Guardian Angel

She kneeled beside the window and gasped as she looked inside. A man laid limp and bloody, the seat belt was the only thing keeping him suspended in his seat. She gingerly reached in and placed her fingers upon the man's neck searching for life signs. She sighed as she found a quick but steady heartbeat.

Aline reached in, her elbow accidentally brushed against his chest and the man moaned softly. She winced and quickly turned the engine off, taking the key out she slipped it into her jeans. "Ok the motor is off." She winced again as the man began to moan louder, she saw him try to move and quickly reached in and stopped his head from moving. "He's regaining consciousness and moving what do I do?"

Aline closed her eyes for a second praying that she could keep this man from moving. Slowly she placed the phone against her shoulder and lifted her left hand to hold the man's neck still.

Aline closed her eyes. "Yes, and please forgive me, I should have explained the situation better. " She lifted her gaze toward the road. "Is the ambulance going to get here anytime soon?"

Aline forced herself to remember the accident, she closed her eyes trying to see the accident as it happened. "The 18 wheeler was black, had a blue stripe on the side of the door, I think there was some kind of cat above the stripe. It had a big cabin. That's all I remember. "

Shaking his head he glanced at Aline and frowned. Then he slowly stood, they both watched as a police car screeched to a stop behind the ambulance and the officer stepped out. The paramedic sighed and rushed toward the police officer.

The police officer stared at her with sympathy and nodded. "Mademoiselle I need to check the truck for his papers, I will need to open the passenger door and it will move the truck, please continue to keep this man calm."

Aline and the medic stared at each other, the medic quickly reached in and lifted his wrist, he smiled and nodded at Aline. "He's unconscious again. " he lifted his gaze toward the police officer who was slowly pulling out every piece of paper inside the truck. "I'll need your help to get this man out of here, my partners won't arrive quick enough and this man needs help now."

The officer nodded and quickly reached over and slowly slipped his fingers into the back of Roy's jeans searching for his wallet. Once he found it he slowly pulled it out and gave it to Aline. "Keep this safe mademoiselle." The officer said as he slowly exited the truck.

Stefan pressed a bandage against Roy's temple. "We still don't know the extent of his injuries, he could have internal bleeding, or a Subdural Hematoma. We won't be sure until we get him to a hospital."

She nodded and tightened her grip on Roy's hand. Aline had seen several bad injuries since moving to the farmhouse her father had given her. She shuddered at the memory of her father's death. Her mind returned to that day.

Aline watched as the ambulance took her father's body away. She stood covered in blood, shaking on the front steps of the farmhouse where she had barely lived for 3 weeks. She felt Ian's arms wrap around her shoulders and she had lost all control. Sobbing desperately against his chest.

Ian MacGregor sighed and tightened his hold on her. He remembered the sweet girl that had approached him 3 months before, searching for her father. She had been so happy the day 7 weeks ago when she had set eyes upon her father. He felt responsible for Phillipe's death.

Stefan shook his head. "No, his breathing is becoming labored, and he's bleeding too much. We need to get him out of this truck and into a hospital immediately. " He looked at Aline and smiled then proceeded to speak to Roy.

"Monsieur, we need to pull you out of this truck now. Officer Fergerón and miss D'Bellecharny will help me, you will be in severe pain. I will need you to not move at all. Allow us to do all the work bién? "

Once they had Roy out of the truck, Stefan and Officer Fergerón lifted him carefully, trying not to move his extremities too much and placed him on the Gurney. Aline quickly covered him with a blanket. She kneeled beside him and gathered his hand in hers. Trying to give him as much support as she could.

She smiled as his eyes snapped open and he tried to look at her. His eyes rolled around several times before his eyelids drifted closed. She watched as Stefan placed a bandage upon his temple. "It will be OK. We'll soon have you in a hospital." She stated as her thumb caressed his knuckles softly.

Stefan brushed his hands down his patient's chest and abdomen, when he reached his back, Roy couldn't stifle his yell. Stefan was worried, he had seen too many injuries like this, most of the time the patient ended up paralyzed.

Roy tried hard to control the pain, his lips quirked up slightly as Aline softly caressed his cheek trying to comfort him. His gaze shifted toward the medic. "Will I die?" he asked as he painfully exhaled.

Stefan chuckled. "No, you're seriously injured but the seat belt saved your life. I'm sure the pain is more serious than the injuries." Roy frowned as Stefan brushed his hands down his legs searching for any breaks.

Roy frowned and tried to shake his head, wincing as the pain intensified. He quickly let go of Aline's hand and pushed his hands under his body raising himself shakingly into a sitting position. Aline reached over and placed her hand on his chest, trying to keep him on the pillow.

Roy gasped as dizziness assailed him, his eyelids fluttered wildly as the world shifted and spun around him, he reached out and clasped Aline's hand tightly. Slowly his vision became cloudy and his head fell limply back upon the pillow. "Help.....me." he whispered weakly before his eyelids fluttered closed and the hand Aline held went lax in hers.

Aline nodded and tightened her grip on Roy's hand. She watched as Stefan and the police officer spoke for several minutes and then the officer nodded. Stefan returned to her side and smiled.

It seemed like an eternity to Aline before they reached the hospital, she watched as the doctors and nurses quickly took over Roy's care. Turning she followed officer Fergerón into the waiting area and answered his questions.

Stefan and the police officer had left her alone, making sure that she had everything she needed. She had laid her head down on the chair beside hers, and before she knew it she had drifted into sleep.

Aline frowned, she moved her hands and felt something slip off her lap. Frowning she bent over and picked up Roy's wallet. Her fingers spasmed tightly around the wallet and she nodded. Opening the wallet she searched until she found his driver's license. In the back there was a telephone number which Aline gave to the nurse.

Nurse Lamoyne knew exactly what the girl was asking. She shook her head and patted the girl's hand. "His injuries were bad, his head suffered a hard blow that caused a concussion, he has 3 broken ribs and numerous cuts and bruises but....." the nurse lowered her gaze and shook her head sadly.

Nurse Lamoyne smiled as they entered the ICU area. " I will speak to the nurse in charge so she will allow you to stay with him. Her name is Brenda Kindrell, Monsieur Dupuis is in bed number 7, in the corner." She pointed toward the end of the room.

She gasped at seeing him. He laid perfectly still, as pale as alabaster. His arms were covered with IV lines, his head was wrapped with a large bandage. She could see his chest rising and falling slowly. She smiled and leaning over she gently brushed a kiss against his lips. Then, as if like a fairy-tale, His eyelashes fluttered open. He smiled weakly as his gaze found hers.

Suddenly nurse Kindrell entered the room and approached the bed. Roy looked at her through a haze of pain, he attempted to focus on Aline's face but all he could see was blurry forms. He felt the nurse take his arm and suddenly a cold and languid feeling creeped into his body making him sigh. Knowing that he had just been sedated.

Roy felt the drug cursing through his body and fought it, deep in his soul he knew he should not sleep, he wondered what had happened to him that caused him so much pain, he tried to take stock of his body and that is when he noticed he could not feel his legs, panicked he turned his face toward Aline's touch and forced his voice to function, he barely whispered.

"I..... can't feel .....my legs, why?" he was now gasping for air and nurse Kindrell placed the oxygen mask over his nose and mouth to help him breathe, then turning she left Aline alone with Roy. Aline leaned over and gazed into his unfocused, glazed eyes trying to force herself to explain he was temporarily paralyzed.

Roy looked at Aline and tried to smile but the pain and fear were excruciating as he tried to keep his mind coherent a bit longer. "It is February 19, 2001. Why can't I feel my legs?" he finally managed to whisper as his ears started to ring and his body began to go lax, he fought the effects but sadly the darkness enveloped him and his eyelashes fluttered closed.

"Mademoiselle listen, Monsieur Dupuis is going to be in severe pain for days, Once he regains consciousness fully and understands his condition, he will be belligerent and angry, He will feel lost, dead inside, like a half man, but we must never allow him to feel this way. "

Doctor Latoni considered lying to this woman, but decided against it. "Yes Mademoiselle, there will be side effects, we cannot be sure of the severity or the type until he is fully conscious." His gaze shifted to the man laying so still on the bed and he shook his head sadly. "Has nurse Kindrell explained his condition to you?"

"The best case scenario will be that the swelling diminishes and he regains the full use of his legs, the concussion might have caused a short circuit in the brain, causing him to experience seizures. In the worst case scenario, Monsieur Dupuis could slip into a coma and never wake up."

Aline shook her head. "Thank you doctor." She turned and entered the room once again, taking a seat beside Roy, she took his hand in hers, her other hand gently rubbed his cheek, smiling as she watched Roy slowly turn his head as much as he could toward her. Please god, help him recover fully. He needs you so very much right now, please don't abandon him. Aline prayed.

Suddenly Roy began to shake softly, Aline stood and called for the nurse, when she turned back around Roy was in a full blown seizure. Aline placed her hands on his chest, trying to keep him still. She heard the nurse rush into the room and grab his arms, another nurse grabbed his legs and they controlled his movements until he went still once again.

Brenda Kindrell shook her head. "There is nothing that we can do right now Mademoiselle, he is already sedated and if we give him anything it could prove more damaging. I'm sorry." She turned and left the room.

Roy slowly began to regain consciousness several hours later. His arms felt like lead as his eyes slowly drifted open, he was enveloped in a soft languor, he turned his head to the side as much as he could. Blinking several times to clear his blurry vision. He saw through a haze the empty room and wondered what time it was, he knew it had to be late for the room was almost immersed in darkness. He saw the shimmer of red-gold beside him and realized that a woman slept beside him. He lifted one hand to her head and caressed her silky hair between his fingers.

He looked at Aline's fear filled face and felt his world spin on it's axle. Knowing that he must truly be in serious condition for her to be so afraid. Gathering all his strength he asked. "How....bad?"

Aline gathered his hand in hers and seated herself beside him, smiling she explained his injuries. "You have a cut on your temple which caused a concussion, several broken ribs and-" Aline sniffed and looked away.

She closed her eyes wondering if his injuries were not worst than she had been told. She opened her eyes after feeling his shaky grip tighten and stared into Roy's, she took a deep breath and explained his condition.

Roy felt like he had been punched in the stomach hard, his blood ran hot and cold at once. He could barely breathe. He turned his face away from her and pulled his hand from her grasp. He closed his eyes tightly and tried to control the panic that was slowly claiming his otherwise calm soul. What if this is permanent? What will I do? He inhaled a shaky breath and tried to control the panic that surged through him. He felt Aline touch his cheek and he turned back toward her.

The doctor nodded and entered the room. "I decided to stay until our patient woke up." He checked the medical chart and studied it for several minutes then slowly his gaze shifted from Aline's to Roy's and back. "Feel free to ask any questions Monsieur." He said as he walked around the bed and stood beside Roy.

Roy looked at Aline and sighed. His eyelids felt heavy, he could barely stay awake, he could feel his entire body slowly becoming heavier. I have to know. Forcing himself to fight the sluggishness in his brain he asked.

Aline lifted Roy's hand and kissed the bruised knuckles softly, then she rested her head back against the chair and closed her eyes. She wondered why his family had not arrived. Was his brother contacted? Did something happen to them too? She shook her head and allowed her thoughts to slowly float back to seven months ago when she had first arrived in Canada.

She had spent 20 years searching for her biological father without any results. Her mother had died several years before. Aline had been quite depressed to know that but she had fought harder to find her father after that.

She had been told that there was a possibility that her father had returned to his native Canada and Aline had felt lost. She had spent almost $ 60,000.00 dollars on several private investigators. She sighed remembering how her adopted parents had created the small trust fund to help her survive and still be able to search for her biological father.

Aline nodded and gave MacGregor all the information she had. "Listen, there can't be too many men like him." she took a deep breath. "His name is Phillipe Dutremount, he is approximately 60 years old. He was born in a small village called St. Felix de Valois, Quebec. He is 6 feet 2 inches tall, had bright red hair and brown eyes plus he spent at least 6 years traveling through the US working in construction. That's all I know about him."

She had felt so sad when the detective had explained that it was too little information, that in such a rural place like Quebec, it would be almost impossible to find one single man. Specially if he did not wish to be found. Several weeks later she had received a call from mister MacGregor and she had rushed to meet him.

"He has a farm in a small community called St. Donat. It is quite rural, mostly farmland." MacGregor stood and offered her the folder he held. "Here is all the information I was able to gather for you. He does not know you are searching for him. From what I could gather he does not even know you exist."

She had taken a shower and quickly gathered her things, she had looked at herself in the mirror and smiled. "I'm meeting my father today." She whispered to herself and quickly left the room.

MacGregor nodded and slowly hung up the phone. "He wants to meet you too Mademoiselle D'Bellecharny. He wants us to drive up to his house today. He asked me to please have you bring your birth certificate and your biological mother's information. "

Aline nodded and stood, following MacGregor they left the office and rushed to her hotel for the necessary papers, then they grabbed some lunch and began the 1 hour drive to St. Donat. Aline had been so impatient. As soon as they drove into the driveway of a small farm house she jumped out of the car.

Standing on the front steps, a tall, red haired man stared dumbfounded at Aline. His eyes roamed her features slowly the same way hers did him. Then suddenly the man stepped off the porch and Aline threw herself into his waiting arms.

Aline jerked awake as she heard the soft moan escape Roy's lips. She stood and gently brushed her fingers down his cheek. She felt her heart break as his lips turned up softly in a smile.

The older woman stared horrified at Roy. Her right hand slowly drifted up to her mouth and she quickly stifled a sob. Aline watched as the man wrapped his arms around the woman and stirred her toward the other chair in the room.

Aline gasped and turned, her eyes locked with Roy's, frowning he lifted his hand to beckon her. Aline helped Roy's mother to stand and watched as the woman reached out and clasped his hand in her shaking one then she leaned over and kissed his pale cheek. Aline turned and tried to exit the room.

Rodrick felt retched, he knew this girl cared for his brother but Roy had a fiancé. He took a deep breath, searching the hallways his eyes fell upon the waiting room door and he dragged Aline inside.

"Listen mademoiselle, his fiancé has abandoned him. When she was told that he was in the hospital seriously injured she told me that she had already spoken to his doctors. " shaking his head he took a seat on a chair. "She was told that Roy would never walk again, is this true?"

Aline stood shaking. Slowly she nodded. "The doctors can't tell yet how serious and permanent his injuries are. All I was told is that his spine has suffered some bruising and swelling and until that swelling is diminished they won't be able to know for sure if he will walk again." she took a seat beside the man and sighed.

She stood and walked to the door. "You should go back to him, he will need his family to get him through this." She opened the door and smiled. Turning back to gaze at Rodrick she smiled softly. "Take good care of him." she stated and left the room.

Rodrick sat dumbfounded. He did it again! They fall into his lap like stunned bees. Poor girl, once Celine returns she will be heartbroken, but for now my brother needs her beside him and I must do everything to make sure Roy is happy.

Rodrick grabbed her arm and spun her around. "Celine he needs you right now, he was in a serious accident, you know that he could end up paralyzed for life, and here you are, ready to abandon him at the smallest reason. Do you truly care more about your career than the man you've loved and lived with for 6 years?

Aline stared dumbfounded at the scene developing just outside Roy's door. She knew that Roy could hear everything and must be extremely upset. She shook her head and took a step toward the door, suddenly a hand shot out and grabbed her arm, spinning her around she stared deeply into Celine's unusually colored eyes.

Celine took a deep breath and stared hard at Aline. Shaking her head vehemently she turned back toward Rodrick and sighed. "I love Roy, but I will not sacrifice my life and future, specially since I can't do anything to help him recover." She spun around and left the ICU unit quickly leaving Aline, Rodrick and several nurses and patient's families staring after her.

Aline heard the soft moans coming from Roy's room and immediately rushed inside. She found his mother sobbing loudly, while Roy sat on the edge of the bed, his legs dangling limply. She gasped at seeing the blood slowly dripping down his arm where the IV needle used to be. He lifted his head and their eyes met.

Roy shook his head and then winced as a sharp pain shoot through it. Taking a couple of deep breaths he opened his eyes and stared at her. "No, she abandoned me, she does not want a cripple in her life." He closed his eyes once again trying hard to control the pain that tore through his body.

Aline felt Roy shiver at his brother's words. She tightened her grip on his hand. Turning to gaze at Roy's mother she tried to calm the woman. "Madame, Monsieur, We should concentrate on Roy's recovery, not his relationship. He needs peace and calm to recover. Why don't you two get something to eat, I'll stay with him." She turned back toward Roy and smiled as their eyes met.

Rodrick nodded. Taking his mother's hand he helped her to stand and approached the bed. Wrapping his arm around his mother Rodrick reached out and took Roy's left hand and squeezed it. "We should go, these last twenty hours have been extremely horrific for all of us.." He turned to gaze at Aline. "Will you stay with him until my sister arrives? "

Rodrick squeezed his hand tightly and nodded. "I'll go and make sure everything is OK at the farm, then I'll get Roxanne and bring her here. Just rest and recover, that's all you have to do all right?"

Rodrick and his mother stared at each other. Then slowly smiled as they left the room. "She is a guardian angel Rod, your brother could be dead now if she had not been there. " Madame Dupuis stated as they entered the elevator.

Aline watched as the nurse entered the room and quickly replaced the torn IV line. Carefully cleaning the drops of blood that still clung to his arm. Taking a syringe she carefully injected a small amount of the liquid into his vein. “Rest Monsieur, the doctor will arrive shortly.”

Aline smiled as Roy's eyelids drifted closed once again. She leaned over and brushed her fingers down his cheek. " yes Roy, rest and recover. We'll deal with life's problems once you're better."

Aline resumed her seat beside Roy, his hand softly clasped in hers. Aline gently combed her fingers through his cinnamon curls in a soothing motion. She closed her eyes and prayed for his recovery to be complete. She knew this was not a man who could be happy paralyzed, he would fight and sooner or later harm himself trying to recover the use of his legs. Aline gently laid her cheek on their clasped hands and closed her eyes.

Aline had barely drifted off to sleep when she heard a pain filled scream and she jerked awake instantly. She searched the dark room finally settling upon the bed, Roy tossed his head side to side, moaning loudly.

Roy opened his eyes, still half glazed from the nightmare. He was partially awake. Just then, he reached out and kissed Aline hard on the lips. It was a kiss of hunger and instead of backing away, Aline returned the kiss, in fact, she gave back more than Roy had originally given. Finally, Roy was the one to break the kiss.

Roy shivered at the emotions rushing through his body. He felt confused, afraid, euphoric and extremely disoriented. He didn't know what was happening to him, Celine had abandoned him and he was sure he should be more perturbed than this. He took deep breaths trying to calm down. His eyes snapped open as the nurse entered the room.

The nurse, a young oriental girl entered the room for her regular hourly checkup. She changed Roy's IV bag and checked his vital signs. She carefully injected the contents of a syringe into his IV bag and looked at Aline, satisfied that her patient was recovering nicely she smiled at Aline and quickly left the room.

Roy felt a mild euphoric feeling creep into his mind, he relaxed and tried to take advantage of the effects to sleep, he knew that he needed sleep most of all, but he also felt that there was something strange going on in his body, his legs were numb, but he paid no attention to these symptom as whatever drug that was included with the IV nutrients relaxed him enough to be able to fall asleep.

He was not as pale as before and the dark circles under his eyes had almost disappeared. She had met Roy's sister and his father. Roy's family had kept a long vigil during the last two days. She watched as Roy slept peacefully and stood, walking to the window she stared out and remembered what the doctor had said about Roy's injuries just that morning.

Monsieur Dupuis' injuries are severe, his head injury has turned out to be more dangerous than we had diagnosed. But still that does not mean that the side effects will increase also." He gazed at each of the people in the room and sighed sadly. "But what concerns me is the spinal injury. The swelling is not going down. We have exhausted every last medication to promote the healing process and all I can say is that this will take much longer than we expected.

Doctor Latoni had nodded. "Madame, he is strong, his recovery will take months. I would recommend that he remains as immobile as possible, resting as much as possible. As you know, he will be moved to a regular room today and he could be released from the hospital within a few days."

Doctor Latoni frowned. "I would prefer if you stayed several more days. We need to establish the severity of the side effects from your head injury. Plus it would be better if you began therapy while still under our care."

Doctor Latoni stared at Aline and frowned. "Monsieur Dupuis, we need to wait for the swelling to go down. Once that is accomplished we will know if the damage is temporary or permanent. Until then you must stay in bed."

Latoni inhaled sharply. "From two to six months. With the proper therapy and medication. Monsieur Dupuis, you will be extremely weak for some time still, you must allow your body to recover at it's own pace. Don't force it or you may damage yourself even more."

Madame Dupuis sighed, and gently kissed Roy's hand. Lifting her gaze she gazed at Aline. "He is too stubborn. If he continues like this he will harm himself." She stated glaring at Roy’s sleeping features.

Madame Dupuis smiled. "No, he simply bandaged it and continued to work. " she stared at Rodrick and shook her head. "That's exactly what worries me so much. Once at home he will force his recovery."

Aline smiled and turned away from the window. "Please call me Aline." Taking a deep breath she approached the bed. "I don't know him well enough to answer that. I know he is stubborn and wants to recover faster. But-"

When Roy woke up his first thought was of pain, intense and constant, everywhere. He had not felt such pain in a long time and had to bite his lip, to keep from crying out. He attempted to open his eyes, the light hurt as it hit his oversensitive eyes, an intense pain shot into the back of his head, and he closed his eyes tightly. Roy shivered, he was cold, he tried to move but pain shot through his whole body, the worst embedding itself in the side of his head, he lifted his left hand to try and massage his temple where the pain was severe and felt the many days growth of beard on his face, he felt someone softly remove his hand and massaged his aching temple, he sighed and turned his face toward her touch.

She brought the glass to his lips and he drank thirstily, his throat had been parched, he had received little fluids and food since the accident. He finished the glass and asked for more, Aline smiled and obliged, after the second glass of water she gently laid his head back on the pillow. He sighed and smiled softly.

Aline knew he had barely been awake since the accident, ten to thirty minutes of wakefulness did not counteract the several hours of constant sleep every day. She was glad that the doctor had decided to stop medicating Roy, he needed to be cognizant of his surroundings and coherent enough to make decisions.

After several minutes his sight cleared and he saw beautiful brown almond shaped eyes, And fire gold hair, he inspected her face slowly, dark burnished brows, small turned up nose, full heart shaped lips, milky white skin, he noticed a light sprinkling of freckles on nose and cheeks and then he noticed the flush of that same skin, he realized he was starring and he quickly lowered his eyes, his lashes hiding the jade green color of his eyes.

Aline felt herself flush by the intense gaze of this man, she knew she had been smitten as her mother had called it. Smitten was not the correct word but well, all she knew is that she wanted to care for this lost soul, protect him from any harm.

Roy turned his head toward the window and shivered as a sharp pain cursed through his head, settling painfully behind his eyes. He raised his hand to the bridge of his nose and with thumb and forefinger tried to control the pounding of his head, no luck. With a pain filled sigh he closed his eyes.

Aline watched him touch his eyes and then shudder and she took the wet towel beside her and taking his hand from his eyes she positioned the towel to cover the painful area, he visually relaxed as the cold towel calmed the pain and he clasped her hand.

Aline took a deep breath and proceeded to remind him what had happened two days before, the diagnosis and how he had reacted. Aline had finished telling him about the last two days when she felt his hand go lax in hers she lifted her eyes toward his face and gently took the towel off his eyes, she realized he had fallen asleep again, she smiled and kissed his lips softly, eliciting a soft sigh from him.

Roy sat on the bed, two days later, he was feeling stronger but not yet strong enough to attempt to move much. The pain slowly became more tolerable and he would spend more time awake than asleep, he had spent many hours speaking to Aline. She was a wonderful woman, thirty-two years old, and had already suffered so much, she had slowly opened up and told him about her life.

Aline took a seat beside him on the bed, careful not to hurt him. Taking his hand in hers she locked her eyes with his and nodded. "Anything you need, just ask and if I can do it I will."

Roy felt apprehensive about asking her this favor, but he knew he did not wish to lose her yet. Tightening his hold on her hand he shifted his gaze to look out the window. Noticing the early sunlight slowly warming the day outside, he smiled, remembering how wonderful it felt to have the sun shining upon his back while he worked around the farmhouse. He sighed and turned to look at her once again.

Aline could feel the tense atmosphere that had settled around them. She knew that whatever he was about to ask, would be something that she could not deny him. She smiled and gently brushed a curl off his forehead. "Tell me what you need Roy, please."

Aline's eyes widened, she had not expected him to ask her that. She slowly let go of his hand and stood, walking to the window she stared out and twirling her diamond solitaire pendant she answered.

Roy lowered his gaze to his hands, feeling like his heart would burst with sadness. He knew that she loved her home, it had been gifted to her by her father and he did not expect her to give that up. He shifted painfully on the bed and sighed. "It's OK Aline, forget I asked. I'll have Rodrick search for someone."

He's been abandoned by his fiancé, he is alone and confused about his future, and when he asks you to not abandon him also, you deny his simple request. What kind of a woman are you? Aline berated herself.

She turned to gaze upon Roy's dejected figure sitting stiffly and hunched over on the bed. She reminded herself that this favor would not take much time, she could have her best friend move into the farm and care for it while she spent time at Roy's home. She also felt responsible for this man, she had noticed how dejected and depressed he had become as time had passed, she knew he would not be able to adapt to his disabilities quickly and wanted to help him as much as possible. Nodding she decided to call Karly and beg her to take care of her home, she slowly returned to Roy's side and took his hand in hers.

"Roy I.....I'll move in with you. It might not be for long, I still have to take care of the farm but a friend of mine should be able to keep it running for several weeks while I help you."

Roy shrugged dejectedly. "I don't mean to force you Aline, I just.....feel comfortable with you, I feel like I've known you always." He lifted pain filled eyes to meet hers and Aline felt retched for hurting him. "Are you sure? I'm sure Rodrick can-"

Doctor Latoni entered the room thirty minutes after Roy's mother and brother arrived. Aline quickly followed him in and smiled at seeing that Roy was dressed in a pair of gray sweat pants and a green sweatshirt. He held out his hand and Aline took it. She felt him shivering and realized he was quite impatient to leave the hospital.

Madame Dupuis nodded and approached the bed. Taking Roy's hand in hers she softly placed a kiss on his bruised fingers and looked at him. "You will obey Aline? If she tells you to eat and sleep you will Bién?"

Rodrick and his mother nodded and quickly signed, then the folder was passed to Aline who signed quickly before holding it steady for Roy to sign. "Don't worry Doctor, he'll be cared for."

As soon as Roy finished signing, doctor Latoni signed the discharge papers and gave them to Aline. Another nurse entered the room and gave the doctor a large plastic bag filled with medications.

Latoni sat beside him and explained. "You are under allot of stress, I have seen how this situation has affected you and it worries me." He gazed upon Aline who slowly nodded. "You need to be calm and receptive for your recovery to progress as necessary. The sedatives will help you sleep and keep you calm."

Roy looked at Aline and smiled. He slowly opened the box and pulled out the gift inside. Aline gasped and quickly took the box away. She watched as Roy settled the large white angel bear in his lap and slowly read the card attached.

Brenda kindrell knew that most of the nurses in the hospital had spent allot of money to find and get that specific bear for him before he left. She felt proud to have not only met Roy but to know that he truly was as shy and selfless as everyone thought. She frowned wondering if he would ever return to work, his movies were some of the best she had ever seen and she would miss watching him on the screen. Sighing she turned as the elevator doors opened.

Kneeling she gently brushed the tears away and placed a soft kiss upon his cheek. "You did know that you were loved by many Roy. This is simply a small reminder of that love. " she gently lifted his chin forcing him to look at her.

"Don't give the lady too much grief Monsieur Dupuis." He stated. Motioning for Aline to follow he sighed heavily and shook his head. “I've given him a mild sedative, it should take effect within a few minutes.” Giving Aline a card he smiled. “Call if you need anything mademoiselle.” He stated before turning and leaving Roy and Aline alone with the nurse.

Roy started to feel a languorous sensation creep into his body, he was fighting the sedative the doctor had given him with every ounce of strength he possessed, but the sedative was too strong for his depleted reserves of strength and suddenly he slumped forward.

Roy opened his eyes to look at her, his own dark and dazed, blinking as he brought her into focus, his eyes fluttered closed again, his whole body going slack as the drug finally won and he slipped into oblivion.

Rodrick watched through the rear view mirror Roy's inanimate form resting on Aline's lap, he saw that his breathing was labored, his chest rising and falling in an uneven staccato, he watched his eyes open briefly, a flutter of visible awareness.

He whispered Roy's name softly and he responded by opening heavy lidded eyes. His gaze shifted to the side to seek out Rodrick's briefly and then closed, the effort of something so small proving taxing.

Aline stared out the window, watching the Quebec country side, it was still very cold and the snow blanketed the roads and fields in soft white. She smiled as she saw a deer dart into the woods behind a house. Remembering how the deer and doe's had started to frequent the woods behind her farmhouse. She loved seeing nature at it's purest.

Rodrick and his mother held hands as Rodrick drove down the isolated country road. Ryna Dupuis' eyes kept darting back to gaze at her son. He looked so vulnerable, she wanted to simply hold him like she had done when he was a child. She was proud of all her children, but Roy had always been her favortie, her first born son and the apple of her eye. She had spoiled him rotten knowing that he would some day make her very proud. She had imagined him working as a physicist or doctor. With his intelligence and talent for making everyone feel comfortable and at ease when they were around him, she knew he would have made a wonderful doctor. But he had decided to turn his talent to acting and he had blossomed. He was the best actor she had seen, and that was not motherly pride, it was the truth, she could still hear her neighbor's daughters speaking about Roy's talent for bringing life into any character he played and felt her heart swell with pride.

Ryna looked at Aline and smiled. Wondering why this girl had not treated Roy the same as all his fans. Can it be that she does not know what he does for a living? No this girl was French-Canadian, she must have heard about his career, but then why did she treat him so normally? That puzzled Ryna and she bowed to find the reason soon.

Aline was mesmerized by the beauty of the countryside. She had not expected to find such beauty among the cold snow. She felt the car slow down and turn into a lonely dirt road and her eyes widened. At the end of that road stood a large farmhouse, old in appearance, it was surrounded by a tall stone fence.

"I took everything that Celine owned away, the door locks have been changed and the alarm system has a new code. I fixed the down stairs bedroom for Roy, he won't be able to climb the stairs any time soon, but I did fix one bedroom upstairs for you." moving the car out of park, he drove into the property.

Aline nodded and together they tried to wake Roy. His lashes fluttered and he moaned softly, they knew that he would not be much help in this state so they decided to simply carry him inside. Rodrick kneeled into the car and carefully took Roy's legs, while Aline gently gathered Roy against her and they carefully managed to carry Roy into the house. They laid him carefully on the bed and covered him with blankets.

Once Roy was settled, Aline called Karly and advised her that Rodrick would pick up a small suitcase filled with her things. Then she slowly followed Ryna into the kitchen and helped her to make a meal.

Aline smiled. "I was born in New York state and was adopted several days after I was born. My parents were wonderful, they took me to live in Louisiana, I was an only child but never felt lonely. I was told I had been adopted when I turned fifteen. It was a shock to find out that they were not my parents. But they were wonderful, they gave me as much as they could, gifting me with a trust fund when they died." She sighed and took a seat beside the window, staring out toward the forest she continued her story.

"My parents died several weeks apart, my father in a plane accident and my mother of sadness after his loss. I was seventeen when they died. They had left my college tuition paid for, so the trust fund was used for expenses. After graduating I decided to search for my biological parents. I had been told that I was French so I spent 5 years traveling through Canada and Europe searching for any information, when I finally found my biological mother it had been too late, she had died several years before, but her sister had given me every piece of information she knew, that's how I came to live here in Quebec. It took me three months to finally find my father. He died only two months later of a self inflicted wound to the chest." Aline wiped her tears away and stood. "I need to go check on Roy." She turned but Ryna grabbed her wrist.

Aline shook her head. A soft smile crossing her features. "No, I know what he does for a living, but I barely know who HE is." She pulled her hand away from Ryna's grasp and walked quickly into Roy's room.

She quickly returned to the house and walked to the bedroom, she smiled as she watched Roy sleep. She sighed softly and settled herself into the small bed she had fixed on the floor beside Roy's bed. She would not leave him alone.

The next morning, Aline stood at the door of the bedroom, eating a small piece of toast and smiling. After several hours of fighting during the night to keep Roy calm after a bad nightmare and the subsequent reaction to being home and not able to move, he had fallen asleep once again.

His face was bathed softly by the light filtering through the blinds, his lips were slightly opened, his lashes softly resting on his stubbled cheeks, his left hand was raised above his head half closed, like a baby's in sleep, his right hand rested over his heart.

Aline felt something stir in her chest and realized that she had fallen completely in love with this man, he was so sweet awake and looked angelic when he slept, she smiled and quietly walked out of the bedroom closing the door behind her.

She cooked and cleaned the old farmhouse from top to bottom. When she finished she returned to Roy's side and gently climbed in bed. She placed her hand on Roy's chest, over his heart and closed her eyes.

Roy had slept for almost two days, the deep satisfying sleep had done him good, he felt stronger and more awake than before. He slid his hands under himself and slowly lifted himself into a seating position, he groaned under his breath at the pain and dizziness the new position gave him but he bore it silently, he moved his heavy legs to the side of the bed and slowly stood, holding on to the bed post, he finally was able to stand on weak, shaky legs that could barely hold him steady. The powerful dizziness assailed him again and he almost lost his grip on the bedpost as he doubled over in pain, he sat down again and took deep breaths, trying to control the pain and dizziness he felt. Slowly the pain passed but the dizziness stayed.

They had quickly become best friends as the days passed. Roy allowed Aline to care for him in every way imaginable. She would bathe him, cook and clean, she would dress him and do the exercises with him. Even when his family arrived to visit she would always be there, beside him.

Aline had noticed that as the days turned into weeks, that Roy had started to become more quiet. She was worried that the depression had now taken over his soul, and she expected to have a battle on her hands.

One cold and dreary evening Roy laid back on the pillows and tried to control his emotions. However, he wasn't prepared for the overwhelming depression that he was experiencing. It had been six weeks since the accident and he was still paralyzed. Not knowing for sure if the paralysis was temporary or permanent made him even more depressed. Roy was slowly becoming more and more despondent as time went on.

Roy simply kept his eyes closed and contemplated life as an invalid. He did not like the future he saw. If this injury was permanent, he would have to redesign the whole house, he hated having to destroy such a beautiful house with the special modifications that his paralysis would require. Plus his heart ached at the memory that Celine had abandoned him, he had kept that part of the equation hidden deeply inside him as he tried to recover the use of his legs, but as time passed and Aline continued to fight beside him he had become more and more depressed. Being abandoned, paralyzed and losing his job had wounded him deeply. He thrived from others, and his work. He needed to keep active to feel productive and now he knew that unless he recovered the movement in his legs his career was over. He sighed once again as Aline continued to try and understand his emotions.

Aline finally decided to simply hold him, she sat behind Roy, surrounded him with her arms and rocked with him, after several hours he finally broke and leaned against her, he slowly fell asleep smiling as her arms made him feel secure.

Aline laid Roy's head back upon the pillows and gently rubbed her finger down his jaw. She knew he was in extreme emotional pain. She wanted to protect him, help him get through this pain but knew she could do nothing unless he allowed her.

"If he survives the next few weeks without trying to commit suicide he should be fine, but he worries me Rodrick, he is extremely depressed and despondent, he hates being useless. I think he wants to die, how can I keep him alive?"

Rodrick took Aline's hand and squeezed it gently. "Just be there for him, he will need you once his depression drifts off him.” Looking around he pushed the soup bowl toward Aline. “Listen I need to go get some groceries, will you be OK alone with him?"

Rodrick opened the kitchen door and walked to the car. He slowly drove away from the farm, his heart breaking by the situation. I have never seen Roy this depressed, not even after he stopped drinking did he get this bad. I need to find a way to give him a reason to live, but how? He does not care about anything right now.

Aline finished the wonderful Corn cream and walked to the living room. She sat staring into the fireplace, her arms wrapped tightly around her knees. Please god, give me the knowledge to help him, you know what he needs, tell me what to do to bring him out of this depression. She lowered her head to her bent knees and closed her eyes. Allowing the soft warmth from the fireplace to help her doze into a light sleep.

Roy woke to find himself alone, he sighed feeling like he had been abandoned once again. He turned and stared angrily at the wheelchair that waited for him beside the window. He hated the thing. He slowly pulled himself up and rested his aching head on the backboard. Taking a look around the room he shook his head. I can't even rest in my own bed! I hate this situation! Why didn't I just die in the accident? It would have been easier than this total dependency on someone else. Roy slowly dragged his heavy legs to the side of the bed, pulling the wheelchair toward him he slowly and painfully climbed in.

Turning he opened the door and slowly wheeled himself to the living room. He gasped at seeing Aline asleep beside the fireplace, her golden-red hair spread out around her, her arms cradled the small bear he had gifted her with several days before. He frowned as she softly mumbled something in her sleep. He turned and wheeled himself toward the stairs. At the foot of the staircase he glared at each step, knowing that he needed to force himself to climb those stairs. He looked back toward the living room to make sure Aline still slept and smiled.

Grabbing a tight hold of the banister he dragged himself into a standing position and grunted softly. The pain in his legs and back was excruciating, taking several breaths to calm the pain he concentrated on slowly forcing his legs to climb the steps. With his right hand he grabbed the banister and his left slowly moved his legs. Groaning under his breath as each step he climbed caused his body to shake with sharp pain, he tried harder to reach the top of the stairs.

Roy suddenly felt a sharp pain curse down his back and he doubled over. His hands grabbed for the banister but the movement caused him to lose his balance, and with a soft gasp he tumbled down the stairs to land heavily at the bottom. Hitting his head on the edge of the bottom step, he moaned loudly and closed his eyes. Now it's the end. If I had not broken my back before now I have. Those were his last coherent thoughts as he slowly slipped into unconsciousness.

Aline heard the moan and quickly jumped up, she stared frozen as Roy tumbled down the steps to land limp at the bottom. She rushed to him as another pain filled moan was emitted and kneeled beside him. Reaching out toward his throat she pressed her fingers searching for a heart beat. She sighed at finding a strong heart beat present. Slowly her fingers moved up his jaw and gently settled over his mouth, she felt a soft breath exit his lungs and smiled. Gently she turned Roy onto his back and tenderly lifted his eyelids, his eyes were rolled back, the green was barely discernible. She knew he had been rendered unconscious by the hard blow on his injured temple.

A soft moan made the decision for her, she gently lifted Roy into a sitting position and wrapping her arms around his chest, slowly dragged him back into the bedroom. She struggled to lift his slack body into the bed but once she had him settled on the pillows she sighed with relief.

Aline dialed Rodrick's number and told him what had happened, Rodrick quickly finished shopping and returned to the farmhouse within 45 minutes. Once he entered, he called doctor Latoni who had quickly driven to St. Donat to check on Roy.

Aline and Rodrick felt relieved that all would be fine. Several hours later Rodrick had left the farmhouse and returned to work giving Aline the number where to reach him before driving back to Montreal.

Consciousness returned slowly, Roy felt his body on fire, pain shooting through every muscle, suddenly a muscle spasm wracked his body and his head lolled to the side and back. He struggled to regain some control over his body.

"Roy don't move, you're hurt and still very weak, please don't move." Aline lifted Roy into her arms and held him. Crooning soothing words to him until she felt him go limp in her embrace once again.

Mon Dieu! The pain! How can I fight this excruciating pain? Roy thought as he fought the darkness that slowly surrounded his mind and dragged him into a dark abyss filled with pain and misery. He felt himself literally disintegrate, dissolving into a million broken pieces.

Aline watched as Roy shuddered in her arms. He looked so vulnerable, so helpless. Sighing with sadness and worry she tentatively, took his hand in hers. He did not stir, but his fingers automatically curled around hers, warm and trusting. He was so beautiful, she thought, gazing at his face, now so peaceful in his deep sleep. Suddenly Roy stirred slightly, a small frown creasing his brow. One softly grunted word escaped his lips. "No…" His chest heaved with his rapid intake of breaths, his head tossing restlessly.

She caressed his cheek briefly, trying to calm him down. “Shhh Roy, calme toi.” She murmured against his ear. He murmured her name sleepily, but did not open his eyes. Roy groaned again, but no longer struggled. After several seconds his head lolled limply to the side. She felt him go limp, relaxing in her arms, his lips parted in a soft gasp. Gently, she laid his head back on the pillow, and kissed his cheek. He did not stir, his eyes closed, his body deep in sleep.

Roy woke several hours later to find himself alone, he slowly lifted his numb and aching body to a sitting position and tried to control the trembling of his limbs. He remembered what he had attempted and felt disgraced, he had failed and fallen down the stairs, probably causing even more damage to his already injured body. With a sigh he resigned himself to being paralyzed and quickly the depression claimed him once more.

Roy closed his eyes as his body began to shiver violently, the pain and depression once again claiming his soul, he felt the world tilt and smiled, knowing that blessed oblivion was near. I'm so cold. He thought sadly. Is this how it feels to slowly die? Coldness accompanied by unending pain and trembling? He sighed and allowed the darkness to slowly drag him into unconsciousness once again.

He sat on the bed in the same position for what seemed hours. He couldn't be sure as he struggled up from his blessed lack of awareness. The shivers had slowed but not stopped, he was still cold. He tried to move but he was too weak. He drew in a ragged breath, A single tear fell from his eyes before he lowered his face to his hands. A single violent spasm racked his body and then he was still.

Aline watched as his eyelids slowly closed, he shivered and snapped his eyes open once again, he tried to focus his gaze upon Aline without success. Roy's perception of reality was becoming muffled, his ears were ringing, his sight was blurry, his body was numb and going slack, he could feel his muscles giving up the fight to survive, his head was reeling, he tried to move, but the effort exhausted him, he tried to speak but no sound came out, he was slowly floating out of his body, his soul leaving the damaged body behind. " I don't...want....to...die." he whispered softly before His body went slack, his head lolling to the side. Darkness had claimed him once again.

Aline quickly grabbed him as he slumped into her arms. She gently laid him back upon the pillows and placed her hand on his cheek, feeling lost and lonely. She knew Roy was giving up on life and she wouldn't allow it.

She leaned in and softly whispered into Roy's ear. "I won't let you die Roy, you will live and recover." She gently placed a kiss upon his temple and sat on the chair, watching him sleep.

Aline kept caring for him, she had forced food down his throat more times than he cared to admit, he was now trying to handle bathing alone, he was still very weak and the dizziness and nausea assaulted him when he least expected.

Roy shook his head and stared out the window. He didn't know how to explain to Aline what he felt. It confused him. Nine weeks had passed since the accident and Aline still tended his every need. Nine weeks of music and poetry and quiet contemplation, of quiet companionship and an ever-increasing intimacy.

She had made herself at home. He wondered if she would move in with him if he asked. He reminded himself that she had a home of her own and soon she would have to leave. That thought made his depression seem even worst and he quickly concentrated on the forest behind his home. The forest had always brought him peace, but now, all he felt was despair.

He shook his head in denial of her comfort. Just sat there shaking his head and repeating "I'm sor . . ." She stopped the words with her hand. She could feel his lower lip trembling. It was too dark to see his eyes, but she knew he was crying. She kissed his eyelids and tasted salt water. She gently enfolded him in her embrace, trying to comfort him.

Several minutes later Roy pulled back, he rested his head on the back of the chair and turned back toward the fire. His face was flushed as much from embarrassment as from the heat. His eyes blurred, and he rubbed them with the heels of his hands.

Roy stared blindly out the window, his eyesight glazed, his body tense. She knew that he had hidden inside his mind once again. There was nothing to say. She kneeled beside him, waiting. This had happened frequently over the past few weeks, and always he had chosen to return to her.

Aline softly spoke to him. "You are a man with many gifts Roy, you are a man who, despite suffering terrible personal loss, has chosen to live and to love and to try again. Please don't shy away from me again. Roy please, allow me to help you to break through this depression."

A wave of protectiveness swept over him, and he touched his lips to her throat. His nostrils flared as he breathed in her scent. Desire lanced through him, and he unconsciously tightened his grip on her waist.

She leaned over and kissed him then, sucking his lower lip into her mouth. Her hand found its way unerringly to his crotch, and she stroked him through the fabric, weighing and measuring the size of his arousal.

He reached out and grabbed her wrist, forcing her hand back down onto his throbbing erection. She gently pulled his pants down and his erection rose to meet her, she rubbed the knob with her palm. It was already slick with moisture, and the friction of her hand encouraged a heavier flow of lubricant.

Aline using both hands, she pulled them slowly up toward the tip. All along the length of him, her nails scraped against his hypersensitive skin, and every nerve ending screamed in reaction. He went plank-stiff, his fingers digging into the leather, as he arched like a bowstring and the arrow between his legs took flight. Creamy liquid spurted out of him in hard bursts, splattering her breasts.

A drop of sweat poised on the end of his nose dropped down onto his lips, and her tongue flicked out to lick up the salty taste of him. She wiped his face with her sleeve. He collapsed on top of her, and she could feel the pounding of his heart. It slowed gradually, and his breathing steadied.

Aline kneeled beside the bed and caressed Roy's cheek, she watched him snuggle deeper into the bed, she smiled and pressed a soft kiss on his temple before leaving him alone and walking to the kitchen to make lunch.

Doctor Latoni had explained to her that the seizures had turned into these episodes where Roy would simply drift into his own world, sometimes it took minutes to bring him back, but other times it could take hours. She sighed and stood at the kitchen window thinking back upon the last episode he had.

He shook his head and continued to gaze into the woods. Aline approached him and gently caressed his cheek. Suddenly Roy tilted sideways, she caught him and gently eased him down onto the floor. His skin was clammy, and his face was stark white. He took in a gasping breath. After a few minutes, his eyes opened,and he stared at her dazedly.

"That's an easy question to answer. Because you've had all you can take. And more. It isn't a matter of strength of will. You're a human being, and your mind and body are going to do what they have to do to survive."

Aline continued to stimulate him, touching, kissing, speaking to him for long periods of time, she would force him to eat, to do the exercises. Aline had been frightened when she could not get him to respond, she had called Doctor Latoni.

"Aline, he is suffering what is called self induced Catatonia. He will not respond until he wants to. I suggest you continue to feed him as usual. Keep up the exercises and if he does not respond to any stimulation in two days I'll give him some medication to force him out."

Aline felt Roy surround her with his arms and woke up swiftly, she felt Roy's shoulders shaking with the tears and she started to caress his hair, His arms were wrapped tightly around her shoulders and neck, as if he could not get close enough to her.

He drew back at last, his eyes somewhat sad. Jade green eyes met dark brown ones. She framed his face with her hands, looking intently into his eyes, which had somehow assumed the color of dark jade. " tell me why you are so sad and crying."

Roy gave a sharp cry and buried his face in the space between her neck and shoulder, his arms unconsciously tightening around her. She could feel the wetness of his tears upon her skin. She could feel the trembling of his hands.

Roy lifted his gaze to meet hers and sniffed softly. He could feel the fear still cursing through his body. He didn't want to be vulnerable, he didn't want to love her, but he did. And it frightened him terribly.

Aline sighed and rolled onto her back, taking him with her. He shifted gently, brushing his cheek against the softness of her breasts. She restlessly raked her fingers through his hair, and she felt his exhalation of breath against her chest.

His fingers sought hers, playing back and forth upon her palm until she responded in kind. Their hands danced together, lacing and threading and intertwining, until Roy stopped the captivating dance with a kiss.

Roy nodded and stared at her, eyes wide, hooded and dark, his face was deathly white. He was drenched in cold sweat. He had begun to shiver softly, Aline was worried for It had taken nearly 30 minutes for him to stop shivering. He had tightened his arms around her then, and allowed his tears to flow freely.

He nuzzled her neck, his lips pausing for only a moment under her chin. She loved the velvety feel of his mouth upon her, and she arched upwards, the peaks of her breasts grazing his chest. She whimpered as he began the journey down, his mouth touching first her navel, then the very heart of her.

She gasped, astonished at the way her body caught fire so quickly. She felt Roy lift her body and pull her pants down. Roy laced their hands together as his head bent over her lower body. His lips caressing the heat of her, his tongue soon slid its way inside. Her hands clenched tightly in his hair as she tried to hold back the inevitable. He released her hands. He lifted her shirt off and gently ran his hands down her body seeking her breast, his fingertips finally closed over her nipple, as he continued to lave the center of her being. When she climaxed, her breathless cries echoed in his ears.

With a shudder, Roy joined their bodies, sliding into her wet heat. For a moment, he was content just to be there. Inside her. Part of her. This was beyond a mere union. It was a coming together of their life forces, their souls swirling restlessly before they became one entity.

Slowly and clumsily Roy began to move, his rhythm was slow, she knew it hurt to move this way and Aline tried to flip him into his back, but he tightened his hold on her and shook his head.

His breath caught as he climaxed, pouring himself like honey into her waiting vessel. They entered free fall together, lamenting the brevity of the upward journey, but knowing it would be attempted again. Soon.

The next morning Aline woke to find Roy sitting up in bed. She glanced over at Roy. His eyes were wide, green pools of unshed tears. She placed her hand on his cheek and turned him to face her. The movement caused the tears to overflow and run down his cheek. She wiped them away with the back of her hand. He stared at her unblinkingly as more filled his eyes. "I could drown in his gaze," she thought.

Aline straddled his lap and gently kissed his lips, and cheeks. His eyes closed, and she kissed the lids, smoothing the hair back from his damp forehead. His breathing deepened, slowed and she realized he had drifted off, taking refuge from pain in sleep.

Sensing that this respite would be short-lived, she remained by his side, sinking down onto the carpet beside the bed, staring into the flames. She didn't remember falling asleep but was awakened abruptly by the sound of hoarse cries, Roy was dreaming again. Over the past few months, as their intimacy had increased, she had become somewhat inured to his occasional outbursts in his sleep.

She had developed the habit of stroking his arm or his cheek gently until he subsided, often without ever waking. This time, however, was different. His cries began to take on an even more frantic tone - higher in pitch, more of a wail than a shout. At this point she felt compelled to wake him, and grabbing his face in both hands, she called loudly, "Roy! Wake up! It's Aline! Wake up now!"

His eyes snapped open, wide as saucers, but blind to her presence. She could tell the moment he remembered what had happened. His cries stopped abruptly, but the resulting silence was almost as devastating. His mouth remained open, at first a perfect "O" which, as she watched, began to tremble and dissolve, becoming only one facet of the overall mask of grief contorting his features. He wrapped his arms around her waist, squeezing her tightly, as if he were trying to crawl inside her. He took one long, gasping breath, and released it in sob after sob, his entire body convulsing as she held his head tightly to her breast, rocking them both gently back and forth, whispering her love for him. Eventually, the storm passed, leaving them exhausted. Sobs became occasional hiccups.

His hold on her loosened and he lifted his head, staring at her with naked need. All shields were down, and she was frightened by the intensity of his gaze. He lifted one hand and stroked away the tears from her own cheeks, but made no further move. She could feel his hands shaking softly. He stared at her waiting to see what she would do.

She pushed him back against the pillows. As she lay on top of him she could feel his erection hot and hard beneath her. She rubbed him vigorously, and he moaned softly as he swelled rapidly beneath her hand, pressing against the tight confines of the pajama pants he wore. Frantically, she pulled them down and released him into her waiting grasp. He sighed with relief, but his sigh turned into a longer, deeper groan as she began to milk him rhythmically, stroking his engorged penis with one hand while circling the tip with her damp thumb.

The sensation was incredible. Pleasure and pain so blended that he wasn't sure he could survive the onslaught. Having breached his emotional armor, Aline held sway over his physical control as well, and almost before he was aware of it, he had thrust violently into her only twice before ejaculating on the down stroke, half in, half out of her, like a hot teenager. To his chagrin, the burning, pulsing stream of white fluid smeared her thighs and his.

"Don't. You don't have anything to be sorry for," she said. "Roy, I love you like this, don't you realize that your lack of control is the best gift you've ever given me?" Then, dipping her fingers into the moisture on his thigh, she stared intently at him as she slowly and deliberately sucked each one clean, finally running her tongue over her lips in appreciation. "Yum, you taste wonderful." With each sucking motion, he had hardened more and more violently, until, at her final comment, his erection lurched upward, the veined underside presenting itself in a position of utmost arousal. As the silted entrance to his urethra contracted and expanded, oozing pre-ejaculate onto his belly button.

He looked down at himself in surprise, groaning in reaction to the extreme pressure of his blood-filled penis as Aline began to lick its underside from base to tip, swirling her tongue over the knob, then pressing and pulling his cock downward, only to release it suddenly just for the thrill of watching his erection spring back to its original stand. Each time she pressed it back down, and each time his cock rebounded, he thought he would come apart at the seams.

Electric shocks jolted him, and he gripped the sheets tightly in both fists, huffing and grunting as he desperately tried to delay the coming explosion. Aline could tell the end was imminent, for she could feel his buttocks tighten and see his scrotum drawing up. Just as he was about to erupt, she broke all contact, leaving him on the edge of the precipice. His eyes widened as he realized the choice she was giving him, plead for her help or suffer the agony alone.

"Please Aline, I'm begging you, help me!" She watched him intently, noting the sweat on his forehead, his rapid gasps for air, and his tongue licking parched lips. He arched his neck and strained upward toward her, desperate for her touch.

How could she resist! But, in order to allow him entry, she had to straddle him backward, due to the acute angle of his erection. Slowly, she lowered herself onto him, then withdrew until he almost popped out again. He felt the warm wet glove envelope his hypersensitive tip, her own internal contractions milking him deliciously.

As she rocked back and forth on top of him, the pressure shifted as well, rubbing first the tip then the back side of his penis. The change in rhythm brought him to an even greater level of excitement, one which he had not believed possible. He tightened one buttock, then the other, desperate for completion, and finally grabbed her tightly around the hips, pulling himself into a half-sitting position, which only tightened the pressure on his cock as it inflated within her. Hunched forward against her buttocks, he wailed out his release as he emptied himself into her. On and on it shot out of him,- just when he thought he could have no more to spend, another spasm would overtake him and another jet of sperm would force its way from his body into hers, in a blind race for the grand prize. Life calling to itself on the most elemental level.

Finally, it was over. All he felt now was an overwhelming lassitude. Aline felt him soften inside her, and she heard his deep sigh of contentment as he released her waist and fell back onto the pillows. She gently disengaged and turned to find him already asleep, eyelids fluttering in time to the aftershocks in his penis as his overburdened system tried to regulate itself.

"His strings are still twanging," she said to herself, borrowing a colorful phrase from one of the 'locals' from the small Louisiana town she had lived for eighteen years. She took his arm and pulled him gently toward her, cushioning his head on her breasts.

Roy stared at Aline as she slowly walked toward him. His chest tightened and his breathing became shallow. He didn't believe in love at first sight, or at least he never did before. The intensity of his feelings scared him, yet they excited him as well. He reached out and she gently smiled and placed her hand in his.

Aline kneeled before him and smiled. He moved nearer to her and placed his hands on her shoulders, capturing her between his arms. Without a word, he leaned down and touched his lips to hers, tentatively at first, as if he were waiting for her to decide how far to take it.

They gasped and pulled away, staring deeply into each other's eyes mesmerized. Roy shivered and tightened his grasp on Aline's hand. His heart pounded inside his chest, he could barely breathe as the emotions cursing through his body became intensified.

Roy stared deeply into her eyes and sighed, nodding he allowed Aline to help him to climb in bed. He sat on the edge of the bed until she gently shoved him back onto the pillow, lifting his legs and covering him. She went around to the other side and got into bed. As soon as she settled, he turned toward her spoon-fashion, his arms around her waist. She put her hands over his and nestled back against him, feeling his breath soft against her neck.

Several days later. Roy wheeled himself to the inside of the kitchen doorway but could go no further. He watched her through the haze of soft candle light as she sang along with Celine Dion and went through her preparations for dinner. If she isn't the most beautiful creature God put on this Earth then I don't know what is, he thought.

He came up behind her, put his arms around her waist and pulled her into his lap. He trailed soft kisses from the nape of her neck to her ear. She wrapped her arms around his neck, still holding on to the salad tongs. He brushed his lips back and forth against hers, teasing her, daring her to press her lips against his.

She teased him back, running her tongue along his bottom lip, but still resisting a kiss. He lost the battle and took her mouth in his with white hot passion. She dropped the salad tongs to the floor. Their tongues encircled each other's. Their hands caressed each other. Their lips enveloped each other's. Their souls were intertwined in an arc of energy.

He turned and wheeled them both to the spare bedroom which he had been using since returning home. A soft aura of candle light illuminated the bed as he laid her down, he pushed himself to kneel next to her, never breaking their kiss.

She tugged at his shirt, desperate to feel his skin. Her hands found the sculpted muscles of his back and she kneaded the flesh between her fingers. Roy moaned when her hands made their way to the front of his pants and found the zipper that held him captive.

He slipped his hand beneath her dress and cupped her bottom as he positioned himself next to her on the bed. Aline straddled him and he pressed her thighs against him and suckled her nipples through the silk of her dress.

They both decided at the same moment that the clothes had to go, so in a frenzy of arms and legs, they removed their own and each other's garments until their bare skin met in a joyous reunion.

He nuzzled her breasts until her nipples were taut and tender. He couldn't get enough of feeling her skin beneath the sensitive pads of his fingertips. He felt the inner essence of her soul as he did when he ran his hands along a virgin piece of stone.

Aline shifted her hips and spread her legs out, linking her ankles around Roy's thighs. She pushed her softness against him in a wordless plea for him to fill her. He entered her with abandonment and began the slow, rhythmic motion that took them both back to another place and time. To another night. To another lifetime. Time past melded with time present as they reached the pinnacle of their passion. Roy's Jade green eyes looked into Aline's brown eyes and they saw their destinies sealed, the prophecy fulfilled. They clung to each other until their bodies stilled, reluctant to let go of the magic.

"Roy listen, you must not force your body to function like normal yet, you need allot of physical therapy and long hours of painful exercises to recover fully. Even if your paralysis is psychosomatic your body still needs to take it slow."

One morning, nine days after the new exercises began, Roy sat in the tub, taking his customary bath when a seizure attacked, he was unable to do anything as his body lurched forward and he was immersed under water.

Aline left Rodrick and Doctor Latoni in the living room and walked to the bedroom to help Roy finish his bath, as she entered the bathroom she saw the water splashing and realized Roy was seizing once again, she immediately screamed for Rodrick and rushed to pull Roy's shaking body out of the water, she pulled his head out and waited until the seizure passed before attempting to drag him out of the tub, Rodrick and Latoni ran in and watched as Roy's limbs spasmed one last time before laying too still in the tub.

Rodrick rushed toward the living room where Latoni had left his medical bag. Latoni and Aline realized Roy was not breathing, they could see his skin slowly turning purple from lack of oxygen, Aline wrapped her arms under Roy's lax arms and pulled until his body slipped out of the water. Latoni grabbed his legs and they slowly carried him into the bedroom.

Aline stared at Latoni as he slowly turned Roy into his stomach and began to push the water out of his lungs. As the last of the water slipped out of his mouth with some blood Aline cried out softly. Latoni turned Roy unto his back and Aline began to breathe for Roy, it started to become more difficult for the air to enter his lungs as time passed but Aline breathed in as best as she could, she was starting to feel lightheaded from the force she had to use to get the air into his depleted lungs.

Rodrick rushed in with the oxygen canister and Latoni pushed Aline aside, placing the oxygen mask over Roy's mouth and nose he began to force air into Roy's depleted lungs. Soon Roy's lungs were reinflated and he called Rodrick to help him lay Roy back on the bed. As they settled Him in bed he began to shake softly. Aline climbed in bed and wrapped her arms around him, softly crooning to him as her other hand covered her abdomen softly.

Latoni smiled and dragged Rodrick out of the room. "Leave them alone, your brother will be fine. Just keep an eye on him. If he has any trouble breathing or begins to cough up blood call me."

Roy sat in the living room, after his last severe seizure he had started to withdraw inside himself and not speak as much, he became difficult and would not cooperate with the necessary exercises to help him recover, Latoni noticing his decline became worried. For weeks he had been responding well to the therapy but suddenly after his brush with death he had stopped responding and his cooperation was becoming less each day.

"Listen Aline, he seems to be in a self induced catatonic state again. We need to do anything to bring him out of it quickly." Latoni explained as he checked Roy out once again. He sighed noticing that Roy was completely oblivious to the world around him.

Roy looked around, wondering where he was. This was not his home and he found himself completely alone. He found himself stumbling through a dark alley, his gait beginning to weave. He could feel the blood oozing down his leg.

He placed a tentative hand across his abdomen, not to stop the blood flow as he knew it would be a futile act, but more to support the pain that had gripped him like a vice. He looked around through the darkness, not sure if it was darker in this section of the alley or if his grasp at remaining conscious was weakening.

He leaned with his back against a wall and let himself slide down slowly, knees drawn up tight against his chest; arm still tucked across his abdomen. He shuddered as he reflected on his life…How long…how long had it been since he was really alive.

"I'm so tired…"he said out loud in a whisper of a voice…"tired of being alone." He lay his head back against the wall and the tears began to fall. He hadn't cried in a long time. For the first time in his life he cried for himself. He never realized that this was not real, that it was another hallucination that his overburdened brain had devised to torture him.

Aline walked into the living room and gently kissed his lips. She sat beside him and tried to make him respond. She wanted to tell him her secret so badly, but she had been told by Doctor Latoni that the news of her pregnancy could either bring him around or completely send him into a catatonic state that he might not come out of.

Aline grabbed Roy's hand wanting him to look at her and as she did so she heard a gasp. She stared at the man wanting to comprehend what was wrong, she heard another gasp and watched his eyes roll into the back of his head and he crumbled forward against her....Aline gently lowered him to the floor, wrapping her arms around his waist she placed his head on her breasts. His skin was pale as alabaster and getting colder as his breathing became more erratic.

Aline had decided right then to tell Roy, she gently kissed his lips once again and then softly placed his limp hand over her abdomen. "Please Roy, don't leave us now. We need you." She whispered against his temple.

She felt Roy's hand tighten against her abdomen and she looked down. Roy's eyelashes fluttered open and he slowly lifted his gaze up to meet hers. She gasped at the absolute unguarded look in his eyes. Roy took a deep breath and whispered softly "Ma biche."

Roy slowly opened his eyes and immediately seeked Aline's eyes, they looked at each other and he smiled softly, Aline squeezed his hand as she leaned over and her lips brushed over his lightly, until he threaded his fingers through her silken tresses, cupped the back of her head and pulled her closer. Roy's tongue played with her lips, seeking entry and like the blossoming petals of a flower, she opened to him, allowed him to sweep inside her mouth and taste her, as she tasted him.

Aline gazed into Roy's jade Green eyes and sighed. "You've been unresponsive for two weeks, you had a seizure in the tub and almost drowned. You've been unresponsive ever since." she lowered her eyes toward their clasped hands and sighed.

On one of those occasions when he stumbled, Aline tightened her hold on him and looked into his eyes. Her eyes shone with love and devotion for him, she softly slipped her hand in his and squeezed, "Everything's going to be all right."

Roy was exhausted. Aline had not been sleeping well the past week. And when his beloved couldn't sleep, neither could he. They lay on their sides, spoon-fashion, Roy facing the window, Aline resting her chin on his shoulder.

Roy sighed and rolled over in bed. Aline kissed him. "Thank you, love."By the time she awkwardly managed to shift herself onto her other side, she was almost breathless. She was big for six months of pregnancy, and the added weight was high on her body, making it hard to breathe at times.

He blinked sleepily, his green eyes quietly reacting to the word and the subsequent mental picture it shot to his brain. Groaning low in his throat, he shook his head. "Soleil, you're six months pregnant, for God's sake."

He did. He was probably more frustrated than she was. And he couldn't say he liked the idea of not making love to his fiancé for five more months. But he wasn't an animal. He wasn't bent on having his way with her no matter what.

Without a word, he slid out of bed and stood up. Stretching his arms over his head, he rubbed his bare chest. All he was wearing was a pair of cotton pajama bottoms, so worn they were nearly see-through, so low-slung, his pelvic bones were showing.

He helped Aline arrange herself more comfortably on her back, placing pillows at strategic points to cushion her back and hips. After sliding her panties down her legs, Roy carefully spread her legs, gently bending her knees. Aline started to giggle.

He spread open the heart of her, finding the bundle of nerves at the top with his tongue, like a blind man seeking the light. He took the tiny nub in his mouth and suckled it, making it grow more and more swollen. Aline panted. His tongue was so wet, such a wave of sweet heat overcame her, until she thought she would expire from sensation.

Again and again, he worked at the little nub until she was ready to climax. Then, as he felt her begin to tremble, he plunged his tongue inside the very heart of her, simulating the act of love he could not bring himself to perform with her.

He nibbled lightly on her nub while pushing one, then two, fingers inside her core. As she finally lost control, grabbing at the bed covers. Roy eased another finger into the cleft between her buttocks, and he could feel the rhythmic throbbing of her climax on his tongue.

She sighed with deep relaxation, and Roy smiled. She would be able to sleep now. So would he. He hoped. He got up and went into the bathroom. Returning with a towel, he gently rubbed at her center until it was clean and dry.

He lay back on the bed, next to her, listening to her breathing even out as she drifted off to sleep. She was so beautiful, his Aline. He slid a hand inside his pajama bottoms, covering his arousal. He needed to relax, too. What about me, he wanted to cry, but that would have been selfish. And Roy was not a selfish man.

He closed his eyes, but sleep eluded him. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been so frustrated, he'd been reduced to using his own hand. But making love to his beloved without satisfying himself left him feeling almost desperate for release. He could still taste her on his tongue. Her sweetness.

Unwittingly, his hand continued to stroke and rub his arousal, and he grew impossibly hard. Maybe he would just masturbate until he came. He slid his pajama bottoms down over his hips and his arousal sprang free. He rubbed the silken tip of his arousal, slick with moisture now, and tried not to utter a sound. Suddenly embarrassed that he was behaving like an adolescent. Roy rolled over onto his side, facing away from Aline. God, he hurt so bad now. The ache felt much worse than before.

He buried his face in his pillow and tried to deep-breathe his heightened state of arousal away. To no avail. Suddenly an arm, much softer than his own, wrapped itself around his waist. A hand slid down over his still-rigid arousal, and he gasped.

He released his grip on her hand, and she stroked the length of his arousal slowly. "So hot, Roy." She pushed his hair aside with her nose and her mouth, to kiss the nape of his neck. He wanted to protest what she was doing to him, but the truth was, he couldn't stop her to save his life. He turned, rolling onto his back, allowing her easier access to his increasingly hard arousal. He tried to stop from moving, but his hips kept arching forward, trying to force a faster rhythm.

Because he wanted to kiss her. His lips met hers, his tongue nudging open her mouth, and for a moment, it seemed as though he would overpower her, his tongue seeking hers, to duel, to mate. But reason reasserted itself in Roy's brain, and he broke off the kiss, gasping for breath.

His hand grasping the side of her face, Roy brushed his mouth lightly across Aline's lips, teasing, tantalizing both of them. Meanwhile, Aline began stroking Roy's arousal, up and down, back and forth, faster and harder. A surprised gasp escaped Roy's lips, and she knew that his climax was approaching. Quickly.

Despite her awkward girth, she managed to close most of the distance between her body and Roy's. Just as he began to come, she hooked her leg over his hip, forcing him to ejaculate against the dark red-blond curls protecting her femininity. If she could not have him inside her, she would still feel his hot life's essence dampening the thatch between her legs. The feel of that hot wetness between her legs brought Aline to climax again, even more intensely than the first time. Roy panted against her neck, pressing a warm, wet kiss to the base of her throat.

"Oh, Soleil." He couldn't form a more coherent thought than that, but he knew that she felt the same way. The bond between them strengthened everyday, sometimes in the most unexpected ways.

She touched herself, gasping at the way she still pulsed, little aftershocks betraying the significance of the main event. Her finger coated with Roy's essence, she licked her finger, then suckled it, as if it were his now-sated member. "Now I taste like you."

Roy watched her with hot green eyes, then grasped her wrist, directing her finger into his own mouth. Suckling her finger, in the same manner as she had, Roy replied. "Now we taste like each other."

Heaving a contented sigh, Aline snuggled closer, her abdomen preventing her from getting as close as she wanted. She kissed Roy's bare chest, palming one of his nipples. "I don't suppose we should mention this to Junior."

Aline woke enveloped in Roy's scent, she turned over and reached for him but his side of the bed was empty and cold. She looked around their bedroom but did not see him, she listened for the shower but there was no noise.

She got out of bed slowly, her six month pregnancy big and obstructive, she gently rubbed her abdomen talking to her unborn son. I hope we didn't disturb you too much Luc but you must get used to how your parent's express their love, remember if you feel anything bumping you just know it's daddy and mommy loving each other ok? she felt a gentle movement below her hand she gasped and softly smiled knowing her son approved of his parent's love.

Roy lifted his gaze to watch his Fiancé, she was so precious, a true gift from god, he had loved Celine for so long that when he first started to love Aline he felt like he was cheating on Celine, but then he had felt Aline's love for him and all thoughts of Celine fluttered away with the breeze.

A soft gasp brought him out of his reverie and he pivoted toward her, he then saw her smile and was about to retreat when Aline stood, her massive abdomen making it difficult for her petite frame to gain any balance, he watched as Aline tilted to the side and almost fell, he gently reached his hand and grabbed her elbow, she turned her face to his and smiled. " Thanks Roy I seem to be a klutz today "

Roy shook his head and rushed to fix breakfast. After he finished cooking he slowly returned to the bedroom and stood outside the shower watching Aline wash her abdomen, she lifted her gaze and smiled. "Want to wash him?"

Roy looked at her and smiled, taking the sponge he gently rubbed the soap laden sponge over her expansive abdomen, thanking god silently for the miracle of his child, he lifted tear filled eyes to her and she wiped those tears away gently.

Roy stepped away and brought the towel to her, she got out of the shower and he wrapped her in it's warmth as he lifted her and took her to the bed, there he began to softly towel dry her body slowly.

He stopped in his ministrations and sat back admiring Aline, his heart filled with such tenderness for her and their child, he felt like life could not get better. He smiled as he gently reached out his hand to touch her swollen abdomen and laughed as his son decided it was time to play. He felt a soft movement and lifted his tear filled gaze to Aline's face, her eyes were closed, and her breathing was even, he knew she had fallen asleep, he gently leaned in and kissed her abdomen whispering softly to his child. " Je t'ame mon fil."

Aline turned in his embrace and gazed into Roy's eyes and felt his body tremble with the love he felt for her, she smiled and kissed his soft lips, Roy felt his son move around and smiled against her mouth. "I think he wants to come out and play Aline."

Aline kissed his lips once again and disentangled herself from his embrace, she walked to their bedroom and sat on the bed, she lifted her arms toward Roy and he kneeled before her, surrounding her with his arms and nuzzling her neck with his nose, he breathed in her scent.

Roy lifted his gaze to lock with hers and in that moment his heart stopped, Aline looked so angelic with her long red-gold hair down and her deep brown eyes shining like diamonds, he gasped and let his heart speak for him.

Suddenly Aline gasped as she grabbed her abdomen, Roy looked at her and knew it was time. He stood and rushed to get the suticase, he opened the garage and dropped the suitcase into the backseat. Then rushed to the house and carried Aline to the car. He climbed in the driver's seat and quickly drove to the clinic in St. Donat.

Several hours later Roy paced the clinic's waiting room, his mother, brother and sister filled the other chairs. He was becoming worried for Aline had been in labor for nine hours now and he had not been allowed to be with her.

Roy looked at the doctor and felt relief for his eyes showed calm and tranquility. His eyes darted around the room, it was filled with a refrigerator, a television set and VCR, and what looked suspiciously to Roy like a large hot tub stood in the corner hidden by a large screen.

"Aline I need you to push hard with the next contraction all right?" Doctor Marouche squeezed her hand lightly as Aline nodded and proceeded to bare down as the next contraction took over her delicate body.

Roy could not take her pain any longer, he moved her to rest on the pillow and stood walking to the fridge he took a cold bottle of water and opened it, taking a long drink he watched Aline follow his every move.

"Roy " Aline begged as another contraction cursed through her body, she lifted her hand to beg for his and he obliged, taking her sweat drenched hand in his cool one he lifted her and slipped behind her.

Doctor Marouche took a seat before Aline and checked if there was any more progress, he felt the baby's head and smiled. "Aline the baby is crowning I need you to slow down a bit all right? Don't push until I tell you please."

"Aline stop, I need you to take deep breaths the head is out but we still need to get the body out. " he noticed her paleness and her agitated state and worried about her, she was very small and had spent over sixteen hours delivering this baby. He slowly turned the baby's shoulders and held it while the baby slipped slowly out of Aline.

Roy took the scissors and gently squeezed until the cord was cut, he heard his son cry one more time before settling in. Roy took the baby's hand and checked him completely, the boy had dark hair and light gray eyes, he smiled as his son slowly yawned and closed his eyes.

Roy stood behind her in the old fashioned bathtub, complete with a ringed shower curtain and long necked shower head. The bathroom's gas heater glittered with blue and yellow flames, and two, slender candles cast pale, wavering haloes of light upon the walls. The rest of the house was dark. It gave them both a feeling of total solitude, as if they were the only two people left on Earth.

Aline felt him, hot and hard against her buttocks and rubbed playfully against him. Roy responded by crossing one arm across her breasts and pulling her closer. She continued to entice him, lifting on her toes and lowering herself again until she felt his mood shift abruptly from playful to serious and he turned her in his arms to kiss.

"Roy . . ." Aline's head fell back as his mouth came down against her throat, hot and hungry as the rest of his body. His mouth tugged gently at her breasts, then continued down, skimming across her belly, as he knelt before her.

“Yes,” to the intimate kiss, the warmth of his tongue shattering her existence. “Yes,” to the security of his arms around her hips holding her up. “Yes,” as she fell off the edge of the world into his embrace.

Aline clung to Roy like he was the only fixed point in the universe as he finally eased his body into hers. Advance and retreat, warmth into warmth, in the ageless ritual of lovers. Giving and taking in one exquisite final act. She wept as she felt him groan and spill his heat inside her.

They clung to each other like this was the last night of their lives, Roy snuggled beside Aline, while his shaft was still inside her. Aline turned in his embrace and wrapped her arms around him and the slowly drifted off to sleep listening to each other's ragged breathing.

The soft wailing of her son woke Aline, she sighed and dragged herself from under Roy, she gently kissed his brow as he settled onto his stomach his favorite position to sleep in, she smiled and walked to the nursery.

Roy turned over and stretched his arm to wrap it around Aline but encountered nothing, he snapped his eyes open and looked around the room, Aline was no where near, he slowly sat up and listened, he could hear the soft music in the nursery and got out of bed. Wrapping the sheet around his lean hips he walked to the nursery and stood at the door watching as Aline laid their son in his crib, he made his way to Aline and wrapped his arms around her waist.

Aline moaned as Roy slowly kissed her while his hand traveled down to cup her mound, she was ready, he pushed her lace panties aside and slipped a finger inside her while his thumb played with her clit.

Aline laid in Roy's embrace after her climax, she could fell his need throbbing against her thigh and she slowly slipped her hand underneath the sheet and wrapped her fingers around Roy's shaft, it felt like steel wrapped in silk, she started to caress him until his hand stopped hers.

"Please let me love you like you deserve Roy." she kissed him passionately until he moaned and pulled flush against him, his shaft throbbed painfully between them and she gently took it in her hands and slipped it inside, he gave one soft push and sheathed himself inside of her. It feels like coming home, I belong here. Roy mussed as he started to grind his hips to Aline's, they made love slowly, passionately.

Aline played with Roy's scrotum as he flipped them over and he started to grind his hips harder and faster, she could feel his climax approaching swiftly and started to meet his thrusts until he arched his back and with a gasp of pleasure he emptied his seed inside Aline and she followed him into bliss a few seconds later he laid on top of Aline, both of them sated and content.