Fifteen minutes was how long it took to drive between their houses - Becca made it in ten. Not even bothering to knock, she burst in the door and practically threw herself at Carol's prone body, hugging her tight. "Thankyouthankyouthankyou," the young woman said into her shoulder.
After a second, Becca pulled away and saw the state Carol was in. "You're crying!" She looked up behind Carol, shock on her face. "She's crying! Why are you crying? Aren't you happy?"
"Are you okay, Mom?" came Andy's voice behind her.
Carol's sobs picked up. She didn't want to see her son right then. Couldn't. But there was no way to say it, so she simply cried, hoping they would go away.
"Mom," Andy said, coming around the couch to sit down on the edge in front of her. "What's going on?"
Unable to hold it in any longer, she just let it all out, hoping they'd go away. "It's all over! You're going back to your wife, and I'm just going to be here all alone, getting fat and ugly, with no one!"
"No," Becca said firmly. "You're not."
"No, Mom. You're not." Andy stood up and went to the door, and Carol heard wheels dragging. "Becca's been planning. You're not going to be alone. In fact, you'll probably wish you were, before long."
Carol sat up to see Andy dragging two large suitcases.
He gestured with them. "These have been packed since the first weekend I stayed over."
She wiped her face, the tears drying up. "I suppose...I suppose you could stay in your room. The bed's not that big, but we could get a bigger one for you."
Andy looked at his wife. "It's your idea," he told her.
Becca said, "I've seen his old room, and a bigger bed won't really fit. I'll stay in his bed, and he can sleep in yours...if that's okay."
Carol looked between them, confused.
"I've seen the way you two look at each other. Andy is so happy now. My baby is growing in your tummy, and I think you need him...I don't mind if you keep lifting your skirt, seeing as I can't."
Ignoring the odd turn of phrase, Carol said, "What about your needs? Have you thought about...?"
Becca blushed furiously. "I have. Andy and I spoke about it. We are not making any changes in our lives." She looked up at her husband with adoring eyes.
"None? Not even experimenting a little? Finding a nice woman to kiss?"
"None."
"If you change your mind," Andy said.
"I won't!" shouted Becca. "Just drop it."
Carol reached for her daughter in law, pulling her close. "We love and accept you as you are," she whispered into her ear. Becca's rigid body softened, and she returned the hug briefly.
"Thank you," she said, calmer. "Can we get to unpacking? I need to get some lunch going, and my bed won't make itself."
"I can handle lunch, you just settle in," suggested Carol.
Becca gave her a stern look. "I cannot be firmer with this. Your entire job is to rest and grow my daughter. I will be taking over the household chores, with Andy's help. His job is to ensure you are relaxed and happy, and if I hear you're not, there will be hell to pay."
"Yes, Ma'am," quipped Carol, with a smile. Her daughter-in-law's timidity when it came to sex was matched by her fire when it came to anything else.
"Good, now is there anything you need? Tea? Back rub? Andy can run you a bath."
Carol felt an inane urge to giggle, but stifled it. "Um, I think I'm okay for now. I might just go for a walk...sort out my head. This is all new."
"Excellent idea. Exercise is good for the baby." With that, Becca grabbed her bag and headed upstairs, leaving Carol with her son.
Carol's head was reeling with the sudden changes to her life and home, but was still concerned about her son's marriage. "You two spoke? About what, exactly?"
Andy shrugged. "She told me about what happened in the mall. She said it was nice, but that she loved me. She kissed me, which she hasn't done in a while, but ran out of the room right after, which is par for the course."
"Is this okay with you? This whole thing?" She gestured to his suitcase.
"You know it is, but if you want me to say it..." He leaned in and spoke in her ear, low and slow, "I can't wait to see our baby grow in your tummy as I wake up next to you each morning. If it's possible for you to get double knocked up, well, I'll be trying for that, too."
Carol had always thought swooning was a made up thing, but her son's words and voice made her world tilt for a second. She stood and stepped in close, slinking her arms around his chest. She kissed him, deep and long, and all she could think about was the new life growing in her womb, planted by her son's virile seed. Planted by the thick cock now pressing against her - an awkward cough from the direction of the stairs broke the spell.
"Sorry," Carol said, as she let her son go, cheeks burning.
"It's, um, to be expected, I just didn't think so soon..." Becca said, standing at the bottom stair. Her face and ears were red.
Carol realized she had no idea how long her daughter-in-law had been watching. "I guess we should establish some boundaries."
"This is all about you," Becca stressed. "If you need a kiss to feel better, you can have a kiss. If I have a problem, I'll leave."
"That's not okay, you'll be living here too! Andy and I can control ourselves. If I need a kiss, I'll ask him to...I don't know, help me with a lightbulb in the bedroom."
"There's only so many lightbulbs in there," Becca said, her mouth quirking in a smile.
"What if Becca needs a kiss?" Andy asked.
Carol looked at the young woman, expecting an outburst, but not getting one. "Well, if she needs a kiss, she can ask for help with a lightbulb in her room." She went to get her shoes and coat to go for her walk.
A half hour later, when she got in, Andy and Becca were unpacked and fully at home in her house. Sounds came from the kitchen and the TV room, and she couldn't help but feel a swell of love to hear her home full of life again.
