Tima Alone and Trust Issues 2/3

It was a short while before dawn when Timothy woke wrapped around Mia her soft back against his chest. It took him several moments to discern what had woken him. Tim groaned; he was still getting used to his body making physical demands but that was the cause of the disturbance to his sleep.

He lay beside Mia trying to ignore the issue for at least ten minutes not wanting to wake Mia. Every tiny movement of hers made the ache at his core multiply. He thought about getting up and leaving her in peace, but he didn't want to. He wanted his wife.

Timothy propped himself up on his elbow and slowly moved Mia's hair away from her face and neck before lowering his mouth to her neck. He began trailing kisses along her neck, across her shoulders his hand caressing along her side, over her hip and down her thigh. He pulled her body tight against him.

Mia woke to the sensation of Tim's hand running across her body, his mouth leaving hot kisses on her neck. She was sleepy but the fire began burning down low quickly. She could feel him hard against her clearly ready for her again. Mia's body opened to him without conscious thought. She turned her mouth to his wanting his kiss as his fingers went to her core stoking the fire inside.

Timothy kissed Mia hard as his fingers circled her swollen nub. She was wet already. He wondered if they could be one like this in this position. He broke the kiss to move his body down a few inches and pulled her hips at an angle toward him which caused her back to arch slightly. Tim took himself in hand and guided himself inside her thrusting tentatively until he was seated inside of Mia.

As pleasure wracked through him Tim wrapped his arm Mia's waist. Kissing her shoulders and the back of her neck he began to move. His movements were slow and deep and with each one Mia would whimper and moan. Tim rested his forehead against her shoulder as intense pleasure surged in his core. He began to circle his wife's pleasure point again enjoying the way her muscles tightened around him inside. He felt it as she quickly came undone around him, but he didn't stop.

Tim couldn't stop, he needed more. His thrusts became harder, more demanding. He felt the need to claim Mia in a way that could never be undone. He was rubbing her nub fast, his hips thrust against her with near brutal force. Mia's moans told him he wasn't hurting her. Tim felt out of control, he just knew that he needed something more.

Then Mia came around him, her internal muscles squeezing violently as she screamed out his name. His arm locked her hips to his rigidly as he thrust twice more into her with violent force, and he came undone. White light blanked his vision momentarily. Tim's whole body tingled, and he felt too weak to move.

After a few moments he was finally able to speak.

"Baby, are you alright?" Tim whispered terrified that he had hurt her.

"Uh huh." Mia turned around and laid her head against him and was asleep mere moments later.

"Sleep, my love." Timothy whispered softly, as he kissed the top of her head. So, this was what it meant to have a wife. Tim was overcome with emotion, in awe of the pleasure they'd just experienced, and terrified in equal parts. He couldn't live without her. He would be lost, never to recover. Timothy tried to manage his terror but with the entire world against them it was hard. Timothy wrapped an arm around Mia protectively slowly stroking her hair. Without meaning to he soon fell asleep.

Tim woke a few hours later at a much more reasonable time. He took a quick shower and dressed in jeans, a tee, and tennis shoes. He had asked for extremely casual clothes for them and that is what had been provided. Timothy walked into the kitchen, he wanted to brew some coffee but felt unsure how to since he had not done so since college. He chuckled at how clueless and pampered he had become. Tim heard the shower turn on and decided to wait it out.

Mia came into the kitchen about fifteen minutes later, looking at him before walking to the coffee pot. She set it up to brew and turned to him.

"I couldn't figure out the coffee maker." Tim admitted ruefully.

Mia smirked and walked over to him. Timothy wrapped an arm around her waist and gave her a quick kiss.

"I didn't hurt you this morning, did I?" Tim asked, still concerned.

"No, you definitely didn't hurt me." Mia laughed. "Don't worry so much." Mia walked to the counter picked up a banana and started eating it.

Throwing the peel away she turned to face Timothy, "I am concerned, however."

"Concerned, about what?" Tim asked worriedly standing up straight.

"I..." Mia paused.

Tim strode to her putting his hands on her arms. "What is it?"

Mia sighed; this was an uncomfortable topic with him because of their past. "If we keep at it like this, I'm going to get pregnant. I need to see a doctor and find out what can be done but if I do that right now. It might leak to Dominic. I can't play it off on Nick because it is a well-known fact that he is sterile from childhood."

"What do you mean see a doctor, Mia?" Tim asked carefully.

"To keep me from getting pregnant." Mia replied.

Tim crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back against the counter for several moments before turning and striding through the sliding door leaving her in the house alone. Tim was frustrated. He didn't know how to say what he wanted to say. He didn't understand what Mia wanted.

They were married now didn't that mean they were supposed to welcome their children with open arms? He knew he'd been a bastard before but now he wanted it all. Mia and his children, whatever fate saw fit to bless him with he'd readily accept. Did she not want his child now?

When Tim went back to the cottage Mia sat at the table with a cup of coffee that she stared at blankly. Timothy crouched down in front of her trying to get her to look at him. When she finally did her expression was carefully neutral. Tim took her hand and kissed the back of it.

Timothy ran a hand over his hair mussing it. "Mia, would you not want my child now?"

Mia blinked at him, "I thought... I mean I get that you accept the twins because they are already here, but you never wanted children. I remember specifically, you said to have an abortion. You tried to make me have one..." she trailed off.

Tim picked Mia up and sat back down with her in his lap. "Sweetheart, I know what I said. Some parts of me even meant it back then. There was no abortion scheduled because the doctor said it could ruin your chances of becoming pregnant again. Even at that low point, at my worst, some part of me wanted us to have children, Mia. I can't take back the hurtful things that I did then. I am sorry about that. You will never fully understand how sorry I am."

Tim turned Mia's face toward him, forcing eye contact. "I can tell you that when you eventually tell me you are pregnant, I will be the happiest and luckiest man in the world." He kissed her quickly on the lips. "I did not buy that house so we could wander around an empty mausoleum. I bought it so that we would have room to build a life. To build a happy family that can continue to grow for generations. Right now, can't we just live and let fate decide what we should have?"

Mia smiled softly brushing her fingers through his hair and kissing him gently, "all right, Tim. We can do that."

Timothy wasn't exactly sure what determined the odds of pregnancy, but he would have bet a great sum of money that Mia had gotten pregnant this morning. How could something so intense not have created life? Even if it hadn't, he wasn't going to stop trying.

Timothy very much wanted Mia to be pregnant with his child. He wanted to have another child with her and be with her through it all. He also knew that their child would bond them together more securely both within their marriage and from outside interference.

Tim got up after a minute and got a cup of coffee before sitting back at the table with Mia. Mia told him a couple anecdotal stories about Ginger as a baby. Tim was sad that he had missed so many milestones in his children's lives, but he was determined not to miss any more of them.

When the two weeks were over, and the Heir Documents were securely signed the Barrett family would do a proper press release to clear the air and set the stage for how he wanted their name and their family to be perceived going forward. The merging of the Lane and Barrett families was a perk that would serve to stabilize Barrett Group as the Heir Documents were first published alleviating much of the stock hysteria that generally followed such announcements.

All he wanted right now was to build his relationship with Mia and his children and ensure that their family unit could never be fractured by anyone. Tim was not willing to lose them and wanted them to be a united front against the world. He knew that there was a lot of work to do with Mia and misunderstandings would occur like just now on the subject of children.

They had hardships to overcome and with so much time having passed he couldn't just tick off a list to address the issues that would confront them. They would come up over time as life brought the past to the forefront. Timothy would need to be on the lookout for problems and address them quickly so they would not fester and separate Mia from him.

After coffee, Mia and Tim decided to take a stroll around the little seaside town. Mia didn't know who had packed for her but was grateful for the jean shorts, tank top, and light sweater. She pulled on her sunglasses and put some cash in her pocket. Her bag was too expensive and branded to go unnoticed, so she left it behind. Mia couldn't do anything to hide the brand on her sunglasses other than cover the label with her hair.

"Are you trying to hide your wealth, Mia." Tim asked.

"Yes, people will pay more attention if they see branded items," she told Tim.

"I think we are safe here." Tim responded.

"We are not that far from Norde City. It is not unreasonable to think that someone might recognize me from the papers. I am trying to lessen those odds." Mia argued.

Timothy considered her words. Mia wasn't wrong. "We can stay here at the cottage if you prefer."

Mia considered, "I would like to look around."

"Then let's go it is still unlikely that someone will recognize you." Timothy said, grabbing his sunglasses.

The pair began their walk hand in hand. As they strolled, they stopped frequently to look at a rack of postcards or a small souvenir shop. Mia tried to buy items for the children but every time she went to pay Timothy beat her to it. They ended up buying the children several small items.

When they stopped for a drink Timothy tried to jump ahead of Mia again. "If you don't let me pay you will walk back alone, Timothy."

Tim stopped and looked at Mia, "What do you mean?"

"You haven't let me pay for a thing all day even when I decided to buy it alone." Mia told him extremely aggravated.

"I am your husband; sweetheart paying is my job. I don't let women pay. I don't see why you are bothered." Timothy explained with a smirk

"I have money. I don't need you to do everything for me." Mia fumed, pushing her sunglasses onto her head to keep her hair off her face.

Timothy stepped closer to his wife. "I am your husband, and you will allow me to take care of your needs." his voice has risen significantly.

Mia slapped cash on the counter. "Enjoy your walk, husband."

Mia darted out of the shop and down an alley. She was so angry she wasn't paying attention to where she was going. She darted through the narrow streets and alleys lost in her thoughts.

How dare Timothy still treat her like that penniless orphan she had once been. He didn't respect her or the things she had accomplished. He acted like he owned her and could order her however he wanted. Mia came around a corner and ran straight into a group of young women in front of a fashion boutique.

"It's Mia Lane! Mia over here, Look over here, Ms. Lane." Phones were up snapping pictures and video of her.

"Mia Lane."

"Ms. Lane look over here!