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Ginger (Tate) Jameson  | 27 | French Canadian | Wife | Mama x2 | Nurse 

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theojameson‌:

Theo knew all about physical therapy, he had done it twice in his life with both of his accidents. So he could sympathize with Ginger on that level and understand how much of a struggle she had every day with it. In saying that Ginger had made a lot of improvement with her therapy to the point that it wasn’t as hard for her. “Well, you know, I did this for a living… some people have terrible form.” he said laughing. Not that he was putting his hands on his clients’ thighs back in the day. But he did have to correct a lot of people and their bad forms. Shaking his head with a smile he gently trapped her legs in between his, letting his hands run along her body. “You also had a good teacher,” Theo was far from boasting about his abilities as a fitness trainer, except he knew what he was talking about when instructing. The sweat had been rolling down her body and he couldn’t resist it. He couldn’t resist in letting his tongue dart out, licking at the sweat on her torso. Before kissing where he licked. “Except out of all the people I had trained in my lifetime… you definitely have been the sexiest one.” Nothing had changed between them. They still managed to be dirty in public. Granted there was no one else in their area so nobody would see but that wasn’t the point. Even after everything, they still didn’t shy away from it. 

Ginger had had enough of a struggle getting back to being able to move properly after having two babies, but the accident had been a whole new ballgame. It had been painful and discouraging, but having him by her side was what got her through. She snorted softly, “Mmm, and were you feeling up clients back then too? Or is that just me?” She sucked in a breath as he trapped her legs and she gave a chesty laugh, “Oh is that so? I wonder what else you could teach me...” she said, her voice soft in the small workout room. She was about to throw another witty retort when she felt his tongue against her skin. She parted her lips softly and the air got caught in her throat, her chest freezing for a moment. She felt those lips curl then as the air came back in a rush - her skin starting to rise with goosebumps. She was quick then, tugging him to his feet and capturing the back of his head with her hand. She pulled them together, resting her nose against his so they were but a hair’s width away from kissing, “I bet you say that to all the girls...” she teased him, before nimbly wrapping her arms around his neck and jumping - knowing he’d catch her. He always did. Her legs curled around his hips and she pressed her lips to his ear, whispering, “Prove it.” 

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For as long as he could remember he was into fitness. That’s how he wound up being a personal trainer along with being an actor when Ginger first met him. He hadn’t woken up one morning and decided he was going to go into the profession. The passion for it had already been there. It was hard to get your figure back so to speak after a couple of kids or if you’ve had an accident – whatever the case may be. Not that there was anything wrong with Ginger’s body but she did get self conscious about it and that’s why he helped her in anyway that he could. If doing this helped her be less self conscious then so be it. While she was bent over in a bit of a squat Theo heard her remark and chuckled. “Hmm only slightly…” he replied. He knew what he was doing, he also was careful to make sure she didn’t drop the bar on her feet. “Besides your form is fine.”

After the accident it had taken a lot of physical therapy for Ginger to get back to where she was. Rehabilitating your body was slow, and it had been frustrating for her. And she still struggled some. Her deadlift was nothing like it used to be, but she was doing just fine. She was proud of herself for that. Plus she was a mom, and her body was more or less the same from before Nicolette -- save a few stretch marks and a fuller figure. She chuckled low in her throat and shook her head, “My form is perfect...” she retorted playfully, pushing her ass back into him to sort of knock him back as she lifted the bar with ease. She dropped it with a sort of grunt and whipped herself around, “See? Perfect form...” she teased, her chest rising and falling a bit more rapidly--and not just because of the weight.

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theojameson‌:

When you used to be a personal trainer there were certain things that you didn’t forget. For instance helping people that you knew get the maximum results from their workout. If they wanted that sort of thing that is. Sometimes people just wanted to work out to let off some steam from the day or week they were having; they weren’t occupied with the results then. But Ginger and himself had been training together for awhile now. It was something they could do together with their busy schedules, only if it was for about an hour or so. He had been helping her get better at her dead lifts at the present moment and while he had never let his hands wander further than the calves on most people; Theo did let his hands wander on his wife. Just a little bit. One there was nobody in the gym to see it happen so he wasn’t going to get into trouble for it. Secondly even if someone saw, he’d simply say that she was his wife. His hand been on her thigh a little too close to her vagina, making sure her legs were at the right width apart. 

Personal training was something Theo had always excelled at. She wasn’t exactly in the best shape of her life after having two babies, but she was rather proud of how far she’d come. She was getting better and now was working towards not just being in shape, but being an athlete of sorts. And her husband was perfect for that. She was working on dead lifts in the quiet of one of the training rooms at the gym, a bit of sweat dripping down her skin. She bent over in a bit of a squat - the form he’d taught her. She had wrapped her fingers around the bar of the weight when she felt his hands slip closer between her thighs. She laughed softly and quirked her lips, a breath slipping out, “Monsieur Jameson, I think your hands are wandering from their job with my form...” she purred softly.

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theojameson:

“Oh sorry for not thinking about having another child with you. Sorry for being realistic about the whole thing at whatever damn time in the morning it is.” How they wound up in an argument was beyond them. They usually could talk things out and see things from each other’s point of view. Right now that wasn’t the case. “You’re acting as if I don’t want to have another child. I never said that. Not once did I say that I didn’t want to have another child. But go ahead and keep thinking that because that’s what you like to do – think the worst. You always have.” They were two different people and while Theo didn’t think the worst in most cases; Ginger definitely did as it was a habit of hers to analyze everything someone said to her. Including him in some cases. Now was a perfect example of that. Getting his work shoes on, he knew that it was going to be a long day. This was going to be on of those days where him and Ginger were going to be at wits end with each other because of their conversation earlier. Yet sometimes you needed to have these fights to gain common ground again. Just they didn’t really have fights.. little ones for sure but not like this. This was taking the cake right now. When he got to work he didn’t have time to ease into his day. Things happened fairly quickly where he was already in route to a call. His mind kept thinking back to the conversation him and Ginger had had earlier. He was trying to think of how to approach her later on, so he could explain himself and his reasonings for why he acted like he did. Except when he got to the accident in question his heart sank. Getting out of the ambulance, Theo ran to the car and immediately started checking to see if she had a pulse. 

“It’s not realistic. It’s pessimistic. There’s a difference.” she’d snap at him. “If we assume that everything will go wrong again it will.” Ginger couldn’t remember the last time they’d had a row like this. It was out of the ordinary, but she was genuinely hurt by what he was saying. She froze when he talked and felt the knife twist in her chest. She was once again calm, “I didn’t realize I always assumed the worst. I guess I’m just a pessimistic ass because I wanted to have a baby. I’m sorry I even asked.” Her tone was ice cold, but there were tears in her eyes. She was aching and there was nothing she could do about it. She didn’t even want to look at him. In the car she was trying to think about where she went wrong - why he’d say those things. She felt like if he’d slapped her it would have hurt less. It was in the middle of these thoughts that she felt the impact. Blinking, she heard a high pitching ringing in her ears. Her vision was blurred and she reached up to see if her glasses were there but whimpered in pain instead. There was blood tricking down her face - she could feel that... And tears were falling pretty steadily from her eyes. The pain was blinding... She couldn’t breathe. She tried to get a deep breath and only felt her chest fight her in response. Everything hurt and she couldn’t begin to place where it was. She was vaguely aware of someone banging on the window and she shakily reached to unlock the door before everything went black. 

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“I carried you while you were bleeding and I couldn’t watch them remove our child from you. I sat out in that waiting room trying to keep myself together – for your sake because if I didn’t, I would’ve been useless to you,” Theo paused and shook his head at her. “I never said what you wanted didn’t matter. I’m talking realistically Ginger. Do you want to go through the pain again of having another child? What about if we can’t have another one? Then what? We’d be trying for something that is not going to happen.” If there was one thing that Theo was, it was that he was too logical. His mind had always worked that way. He didn’t want them to start trying again and it didn’t happen for them. He no longer wanted the coffee that was in his cup. All he wanted was for this stupid argument to be over. Except it was going to be a push and shove scenario, where neither one of them budged on their point of views. Putting the coffee cup in the sink after rinsing it out Theo had turned to Ginger looking pretty pissed off. “You came out of nowhere with the whole conversation in the first place. So what else was I suppose to say? But you go ahead and take the kids to my mother’s house and when I get to work, I’ll try not to look at you – because you know obviously in your mind I don’t want to have another kid with you. When that’s not even what I was implying. That’s fine,” he said making his way to the stairs. “You can go on thinking that honey because you’re going to make up a bunch of reasons inside your head as to why I don’t want another child with you I’m sure of it.”

“No you couldn’t. So we were both alone while my body was rejecting a baby.” she hissed at him. Ginger shook her head, “You didn't have to say it. You’ve made yourself pretty damn clear.” She was angry at him, but she was also in so much pain at the conversation. “Yes. I do. Because all of that pain made Matthieu.” She spoke in that eerie calm once more. She simply sat there, leaning against the counter and gritting her teeth - eyes trained on the kids to make sure they were okay. She whipped her head around to him, “You could have said a load of different things. But questioning my sanity was one of the worst possible things to come out of your mouth.” She snapped at him. Their voices were low so the kids couldn’t hear but the venom and the pain were evident. “Fine. Blame me. Make me out to be the crazy one because god forbid I want another child.” She felt a bite of pain as he said he wouldn't look at her and said she’d come up with reasons. Blinking back angry tears she spoke, “Thanks for making me feel this way. Really. I appreciate it.” Her voice broke finally and she started getting the kids ready. “Mommy... why are you crying?” Nicolette asked with that childlike innocence. Forcing a smile, Ginger shook her head, “Mommy’s okay, mon chouchou. Sometimes mommies cry when they’re stressed. Don’t worry.” She shushed her, stroking back her hair. She collected the kids and got everything in the car. Everything was in her head and honestly it just made her chest hurt. She somehow was blamed for it all... She was the crazy one, the irrational one... Pulling up to Trisha’s she got the kids settled and hugged her mother-in-law, “Thank you. Work is already insane and I think right now they just need grandma time.” She smiled tensely. Then she’d get back in the car, wiping at tears as she headed down the road. It was then that she’d see  headlights heading straight at her. No time to react. Not even brace. 

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theojameson:

“Nicolette is sitting nicely and eating, I’m drinking coffee… Matthieu is the only one you have to keep in line if you think about it.” Of course it was hard to keep two kids in line at times. They both wanted to do different things at the same time and that’s when you needed them to take a nap soon the most. Just so you could gain a bit of your sanity back. “Dumping food out when you’re a kid is pretty fun and if it makes your parents mad, that’s even better – so he’s doing everything right.” he said with a laugh. He had been sipping on his coffee when she started making her case for another child. For one thing Theo didn’t know how to tell her what he was feeling about the topic without making it seem like he was axing the idea. The second thing was he was thinking back on what they went through to have a second child in the first place. Things hadn’t been so smooth with it. “It’s not even about the age gap honey. It’s about the fact of all the crap that we went through to have Matthieu in the first place. Do you remember how hard that was? Do you remember how shattered we were when you miscarried? Now you’re thinking that we should have another child. So what? So possibly the same thing can happen again? Have you lost your mind – you really want to go through that again just for another child?” He was being logical right now because someone had to be. If things had been different while trying to conceive Matthieu, Theo wouldn’t be so hesitant on them trying for another child. He didn’t want them to be disappointed month after month like they had been before. 

“I’m always keeping you in line, to be fair. Nicolette is a ticking time bomb. And Matthieu is a tornado.” She laughed a bit. She snorted then and shook her head, “Don’t encourage him. I already clean enough soggy cereal puffs without papa helping his case.” She grin at him, sipping her coffee. She was listening to him talk and the anger and hurt were building in her. But she remained eerily calm - that was a bad sign. Usually Ginger would get angry - yell, snap, whatever. But she simply turned her eyes to him, “Do I remember? I was the one taking ovulation tests, tracking my period, changing my diet, doing everything I could. Do I remember how shattered we were? I laid in that hospital room all alone while they removed our child from my body. Yes. I remember.” her voice was like ice, looking away she gave a humorless laugh, “But I would go through hell and back for our children and I want another. But apparently all that wasn’t worth what we have. And apparently what I want doesn’t matter.” She shook her head, “All you had to do was say you’d think about it at least. But no. Please shut it down and act like I’m the one who's lost my mind.” She was cool but her voice was showing how badly he’d hurt her. She brought her index finger hard into his chest, “And don’t think for a minute I don’t remember how badly it all hurt. Don’t you dare tell me I’ve lost my mind.” She hissed at him and turned, collecting the kid’s things before walking over to him and feeling tears rim her eyes, “I’m taking the kids to your mother’s for the day like she asked. I won’t be back before you go to work.” She swallowed a bit, gritting her teeth as she fought those angry and hurt tears back, “So thank you for not only turning me down, but for making me feel like I’m some sort of idiot because I want to have a baby with my husband.” She turned on her heels before he could see her cry and started to collect the kids and their things to get into the car. 

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theojameson:

How they got to work on time with two kids to get ready Theo would never know. Of course they had it down to a science. “I’d fuss too if I was in a high chair to eat.” he said with a small laugh. High chairs weren’t the most comfortable with the world. Kids liked being free for some reason and never liked sitting in one spot for too long. He knew that he never liked it growing up. Theo was drinking his coffee watching the kids eat or in Matthieu’s case, dumping his food on the tray before eating it. “He’ll get the hang of eating it out of the bowl one day. Just give it some time.” He looked over at Ginger with a curious look. “What are you implying? That I’m the insane one around here? I mean it might be true but the coffee hasn’t kicked in enough for me not to be offended.” As he was about to  take another sip of his coffee, the most random thing came out of Ginger’s mouth. About how they should have another kid. It wasn’t as if he was against the idea, certainly not, but right now seemed a little soon. “And I think you need your head examined for thinking that thought.”

Ginger was buzzing about and held up a finger to her husband, “Oi, you. Not now. It’s the only way I can keep everyone in line.” She laughed a bit. Mattheiu wasn’t walking just yet but he was certainly moving about and the highchair meant everyone was where they were supposed to be. She shook her head, “I think he does it purposefully to make my head explode.” she huffed - though she wasn’t really angry. She just really hated cleaning up soggy food from a tray. She rolled her eyes, “That’s exactly what I’m implying. Now drink your coffee, nut job.” She snickered, looking over to him. She was watching the kids then and when he spoke she furrowed her brow and turned her head to him with a frown, “What exactly is that supposed to mean?” She set her coffee aside and folded her arms a bit, “Nicolette is almost 5. Matthieu is almost 1. That’s a kinda big age gap. I always related to Gerard more. The others were too far away. I mean, by the time I got pregnant and had the baby the age gap would be fairly perfect.” She had obviously given this quite a bit of thought, “I just think I should stop the pill and we should start trying again.” 

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Ginger was running around as per usual, trying to get the kids fed and ready to spend the day at their grandmother’s. She held up a finger as Matthieu started to fuss in his high chair, “Hey now, little man, don’t yell at mommy.” She sighed, as if he’d understand. She grabbed a bowl of cereal puffs for Matthieu and a plate of small pancakes for Nicolette, setting them down. Then she ran to grab a sippy cup and glass of milk for the two of them. She huffed as they both finally quieted down and rolled her eyes upon seeing Matthieu unceremoniously dump his out on the tray rather than eat out of a bowl. She leaned back against the counter, having already packed a bag for the two of them for the day, and looked at Theo, “The insanity is all your genes.” She snickered and then fell silent for a moment, chewing her lip contemplatively. She grabbed her cup of coffee and sipped it a bit, cradling it to her chest and watching the kids, “I think we should have another one...” she sort of blurted out nonchalantly. 

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theojameson:

“We never had to,” he said as if it was the simplest answer in the world. They never bothered locking the door because there hadn’t been much of a need to. Answering questions about what they were doing if she just walked in was unsettling. Something he wasn’t prepared for. Just at the moment neither one of them had to explain themselves and were taking advantage over the fact they had time to spend together. Even if it wasn’t anything mundane like watching television. They knew what set each other off, sending them into overdrive – where their movements became a bit erratic at times. Keeping themselves in check was proving to be quite the task. If the kids weren’t home they could be as loud as they wanted to be. Except that wasn’t the case. Theo was thankful for Ginger’s shoulder at the moment so he had somewhere to stifle his moans. Neither one thought about what marks they were leaving on each other. They were always too into the moment when having sex like this. Theo never let up his pounding into her, bringing his hand back to spank her on the ass again. “Come for me baby….”

She laughed softly, “I suppose you’re right. We’ll have to be careful now.” She was not ready to have a talk with their daughter and she certainly wasn’t ready for Nicolette to be a blabber mouth to someone like Kirstyn or Trisha about what she saw. That would be mortifying. Moments like this were hard to come by with two little ones and it reminded her that despite the fact that they were parents - they needed time as a couple too. Not that she didn’t love their children with all of her heart and soul, but they were still young. They were doing their best to keep in check but Ginger hated the fact that they had to. She wanted to hear the sounds his made in the middle of pleasure. They drove her wild. She craved them. For now she would settle with the muffled moans against her shoulder. She felt his hand connect with her ass and that low command and her hand shot out to find his free hand - lacing her fingers through his. It was just something she needed it seemed. She wanted to be holding his hand when she came. Then the band snapped and she felt her body give in. Her walls rippled around him and she buried her face in the pillow as she cried out his name, her legs wobbling as wave after wave crashed over her.

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theojameson:

“It’s really fitting for us.” You’d think with Ginger being in labor the house would be chaos, but it wasn’t as they were able to sit there together. Just conversing about different things that came to mind. Mostly about how things had changed for them when they had met each other. ”J’taime, sweetheart.” Knowing that Theo was only two when Kirstyn was born, possibly three, he didn’t really remember the whole labor process with his mom. But he could imagine that his reaction to Kirstyn moving around was the same one he had when Nicolette had been moving around. “I probably had the same look on my face when mom was pregnant with Kirstyn. I mean it’s a little weird the first time around – when you’re an expecting parent that is. You have so many things going on through your mind, that you’re not sure what to think.” At least this time around he was more present with everything and there weren’t too many surprises. Yet. Dealing with this after one go at it, Theo and Ginger both knew that to expect. The only thing that they’d worry about possibly is if their son was okay. Except Theo wasn’t going to be the one to put that into her mind. “To be fair things were a lot different the last time, this time is different too, but it would just be odd having my mom in there when you were pushing. So thank god you don’t want her in there for that.” If there weren’t completely alone during the process of pushing, it wouldn’t seem fair. That was their baby and as much as his mother would be anxious for her new grandchild; she was just going to have to wait in the waiting room. “And let you step in your own broken water? I don’t think so.” he said putting her down gently. Changing her clothes would be fine but her hair? Who was she going to see at the hospital that she had to brush her hair for? That nurses weren’t going to care. The doctor wasn’t going to care. And he certainly wasn’t going to be concerned with how her hair looked. To him she looked perfect. “Wow worried about your hair even giving birth.” He rolled his eyes and then went about his business. It was safer that way. The further away he was from her reach the better.

Ginger leaned forward, pressing her forehead against his and just holding onto him. It was different this time. For a lot of reasons. But the thing that didn’t change was how much she needed him right now. She chuckled a bit, “It was still funny. I don’t think you knew that you’d be able to see her moving from the outside.” She looked down and smoothed her hand over her belly, watching as their son turned somersaults it seemed. She had a look in her eye that was so very in love. She nodded, “I mean a lot of women have their mothers in there, but with me... I don’t know. I don’t even know if my mother cares. I’m sure my brothers told mom and dad, but they’d never come visit.” There was a sadness in her eyes. As much as she hated her parents there was something about such a huge life event that made someone want that. But it just wouldn’t happen. She shrugged, “For the actual birth it’s just you and me. We made the little bugger - we’re the ones who get to be there.” She snorted. Shaking her head she stepped down from his arms and gingerly stepped towards the stairs. She huffed, “Shut up Theo.” And went upstairs to change her clothes, leaving them in the bathtub before brushing her hair into a ponytail. She wore comfortable clothes though as she knew the second she was checked in she’d be put in a gown. As they came downstairs she checked to see if the hospital bag was still by the door or if Theo had put it in the car before going to Nicolette. She gently picked up her daughter despite knowing she shouldn’t. She snuggled her close and spoke, “Hi baby...” her voice the gentle tone that was so distinctly that of a mother. “Mommy and Papa are gonna go for a little while okay? But when we see you again you get to meet your baby brother, isn’t that exciting?” There were more gentle words before Nicolette was pried from her neck by Kirstyn - whimpering as if she may cry. Ginger blinked back tears and quickly scurried to the car as another contraction hit - somehow seeing Nicolette cry would always hurt more than any contraction. She watched Theo - wanting him to lose his cool a bit. There didn’t need to be calm right now. She wanted to see the anxiety of a new father for their long-wanted baby. A few hours later they were checked in and in their room. Currently, she was bent over the bed, bracing herself as a rather strong contraction was starting. Her blonde hair was still in the ponytail but bits of it stuck to her face as she glistened with sweat. She whimpered softly as the OB came in with a sympathetic smile, “Alright, Ginger... Let’s check how everything’s coming.” All she could do in response was moan low in her throat and the doctor nodded, “And you, shoo - you’ll be able to come back in a minute.” as she started to herd Theo out. The contraction strengthened and she groaned, “I hate you so much.” to her husband, her fingers twisting in the blanket. 

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theojameson:

“Yeah but you knew what I meant though,” he said. It was as if the instant they met they immediately stopped everything that they used to do. That they had found their soulmate. Funny how things changed in an instant when you were least expecting it to. “Sometimes change isn’t a bad thing. Especially with us.” Finding each other and having Nicolette in their life had given them purpose. It was true that he had been distant the last time around but it had been hard for him to grasp the concept that he was going to be a father then. This time he had a better grasp on it. “Well both of our children are odd so they would do that… wiggle before a contraction.” Things had changed family wise from the last time as well. They didn’t have everyone coming to one spot at once; it had just been them dealing with her labor. But you couldn’t ask anything from their parents back then as their parents were pissed over things they had no control over. “At least you don’t have to go through it by ourselves this time.” No matter what had happened, the last time they had hoped their families would’ve been there for them. But it wasn’t the case. Theo didn’t plan on going anywhere, he was sticking next to her. If he was being honest he should’ve been here the last time in the early stages of labor with her. Though he had been on set and felt like he had missed a lot of things. He snorted, “Oh you’re talking to Kirstyn.. I mean I’m just doing my job. She’ll just blab about how I checked things in a medical way.” Sure it was a bit odd for him to insist on checking her. Though maybe it would’ve put Ginger at ease knowing that she was progressing somewhat. When he saw the look on her face about how she was only three centimeters he returned the look with a pout of his own. Waiting for things to progess in labor was rather boring. You just never knew when something major was going to happen, like your water breaking. “Yeah babe,” he said getting off the couch and walking into the kitchen. Except he didn’t make it into the kitchen too far before seeing the puddle. He had seen it enough times working as an EMT, the dreaded water breaking, and it had never particularly bothered him. Until now that was. It meant that Ginger had to get to the hospital straight away. Seeing his wife’s water that broke on the kitchen floor kind of sent him into an odd place. Odd for him at least because he was usually so calm. He started freaking out over the scene in the kitchen.  "Um… I think we have to get to the hospital now. No I don’t think I know we have to get to the hospital now.“ He sidestepped the puddle and picked Ginger up carrying her over it so she didn’t step in it. "Hey kiddo. Don’t decide you want to come out while we’re on the way to the hospital. I don’t think mommy wants papa delivering you on the side of the road.”

“I did.” She nuzzled him a bit, “Do you know the word âme sœur? It’s someone who speaks to your soul without using words, whose presence is always with you. Soulmate.” Ginger looked at him and reached to kiss him softly. It was a strange time. She was in labor with their son, their daughter asleep in her lap. But it was so quiet and still in the house - it was just them really. It was a moment between a husband and a wife. She rested her forehead against his and spoke, “J’taime, mon coeur.” Her voice was gentle, intimate. His distance the last time had been rather hard on Ginger, but she never told him that. There was no point on dwelling in the past. He was there now and that’s what mattered. She giggled a bit and watched as you could see the undulation from inside through her shirt. She watched the baby move about and spoke, “You know the first time you saw Nicolette move like this I will never forget the look of abject terror on your face.” The blonde nodded, breathing slowly as a contraction hit. It wasn’t too intense yet. She was still able to talk through them, “The last time it was just me for a bit - then it was just us. To be fair, I don’t want anyone but you in the room towards the end though. I want your mom at the hospital with us and in the room for some of it - but when it gets towards me needing to push I want just my husband.” It was a rather big moment in their lives and she wanted to share it with only him. It was their child so it only seemed right. She rolled her eyes and looked at Kirstyn, “Please never tease me about this.” to which Kirstyn replied, “Oh don't worry. I will. For years.” Ginger stuck her tongue out at her sister-in-law, laughing weakly. She sighed, “I’m so tired and I’m only at three centimeters.” She looked down at her belly, “If you keep this up, mommy isn’t going to have any energy to push...” She was standing there, trying to force air into her lungs when she heard Theo come into the kitchen. She looked up and saw... panic in his eyes. It shocked her and she managed to say, “Yeah. We should.” through gritted teeth as the pain hit a peak. She felt him scoop her up and she squeaked, “Theo!” followed by whimpered “Ows”. She let out a breath as the contraction passed and patted him, “L-let me down. I want to change clothes and brush my hair.” She looked at her stomach, “Listen to your papa.” She sighed, “You go tell the peanut gallery and square away Nicolette. And put the hospital bag in the car.” She was trying to dictate everything to happen, but part of her was rather enjoying the panic in his eyes. She wanted to see him have those pre-parenthood jitters. 

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theojameson:

“Oh but I had a very good point. We need to start locking the door.” In the past they had never worried about it because Nicolette was passed out like she was dead. But now that the kids were getting older, things were changing, and they needed to be more careful. He had watched her walk to the door  and back again chewing on his bottom lip. “If we don’t get interrupted, that’s definitely the plan.” It was hard for them to get the time they needed to themselves. Those times came too far, few, and between now especially with two kids requiring attention. So it was always a good thing when they were both out for the count so Theo and Ginger could have moments like this. For being vocal people while having sex they really had to try and contain their sounds as much as possible. They didn’t need to wake the kids up because they were too loud. Especially when they were fucking like they were right now, it was hard not to be loud vocally. For them to be vocally loud they have to have someone take the kids, them going on vacation alone, or wait until they both were out of the house for college – the last one was too far away but the others were doable. Maybe they got carried away too much when they were having sex; however that’s just how they liked it. They wanted the marks on them whenever possible. It was kind of sick really that they liked the pain of it all. When she cursed in French against his lips, it only fueled him further. Not letting up on his pace whatsoever, he moved his one hand from her hips and spanked her ass. 

Ginger nodded, “I honestly can’t believe we haven’t really done it before. Usually she’s dead asleep or not here. And Matthieu can’t stumble in. But, yeah. We should do that.” She wasn’t exactly in the mood to answer the onslaught of questions that would come with Nicolette wandering in. She looked back, shivering lightly at the sight of him chewing his lip. She liked having that effect on him... It was more powerful than any drug for her. She giggled softly, “I like that plan.” With little ones it was hard to have alone time to shower, none the less have sex. And when the kids were asleep one or both of them was usually far too exhausted to even look at the other. So, they were going to milk this for all it was worth. She blindly reached out for a pillow and shoved her face into it, trying to muffle the sounds of pleasure as Theo had his way with her. Regular sex led to her mewling and moaning, but this was different and it was taking everything in her to keep herself in check. Though she hated it, not because she wanted to make noise, but because the sound of Theo in the throws of pleasure was something she could listen to forever. She was going to be covered in marks, bruises, hand prints, bites. She wasn’t particularly in a position to give them to him either. The moment she had spoken against his lips she knew she’d sent him into overdrive. She moaned into the pillow, feeling the muscles in her stomach starting to clench. Then his hand drew back and spanked her and she barely made it to the pillow as she cried out. Her hand shot back to the hand still on her hip and she clawed down his forearm - knowing it would leave long marks on him. And when they were done she was definitely going to leave hickeys. She wanted to claim him as he’d claimed her. She felt herself start towards the edge and she clawed even more, “There... There... Don’t stop... I’m so close...” her voice thick with accent and pleasure. 

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theojameson:

“Je ne suis pas un bébé..” They were arguing over him being arrogant teasingly while working on being intimate. But they were usually teasing each other every other time too. This was nothing new as they had been doing it since they met. “They’d wonder what we were doing especially Nicolette. I don’t want to think about that right now as it’s a bit traumatizing.” Which is probably a good reason to start locking the door for the sake of their kids’ eyes. They really didn’t need to see what Theo and Ginger did most of the time when they were alone. “Multiple times even.. if we don’t get interrupted that is.” But when you had kids you were lucky to get one time in, let alone multiples. So Theo and Ginger did they best they could with the time they did have for this sort of thing. Sometimes they took their time and others, like now, they were hellbent in getting it over with because they needed it. They needed it to not be slow and romantic. When she reached out for his hands and placed them on her hips, she didn’t have to tell him how this was supposed to go. Theo could read her without her saying a word. His fingers dug into the skin of her hips as he changed the angle of her hips a bit more to thrust into her deeper. He had to stifle the loud moan that was making its way through his throat and there wasn’t really a way for him to do that. Other than by leaning forward and biting Ginger’s shoulder. 

“Je n'ai pas dit que tu étais.” she spoke softly, her head turning and her eyes looking towards him. She was only teasing, you could tell from the low rumble of her voice. She groaned softly, “Don’t even begin to talk about that.” She sighed, “Actually...” she leaned up and kissed him, brushing her fingertips over his exposed member before moving to their bedroom door with a sway in her hips to entice him. She locked the door, knowing if something was needed they’d hear it on the monitors or a little hand would come knocking. She laid back down and chuckled softly, “Life of a parent...” She smirked softly then, “If we don’t get interrupted I think you should deal with me as many times as possible...” she purred at him. As parents usually they were lucky to get one in - hell, they were lucky if one of them finished. But tonight the kids seemed to be out long enough for them to at least have one round. She knew that Theo would be able to read her like a book as her hands fumbled for his. She hissed as she felt his fingers dig into her hips with bruising force. It was exactly what she wanted. She pushed back into his thrusts, lost in the sensation. That is until she felt him change his hips and suddenly his teeth sunk into her shoulder. It would leave a mark. She clapped a hand over her mouth to muffle the sound as she cried out his name. She turned her head and kissed him hard on the mouth, her tongue darting out to taste his. Her fingers twisted in his hair, holding him there as she cursed in french against his lips. She released him to bite on her bent finger, pushing back into him. She wanted the bites, the sting of a spank, the finger marks. All of it. She wanted it rough. She was entirely at his command. 

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theojameson:

“Je pense qu'il est sûr de dire que je ne suis pas arrogant…” He wasn’t ever arrogant and when he was being as such, it was in a joking manner. Being arrogant in a serious manner wasn’t his style. Her accent always worked on him. It was probably why a good portion of the time he couldn’t resist her. “If clothes were banned in here, we’d have to permanently lock our door,” God only knows that Nicolette could come in any time and see what they were doing if they didn’t. Theo bit on his bottom lip making a mhm sound. “You did do that. Some days I don’t know what to do with you.” He was teasing her because there was only so much you could do. Say fuck her brains out. That was the only option here. Of course they took parenting seriously but moments like this were something they needed every once in awhile. How they wound up in this position he would never know but it felt right and that’s all that matter for the moment. If this had been any other time, he would’ve bent down and tasted her sex. But that was for usually when they had more time and not when they wanted to get off pretty quickly. He guided his penis to her sex before inserting himself inside of her. He could read her like a book, he knew how she had wanted this to go – not at a slow pace, just the kind where it was going to hurt to walk later. Theo pulled out and then thrust himself back inside of her, finding the rhythm they both needed.

“Peu importe ce que tu dis, mon coeur...” She was teasing him, egging him on. It brought her far too much enjoyment. She was always rather self-conscious but ever since losing the weight after Matthieu she’d felt more and more beautiful. She’d worked for her body - and her body had made two little humans. Plus, the look in his eyes when he wanted her was enough of a confidence boost. She giggled softly, “Eh, the kids have seen me naked plenty. It’s what you do when I’m naked that wouldn’t go over too well...” she bit her lip a bit, “But hey... I like that you have no resolve.” She shivered a bit as his lip came between his teeth and smiled softly, “Oh I think there’s plenty you could do with me, I’d say.” Ginger wasn’t typically overly sexual - not these days. Before having Matthieu she most definitely was, but dealing with two kids had sort of killed that. But she was absolutely needing him right now. She didn’t want to make love to him right now. She wanted him to fuck her until she couldn’t walk right. There was no foreplay here - this was “need you right now” sex. Plus, with kids you never knew how much time you had. It was now or never and she wanted it now. Her fingers twisted in the duvet and she bit down on the fabric to stifle the noise as she cried out. She buried her face as she moaned, reaching blindly behind her and grabbed his hands, placing them on her hips. She wanted bruises from how hard he held her. She wanted to be marked with scratches, bites, finger-marks, anything. Her absolute need for him taking over her brain as she pushed back to meet his thrusts. 

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gingercjameson:

“Je n'ai jamais dit que ma main était meilleure. Si je me souviens bien, seul ton sexe peut me faire jouir comme ça.” She was speaking as if she were completely disinterested. However, her lips were quirked in a teasing smirk. She had thickened her accent as well, knowing exactly how he felt about that. His French was damn near flawless, but she had the accent that only a native speaker could produce - and it drove him mad. She squeezed and looked down at his finger then back up at him, though he was rather blurry as her glasses were still on top of her head. She nipped at his finger, letting her tongue flick over it and smirked, looking up at him. “I’m all yours.” she pointed at him, “But you’re doing the laundry.” She rolled her eyes then, “Whatever you need to tell yourself. I think you just couldn’t resist anymore…” she purred, that accent coming back and dripping off of her words. She held up a finger to tell him to wait and shushed him, listening for the baby monitor on her nightstand. She heard little coos, but no tears. She grinned and looked back at him, “Out like lights.” There was a devilish look in her eye at the prospect, “I want you to have me in whatever way you want… I don’t want to be able to see straight.” She was giving him control over the situation - how exactly he would take her. She didn’t care. “I couldn’t care less so long as I feel you inside me…” she purred at him once more, her fingernails raking down his back deliciously slow.

“Je sais que ça le fait…”   He knew that she was playing hard to get, he knew the game well, and it amused him when Ginger did it. They both knew that they were going to end up having sex. There was no question about it. She knew what she was doing by thickening her accent, he knew what she was doing. It was the accent and her everything that got him turned on. “I have something bigger you can flick your tongue over,” he said in a low voice smirking. “Naked or clothed on doing the laundry?” In hindsight he probably should put clothes on because of the little ones in the house. They didn’t need to see their dad doing the laundry naked. When have they ever been able to resist each other? Never. It was pretty hard for them to control that aspect of their relationship. “Well my sexy wife did happen to start moving her hips against me in the bathtub.” The level of teasing they did was borderline ridiculous, sometimes it resulted in begging for the other to stop. Listening to the baby monitor and hearing nothing was a good sign – where they wouldn’t get interrupted possibly. Normally when they were just needing sex and it wasn’t a real intimate matter, he’d fuck Ginger from behind. But there were more times often than not where they craved the intimacy. “That’s dangerous territory you’re walking into baby,” he said  She was fully aware that leaving him to decide how they had sex was dangerous in a way. You never know what to expected then. He moved off the bed bringing her with him, bending her over the bed with her hips up. 

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“Ne sois pas arrogant, bébé...” she purred at him. Though it was true. Ginger had been... active as a teenager and young adult. But only Theo had ever given her earth-shattering orgasms. She could feel the accent working. It had roped him in even more. Her lips tugged in a smirk and she spoke, “Then give it to me...” her eye glinting devilishly. The low tone of his voice drove her mad, sending shivers down her spine. She felt a giggle fall over her lips like a teenager, “I don’t think anyone but me would appreciate the naked. But here in the bedroom clothes should be banned.” she spoke, her eyes raking over him appreciatively - eyeing every single muscle, appreciating the curve of his ass, perhaps lingering on his length. She looked up at him and darted her tongue out to wet her lips, grinning impishly, “Oh my, did I do that?” she asked, dripping with false innocence. She was happy to hear nothing from the kids. They were parents first. But damn it she needed him right now. She heard him speak those words and if she had been standing her knees would’ve turned to jelly. All she could do was give a soft moan in response. She was absolutely, unequivocally his. And he knew it. She squeaked in surprise as they moved and suddenly she was bent over the bed with her ass in the air, displaying her sex to him. Her fingers knotted in the comforter and she moved herself backwards a bit, spreading her legs and looking over her shoulders at him. She knew the sight of her bent over like that looking back at him with those come-hither eyes would drive him wild and she simply purr, “Please...” wanting to feel him inside of her - rough, hard, passionate, now. 

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theojameson:

“Well at least we don’t have to worry about who has the kids. I think the second time around for that would be difficult.” Good thing they didn’t have to think about that sort of thing. They didn’t have shuffle two kids between the two of them. “Honey I’ve been stuck with you since the day we met.” It was the truth because after he met her, Theo had been done with his antics. Ginger was it for him. He snorted, “No, no I did not look like someone who should consider being a parent. You’d be right about that. Yes I know what you mean – she changed us just like having each other changed us.” The things that she didn’t get to do with Nicolette, she was going to be able to with their son. This birth was different from the last one already too; Ginger had been able to carry to full term. “Don’t worry I’ll make sure you get to snuggle him.” Now wasn’t the time to talk about his mother and how much she had improved. There were more pressing matters to deal with, like getting Ginger to the hospital when it was time. “He’s doing some bizarre version of gymnastics in there,” he said with a laugh. At least that’s what it felt like to him anyway. Calm wasn’t always the right solution but he also knew how freaked out Ginger could become. Maybe that’s why he was so calm because if he was then she’d sort of be calm as well. Theo nodded, “Yes the OB told you to wait until they’re apart so many minutes or until your water breaks. My mom is on her way and so is Kirstyn. I told her to meet us at the hospital, my mom I mean, but she wants to come here first. Your brothers are getting the next available flight out.” There had been a lot going on that morning and while he was used to having a lot to do in the morning; this took it to a whole new level of busy. “I feel helpless right now despite making phone calls. Like there’s nothing for me to actually do….” He looked at the stopwatch on her phone moving his hand that had been around her waist to her back running it up and down while she dealt with a contraction. When Kirstyn and his mom finally got there he was able to check to see how far along Ginger was dilated. He helped Ginger into the bathroom downstairs and into a comfortable position. “Are you serious? You’re going to check how much she’s dilated?” Kirstyn asked. Theo gave Kirstyn a look one that said shut up. “I think it’s safe for me to check my own wife’s dilation.” He rolled his eyes and shut the door, helping his wife out of her pajamas pants and underwear. Then he washed his hands. This was a new experience for him and probably for Ginger too. Sure he had seen waters break on the job but this was new for him. He had gotten between her legs, proceeding to check how dilated she was with his fingers. “How the…your water should’ve broken by now. You’re like three centimeters dilated.” 

Ginger chuckled,  “The sentiment there was sweet, but the phrasing left a little to be desired.” But it was true. That first night they met... it was over. He was it. She snickered a bit, “To be fair I had pink hair and was on my fourth or fifth shot of tequila. So.... Yeah no parent vibes coming from me either.” She smiled a bit at him and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his lips. “You walked in that room and my life changed forever. Just like the moment Nicolette came.” She nodded, “Thank you. I just... I want to feel him there where he belongs.” It was hard to explain, but after carrying around this little person for nine months all she wanted to do was hold him in her arms. She smiled at Theo and giggled, “Nicolette did the exact same thing. To be fair you were a hair more distant the first go around so I don’t know if you noticed. But right before contractions she would wiggle and press her butt out like she was trying to stretch before it got tight in there.” She looked down and smoothed her top over her stomach once more, watching as you could see movement from inside. She nodded at all of Theo’s statements and cupped her hand against his jaw, “Merci, mon coeur.” She blushed a bit, “I’m not used to this much attention. With Nicolette it was just you and me. This time we’ve got four other people involved.” She was gritting her teeth as she felt his hand move to rub her back and she spoke, “Just do that...” she breathed out shakily, groaning softly, “Just stay with me.” He was doing plenty by holding her. Eventually at the hospital she’d need his help to walk around or sit on a ball or lean or whatever was most comfortable. When Kirstyn and Trisha showed up she was in the middle of another contraction so she shooed Theo to go let them in. She whimpered softly but swallowed it before anyone could hear and woke up Nicolette, “Mon chouchou, grand-mère et tante Kirstyn sont ici.” She smiled as the little girl gasped and went flying for them. She gave the two women a weak smile and waved, feeling the contraction start to pass. She reached for Theo to help her up and gave them both hugs as best she could, “Thank you, both of you.” she spoke softly. She then was being pulled towards a bathroom and felt her face flush red, “Can we not talk about this ever again?” And with that Theo and her were alone again. She sighed and let him get her settled before checking her. Her nose scrunched up as she felt him check her - not enjoying the sensation. Then she groaned, “Seriously?!” Her lips pulled in a pout, “How am I only 3 centimeters? It’s been like 8 hours since my first contraction - more if you count the first pains. So probably more like 12.” she whined, “Just help me get dressed please?” She looked discouraged at best and sighed resting her head against his chest before going back out there, her hand rubbing small circles on her stomach. She collected herself, wiping the few stray tears that had fallen, and went out to sit with Kirstyn and Trisha. She smiled weakly, as Trisha gave her a look of sympathy. The next couple hours passed without much incident - the contractions keeping steady. She groaned at one point and pushed off of Theo’s shoulder to stand up. She held up a hand, “Before you say anything I’m pregnant, not crippled. I want a cup of tea.” She sort of waddled off to the kitchen, going about her business. She felt a bit of pressure and a trickle and she crossed her legs. Great. She’d peed herself. She sighed, “Theo...” she called, sounding incredibly annoyed. Then she stepped out again and she felt a whoosh - followed by a sound like she’d spilled her tea. She looked down with a sort of wide eyed look and then a contraction hit. Her lips parted and she braced herself on the counter, the other hand pressing into her stomach, “Theo. Viens ici maintenant. Seul s'il te plaît.” she sounded calm, but there was a tension in her voice she knew Theo would pick up on as the contraction got even stronger. She gasped and whimpered, bending over and gritting her teeth as the pain increased. 

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gingercjameson:

Ginger felt her lips tug a bit and she chuckled low in her throat, “Tu es mignon si tu penses que ta main peut te baiser comme moi. Seulement je peux te faire jouir comme ça…” Her voice was a purr, teasing at him as she spoke. She wanted to drive him mad. She stretched lazily and stepped out of the tub, letting her hips swing slowly to tantalize him even further. She would win. She would make him snap. “I am…” she breathed and reached her fingers out to grab her towel when suddenly she felt arms come around her and lift her off of her feet. She squeaked in surprise and felt him move towards the bed, “Wait Theo-” and before she could stop him he’d thrown her, soaking wet, on the bed. “Connard.” she hissed, looking back at the bed. “You-” but before she could finish that his lips were on her breasts and she writhed happily, her lips parting in a soft sigh. Then she felt a laugh bubbling over her lips and she tossed her head back, “I win…” she purred at him before lifting her legs and hooking them around his hips and yanking him to her. She reached up and pulled his head to hers so she could kiss him hard on the lips. Then she moved, breathing hard near to his ear, “Now I want my prize…” she teased, nipping his ear and drawing back, lying back and watching him - wanting him to have his way with her. She’d driven him to the brink, now she wanted to enjoy it.

“Et enfin j'ai vérifié, j'ai fait un travail bien meilleur que votre main. Comme la nuit où tu as découvert que je jouais de la guitare.” They were teasing each other verbally and physically, the normal, and it always happened to be in French most of the time. He knew that he’d get a rise out of Ginger for throwing her on the bed soaking wet. It was typical of her to want things just so in a way. He placed his index finger on her lips to tell her to be quiet about the wetness; as right now it didn’t matter when there was more wetness to come. “Don’t worry about the bed being wet. We can fix it afterwards. Right now I want this body of yours right where it is.” he said before hearing the words ‘I won’. Of course she won because he let her. He always let her out of not being able to be in control of his body’s arousal too well. He should’ve been but he gave into her most times way too easily. “It’s because I let you.” Not that it matter who won really. They were about to be intimate and hopefully weren’t going to be interrupted. “How would you like your prize?” 

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“Je n'ai jamais dit que ma main était meilleure. Si je me souviens bien, seul ton sexe peut me faire jouir comme ça.” She was speaking as if she were completely disinterested. However, her lips were quirked in a teasing smirk. She had thickened her accent as well, knowing exactly how he felt about that. His French was damn near flawless, but she had the accent that only a native speaker could produce - and it drove him mad. She squeezed and looked down at his finger then back up at him, though he was rather blurry as her glasses were still on top of her head. She nipped at his finger, letting her tongue flick over it and smirked, looking up at him. “I’m all yours.” she pointed at him, “But you’re doing the laundry.” She rolled her eyes then, “Whatever you need to tell yourself. I think you just couldn’t resist anymore...” she purred, that accent coming back and dripping off of her words. She held up a finger to tell him to wait and shushed him, listening for the baby monitor on her nightstand. She heard little coos, but no tears. She grinned and looked back at him, “Out like lights.” There was a devilish look in her eye at the prospect, “I want you to have me in whatever way you want... I don’t want to be able to see straight.” She was giving him control over the situation - how exactly he would take her. She didn’t care. “I couldn’t care less so long as I feel you inside me...” she purred at him once more, her fingernails raking down his back deliciously slow.