John looked down at Alex as she reached for Fred - if nothing else, that certainly seemed to prove that this child was both of theirs. And John still wasn't completely sure how he felt. There was something familiar about holding the baby, but at the same time, it was a baby. Up until an hour ago, it seemed, he had thought he was in high school and was thinking about going to prom with Nancy.
But this woman was pressing against his hand, and she felt so soft, and he found himself wondering what it was like to be with her. He'd heard about it from other classmates and had thought he'd find out with Nancy. Had he? He didn't even know, it was so confusing. Especially since he was finding himself much more enthralled in the woman who was apparently his wife than he'd ever been with anyone.
So when she took his hand and led him to the back, he went along. There were pictures there, pictures that showed the two of them together, like the pictures of his parents and grandparents that he had seen growing up. He was staring at them when he heard Fred talking, so blinking, he looked over at her. "I think so too. And I don't remember either. I kind of thought..."
Before he could finish, he felt Fred's lips on his and groaned as a shudder ran through him. He'd never experienced a kiss like this before, at least he thought, especially when she began French kissing him, but his body seemed to know how to react to her, his hands coming up to tangle in her hair.
When they finally parted, he felt like he'd been robbed of his breath. "Wow," he murmured before looking down at himself and blushing when he saw that he had started to harden. "Um...oh man...I'm...I'm sorry..."