, nearly falling over from laughing, and Marco placed his hands on her back to keep her upright.

He sat up and buried his face into her neck kissing her neck over and over as she kept laughing. When he looked back at her, her eyes were tearing up, and he giggled too. Marco looked up as Marie came into the room, “she farted on me.”

Marie chuckled and sat on the couch behind them, “we always said she was the most adorable poop factory ever.”

“Papà!” Sofia screamed again, this time curling her tiny fingers around his shirt. When he looked at her again, she began to speak in her gibberish, and Marco just nodded to her. The only word he caught was her version of the word, “baby”.

Marco nodded, “you’re going to have a baby brother.”

“No!”

“See when a mama and papà love each other very much, they lay down and make a baby together…”

“I’m not entirely sure,” Marie smiled and set her hands on Marco’s shoulders, “but I think she’s a bit young for the birds and the bees talk.” The phone began to ring and Marie tilted Marco’s head back, laying a kiss on his lips before she got up to retrieve it. “Hello?”

“Rob and I are coming to Minnesota for Christmas. I want Marco to meet him. Is that okay?”

She looked back in the living room to glance at her little family. “We haven’t talked about the holidays yet. Marco doesn’t have many days off, though.”

“That’s alright. I figured if Rob could take off some days from work, we’d head out a couple days before Christmas, maybe catch a game, and then leave a couple days after Christmas.”

“I’ll ask, but I make no promises…”

“Hey, how’d your appointment go?”

“We’re having a little man,”

The noise that came from the other end of the line was hard to accept as human. Jess was hollering praise, and Marie waited for her to finish. “You’re going to have a hell-raising hockey boy!”

Marie smiled and leaned against the wall. Marco was now coming to stand in front of her, sans Sofia. After glancing at the clock hanging on the wall, she noticed it was already eight-thirty. Jess kept talking, but Marie barely heard her as Marco was now serving as a distraction.

He grabbed hold of her hips and pulled her into him, grinding against her more like an adolescent than a man in his late twenties. With her free hand, Marie reached around his body and palmed his ass. He grinned and bowed to press his lips to her neck, licking along the form he’d come to memorize.

“Jess…” Marie choked. She knew why Marco was so amped and ready to go, and she didn’t want to miss her opportunity. “Jess, can I call you back?”

She didn’t even wait for a response, just hung up the phone and pushed Marco back against the wall. He hadn’t been expecting it or putting up a fight, so it was rather easy to do. And as he stumbled backwards, Marie closed the gap and tugged on his t-shirt so they could kiss. She was the one who was hasty in undoing his jeans, and allowed them to drop to his ankles with ease.

Marie was the next thing to drop. She got down on her knees and opened her mouth around his briefs, licking along the shape of his shaft. Her eyes were closed, but Marco’s were locked on her. His jaw was hanging as soft moans escaped his throat. He tucked one hand behind her head, cupping it with the slightest of pressure.

“Oh God,” he growled. “The first sign of initiating sex, and you’re on your knees… it’s a beautiful sight.”

She smiled with her mouth full and then sat back, licking her lips hungrily as Marco tucked his fingertips into his shorts, and pushed them down. Marie helped them along to his ankles and cocked her head to the side when she returned her eyes to his member, and found him stroking himself.

“Let me,” she insisted, tugging on his wrist until his hand fell away from his shaft. She daintily spit into her hand and curled it around him. Without hesitation, Marie jerked him off, kissing his hip gently. The closer her mouth got to his dick, the more she felt it throb in her hand. Knowing she could get him this riled up so quickly turned her on, and she shifted momentarily as she felt herself grow wetter.

Finally, she did suck the head of his dick into her mouth. He made her aware of his appreciation by letting out a deep sigh. And when his hand fisted at his side, Marie lifted her hand and intertwined their fingers. They made eye contact and Marco nodded to her, whispering compliments. She rocked her head further down his length and tilted her head to the side, making sure the head of his cock poked against her cheek, showing off the outline to Marco.

“That feels amazing, baby,” he whispered, collecting her hair with his free hand and held it behind her head in a messy ponytail. “I want to fuck you in the ass tonight.” He squeezed her hand, and nudged the back of her head with his other to get her to take him deeper.

Marie looked up at him and batted her eyelashes. Oh this definitely had to do with the fact that he had found out they were having a boy. Marco had that goofy and boyish grin written across his face. In the weeks since that fateful day, they had tried to restore their sex life to its former glory, but to no avail. Either Marco couldn’t stay hard, or Marie couldn’t find it within herself to get aroused. Tonight the tides seemed to be changing.

She pulled her mouth off of him and nodded, chewing on her lip as she stroked him. His grin widened and he urged her to her feet, making the task of spinning her around and bending her over the kitchen counter look like an easy one. Marie rested her head on the cool granite, and spread her legs apart as Marco made quick work of her panties, yanking them off as though they were a hindrance rather than serving any sort of use.

The warmth and slickness of his tongue against her slit nearly made her melt. She praised God for the support of the counter, and offered a breathy moan as Marco spread her ass cheeks apart and buried his face into her center, skillfully lapping his tongue from one entrance and then up to the other. Marie closed her hands in on themselves, hoping for something a little more tactile to hang onto.

She finally settled on the back of Marco’s head, gripping at his hair with everything she had. “Tell me you love eating my pussy,” she turned and placed her forehead on the countertop, sucking in a ragged and unsteady breath.

Marco moaned against her, slipping his tongue between her pussy lips and finally rimming her entrance with the tip of it. “I love eating your pussy,” he hummed savoring her taste.

Her body jerked forward when he lifted his fingers to her clit. She let out a soft giggle, which was then followed up by a lingering groan, “tell me again.”

With his eyes shut, he smiled. He knew she needed the validation that he still loved her. With everything, that faith seemed to have been shaken the most. And of course he still loved her; if he hadn’t, he wouldn’t be here. “I love eating your pussy, baby,” he mumbled and amended, “you taste amazing.”

He kissed her center and then came to his feet. She was already ready to spin around, and the moment she did, he picked her up and carried her off to their bedroom. Once on the bed, Marie spread her legs and planted her feet into the mattress. Marco was already in front of her, circling the head of his dick around her asshole.

“Slow,” she whispered, reaching to set a hand on his thigh.

“You tell me when you’re ready.” He bent over her body with one hand cupping his shaft, and the other curled atop her head.

They looked at each other, and when she nodded, Marco thrust his hips forward gently, until just the head of his cock entered her. Marie let out a sharp cry and arched her back and Marco went in a little deeper. She clutched her hand against his hip, getting him to stop for the moment. Her body writhed beneath him, and as she bit her lower lip, Marco leaned in to kiss her lips slowly.

“Okay,” she whispered, releasing her tight grip on his hip. Now he didn’t go deeper, but just began rocking in and out of her slowly, getting her more loosened up. After Marco let out a deep grunt, Marie moved her hands to the tops of his broad shoulders. “Do you like it?”

“Of course I do. I love it,” he took one of her hands from his shoulder and held it against the bed as he lowered himself deeper. This time he only stopped when he ran out of room and he offered another long sigh.

“I love it when you fuck me in the ass,” Marie shut her eyes and dropped her mouth open when Marco grabbed her hands and held them above her head. When he began thrusting into her faster, her eyebrows furrowed and she nodded, trying to catch her breath. “Give it to me, Marco,”

He obeyed and put everything he had into his thrusts. Each drive made Marie shriek a little louder until Marco readjusted himself. He lay down on his side next to her, wrapping an arm behind her knee to keep her leg up. Like this, she felt every inch of him inside her, and that pleasure was only intensified when his free hand found her clit.

Marie looked up at him, vision blurring from pleasure, and she felt her heart jump when he returned her glance. Her cheeks reddened and she pressed her fingertips into the back of his neck until their lips could touch. She transferred her moans into his mouth, only pulling away to look down at his fingers tapped on her clit and caused her entire body to jerk.

“Where do you want me to come?” Marco asked hurriedly.

She could feel him throbbing wildly inside her and knew it wouldn’t be much longer until he reached his climax. Like clockwork, a couple minutes later, he came in her mouth as they had agreed upon. For Marie, that made for the easiest clean up. But Marco was not completely satisfied. Marie hadn’t gotten her own orgasm, and Marco would be damned if he was selfish enough to not finish her off. He lowered himself and sucked on her clit until she came a few minutes later. Marco smiled as he kissed his way up her body, focusing on her hip and waist as she rode out her orgasm.

When he reached her neck, Marie turned into Marco’s body and wrapped her arms around his torso. She kissed his collarbone and sighed quietly, centering her lips to the indentation at the base of his neck.

He smiled and grabbed her leg, draping it over his hips. For everything that had gone on in the past month, this by far made him the happiest. Lying here with Marie, intimacy restored, and knowing their second child, a boy no less, was on the way was everything Marco thought he ever needed.

Notes

"Son Of Man" by Phil Collins. Another Tarzan song because Tarzan rocks.

ALSO, as story winds down, I hope y'all are still enjoying it!