Caress, Pants; British Love, Boston Affection
July, 1749.
“Are you blushing, Welcome?” Martha asked, than tapped her husband’s nose playfully with a finger.
“What if I am?” he asked and returned her smile.
She reached below the covers and rubbed his skin tenderly. “We should decide on two names. One for a boy and one for a girl.”
“Yes,” Welcome agreed. He had no intention of halting his wife’s touch below the waist. Her hand was now stroking the upper thigh just barely above his private area. It aroused him a little, and Welcome eagerly snuggled closer.
“That wasn’t much help,” Martha laughed.
“Do we have to decide now? I am enjoying the moment,” he replied honestly.
Martha laid her head on top of Welcome’s chest and thought dreamingly for a few seconds before answering. “A young lady would add spice and sunshine.”
“I see your mind is elsewhere now and our lovemaking has concluded.” That fact however, did not derail Welcome’s emotions. Instead, with his free left hand, he wiped the sweat along his forehead and then scratched under his neck. Both were warm and sticky. Even the cotton covers clung in between his legs. They itched too but Welcome ignored the distraction and focused on the more involved subject. “Whilst a girl would be accepting, I prefer a brother.”
“Are you remembering your childhood?” she asked and then frowned.
He shook his head immediately. “I have no intention on embarking down that path.”
“But I recall you longed for a brother in your youth,” Martha said softly to him.
“Correction,” Welcome smiled who warmed up to the notion. “I wished to have a son that thought of his father as more than a disciplinary figure. I shall be blessed if a boy is born.”
“We will be blessed,” she retorted and swatted the top of his shoulder lightly, while her left remained under the covers.
“Yes, that is true,” he grinned. “However,” Welcome thought aloud and the expression he had was replaced with a grim one. “We shall not name the boy after my father, understood?”
“Welcome, someday you will have to come to terms with your past and reveal it. It might help to mend deep wounds.”
“But it has no place now or ten years in time. What say you consider the names of our first born with me if the Lord grants us a child and cease poking those old wounds of mine.” With a thumb, Welcome pinched Martha’s right cheek lightly and produced a thin smile.
“As you wish,” Martha sighed. “If is girl is to be born, how do you feel about naming her after your mother?”
“Patience is a fine name but I prefer a boy instead,” Welcome said stubbornly.
“So you have said already.”
“And I shall say it again. I want a son.”
“Is there a name for this imaginary child?” Martha chuckled.
“Do not mock me, my woman,” Welcome scoffed.
“How about Jonathan, after my father?”
“I believe that might be an insult to his name, yes?”
“He is right out front, how could that possibly be an insult?”
“Yes, but Jonathan has been dead for quite some amount of years. Having a living Jonathan treading over the grave of a dead Jonathan is most morbid and unacceptable, if you ask my opinion.”
“Well, if you’re so right in the ways of naming, why not suggest a few?” Martha frowned.
“I have had a certain amount of an attraction to ‘Samuel,’” Welcome said instantly.
Martha thought about the suggestion a few minutes before responding. “Samuel Garrison,” she said aloud, than one more time. “It does have a certain appeal.”
Welcome nodded and then kissed the top of his wife’s head. “Then it is settled. The name Samuel if a boy is to bless us and Patience if a girl is born.”
“I knew there was some intelligence left up in that empty shell,” Martha laughed teasingly.
“Empty shell indeed!” Welcome hooted. “Shall we continue?” he asked eagerly, than winked afterwards.
Welcome and Martha remained in their bed, under the covers for another hour. During this period of love and affection, the thought of a son filled Welcome’s heart with a profound amount of joy. To father a child of his own… He closed his eyes tight and rested his forehead on top of her breasts, thinking of the future.
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