.." Shh," Frank insisted.Oliver complied, but moved closer to Frank as they headed through the morning shadows and to the kitchen. There, Frank wasn't... sure whether to be relieved by what he found, or terrified of it.Sam Seaberg looked up from the pancake batter he was stirring in a metal bowl just in time to see the stunned look on his son's face turn into a rather disagreeable one. "Good morning," he said carefully, knowing that any words out of his mouth weren't going to be positively. Instead it was blonde Clara, holding Amy's flat white."Oh God honey!" the waitress exclaimed. "You're crying. What's thematter?" she was filled with genuine concern."Oh it's nothing," Amy replied. Wiping her eyes but not being able torid herself of the tears as quickly as they formed. "I suppose theyshould be happy tears." But they aren't?" Clara asked inquisitively."It's complicated." Maybe you should come inside and sit down." Oh no! I can't! I should just go. Here. I'll pay for the coffee.". Clare and I were not quite ready for children and had decided to wait. However Clare shared in the preparation, going along with the parents-to-be, helping to choose the furniture for the nursery and generally being supportive.We were simply devastated when we heard the news. Clare dropped the phone and screamed. I attempted to make sense of what a distraught Ray was trying to tell me. A hit and run driver had knocked Francesca down and she was in a coma. She had already lost the baby and the. I started with my t-shirt and saw her stare at my bare chest. I didn't know if she liked what she saw or not but I continued to strip. I was barefoot so just preceded to remove my sweatpants I had on. She bit her lower lip as she saw me standing in my green cotton boxers. I knew I was already hard and got so turned on as she touched her nipples softy while waiting for me to take my boxers off."You've seen a guys cock?" I asked.She nodded never taking her eyes off from below my waist. "N-no..