Jack was in the living room when his wife finally came downstairs. He'd not gone out as planned just in case Janice had needed him for something.

Needed him for something.

Who was he kidding? It wasn't like she had been upstairs with some stranger or someone who would hurt her. She had been upstairs with their son.

Exactly! Their son!!

Irregardless of the fact that this was being done under duress -- that governments had issued the mandate that put mothers and sons and sisters and brothers worldwide into the same horrible situation -- Jack Fleming realized that he was jealous.

Jealous!

"So, how was it?" How was it? What a fucking lame thing to say! How was it. Might as well have said 'So, did you get off? Did you moan like you do for me? Was it good for you?

"How was it?" Janice stopped in front of her husband, an incredulous look on her face. She didn't know what she had expected him to say... What could he say? But somehow, this just wasn't it.

"I'm sorry, Jan. God damn it! I didn't mean it that way." Jack looked at his wife's face and it tore at his heart.

"I'm going to start dinner. Where are the twins?"

"They are staying overnight at the Kelly's. I thought maybe it would be a little more... relaxing with them over there. Just this once. Jan?"

"I guess I'll just make dinner for the three of us then," she said quietly. Truth was, the twins would have helped to keep her mind off today's events and she more than resented Jack making this decision without her.

Jack followed her into the kitchen cursing himself under his breath. What the hell was he doing? She just went through the ordeal of a lifetime and here I am being a totally insensitive jerkoff.

"Jan," he repeated quietly as he put his arms around his wife. "I love you."

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Happy 100th post.