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"Oh, Baby!" from "I Double Dare You-A Rendezvous With Destiny"

*Author's Note: My depiction of Bill Guarnere is solely based on the actor's portrayal in the movie. Special thanks to Helena Liz for valuable information about pregnancy. The information about hospital charges that I posted is from a hospital, believe it or not, in Philadelphia in the mid to late 1940s.*

Several months of trying to become pregnant had Leigh at her wits' end. Bill assured her that everything would be fine, but she wasn't convinced.

"What if I can't give you children? Would you still want me to be your wife?"

"Baby, I want you no matter what happens. If we have to adopt kids, then we'll adopt 'em. Tell ya what, I'm gonna make an appointment wit' a doctor an' get checked out. Maybe there's somethin' wrong wit' me an' that why you ain't pregnant yet."

"I'll get a checkup, too, Honey." She had the name of a good obstetrician and gynecologist who was recommended to her by the CBS station manager's wife.

The test results showed that both Bill and Leigh were in excellent reproductive health. Dr. Simms, the obstetrician and gynecologist assured her that she would become a mother.

"Mrs. Guarnere, your situation isn't uncommon. I know it's easier said than done, but try to relax. Stress isn't helping the situation. There's no reason why you can't have a baby." Leigh took the doctor's advice and hoped that she would soon be pregnant.

Four months later, Bill and Leigh sat at the dining room table eating supper. Bill had put in a long day doing construction work. Leigh sang on two morning radio programs and she had an appointment with Doctor Simms before arriving home in the afternoon. She told Bill,

"We're going to have a member of the family staying with us."

"That's nice, Sweetheart. How long will we have company?" Leigh stifled the urge to blurt out the news that had her smiling since she got home.

" I think our visitor will stay for about 18 years." Bill looked puzzled.

"I'm more tired than I realized, 'cause I coulda sworn that ya said our company would be here 18 years." Leigh grinned,

"That's exactly what I said, Pop. Our visitor will be here at least 18 years." Bill realized what Leigh was trying to tell him, and a huge smile appeared on his face.

"Sweetheart, did ya just tell me that we're havin' a baby?"

"I saw the doctor today. It's official, I'm pregnant! We'll be parents in about seven months." Bill got up from the table and Leigh stood up, walking to him. She gave him a passionate kiss.

"Leigh, you just made me the happiest man in South Philadelphia. I love you an' the little one. This is great news! From now on, ya won't have to lift a finger. I'm takin' over all the housework. I don't want my angel wearin' herself out. You need to take it easy since you're carryin' our baby."

"Honey, I appreciate your offer to help and I love you, too. I don't want you wearing yourself out doing all the work around here. Since I love our baby, too, I'm following the doctor's advice.

He told me to do everything I normally do, plus some mild exercising. I was told that it's good for both me and the baby.I asked him if we could still be intimate during pregnancy and he thinks it's fine."

"If the doc says it's OK, then it's fine wit' me." He looked shocked,

"Baby, ya actually asked him if we could still make love?" Leigh giggled at Bill's reaction,

"The doctor is perfectly aware of how I became pregnant and I'm sure it didn't shock him when I asked a reasonable question." Bill looked sheepish,

"I guess I got a little carried away."

"It's OK, Honey. The continuing intimacy is up to you. I'm in favor of it, but you may change your mind when I resemble a hippopotamus."

"Sweetheart, you'll always look beautiful to me."

"Please remind me of what you just said when I'm no longer able to see my feet." Bill chuckled at her reply.

"Have you told our folks yet?"

"No, I thought the father of the baby should be the first to know. For some odd reason, I could imagine George Luz saying,

'Leigh, it's nice you told Bill. Now you need to find the baby's father and tell him. Then, you would tell him, 'Shaddup!'" Guarnere laughed.

"That sounds exactly like somethin' he'd say. What the hell, let's call an' tell him the good news! I got his phone number written in that address book in the livin' room. Let me get it, Baby. It still wouldn't hurt to take it a little bit easy." Leigh rolled her eyes at Bill being overly protective of her. She knew he meant well and was determined not to be too critical.

Guarnere went through the dining room into the living room. Leigh heard swearing as he stubbed his sock clad left toes on the end table beside the couch.

"'course I had to stub my real toes instead o'runnin' into this goddamned thing wit' my wooden foot on my wooden leg. OK, now where's the address book? Here we go! " He got the book out and walked to the telephone, thumbing through the pages,

"There he is, George Luz in Rhode Island." Bill dialed the number. The phone on the other end of the line rang a couple of times. Guarnere grinned when he heard Luz say,

"Hello."

"Hey, George, how are ya doin'? "

"Bill, is that you?" Guarnere smirked,

"Hell, no! It's General McArthur! " He heard George laughing.

" I just got the best news from Leigh. We're havin' a baby in about seven months!"

"That's great news! Congratulations, Wild Bill! Please congratulate Leigh for me, too. We're still trying for the first little Luz."

"Just relax, it'll happen. She just told me an' I thought of callin' you."

"I'm glad you called. We're visiting some of my wife's relatives in Wilkes Barre, Pennsylvania and it would be great if all of us could meet somewhere."

"That's a great idea. Let's see what we can set up." The men made plans to meet and include their wives. They settled on meeting within the next two weeks. When the conversation ended, Bill went back into the kitchen and told Leigh of the plans he and George made.

She was pleased to have the opportunity to see George and his wife. By the time they got ready to go to bed, Bill had contacted Joe Toye, Donald Malarkey, Johnny Martin and Buck Compton. Leigh said,

"We still haven't told our folks."

"Let me call Ma first, she's gonna be really loud an' excited." Bill dialed the number and Augusta answered the phone. He told her,

"Hello,"

"Billy, is everything OK? You're callin' kinda late."

"Everythin's fine, Nonna." He grinned, waiting for his mother to answer him.

"Have you been drinkin'? You know I ain't your Nonna." Bill laughed,

"You're Nonna Guarnere again, Ma. We're havin' a baby! Leigh found out today." Augusta shouted out,

"I'm gonna be a Nonna again! Oh my God, Billy, that's wonderful news! How is Leigh?"

"She's fine, Ma."

"Put her on the phone, Billy." He handed the phone to Leigh.

"Hi, Mama! I'll need all sorts of advice about babies because I know absolutely nothing about them. I'm just over the moon with the good news!"

"Sweetie, I'm so happy for you an' Billy! Don't hesitate to ask me anytime for advice. You'll be a great mother, Leigh. Well, if ya don't mind, I need to talk wit' my son a little."

"That's fine, Nonna." She handed the phone to Bill. He smiled as he heard his mother telling his father the good news in Italian.

"Your Pop says 'Congratulations' to you an' Leigh. We're the happiest grandparents in South Philadelphia! This is important, Billy. Make sure you're extra patient wit' Leigh. Her hormones will be changin' because of the baby.

She might get irritable or she might cry for no reason at all. Son, she might wanna...ya know, more than usual. Leigh might have cravings for food that's kinda strange. My cousin craved calimari all the time when she was expectin'. Anyway, it's all normal for expectant women." Bill was shocked his mother mentioned that Leigh might want more sex.

"Ma! You shouldn't be talkin' about that stuff wit' me!" Augusta and Leigh were laughing at his reaction.

"Billy, I've had ten children an' I know what women go through when a baby's on the way. Don't be so shocked. We didn't order ya from a catalog, ya know! Anyway, just be patient, like I said. Both of you will be great parents. Thanks for the good news, Billy! I love both of ya an' the little one. Good night, Son. "

"We love you, too, Ma. Good night." Leigh said,

"Now it's my turn to call. Did your mom mention something about sex? You turned as red as a tomato."

"I'm just an innocent boy. You an' Ma are corruptin' me." Leigh playfully swatted Bill's ass.

"That's my sassy angel." Leigh dialed her parents' phone number. Her father answered.

"How are you, Grandpa? " Cal Spencer asked,

"Leigh, are you OK?

"I just wanted to tell you and Mom that you're going to be grandparents in about seven months. I went to the doctor today and we're having a baby!"

"Louise, Leigh and Bill are having a baby!" He got back on the phone, saying,

"We're both excited. That's wonderful news! I would guess that Bill is very excited about the baby."

"We're both excited, Dad." She told him the manner in which Guarnere learned the news. Cal laughed and said,

"I would expect nothing less from you, Leigh. Congratulations! We love both of you and the baby, too."

A few weeks later, Bill was helping Leigh wash the supper dishes. She felt a strong, sudden wave of nausea and she ran to the bathroom. Leigh was aware that Bill was following her.

"Honey, please, just go back into the kitchen. I don't want you to see me like this." She was struggling to keep the nausea under control. Bill looked concerned.

"It ain't nothin' to be ashamed about, Baby." Leigh tried to close the bathroom door, but she wasn't able to do it. She lifted the lid on the toilet seat and immediately lost her supper. Then, she walked to the sink to splash some cold water on her face.

"Is there anythin' I can do to help, Honey?"

"Yes. Please get a glass from the kitchen. I need to use some mouthwash." Bill went to get a glass. Leigh felt dizzy and she started to sit on the bathroom floor. Another round of nausea hit her. As she opened the lid on the toilet seat, Bill entered the bathroom and held her hair back with one hand. He then set the glass on the floor and rubbed her back with his other hand.

"It's gonna be OK, Baby. Maybe you'll feel better now. " She closed the lid and flushed the toilet again. Leigh got the glass and poured some mouthwash in it. She swished it around in her mouth and spat it into the sink. Then, she rinsed the sink.

"I didn't want you to see or hear that. I'm so embarrassed." Bill kissed the top of her head,

"Don't be embarrassed, Leigh. It's somethin' natural."

"You'll probably never want to touch me again. This is probably happening because I'm pregnant. We know how I got pregnant. Now, you'll associate making love with this disgusting display." Guarnere fought the urge to laugh at her remark, because he knew she was upset.

He put his arm around Leigh, leading her to the couch.

"Baby, it'll take a hell of a lot more than an upset stomach to make me give up makin' love to ya. You're still the most beautiful woman in South Philadelphia an' I love you, even if ya do this every day. Now, just stretch out here" he put a pillow from the couch under Leigh's head.

She complied and reclined on the couch.

"That's it, Honey. Do ya need a cover? How about I use this little blanket thing on the couch?" He took the hand crocheted afghan made by Leigh's great aunt, draping it over her.

"Thanks, Bill. I think I will lie still for awhile. I'm really dizzy. Oh, damn it! I need to finish doing the dishes." Guarnere kissed her forehead,

"Rest as long as ya need to, Baby. Don't worry about the dishes. I can get 'em done. Let me call Ma, she'll know what to do about this sick an' dizzy stuff." Augusta told her son that this is normal during pregnancy. She told him to get some soda crackers for Leigh to eat after her stomach settled a little more.

"The best thing for her is to get some rest. Tell ya what, I'll call Maria an' ask her to drop me off at your place. I can make some tea an' help both of you learn how to deal wit' this." Bill thanked his mother. He picked up the telephone, carrying it into the next room. Guarnere kept his voice down, telling his mother,

"Ma, I'm worried about Leigh. She's lookin' kinda pale. Thanks for offerin' to come over. I'd pick ya up in our car, but I don't want to leave Leigh by herself when she's feelin' bad. I'd better get back before she decides to finish doin' the dishes." Augusta reassured Bill that Leigh would be OK and that she would see them soon."

Guanere hung up the telephone and carried it back to the living room.

"Baby, Ma is gettin' Maria to bring her here. She said she knows how to help ya deal with bein' sick an' dizzy. " Leigh had her eyes closed and she replied,

"I'm glad she's coming over. Honey, I have to get up and get the dishes done. The kitchen needs to be cleaned up, too. I don't want your mom and Maria to think that I'm bad at keeping our home clean." Bill walked over to stand beside her.

"Honey, you're stayin' right here. If it worries ya that much, I'll get everythin' done." He added,"If ya need anythin' just let me know. Don't try to get up, OK, Honey?" Leigh promised that she would stay on the couch and that she would alert him if she needed help.

Guarnere went into the kitchen. Most of the dishes were washed and put away. He finished washing the remainder of the dishes and he soon had them dried and put away. Cleaning the kitchen didn't take long since it wasn't as messy as Leigh thought it was.

Augusta and Maria soon arrived. Mrs. Guarnere showed Bill how to make ginger tea. She brought the tea into the living room, advising Leigh to,

"Sip a little bit at a time, Sweetie, it will settle your stomach. Another thing that helps is keeping some soda crackers on the table by your bed. Eat one or two about a half hour before ya get up in the morning."

The tea helped settle Leigh's stomach. She thanked Augusta for the tips and she thanked Maria for bringing her mother in law over to visit. Leigh's morning sickness disappeared in her fourth month.

Leigh needed maternity clothes as her figure expanded. She was appalled at the notion that women had to hide something that was natural. Societal norms demanded that any sign of pregnancy should be concealed.

The word 'pregnant' was not used in polite conversations. Women were either described as "expecting" or "having a baby." Since many women worked during and after the war, the dated notion of keeping a visibly pregnant woman sequestered at home until the baby was born was fading away.

She made a few dresses that had panels on the inside of the garments that could be expanded to accommodate her growing figure. Catalogs touted girdles that promised to "disguise" pregnancy.

Leigh's doctor was considered to be radical among his fellow obstetricians because he vetoed the "eating for two" idea. He also advised his patients to not wear the girdles since he thought the garments could harm the developing baby. Support garments for his patients' backs were deemed safe.

One night, during supper, Leigh told Bill,

"You wouldn't believe the number of women who say, 'Oh, I see you're expecting.' I'd like to look them right in their eyes and say, 'I'm knocked up and I enjoyed every minute of getting into this condition!" Guarnere laughed loudly, replying,

"I wouldn't be surprised if ya did it!"

One evening as Bill and Leigh sat on the couch listening to the radio, Leigh felt the baby move for the first time. She excitedly told Bill. He was thrilled by the news, and he put his hand on her slightly rounded midsection, hoping to feel movement.

Although he couldn't feel anything, Bill thought that as the baby grew, he would be able to feel his future son or daughter moving. He excitedly called Augusta who was thrilled to hear the good news.

"Billy, don't worry or feel upset. The first time a baby moves, it's somethin' that only a woman can feel. I can't really explain it, but it's because when a woman is carryin' a baby, it's a small change that only the woman feels sometimes.

I'm sure your baby is just fine and you will be able to feel your little one movin' around soon." Guarnere thanked his mother for her encouraging words and they ended their conversation.

Later that week, when Bill took Leigh to the obstetrician and gynecologist, he was surprised when the nurse asked if he would like to join his Leigh and her doctor in the examination room.

He went into the room and saw Leigh, fully dressed, sitting on the examining table. Dr. Simms, a soft spoken, tall man with dark brown hair, introduced himserlf , telling Bill,

"Mr. Guarnere, your wife asked if you could come into the room to hear something. I just listened to the baby's heartbeat and everything sounds fine. Your wife wanted you to hear the heartbeat, too." He asked Leigh,

"Do you want to be the first one to listen or would you rather have your husband be first?"

"I think the baby's father should be the first to hear the heartbeat." Dr. Simms got a stethoscope and positioned it on Leigh's abdomen. He smiled, then he asked Leigh to hold the stethoscope in place.

"You're all set, Daddy. Just put the ends in your ears." Bill followed the doctor's instructions and he had a broad smile on his face as he heard the strong, rhythmic beating of the baby's heart.

"Honey, it's comin' in loud an' clear! This is so amazin' an' wonderful! Sweetheart, thanks for lettin' me come in to hear this."

"I wouldn't want it any other way." Bill listened a few seconds more and he removed the ends of the stethoscope, handing them to Leigh. She put the ends in her ears and immediately smiled, remarking,

"You're right, Bill, this is both amazing and wonderful to hear our baby's heartbeat. This absolutely makes my day." Bill and Leigh embraced as the doctor commented,

"I never get tired of seeing the happiness of future parents when they hear their child's heartbeat for the first time. It's obvious that Mamma and Daddy love each other and their baby. I'm happy for both of you." He added,

"Thank you for your service, Mr. Guarnere. I wanted to enlist, but I'm 45 years old. That's too old for Uncle Sam. My son is 11 years old and he has been enthralled with paratroopers. He wants very much to be a Screaming Eagle someday.

Your wife has been telling me about your bravery on the battlefield, especially in Bastogne. You made quite a significant sacrifice for our country. I was wondering, if it wouldn't be an imposition, if I could get your autograph for my son. He would be over the moon to have an autograph from a real Airborne Screaming Eagle."

"Sure thing, Sir. I'd be glad to sign my name for your son. You're welcome, an' servin' our country was the right thing to do. My sweet wife brags too much about me. I ain't a hero. The heroes are the men who didn't get to come home.

I was just doin' my job, just like every other man in the Army, Navy, Air Force an' the Marines. I'm proud of what I gave for our country. Let me call the man who was our leader. I'll see if he has any extra Screamin' Eagle (he pronounced these words as 'scrimmin' iggles') patches. If he does, I'll ask him to send one to me an' I'll give it to you for your son." The doctor thanked Bill and gave him a pen and a pad of paper. He asked the doctor for his son's name and then he wrote:

"For Jimmy Simms, best wishes to you. Staff Sergeant William J. Guarnere, 101st Airborne, Company E, 506th Parachute Infantry Regiment."

The doctor thanked Bill and Guarnere thanked him for allowing him to hear the baby's heartbeat. When Bill and Leigh returned home, he immediately called his mother.

"Ma, Leigh's doctor let me hear the baby's heart. It was good and strong soundin'. It was amazin'! I coulda listened to it all day." Augusta was happy to hear the good news.

"Billy, that's wonderful! You got to do somethin' your pop didn't get to do. He wanted to listen to your heart, but the doctor didn't want husbands in the examination room. He was real strict.

You really get to understand what a miracle it is when ya hear that little heart beatin'. I'm so happy for you an' Leigh and I'm lookin' forward to meetin' my sweet grandchild."

From that point on, until the baby arrived, both Bill and Leigh talked to the baby. Guarnere kissed Leigh's bulging abdomen telling the baby,

"This is your Pop, little one. Your ma an' I love you, an' we're lookin' forward to meetin' you. Kid, you got the most beautiful ma in the entire city."

One night after making love, Leigh began to giggle.

"I think we either woke the baby or he or she wasn't impressed with moving around so much. I feel some kicking going on." Guarnere placed his hands on her abdomen and laughed as he felt the kicking. He told the baby,

"What your ma an' I done is somethin' we do 'cause we love each other."

Leigh felt huge at end of her second trimester. One evening as they sat on the couch, listening to the radio, Guarnere made a joking remark that would have usually resulted in her laughing and calling him a "smart ass." Bill had no intention of insulting Leigh when he told her,

"I've always heard that fat ladies are great singers. You should be doin' your best singin' soon." Bill's words deeply hurt Leigh.

"I never thought you would say something to hurt me. How could you be so mean spirited?" She got up and walked into the kitchen. From there, she went outdoors, slamming the door.

Leigh considered walking to her in-laws' house, but she didn't want to involve them in the situation and upset them. She sat on the back steps and began to cry.

Bill was close behind her. He turned on the outside light from a light switch in the kitchen and saw tears running down her face. He thought,

"What the hell was I thinkin'? I hurt my angel. Why did I have to run my mouth like a goddamned moron?" He opened the kitchen door and went down the steps to stand by Leigh.

"Sweet Baby, I'm so sorry. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt ya an' make ya cry." Leigh didn't look at Bill or answer him. He tried to find a way to get her to go back into the house.

"Baby, it probably ain't safe for ya to be out here by yourself." She answered without looking at him,

"I'm very safe. Who would want to molest an ugly fat lady like me?" Bill felt deeply ashamed.

"Won't ya at least look at me, Leigh?" She turned her head to look at him. Bill could see the emotional pain in her eyes.

"There, I looked at you. Now, leave me alone."'She turned away from him, adding, "There was nothing remotely funny about what you said.

I've never been cruel or mean to you. Everything I've done for you was done out of love. I'm not trying to make you feel guilty because if I had everything to do over, I'd still cook for you to help you get stronger and I would still try to save you from getting shot."

She paused to wipe away some tears before adding, "Damn it, Bill, you really hurt me!" Leigh turned away from him as she began to sob. She got up with difficulty.

Guarnere held out his hand to help steady Leigh so she could have an easier time getting up. She brushed his hand away and walked up the stairs, into the kitchen. From there, she went to their bedroom, turned on the light and closed the door.

Leigh got a small suitcase out of the closet, opened it and placed it on the bed. She started to put in a few items of clothing, thinking,

"I can go home, but how can I tell Mom and Dad that Bill doesn't love me anymore?" She sat on the bed beside the suitcase and began to cry in earnest with deep, wracking sobs. The last time she cried in that manner was when she learned from Nixon that Bill was seriously injured in Bastogne.

Bill followed her upstairs. He could hear her sobbing before he entered their bedroom. Upon entering the room, he was shocked to see the suitcase on the bed.

Guarnere felt consumed by guilt. He sat beside Leigh on the bed and put his arm around her after offering his handkerchief. She took the handkerchief and used it, placing it on the floor.

"Seein' you this upset 'cause o' somethin' I done is like a knife in my heart. Why are ya packin' a suitcase?" Her statement hit him like a hammer.

"Our marriage is over."

"Baby, what are ya talkin' about? You're ready to walk out because of somethin' I said? Let's talk about this, please, Leigh."

"You wouldn't have said something that hurtful if you loved me." Leigh broke down sobbing again. Bill pulled her close to him, rubbing her back to soothe her.

"No, no, no! That ain't true at all. I love you wit' all o' my heart. Please, Sweetheart, don't say or think our marriage is over. You need to listen to me. I ain't losin' my angel over somethin' stupid that I said. Leigh,I've never been more sorry for sayin' somethin' in my whole life.

You don't need to leave, ain't no reason for ya to go anywhere." Guarnere put his hands on her shoulders, gently turning Leigh to face him. He tenderly cupped her face in his hands.

"Baby, I'm sorry for runnin' my mouth like a goddamned fool. I never meant to hurt your feelins an' I hate myself for upsettin' you this bad." He got up and walked to the chest of drawers where he opened the middle drawer and got out a few of her lace edged handkerchiefs. Then, he returned to the bed, sat down and dried her tears with one handkerchief.

"Sweetheart, you're still beautiful to me, especially since our baby is growin' inside ya." He tenderly kissed Leigh, adding, "You kinda have this glow an' your body is luscious right now. Don't feel fat or ugly, because you ain't. In my eyes, you'll always be a beautiful angel.

I hope you can forgive me. I'd give anythin' to take back what I said, an' I wish I never said it. Ma told me some things about women who are expectin'. I shoulda used my head an' not acted like a moron."

He continued to hold Leigh close to him while stroking her back. It took awhile, but she calmed down. Then, she moved back enough to look at Bill,

"I forgive you, Honey. I know my hormones are giving me mood swings and I'm overreacting to things that wouldn't usually upset me. What you said hurt, but I'll get over it because I know you didn't intend to hurt me in the first place. "Thanks for being so sweet and understanding."

"I promise to think before I go runnin' my mouth like that again." Guarnere stood up, extending his hand to help her stand up. Once Leigh was standing, Bill took the suitcase off of the bed and put it into the closet.

"Would ya like to go downstairs an' listen to the radio before we go to bed?" She told him yes and they returned to the living room. Later that night, they made love tenderly, snuggling together until they fell asleep.

The doctor had already decided that Leigh's pelvis was too small for her to deliver the baby naturally and he told her that she would have to have a procedure known as a C-section. The Caesarian surgery involved cutting into her abdomen and removing the baby from her uterus. A date for the procedure was selected for the beginning of her ninth month.

Baby showers and lots of baby clothes from Maria and Julia ensured that the newest family member had all the necessary items. The Andrews Sisters surprised both Bill and Leigh when they paid for two years of diaper service and purchased a $500 savings bond for the baby.

Leigh had a great deal of difficulty getting into and getting up from a chair. She encountered the same problem with the couch. After an appointment with the doctor, Leigh started to laugh once she and Bill were out of the office.

"Oh, my God! I've never seen anything funnier than a room filled with women who are wallowing getting out of the chairs or cautiously and slowly sitting down. Yes, I know that I do the same thing." Guarnere grinned,

"It did look kinda funny, but I didn't wanna to laugh at them an' I sure as hell didn't wanna laugh at ya for doin' the same thing."

The day for the surgery arrived. Leigh's parents were staying in a hotel because they didn't want to give Leigh and Bill the added hassle of having guests.

Both sets of parents and Bill went into the hospital's waiting room in the Maternity Ward. He tried not to worry about his wife and the baby, but he felt anxious every time a nurse came to the door to announce the name of a new father. Bill thought smoking a few cigarettes would help calm him, but they didn't ease his anxiety.

Finally, a nurse walked into the waiting room. Bill's parents and the Spencers heard the nurse tell Bill,

"Mr. Guarnere, your wife did just fine with the surgery. Since she had the 'Twilight Sleep' for her procedure, the doctor wanted to wait until your wife was no longer feeling sedated. Would you like to visit her and your son?" The new grandparents hugged each other and Bill quickly got up from the chair in which he thought he'd waited a lifetime.

The nurse walked down the hall, showing him the room. He walked in and immediately smiled when he saw Leigh holding the baby. Since she didn't go through hours of labor, the new mother had her hair brushed, her lipstick was freshly applied and the nurse had given her a sponge bath. Bill kissed her.

"Honey, you look beautiful." Guarnere bent down to place a tender kiss on his son's cheek. Leigh told him,

"I know we agreed to decide on a name together, but I chose his name. I hope you don't mind. Bill, I want you to meet William Henry Guarnere."

"Sweetheart, that's wonderful. I ain't upset one bit. I just wish..."

"It's OK to cry, Honey." Bill assured her that he was fine.

"Would you like to hold him, Pop?"

"Oh, hell, yes!"

Bill had previous experiences handling his sisters' newborns. He carefully picked up his son, supporting his head and back.

"Look at all o' that hair! We have a handsome son, Baby. He's really alert. I bet he's smart like his ma."

"You're very level headed and smart, too, Bill. He looks just like his pop. I hope Billy acts like you, too."

"He's smilin' at me! Sweetheart, he loves me already!"

"Of course he loves you. Billy has heard your voice for a long time. He knows you. Honey, if you hand him back to me, there are two items in that bottom drawer behind you. I bought one and made the other for him. The stuff in the middle drawer can wait until we have a little girl." Bill protested,

"Do I have to give him back already?" Leigh assured him that he could hold Billy as soon as he got the items out of the drawer. He gave the baby back to her and opened the drawer, extracting a small Philadelphia Phillies baseball cap.

"Honey, that's cute. It's a little bit big, but he'll grow into it. Maybe he'll be a baseball fan like his uncle." Bill looked into the drawer and pulled out a one piece sleeper garment.

Leigh had embroidered Guarnere on the front of the garment and she had also embroidered tiny sergeant's stripes at the top of each sleeve.

"That's somethin' else, Baby. I love it! You even got his name on the front an' ya done a great job on those stripes. They look like the real thing!" Leigh handed Billy to him.

"I made the same designs on three other sleepers so he can have a fresh outfit when we have visitors. Honey, after we're released from the hospital and settled in, how about getting a family portrait done?"

"That's a wonderful idea. I love it! Baby, I insist on helpin' wit' diaper changin', bathin' him, whatever needs to be done. This is somethin' I really wanna do." He noticed that Leigh was quiet.

"Are ya feelin' OK, Sweetheart?"

"You should add feeding to the list. Bill, you're married to a freak. Not only could I not bring him into the world the usual way, I can't nurse the baby because the milk ducts in my breasts never developed fully. You noticed, without a doubt, that my breasts didn't get bigger. There's no way to fix what's wrong with me."

"You ain't a freak, Leigh. If we have to use bottles, then that's what we'll do." He handed Billy back to Leigh.

"We'd better give our folks a chance to meet him." Leigh agreed and Bill went back to the waiting room. He found a nurse and asked if both families could go into the room together. She told him that was fine, but no additional visitors were allowed in with them.

Leigh held her son in her arms, softly singing to him. Bill stepped into the waiting room,

"Both families are allowed in. C'mon back an' meet our perfect little boy." Both sets of parents immediately fell in love with the newborn. When Leigh introduced Billy, Mrs. Guarnere cried, telling her,

"Sweetie, that's a beautiful thing ya done, namin' him for his uncle." She dried her tears with a lacy handkerchief. Bill's father brushed away a few tears, too.

The Spencers and the elder Guarneres thought the Phillies hat was adorable and they loved the embroidered 'onesie' sleeper. Little Billy smiled and tolerated being passed from grandparent to grandparent in a good natured manner. Louise and Augusta said that Billy's smile was probably due to him having gas, but Bill insisted that his son was smiling at him.

Both families agreed that he looked exactly like his father and they declared that he was perfect. Bill and Leigh agreed with their parents' assessment of Billy.

When the grandparents returned to the waiting room, Teresa Guarnere and her sisters were there, eagerly waiting to see the baby. Bill told them,

"Good to see all of ya. Follow me an' you'll see the most handsome baby boy in Philadelphia." When they entered Leigh's hospital room, she was holding Billy and singing to him. The sisters also fell in love with their new nephew. Teresa was the first to hold him. She told Bill and Leigh,

"He's a cutie and he looks like his pop. Will ya just look at those long eyelashes! I'd be happy to babysit anytime." Maria held him next, and she was enjoying meeting her nephew. She told Leigh,

"You're lookin' great for a woman who just went through labor. This little one is an angel!" Leigh thanked her.

"My pelvis is too narrow, even with the expansion that naturally happens during labor, so I had to have a C-Section." Maria told her,

"Don't hesitate to call me to help wit' him. You'll need to do some healin' an' my kids are old enough to stay on their own. My God, he looks like his pop!" Leigh smiled.

"Thanks for the offer to help, Maria. I'm restricted from lifting and doing normal household activities until the sutures come out. I agree, he's handsome like his pop." Bill said,

"In all the excitement, we didn't tell all of ya his name. Honey, tell 'em his name. She done a wonderful thing."

"We'd like you to meet William Henry Guarnere." The sisters smiled, then wiped away some tears. They thought that naming the baby for his uncle was "somethin' beautiful." By then, the baby was in Julia's arms. She kissed his cheek.

"You two have a little angel. He's perfect!" She held him close to her with one arm as she got a handkerchief out of her purse. She asked Maria,

"Would ya please hold him? I need to get a handkerchief out of my purse an' use it." Maria held Billy while Julia dried her tears and blew her nose. In addition to Bill, she was also close to Henry. Then, Billy was returned to her arms.

"You can call Aunt Julia for help, too. I'd enjoy helpin' you an' this sweetheart. Leigh, it might not feel like it now, but you're better off havin' that surgery. You'll still be tight downstairs, if ya catch my drift." She, Teresa, Maria and Leigh giggled. Bill looked horrified.

"Holy God, Julia!" She laughed at his reaction and teased him by saying,

"We all know how babies get here. I was just statin' a fact, baby brother. Are ya sayin' that you ain't pleased wit' your wife still bein' 'like new' downstairs?" Bill slightly blushed as Leigh laughed loudly.

"Yes, I think it's great news. Can we please stop talkin' about this stuff?" His sisters' laughter continued. Julia noted,

"Hang on. This little fella's wet. Where are the diapers?" Leigh told her,

"They're in the top drawer of the cabinet behind Bill." Julia asked,

"Do ya know how to change a diaper?" Bill admitted that he had no idea of what to do. Leigh also admitted that she'd never changed a diaper.

"Watch me an' learn." Julia walked them through the basics, adding,

"Be sure to have extra material in the front, to protect his little..." Bill interrupted his sister,

"Thanks, Julia, I get the idea." She laughed.

"Are you gonna turn red again?"

"No, I just get what you're sayin'." The baby managed to slightly spray his aunt while she was working on the diaper. Bill laughed.

"He has a hell of a good aim. Spray her again, Billy!" Everyone in the room laughed. Julia grinned,

"Billy just brought up the next thing I was gonna tell ya. Little baby boys do this a lot, so be prepared." She smiled at Billy.

"Sweetie, make sure an' spray your old man like a good little boy." Billy grinned at her.

"I swear to God, he just smiled at me! That ain't no gas, that's a smile."

"He smiled earlier, but Ma an' Mrs. Spencer said it was gas." Bill looked at Billy.

"That's a smile, no doubt about it. Thanks for showin' us how to change diapers, Julia. Thank all of ya for offerin' to help us until Leigh is back on her feet." Leigh told them,

"Your offer to help is greatly appreciated." The sisters each held and kissed Billy once more before leaving, promising to return the next day. They agreed that Leigh and Bill needed to rest.

Before they left, Bill showed them the baseball cap and the specially embroidered 'onesie.'

"Leigh made this an' three other sleepers wit' this design. She done a hell of a good job wit' the stripes, they look like the ones on my old uniform." The sisters agreed with Bill, telling his wife that she "done a great job" with the sleepers.

After they left, Bill placed Billy back into Leigh's arms. A nurse came into the room, saying that she had to take Billy back to the nursery. Both parents reluctantly let him go, giving him kisses before the nurse took him out of the room. Bill sat on the edge of Leigh's bed.

He gently embraced her and gave Leigh a tender kiss. Bill reluctantly ended the kiss and cupped her face in his hands.

"My heart's about to burst wit' all the love I have for you, Baby. Gettin' Billy is one o' the best things that ever happened to me." He gave Leigh a more passionate kiss and she eagerly returned it.

"I love you to the moon and back, Honey. Thanks for giving me Billy. When I'm completely healed from surgery, how about exploring my downstairs?" Bill chuckled,

"I'm lookin' forward to it, Sweetheart."

"Sorry I laughed when you blushed, but your reaction was funny."

" That's OK, Leigh. Even if ya laugh, I still love my sassy angel. I guess I'd better get home an' let ya get some rest. I'll see you an' Billy tomorrow.

Baby, I'm sorry that I didn't bring roses for ya. I wanted you to have somethin' special, but I was so worried about the surgery, I didn't think of buyin' some in the gift shop downstairs." Leigh told Bill that he didn't need to buy a gift for her. The nurse returned to let them know that visiting hours were over. Bill kissed Leigh's hand and left the room.

She got comfortable in the hospital bed and soon went to sleep. Bill called George Luz and Johnny Martin when he got home, telling then about Billy's arrival.

The following day, Bill brought in a vase containing one dozen red roses with a small ribbon banner on the vase that said "Mother" in gold foil letters.

"You shouldn't have spent so much money, but I'm glad you did. Honey, the roses are beautiful!" Guarnere was pleased that she enjoyed the roses.

"Baby, you deserve a whole room filled wit' roses. I wanted everybody in the flower shop to know that we have a healthy, handsome little boy. I didn't have the flowers delivered 'cause I wanted to bring 'em to ya myself. I wanted to celebrate an' thank you for Billy. I love you, Leigh." Bill leaned down to embrace and kiss Leigh.

"I love you, too, Bill. Remember, you're half of the reason we have Billy. I need to find a way to thank you for our sweet son. What would you like for your gift?" Guarnere thought for a moment.

"When you're able to cook again, how about my favorite meal an' some pizzelles?"

"That's fine with me, Honey. How about some antipasto, too?"

"That would be perfect, Baby." She added, "When I get back to work, I'm going to dedicate all the songs on one show to you. I already discussed this with my boss before I got admitted to the hospital."

"You're somethin' else, Leigh. I'm lookin' forward to that show."

By the end of the week, everyone Guarnere knew in Easy Company knew about Billy. Colonel Sink and Dick Winters both purchased a $50 Savings Bond for the newest member of the Guarnere family. Bill's brothers in arms chipped in for a $100 Savings Bond for their new nephew. The Andrews Sisters sent a dozen pink roses to Leigh and they also paid for two years of diaper service, cleaning and delivery included.

Numerous cards were sent to Bill and Leigh, congratulating them on the birth of their son. After an eight day stay in the hospital, Bill took his wife and Billy home. During the 1940s and into part of the 1950s, hospitals kept maternity patients and newborns hospitalized longer than they are hospitalized in the 21st Century.

With help from Bill's sisters and Guarnere himself, Billy got accustomed to his home.Leigh healed at a normal rate and she was soon able to take care of her son and return to work. One of Bill's sisters or his mother was always on hand to help with Billy until Leigh got back from work in the early afternoon.

Leigh was determined to get her figure back and she consulted Dr. Simms about the best exercises to accomplish her goal. She exercised faithfully and had her figure back before the year was over.

Bill was true to his word. He eagerly helped with Billy, changing diapers, feeding him and giving the baby his bath. Leigh admired his skill at getting Billy back to sleep after some loud crying.

She asked Bill what he did and he told her that he just sat and talked to Billy. Leigh thought that Billy found his pop's voice soothing. One night, after Bill got the baby to sleep. He returned to their bedroom, telling Leigh, in a soft voice so he didn't wake Billy,

"Baby, I swear to God that he laughed. I was tellin' Billy the story of how I met ya, an' when I got to the part about you kickin' that guy's ass, he laughed." Leigh kissed him and put her head on his chest. Bill wrapped his arms around her. They were soon asleep.

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And I Lay Right Down in My Favorite Place (Bill "Hoosier" Smith x Reader)

Summary: The Australian heat has nothing on how you feel when you finally get Hoosier to yourself.

Note: Female reader, but no descriptors are used. Title comes from the song I Wanna Be Your Dog. This is based on the fictionalized characters in the miniseries and not the real individuals. Do not interact if you’re under 18, terf or radfem, or post thinspo/ED content.

Word count: 3.2k

Warnings: Light period-typical misogyny. Obviously some historical inaccuracies. Sexually explicit content including oral sex (f. receiving) and some femdom elements. Do not interact if you’re under 18.

Your shadow cast abnormally long over Hoosier, his eyes scrunched shut as he slept in the rapidly setting Australian sun, curled up on his cot like a cat on a windowsill. If he had actually moved from that spot in the past few days, you would have felt bad waking him up. Except he hadn’t unless absolutely necessary, and so you attempted to disguise your selfish request as simple altruism.

“Hoosier, c’mon, we’re in Melbourne—civilization! You can’t just sleep through it. At least spend one night out so you don’t regret it.” He was unresponsive. “Please, for me?”

He snickered. “Even if I wanted to—which I don’t—I don’t have a pass.”

“I swiped an extra one. Look, everyone else ran off with some girl, and I have no one to go to bars with me tonight,” you said, stretching the truth a bit. Chuckler promised he’d look out for you in whatever little local dives you ended up in. For the most part, he had, but after a few drinks, he’d get distracted by a local girl, and you’d have to fend off equally drunk suitors without him as reliable backup.

“Fuck, alright,” he grumbled, pushing himself up from his cot, blanket still wrapped securely around his shoulders.

You shoved the dubiously acquired pass into his hand. “I just need to change, and—”

“Change?”

He stood up, the two of you staring each other down in an unspoken stand-off, waiting to see who would fold first.

“I bought a dress.”

“Don’t take too long or I’m going back to sleep.”

You ran to your cot, grabbing a paper shopping bag you’d shoved beneath it. A local boutique’s logo printed on the front, announcing your purchase of a flowing wrap dress that you couldn’t take your eyes off of in the shop. It didn’t take much convincing for you to buy it, and the unwavering confidence you felt while trying it on in the dressing room made a swift return when you ran into one of the locker rooms in the cricket stadium, changing in one of the stalls.

The plunging neckline had especially caught your attention, far from the conservative attire you’d usually wear as a Marine—though there had been strong opinions among some of the men toward your wearing pants, until Hoosier had asked them how the hell you were supposed to trek through the dense jungles in a skirt, which promptly shut most of them up.

Still, you bought the dress knowing full well it was an impractical, expensive purchase that wouldn’t make it out of Australia with you. The slip that you wore beneath it was a buttery soft satin that you never wanted to take off, nothing short of heavenly against your skin. You didn’t have much in the way of makeup or perfume, so you’d chosen a dress and some heels that could do most of the heavy lifting for you.

Your name echoed through the empty locker room, Hoosier calling out for you as his boots smacked against the tile floor. “Hey, you in here?”

“In the stall!” you shouted back.

The tap ran along with the sound of water splashing. “You sure there’s no one else around to go with you?”

“Leckie’s playing house with some girl from the trolley the other night, Sid’s with his girl Gwen, Chuckler’s god knows where, and Runner’s got a date with the shop assistant at the boutique I bought this from, so no,” you said, securely tying the wrap dress in place. “Look, if it’s that much of a bother, you can stay.” You shuffled out of the stall, your uniform folded and shoved in the shopping bag the dress had been in.

Hoosier whistled lowly when he saw you, quickly shaking his head. “Not while you’re wearing that.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Means you’re showing about as much tit as the girls in those magazines.”

You straightened your back, giving yourself a once-over in the mirror above the sink. “That’s why I bought it.”

“It’s sure as hell working on me.”

“Really?” you asked, raising an eyebrow as you turned to him.

He folded his arms over his chest. “What made you think it wouldn’t?”

“You’ve seen me covered in mud and blood—I think I’ve even thrown up on you before.”

He grinned. “Gives you character.”

“So I spent my hard-earned money on this new dress for nothing?”

“Not for nothing. I wouldn't mind seeing how it looks coming off you.”

“Maybe somewhere nicer than a locker room?” you proposed.

“Now you’re gonna make me spend my hard-earned money just because you wanna fuck somewhere fancy?”

“I wanna fuck somewhere with a real bed, and privacy.”

“Sounds like you already have a place in mind.”

“I might," you said, taking his hand in your free one and leading him out of the cricket stadium.

Running down the streets of Melbourne with Hoosier sent a rush through you. Your dress flowing in the cool night breeze, the hem flirting around your thighs, each gust of wind threatening to give a peak of what lay beneath to passersby. For the first time in months, you felt like a woman, anticipation building in your gut as Hoosier kept his hand firmly around yours, bringing you closer to the night you’d been hoping for. The fact that it’d be with him was icing on the cake. Even though you were no longer relentlessly hounded for your answer of which member of H Company you would fuck if you absolutely had to—from day one, you’d pick Hoosier.

He really hadn’t been exaggerating about the dress, because when the two of you ran into Chuckler smoking outside of a bar, at least three whiskeys into his nightcap, he didn’t even recognize you. Instead, he shot a wink your way and congratulated Hoosier for ‘getting some.’ He had shouted something else your way when you and Hoosier were halfway up the street, nearing the hotel you’d seen on your shopping trip.

A tall, swanky building with valets outside, you tried not to gawk at the giant chandelier in the lobby, surely worth more than you’d make in your lifetime. You and Hoosier caught some odd glances from the people milling about, but some went out of their way to thank him. You bristled at the perceived slight until you remembered what you were wearing, your uniform hidden in the shopping bag in your hand.

A well-put together man stood behind the front desk, not bothering to pay either of you any mind until Hoosier cleared his throat.

“Good evening, sir. I’d like to book a room for one night for, uh, Lewis Juergens and guest.”

You nudged Hoosier with your elbow.

The manager looked you and Hoosier over with his lips pursed, as if he were resisting the urge to sneer. “We don’t tend to allow unmarried couples to share a room.”

You put on a charming smile and the best imitation of an Australian accent you could muster. “Just married. We’re honeymooning while we can. Gotta keep this one in line before I hand him back to the Marines.”

“I see,” he said, neither fully convinced by your story nor concerned enough to argue. “Mr. and Mrs. Lewis Juergens for one night, then?”

“That’s right,” Hoosier said. “Honey, why don’t you wait up for me?”

You kissed him, perhaps a bit more passionately than was acceptable in such an upscale establishment, but the desire in his eyes when you pulled away to wander over to the elevator was worth it.

He grinned as he walked over to you less than a minute later, holding up the room key. “Wait ‘til Chuckler finds out he’s married.”

“To a nice Australian girl to boot,” you said, pushing the elevator button.

“Nice girls don’t kiss like that.”

“Oops.”

When the doors opened, Hoosier told the operator to bring you to the seventh floor. You caught a glimpse of the room number engraved on the key’s tag. As soon as the doors opened, you rushed down the ornate hallway in search of the room. He seemed to take his sweet time walking over, amused by the scowl on your face.

"You know, I think I might've forgotten something downstairs—"

"Hoosier, I swear to god."

He snickered as he unlocked the door, ushering you inside.

You pushed Hoosier against the door when he locked it behind him, kissing him with a ferocity that shocked him for a moment before he came to his senses. The kiss was overtaken by the desperate clashing of teeth and tongue, a long repressed primal urge rearing its ugly head as you pressed yourself against him. Before that night, you’d considered the situation you found yourself in little more than a foolish yet pleasant fantasy, doubting he wanted you as much as you wanted him. His vulgar quips toward you had blended with the others you’d gotten used to, learned to take in stride. They were all talk, anyway. The way his hands kneaded your ass through the flimsy material of your dress proved otherwise.

“How much did you spend on this?” he asked, voice husky with desire.

You threw the shopping bag aside, paying no mind to how it fell over on its side. “You don’t wanna know.”

“Five bucks?”

“Higher.”

“Ten?”

“Higher.”

“Shit, I better make this worth your while, then.”

“You will,” you said, catching his bottom lip between your teeth, tugging on it ever so slightly.

Your hand half-wrapped around his neck, you pressed your thumb against the base of his throat while you sucked and bit on a patch of skin just beneath his collarbone. No one would notice unless they really looked for it, like you would over the next few days, your eyes inevitably drifting to where you staked your claim on him.

He leaned against the door, breathing heavily while you left your mark on his skin, slightly tanned by days in the relentless tropical sun. Your hand drifted up to caress his cheek, your thumb brushing his lower lip. He took the digit in his mouth, and you gasped when he began sucking on it.

“You’ve got everyone else fooled, you know that?” you murmured, softly kissing the corner of his lips. “Sleeping all day like you’re above it all, when you’re a bigger slut than the rest of them.” You palmed him through his pants, his hard cock straining against the fabric, earning a muffled moan from him.

When he reached for your hips, you pulled your thumb from his mouth and grabbed his wrists just as quickly, pinning them on either side of him.

“If you want me, you gotta work for it.”

He groaned. “Jesus, you’re mean.”

“I know, but I think you like that,” you said. “Do you like that?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he answered without hesitation.

You released his wrists from your grasp, kicking off your heels as you walked back to sit on the edge of the bed. “Then show me how much you want me.”

He sank to his knees before you without hesitation. He would have looked almost pious if his hands were clasped together instead of pulling your panties and stockings down to your ankles, his tongue darting out from between his lips as you spread your legs. He’d seen you before, though, not this intimately, but close enough. Privacy was a scarce resource, and so modesty packed its bags along with it. You’d conquered shame on those islands, perhaps the first woman to do so. Maybe that could be included in Lady Marines’ recruiting materials—put the church out of business, be naked and unashamed.

With a frustrated groan, you pulled off the wrap dress, hearing it tear as you were too impatient to untie it properly. The soft, patterned fabric pooled around Hoosier’s knees. He pushed your slip up around your hips, his calloused fingers drifting down between your opened legs. His rough touch electrified you, your legs seizing a bit when he started rubbing your clit with the pads of his fingers, watching intently as your face contorted in pleasure.

His hands gripped your thighs as he ducked his head between your legs, slowly dragging his tongue up your leaking slit until his lips reached your clit, sucking it while he slipped his fingers inside you. Leaning back on the bed, comforter balled up in your hands, your arms strained to support you as he ate you out, lust clouding your reason, your climax just achingly out of reach, like he was doing it on purpose.

“Don’t fucking stop,” you ordered through gritted teeth, your hand buried in his hair, keeping his face pressed against your pussy. His teeth grazed your clit, and your pussy clenched around his fingers when he flicked his tongue against the sensitive bundle of nerves. Your back arched, pleasure cracking down your spine like a whip as you came with a moan that echoed in your ears. “Hoosier—Bill—oh my god—” His tongue lapped up your wetness as you rode out your orgasm on his face.

He moved back from between your legs, hair unkempt and face flushed, his mouth and chin glistening in the low light.

“I wish I had a camera,” you sighed, affectionately running your fingers through his messy hair. “You look perfect.”

“Yeah?” he asked, almost dazed.

You nodded. “Like a wet dream.”

He moved to wipe his mouth with the back of his hand, but you grabbed his wrist before he could.

“Don’t,” you said, a little harsher than you intended. “I wanna see how I taste.”

When he stood up, you took his face in your hands, kissing him deeply, taking in the taste of yourself on his tongue, his lips. The sensation sent an irrational, possessive urge through you, greedy for more of him, as much as he’d give you—and only you.

“You got a condom?” you asked breathlessly against his mouth.

“If I don’t, I’m gonna kill somebody,” he grumbled, searching his pockets for one.

Salvation in his front shirt pocket, he held one up triumphantly.

With shaky hands, you unbuttoned his shirt, frustrated by how much he was wearing compared to you—for once. Usually you were the one overdressed, sneaking glances of envy and admiration whenever he was shirtless. He had never caught you, or at least he never let on that he had. You reveled at finally having your hands on him the way you wanted, the way that’d make you curl your hands into fists, digging your broken fingernails into your palms to distract from how frustratingly out of reach he was on those islands.

Your slip came off over your head much easier than the dress, and soon a pile of discarded clothes was kicked to the wayside as he joined you on the bed.

You stroked his cock, his hips jerking at your touch.

“It’s been a while,” he offered as an explanation for how his body reacted. As if he needed to, as if you weren’t on the verge of pouncing on him at that very moment.

“I don’t care. I want you inside me, Hoosier. I wanna feel you when you come.”

He groaned, chewing on his bottom lip. “Oh fuck.”

You kissed him, practically swallowing the groan that emerged from his throat when he plunged his cock inside you, your cunt clenching around him as he filled you.

He pressed his forehead against yours, his gaze locked on your eyes as you struggled to keep them open with each thrust in your pliant pussy, taking him deeper with each stroke.

“Fuck—I’m close,” he barely managed to force out, his cock twitching as he neared orgasm.

“I got you, baby,” you whispered, your lips soft against the shell of his ear as his thrusts slowed and became erratic as he bottomed out inside you.

He gave you a sloppy kiss, taking a few moments to catch his breath before pulling out of you. “Fuck,” he murmured, mostly to himself.

You curled up beneath the covers as he got up to discard the used condom.

“Jesus Christ, they’re gonna think someone tried to decapitate me,” he said from the bathroom.

“Sorry!”

“Don’t be. Maybe I can claim some rare jungle illness and get a few extra days off.”

You scoffed, smiling when he got into bed next to you, pulling you against him. “Yeah, you and every other Marine running around Melbourne.”

“Hotel room was a good call,” he said softly, nuzzling his nose against the crown of your head. “Fuck, I’m gonna be dreaming about this on the next shithole island they dump us on.” He was quiet for a moment. “Never thought that’d get me going, you bossing me around and all.”

“Something about you brought that out,” you said. “I don’t know, I feel like I’d go crazy if another woman touched you.”

“I’ll make sure to warn ‘em.”

You barked out a laugh, hiding your face in the crook of his neck before resting your head on his shoulder. “How about you? Most guys think eating out is degrading.”

“Because they’re fucking idiots.”

“I won’t argue with that.”

The two of you talked well into the night before falling asleep, only to be awoken at ten in the morning by a phone call from the front desk, informing you that if you didn’t check out within the hour, you’d be charged extra.

“Can we put it on Chuckler’s tab?” Hoosier grumbled, reluctantly getting out of bed.

“I wish,” you said, hastily freshening up in the bathroom.

“What’re you gonna do with that dress?” he asked. “Can’t take it with you.”

You shrugged, glancing at the torn, wrinkled garment. “I guess I’ll just leave it here.”

And you did, leaving it behind as you slipped out of the hotel room first. Wearing your uniform, far less comfortable than what you’d been wearing the day before, would inevitably draw unwanted attention to you and Hoosier if you left together, especially if you were seen by any number of fellow Marines who were prone to running their mouths. That, or the same haughty manager could have been behind the front desk again.

By the time Hoosier caught up with you at the cricket stadium, Chuckler was already there, sitting on your cot with you as he told you all about his escapades the night before. His attention quickly shifted to Hoosier.

“Hey, who was that cute broad you were with the other night? The one in the slinky dress?” Chuckler asked as he pulled on his boots. “Was she any good?”

Hoosier glanced at you, a smile tugging on his lips. “She was a real nympho. Tore off her dress and everything.” Your eyes widened when he held up a scrap of fabric clearly ripped from your now discarded dress. Chuckler grabbed for it, but Hoosier kept it just out of reach. “Woulda thought she was in heat or something”

You kicked his boot.

He snickered.

Chuckler didn’t notice the silent exchange, instead huffing out, “Man, I gotta get me a girl like that.”

“Gonna have to look somewhere else,” Hoosier said, eyes on you as he pocketed the torn piece of your dress. “This one’s mine.”

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