I opened the window and stretched out my bare arm to feel the fresh snow that coated our windowsill. It melted in an instant it touched my skin. After being cooped up inside a heated room for so long, a burst of cold fresh air felt and smelt incredibly refreshing. I should really turn down the radiator, if not for myself then for poor Quasi. If only I knew how. I know that there's a knob somewhere on the damn thing but I could never find it when I tried to look for it. Andy had showed it to me a million times but it's as if my brain stubbornly reject that information, I could never remember it.

Now that I had a taste of fresh air, I needed a higher dose. I stuck out my head and took in a deep breath. Oh good glorious air! I looked down at the busy streets of New York and watched the people wrapped up in heavy coats walk around in packs, either going home or heading off to another club or bar. I would have been amongst those people but I had declined my friend's invitation to go out and instead stayed in and wait for Andy to come home. I hadn't seen or heard from him for two days now and I had thought he'd come home tonight but his friend's bachelor party had slipped my mind. I sighed as I flicked more snow off the windowsill. And who knows when the party will end. It was already two in the morning last time I checked.

Andy and I had moved to New York three years ago when we got married. Even after being married for so long, I don't think I'd ever get tired of seeing Mr and Mr Carson on our mail. I decided to take Andy's name seeing as I didn't want him to have to change the way he answered the phone. Plus, I don't want our future kids to have to endure the surname 'Carson-Pejic' or the other way around. I liked having the same surname as Andy anyhow. It made me feel that we were really together, dependent on each other.

With the strange feeling of my body being half cold and half hot, I popped my head back inside. My eye caught sight of our wedding portrait that hung against the wall. I had it enlarged, against Andy's will. He claims that it was because of the size of that picture that he's afraid to bring his friends over. I had no idea what was so bad about it. We looked really good in it. I swear that it was my best photo yet. I was standing next to Andy in a beautiful white lace gown that hugged my body and spread out as it travelled down my legs. My hair was tied up into a neat bun, which I had dyed blond for the occasion. I liked myself as a blond more than as a redhead and I knew Andy did as well, no matter what he says. Andy stood beside me, tall and so dashingly handsome, smiling happily in his black tuxedo while hugging my waist to his body. Looking at that photo always made me feel so giddy inside and I'd have to look down at my wedding ring just to remind myself that the picture was real, not photoshopped.

Our engagement lasted close to four years when Andy woke up from his coma and it wasn't because the planning took so long. It was because Andy had refused to go down the aisle or carry me over the threshold in a wheelchair or using crutches. It wasn't until he could properly walk again did we get married in New York, got green cards and lived here ever since. I transferred from the University of Melbourne to NYU and graduated from my course. Andy got a job as a fire instructor at a college before he quit and went back to being a fire fighter at the FDNY.

While I was still reminiscing about my life with Andy, I was suddenly run over by a gigantic hairy dog, knocking me over in one go. I yelped and crashed into the ground. When I looked up at my black terrier dog, his head was hanging out the window panting desperately for fresh air.

"Quasi," I scolded, rubbing my arm. "That was totally uncalled for."

I stood up and went to open another window. When the hell was Andy gonna be home? I glanced at the clock. It was three in the morning. I sighed. Andy had gotten me Quasimodo when he got a job at FDNY since he didn't want me to get lonely while he was at work. Forty-eight hours were a bitch, just as Mav had once said. Quasi was just a puppy and now he grew into this enormous thing could maul me if he wanted to.

I collapsed on the sofa and called Quasi to come over to keep me company. I knew I should be asleep instead of waiting up for Andy but I hadn't seen him for a couple of days now and I missed him terribly. He had told me that he was gonna be at his friend's bachelor party after his shift and it wasn't that I was worried that a woman would be stripping in front of him, shaking her large breasts in his face and freely flirting with him… Oh who was I kidding? This was the reason I couldn't sleep at all! What if he got tired of ass and craved for the touch of soft bountiful bosoms? I didn't have any of those. Was this why Andy wanted me to gain weight? So that somehow I could give him something soft to squeeze?

Quasi nudged his wet nose into my palm, snapping me out of my trance. His big black eyes looked at me sadly. He must be as tired as I was. I sighed. I was happy that Andy's new friends had been more accepting of our relationship, but I wished he'd spend more time with me. Now that I completed my bar exam months ago and I no longer had to study, I wanted Andy to be home with me and cuddle on the couch like we used to.

"Quasi, go tell Andy to come home," I said. Quasi cocked his head at me, looking confused at the strange command. "And while you're there, make sure that slutty stripper stays away from him."

In my opinion, and I'm being as unbiased as I could, Andy was the best looking out of the whole bunch. If I were the stripper, I'd try to tempt him with every chance I got. Who would say no to a six foot four, two hundred pound muscular hunk? He was now thirty-seven and age really treated him well. Wisdom in his eyes framed with crow's feet made him look so distinguished and manly, he looked even better than he did seven years ago.

I was about to drop off on the couch when all of a sudden the door slammed open and shut in an instant. Before I could turn around I was flipped over Andy's shoulder and taken into the bedroom. I shrieked, alarming Quasi who was now scratching at the closed door.

Andy threw me onto the bed and stripped fast and then pulled my clothes off. He then kissed me hard, bearing his massive body down on mine. His thick heavy cock pressed against my thigh. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled myself closer to him. I moaned and opened myself up to him, so incredibly ecstatic that he was home.

Then I smelt a different perfume.

I pulled away from the kiss and buried my face in his neck, breathing in. It was faint but it was there. Did the stripper make him horny and now he's releasing his tension on me?

"Don't be stupid," Andy growled when he felt me tense up in his arms. "She's nowhere as hot as you."

"But she was, wasn't she?" I said. "You think she's sexy."

"Andrej. Don't fucking do this. I haven't seen you in days and I need you right now so just lemme okay?"

That was not as romantic as I would have hoped it to be. He made a face when he saw that I starting to get a little annoyed.

"You make me so crazy," Andy dropped his head. "After so long you still don't trust me?"

"No Andy," I said. "I just don't wanna be an easy hole for you to release your libido that was started by some stripper."

Andy frowned at me. "What?"

"You're obviously all hornied up right now coz a naked lady danced in your lap."

"You are really something, you know that?" Andy bit back, rubbing his fingers on his temples. "What the hell do I want with a stripper when I've got a real beauty right here in my arms?"

I bit my bottom lip. "I do trust you Andy. I really missed you, that's all."

"And you're being unnecessarily jealous," he added.

"No I'm not. Would you like it if a stripper danced naked on my lap?"

"How did you know she was on my lap?"

"I can smell her perfume."

"Fuck," he sighed. "She was on my lap for only a second! You got a real nose on ya, don't you?"

"Your scent is a lot different from her cheap perfume."

"Listen Andrej," Andy said. "I'll never forget that I got a ring on my finger, okay? No one and nothing could make me forget or even want to."


"Yes so let me make love to you already."

I smiled at him and licked his lips but I shook my head and pushed him away.

"I can't. I can still smell her. Go take a shower first."

Andy snarled at me and flipped me onto my front. Grabbing my hips in his hands and grinding his cock against the crease in my ass. "Still smell her now?"

I groaned as I buried my face in his pillow. "No."

"Good. Coz I can't wait."

I heard him spit on his hand and shoved his fingers into my ass, scissoring and stretching me out. I moaned and gasped as his fingers delved inside me, going deeper and deeper.

And then we heard Quasi howl outside the door, the scratching becoming even more ferocious. I looked over my shoulder at Andy. He looked back at me and I shook my head again.

"Gotta be fucking kidding me," he grumbled and got off the bed to open the door. Quasi stood there staring up at Andy, panting and whining. Ever since Quasi bit Andy on the heel when he was just a puppy, Andy had come to hate the poor thing as much as my dead roses.

"What the hell do you want, you little shit?" Andy growled, towering over him.

"Andy! Don't call him that!" I exclaimed.

"Is he hungry or something?" he asked.

"It's the radiator. Can you turn it down?"

"Still don't know how to do it?" Andy smirked at me and left the room. Quasi looked at me and I pulled the blanket over my naked body. Andy came back and closed the door right in Quasi's face. But before he could get back into bed with me, Quasi started to whine again.

"What the fuck is it now!" Andy yanked open the door.

"I left the windows open," I suddenly remembered.

"Christ," he sighed and went out to close it.

I looked at Quasi and grinned. I had a feeling that Quasi knew what he was doing; his life ambition was to piss Andy off since he knew he'd always get off the hook with me backing him up. Such a smart sly dog.

Andy came back and dragged Quasi by the collar into the spare bedroom. I heard the door slam shut and in the next couple of seconds, he was right back in bed with me. He held me in his arms and sighed.

"You're not in the mood anymore, are you?"

I laughed and patted his chest. "Go shower and come to bed."

He groaned and rolled off the bed. Andy gave another look at my naked body and went off into the bathroom. I giggled and rolled over, knowing exactly what he was gonna do in the shower.

Twenty minutes later, Andy was back in bed with me, smelling like himself again. I sighed and tucked myself into his chest. His arms came around my back and hugged me to him.

"Did you have a good time in there?" I teased him.

"Go to sleep," he groused.

I sniggered quietly.

"Fucking hate that stupid dog."

"Don't be so mean to Quasi."

"I still don't understand why you'd name him that."

I shrugged. "He just looked like a Quasimodo."

"How? He's not a hunchback or hideously ugly."

"He kept chasing me around the apartment. Like that molester."

Andy stared at me until he remembered the man who attacked me years ago. "You named him after the molester? For crying out loud Andrej!"

I grinned. "How was the party?"

"It was okay. A regular bachelor party."

"Nothing special happened?"


"Was the stripper prettier than me?"

"Who the hell is prettier than you?"

"The stripper?"

"Don't be stupid. Nobody is prettier than you."

"But I'm old. She's probably all tight and perky."

"How are you not tight? I'm still searching for something to grab and all I'm getting is bone."

"Okay then. I'm old and she's young."

"You're not old. Only thirty-two."

"Thirty-two isn't old?"

"Not on you. When people see us together they think that I'm going through a midlife crisis."

"People think I'm your blond bimbo?"

"Young hot blond bimbo," he corrected.

"Oh Andy, the things you say," I said sarcastically.

"I'm really happy with you but all I need now is to have kids and my life would be complete." He kissed my forehead. "Can you give me a baby Andrej?"

"Are you asking me to give birth?"

Andy chuckled. "Doesn't matter where the kid comes from. I just want one with you."

"Should I steal Nicky from Igor?"

"I want a kid that calls me dad not uncle Drew."

"Should I call up Pejic's mum to see if she's available for egg donations?"

"I don't want to have any linkage with Philip Chevalier."

"So you want to breed me even though I don't have a uterus?"

"Yes. But that's beside the point. Let's call the adoption agency tomorrow and sign up."

"Which agency allows adoption for gay couples?"

"I dunno. We'll do a search."

I looked at him and seeing as he wasn't blinking, I realised that he wasn't joking around. He was being serious. "Andy, you really wanna have kids with me?"

"Yes. I've wanted that for years now but with you studying and me working irregular hours, it's hard y'know. But now, I've got a roster and you've finished studying, I think we're finally ready."

"And if the adopting thing doesn't work?"

"We'll steal one from the hospital."

"I can't wait to tell our kid where they came from."

Andy laughed. "Me neither."


This is the end of the story, finally! Thanks to all you guys who followed, favourited and reviewed my story. You've helped made my first experience of story telling be a great one. Thanks again for reading The Spark!