Depressed Neighbor

My neighbor (now 39) across the street lost her husband in a car accident and shortly after lost her only child a son (20) in a waterski accident. In the space of 10weeks her family was gone, I (49) was away working as was usual for me, my home was vacant while I was away. I'd a security firm checking regularly on it while I was away, garden service maintaining my garden. The contract I was on came to an end and I returned with a new job contract that didn't require me to travel. I wasn't a close friend of any neighbors, just nodded now and then on seeing any of them. The widowed neighbor across the street was depressed looking all the times I saw her. She was okay financially due to insurance payouts and family finances being good before the accidents. She had a secret the others in the neighborhood didn't know about. She had started drinking heavily, mostly after the death of her son. But done her drinking across town from her home, mostly coming home drunk by cab before passing out from the alcohol. Most bars refused service at some point, and she would then return home. But some kept providing her drinks, more interested in money then her safety. It was on one of these nights I came across her, I was in the area for a dinner with old colleagues. I was alone and left as soon as I could and while walking to a taxi rank, I came across my drunken neighbor hardly able to stand up by herself. If not for the light of a streetlight I wouldn't have known, it was her. Being a good neighbor, I helped her to the taxi rank and shared a taxi with her to get home. Getting close to our houses, I could see her near neighbors were having a party and realized my drunk neighbor would be seen drunk. So, I took to my house and inside and put her on a spare bed covered her with blanket. I went to bed and in the early hours of the morning I heard a crashing sound. On investigating I found my drunk neighbor trying to go to the bathroom. But it wasn't her house, so she was confused. I got her to the bathroom and afterwards back to the spare bed. In the morning, I made breakfast, she came into the kitchen and just wanted coffee. Then she asked how she got to my home, and I told her about finding her and the party at her near neighbor's home. She thanked me for helping her and as it was almost Sunday lunchtime every neighbor was home. So, she stayed until the street cleared of people to have their lunches to go home unseen. The following Monday I had a visit from her, she had made a chocolate cake as a thank you, and we talked for a time, and then she left. She didn't go drinking after that and became a regular visitor to see me as she felt she could talk with me more easily than others. I was divorced 7 years earlier and didn't have any children. Not having a girlfriend prefer working, but I started looking forward to her visits. Then I had to go away for a few days (family funeral), my widowed neighbor asked me would I mind her coming along. She didn't want to be alone, thinking she might start drinking again. With me just across the street she could visit me and boost her morale she said. I said OKAY you can come along, if you don't mind a lot of old people telling tall tales about my recently departed uncle. My family held wakes for the dead and tall stories were told, part of our Irish heritage. I thought the funeral might upset her, but being Irish it was fairly cheerful as my uncle was 87 at his death and had been ill for quite some time. So, it wasn't a sudden death, it was expected. At the wake she really enjoyed herself and didn't drink to excess like thought she might. Back in our motel room (2beds) in the wee hours of the morning having just returned in a party mood. We mucked about and ended up in bed together fucking like rabbits, fucking again later in the morning. Like they once you start it can be hard to stop. Not that I wanted to stop, nor did she. One thing we didn't take precautions during any of our sex romps. She got pregnant and we married a month later almost a year since the death of her son. Now we have a son, and she wants to keep trying to have another child, hopefully a daughter. I'm happy to do part and she isn't as depressed anymore but still misses her lost son and first husband. She says I'm the tonic she needed to restart her life.