I haven't opened my eyes yet but I can already feel him looking at me, his breathing though not loud felt close. I open one eye then the other squinting away at the sunlight spilling from the sheer curtains...I shouldn't have changed these.
"Morning darling, you okay?"
"You tell me!"
I shouldn't have tempted a wolf but that was now spilled milk. I looked at my arm that wasn't covered and smiled. At least he always gets me dressed after. The silk pajama set that I really loved was on me. They'd been sent over two weekends ago, good thing I'd gotten a similar one for him and he had it on... we're matching. It got me really giddy as he pecked my forehead, cheeks then lips.
Then he leaned in for a deeper kiss that I had to interrupt...
"No wait!"
"What is it, we've done..."
"I haven't brushed my teeth."
He sighed looking at my face with question marks written all over before resigning to a nod. He's never thought it was an issue but I did. He carried me to the sink, helped get toothpaste on my brush before going through it himself.
After we were done, he leaned in again...kissing me enough that I recalled what happened the previous night. I pushed him away, I really need to walk today...and tomorrow. You'd think after all those sessions one gets used to it, I feel like it's a new experience each time.
"I ordered us breakfast."
"Okay!"
He tried to pry himself away but I didn't want to let him. Not for now anyway.
"Let me go and wheel it in."
"Okay!"
I still didn't let him go, hugging him tighter.
"Give me a minute I'll be right back."
I huff, let go and turn away...waiting for him to leave. He leaned in and pecked my forehead, chuckling at my childish behavior before getting off the bed and out if the room.
Watching him leave, I burrow under the blankets... for some reason, my head keeps conjuring images from last night making me horny...I think I am a tad bit strange. I have a slight backache, however sexy it looks on TV, the bathroom might not be a place for undertaking worldly sins. Let alone the kitchen counter, yet the feeling then felt right, dumb brain.
Riley has a thing for enticing, apologizing then you remain feeling you were at fault for falling into temptation.
"I imagine bending you over that stool!"
Damn, and I imagined it myself then recalled something I had seen and wanted to give it a try. Then you hear someone say...
"But no, I don't want to hurt you!"
The hell? Why did you plant the image in my head if you were going to be a oussy about it so I seduced him. And it became my fault.
It was a dangerous routine that I was trying to keep from but dear I am the greatest sinner out there. I fall into temptation every time. The massage and sweet nothings later are worth it no?
School this semester has been just the same old, slash out the wanting him and being young blah! Blah! Trying to ace everything because why not and living life to the fullest that there was.
Tomorrow, Paula's kid was turning five months old. We had just come to college for her first month celebration so we hadn't attended. They'd gone to country R so Paula's grandpa would meet his great grand kid and grant a nickname, he called her Lacy.
We'd gotten the live coverage and I am not sorry to say I watched it in class. Riley's parents had been shocked at the guns as presents from Paula's aunt's and uncle's.
The third month celebration had been grand, making her choose one of the family heir looks as the first great granddaughter and the first grandchild respectively. I think that ceremony was just a way of showing off and nothing more, how can a kid who didn't even know who they were choose shit?
During that period, no one except her parents could carry her, such BS.
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"We don't really need to go shopping."
"I need to choose the most perfect gift."
I really didn't want us going home this evening. His talks on having a baby had reduced the past two months. He'd been busy with projects, had talked to Jennifer. But now he was going to meet a kid, carry it, baby talk it, scent it then turn to me and look at me with those eyes...ones that didn't let anyone say no.
We had another suitcase full of gifts. Mom had joked about us using the opportunity to finish all our money on gifts. Then she'd sent Blane a huge red packet for his pocket money...money he let rest in a bank.
"You rascal, you know to come by now?"
"Shouldn't I be asking you that?"
She'd been gone for a good while, not into hiding but acclimating into being a full time mom. Something our parents didn't know about.
According to mom, she'd come back all withdrawn, looking like an addict trying to get off drugs. Till now, she hasn't said a thing, if you're new, this is how our family typically works. Everyone would rather die with their issues.
"Hello Blane, you look even cuter by the day."
"Still tiny, aren't you feeding him? Taffy looks better."
"I am keeping fit mom!"
"And I am not? Mom look at him."
To tell the truth, Taffy has gained weight, more chubbier but he was okay with it calling himself cute and all.
I left them to the playful tattle telling and walked to the back porch where dad and the boys were sat or stood, they had seriously come earlier than I.
Dad was carrying his only grandchild. Him seated on the rocking chair humming something. This posture made him look so much older.
"You're late!"
"Evening too grandpa!"
"Hey, I am not that old."
"Says the person clutching onto their first grandkid, you're old."
"Fine! But she's cute right? Have you ever held her?"
"Not yet!"
Since that day at the hospital, I haven't held this kid. Mostly because I was worried about hurting her and maybe because I was running.
He held her out and I looked around at the guys given the duty of prepping ingredients. I took her, looking at her face hoping she wasn't going to cry.
A shutter clicking made me turn quick only to see Paula who'd come from the other side with her husband.
"Hello uncle, how've you been?"
If she'd noticed my flinch, she didn't say anything of it.
"Great... we're alive!"
"Me too, we have something in common."
The two of us chuckled at thatas she came forward helping me adjust the baby.
"Don't fear her, she's just some months old."
"Fear the tearducts though."
Rashid and Kaleb came through carrying bags of ingredients and groceries. Blane followed behind them with a bag of his own.
"My baby Blane, I missed you!"
"Paula...hey...wait..."
He placed the bag carefully on the floor next to my legs then daashed forward to hug her. Telling her how he also missed her. Before long the kid was snatched from my arms by Rashid before falling into Blane's hands.
I didn't want to think about it so I went to help start a fire for the grill. I'd seen Quint had the ingredients skewered.
"Just these few?"
"Everyone gets one. We were waiting for you to make that stuffed goose."
Like they couldn't do it themselves. If it was dinner, then dad had to step up and grill the snack. It was great now that i knew he could cook.
I waahed my hands and begun prepping. Kaleb then Blane joining in as everyone took on a task. Three geese...such a huge family, now I wonder if we can get a larger oven to get two turkeys in for thanksgiving next time...only that could fill this large crowd.
Mom has always loved a huge household. I hope these over thirteen people were enough. Thinking of feeding them even a single meal then making sure they were safe was a huge hustle...mostly with Krattin taking the week off.
Rashid somehow found Quill eggsdad had painstakenly saved. Making them his own carefully boiling them as everyone worked. I think boiled eggs and cup noodles are the only thing he can make.
Eating together as family felt nice, the longest table being unfolded, sitting side by side, eating meat and drinking wine...sorry kid, and kids mom. The baby slept early and her mom wasn't allowed to drink...to her annoyance.
I was woken up by screams from the monitors we belatedly found had been erected in each room by Arachner. According to him, he didn't want anyone sleeping when he was waking up. There was someone who slept through it all though.
I really wanted to ask Blane if he really wa ready for such disruptions during sleep only to find him already awake and in the nursery, learning to change a kids very dirty diapers.
Maybe I should resign to fate. Coming here now really wasn't the best of ideas.