When the Kids are Sleeping

*Naughtiness included.*

*Bradley's POV

"How far along are you?", I ask. You'd think the first thing I'd say is that I'm sorry, but nope.

"I um..three months.", she puts down whatever was in her hands and takes off her glasses. "Come here. We need to have a talk."

"I-I know. I just..momma, you and dad don't ever pay attention to me! You never just sit down and ask me how my day went or how-"

"Honey, I always ask you how your day is. I always try to talk to you."

"But are you actually listening? You're doing a million things at one time, all the time, and you don't have time to listen!", she pats on the bed, inviting me to sit with her, so I do. "I just don't get it."

"Get what?"

"How you love me so much even though you have your own baby now.", I answer honestly. "I mean, two babies. I don't know..I guess I was just secretly expecting you to give up on me after Alex was born and then you and dad became so busy, it just kind of felt that way. I'm really sorry."

"Hey, come here.", she hugs me and plays with my hair. "Dad and I would never give up on you! Do you understand me?"

"Yes, ma'am. I'm really sorry that I said that-I'm sorry, momma and I'm really glad that you're pregnant, I am, just..don't forget about me. Please."

"Honey, that's not going to happen, okay?", I nod my head just as dad walks in. "Why don't you go ahead and try to get some sleep, alright?", she kisses the top of my head and I get up, passing my dad and Alex.

*Nobody's POV

"You two..?"

"Yeah. We're good.", Olivia pauses and goes into instant 'mommy mode'. "Why isn't my baby boy in bed, huh? Why aren't you sleepin'?", she takes him in her arms and sits him on her lap. "You know..I've started producing breast milk."

"Trust me, I'm aware.", Nick lays down next to her. "So, what're you saying? You wanna start again?"

"I do!", she plants a kiss on Alex's lips, earning a laugh from the small child. "Nick, I miss it. I miss that bond, you know?"

"Then do it! If that's what you want to do, go for it.", before they knew it, Alex was asleep in Olivia's arms. All he wanted was to be held by his mommy. She put him in his crib and then went back to her own bed.

"Babe?"

"Hmm?"

"I'm really horny right now.", Nick rolls over, laughing at her comment. "I'm serious, Nick!"

"Oh, I know you are. I uh..just didn't expect you to be so blunt."

"So? Do you want to because I really need to.", he leans over, kissing her with great passion. "Is that a 'yes'?"

"Oh, yeah!", he pins her arms above her head, entangling their fingers as he attacks her mouth.

"God, I love you!", her breathing is already uneven and they've only been kissing. How will she last? When Nick releases her hands, they discard their clothing.

Olivia's body is more than ready to take him. She's extremely wet, her nipples are at attention and the light moan that escapes the back of her throat every few seconds makes it obvious that she is being tortured with anticipation.

Nick parts her folds, running his fingers the full length of her. A sound, one that sounded almost like a cry, came from her mouth. Nick stopped for a short second, but continued when he realized that it was a pleasurable cry, not one of pain. Not that he was or every would intentionally hurt her like that.

He runs his hand over what will soon be a bump. The most beautiful woman in the world is carrying their child. Again. He still can't get over the fact that after only five short months after the birth of their son, she's blessed him with yet another bundle of joy. He has everything he could ever want in life all because he chose her, to marry her and to love her with zero regrets. Now? Now he just want to be with her.

"Nick, please.", they make eye contact, sharing an intimate thought with each other before he kisses the very spot his hand had been and then her lips. A bit of laughter between sweet kisses are exchanged between the two.

The feeling Olivia has in the pit of her stomach is something she will cherish forever. She knows that she's comfortable, she's wanted and loved and that's something she never felt she had as a child. Now, she's all grown up, she's a woman and still has those same feelings from time to time, but it's moments like this that remind her otherwise. This man has given her everything she could've ever asked for and that is something to hold on to.

"You're ready?", his smile is captivating and his teeth sparkle in what little lighting there is.

"More than.", she rests her hand on the back of his neck and the other on his cheek, admiring her husband's beauty.

Once he's sure his fingers are plenty lubricated, he slowly pushes them inside of her, making Olivia gasp in pleasure. She can already feel her orgasm approaching and she hates it. She can't come undone before Nick does, especially not this soon. She'll curse these damn hormones, but worship them in the same second.

"Faster!", she starts grinding into his hand, but he stops her in her tracks.

"Let me take care of you, baby.", Olivia groans, whimpering, making it obvious she needs some kind of release and soon. Nick removes his fingers from her and strokes himself until he's hard and then aligns his dick with her sex, pushing in slowly. "Oh my god, Liv!", he grunts.

Olivia leans back on her elbows, watching as he disappears in and out of her at a steady pace. The combination of him inside her and his fingers working her clit sent a shock wave of pleasure through her and well, she most certainly didn't keep that mental promise to herself that she'd hold out.

"Please just, ugh!", her muscles to turn to jello and she collapses onto the bed, gripping his shoulder and back to hold herself up. Olivia claws at his skin and bites her lip, trying to silence herself externally as she screams internally in lust. "You asshole!"

"I'm the asshole?", he shoots a load deep into her core and grunts loudly. "My back is bleeding because of-"

"You made me come first, that's your fault.", they attack each other's mouths without any hesitation.

(The next day, in the precinct)

Olivia tosses the files on her desk in a stressful rage. She flops down in her chair, running her fingers through her hair and sighing loudly. Today has been exceptionally exhausting and to make it worse, there are about five vics waiting to give their statements. Her phone starts buzzing in her pocket, so she takes off her glasses and checks the caller I.D. It's Bradley. She should be in class, studying, not calling her mother. Not at a time like this.

"Bra-"

"Mom? C-can you come get me? Please!", she cries into the phone.

A/N

What happened to Bradley?! Btw, sorry it's shorter than normal, I'm having tons of writer's block, so I've just been updating as the ideas come. Bare with me, darlings!