# 87 - Jeans
Hearing him coughing,
He mumbled a response that he was fine. He turned off the television and headed back to the bedroom to change in to a new shirt and tie.
Already wearing her coat, Jessica came in to check on him. "George?"
"Ah, yes, just fine. Coffee must have gone down the wrong way."
Jessica patted him on his back. "Okay then. What time will you be home tonight?"
"Sounds like a good plan," she said with a wink. She reached up and kissed him. "Well, I'm off. Have a good day."
"Aye, you have a good day too. I love you."
"And I love you, too," she responded, giving him a smile and patting his face.
After changing into a pair of
Deciding that it was definitely a possibility, he logged off
the internet and sat back in the chair, letting his thoughts wander to
"what if". He couldn't imagine
being a father at this point in his life.
On the other hand, it would be amazing to have a child with
The sound of the door opening jolted him out of his day
dreaming. He strolled into the living
room to find
"Hello, love," he said, taking her into his arms and kissing her fully on her lips.
"Mmmm, now that's what I call a welcome. You look comfortable," she said, noting that he was wearing jeans. Mmmm, he looks fine in those jeans, she thought to herself with an inward smile. "What are you doing home so early?"
"I had a headache earlier and decided it was useless to fight it in the office."
"Oh no, feeling better now?" she asked taking him by the hand and leading him to the sofa.
He sank down on the sofa, pulling her with him. "I'm feeling much better now."
"Good. That's what I like to hear."
"Mmmmhmmm," she said. She turned her head and began planting kisses on his neck. She worked her away around to his face and finally met his mouth with hers. She slipped her hands underneath George's t-shirt and ran her hands lightly up and down his bare back. "George, let's go in the other room," she suggested with a whisper in his ear.
"Wait? Are you sure?" she said with a little laugh, kicking off her shoes and then pulling him down with her as she lay back on the sofa.
"I think there's something that we should talk about."
Feeling confused at his unusual behavior, she too sat up and asked "Is everything okay?"
"Yes, but..." he said. After hesitating, he cleared his throat and continued, "Do you remember this morning when I choked?"
"Yes. You said you were fine. Are you okay?" she asked.
"Oh, yes, yes, quite fine," he responded. He hesitated again.
"Well?" she asked, placing her hand on his face and prompting him.
"Well, um, on the news this morning there was a segment about becoming a mother after age 50."
"And?" she asked, quickly withdrawing her hand from his face.
"Well, uh, are we okay?"
"Are we okay?
"I mean, is it a possibility for us?" he asked.
She sat back and looked at him with wide eyes, unable to formulate a response.
As she felt tears beginning to sting her eyes, she looked down
and sat quietly for a long moment.
Finally she pulled her hand out of his and got up from the sofa.
"Jess, are you alright?"
She opened the door to face him. He pulled her into his arms and murmured,
He led her to sit beside him on the bed, put his hand gently under her chin and raised her face so that her gaze met his. Reaching over to the nightstand, he grabbed a tissue for her. "Darling, dry those pretty eyes," he said, wiping her face gently with the tissue and kissing her forehead softly.
"Sorry for what? It was me who was overcome with a silly daydream," he said, shaking his head from side to side.
"Shhhh, it's okay. You don't have to say anything."
"No, I want to tell you.
I wanted children more than anything.
"Did you ever see a doctor?"
"Yes, of course. I
went to more than one specialist. It
was very stressful but I was determined.
All the while, I was getting older and it was becoming more and more impossible.
"Yes, he is. And it
wasn't long after that when we lost
She looked up at him.
"I'm glad you told me. You would have made an amazing mother, Jess," he said, and added, "Actually, you are an amazing mother to Grady."
"Thank you. You
would make an amazing father,
"Thanks," he said, leaning forward and kissing her lightly on her lips.
"Did you and
"Aye. We were just starting to try when she was killed."
"Aye, well. I'm not a fatalist, but I guess everything happens for a reason."
"I agree with you on that,
"So, we're okay?"
"We're more than okay,"
"So, uh, Jess, we don't need to worry either way?"
"Not a bit. Let's
just say that ship has sailed, shall we?"
"Right, I understand. So age does have some advantages after all?"
"You can say that again. Now, before everything became so serious, I was thinking to myself that I had two options."
She unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor and then began unbuttoning her blouse as she walked to her closet. She pulled out a pair of jeans and said, "Well, I was thinking that I could either slip into these jeans...or..."
"Yes?" he asked with raised eyebrows and a grin, taking in the site of her standing before him in nothing but her lacy lingerie.
"Or, I could help you out of your jeans," she said, crossing the floor back to where he stood.
He laughed and scooped her up into his arms, "Definitely, option number two!"