I looked at the woman opposite me. Her hair was longer and untidy. I could not tell if she had lost weight, but she did look awfully thin with that face. Her eyes just shot daggers through my skull.
“You called me to come here. If you’re going to sit and glare, then I might as well turn around and go home.” I began to stand, but she shook her head, pleading with me to stay. Sitting back down, I sighed. “Karen, what do you want?”
Call me crazy for coming to visit this woman alone, but what else was I supposed to do when she called, begging me to see her. Ignore her and tell Griffin? No, I had not told him that I was here.
The good thing about having a baby? I could just tell him I had a doctor’s appointment for the pill.
Karen slid over a piece of paper and shrugged. “I know it’s late, but if you want them so badly, have them.”
My eyes stayed glued to hers. “Why now?”
Shrugging once more, she licked her lips and dragged her fingers through her hair. “I’m not getting out of here anytime soon, and when I do… they won’t want to see me.”
True. “Are you okay in here?” I asked her softly. It was probably the most civil conversation she and I had ever had. “I mean, you aren’t fighting anyone, are you?”
Smirking, she winked. “No one fucks with me. You should know that.”
I bit my tongue and nodded. “Good. I guess that’s a bonus.”
“Look, Ayla, you can fuck off now. You got what you wanted, and I heard you had a baby a few weeks ago. Congrats, you got the family you always wanted from him.”
“Not from him, Karen—” I took the piece of paper and stood, looking her dead in the eyes, “with him.”
Turning away, I headed for the doors with happy tears filling my eyes and a huge smile plastered across my face. This was the last I would ever have to see her, and it made me so damn happy.
***
I did have to see the doctor for birth control—the mini pill—because I was still breastfeeding and planned on doing so for quite some time. After the doctors, I headed on home. I could not wait. I missed them terribly and wanted nothing more than to hug my babies and smother my man in kisses.
Pulling down the drive, Griffin was at the window, holding Harper and pointing out towards me. He was an amazing father.
I tucked the piece of paper in my back pocket and made my way up the deck to them. He opened the door and greeted me. “Hey, Mama. We missed you.”
I smiled even more as Harper nodded, holding her arms out for me to take her. “Mama,” she said and snuggled against my side, tucking her head underneath my chin.
“Did she have her sleep?” I asked, walking into the living room after I had kicked off my shoes.
“For a bit. She woke not long after you left.” Griffin sat on the floor and began to pick up the toys scattered in front of him. “You’d think she’d have kept her good sleeping routine.”
I laughed, lying back on the couch. “I know. At least we have another good little sleeper, though. I’m tempted to go in there and pick him up.”
“Ayla, we both know better than to wake a sleeping baby. Leave him.”
I grinned, poking him with my toes. “I missed him. He’s so snuggly, though.”
“Oh, dear. So when are we trying for number three?” He laughed, shaking his head.
Eyeing him, with a grin. “Maybe I’m happy with two. I could be done.”
“Tough I think one more. When he’s eight or nine months, prepare to be pounded into pregnancy.”
“I love how you’re so romantic with your words. One more, that’s it, and you’re getting the snip.” I promised. “Now, what have you two been up to?” I asked, kissing Harper on the cheek. She was so beautiful and cuddly.
He went on, telling me about their game of chasings and then how she did a wee on her potty, which he gave her a bag of chips for. He was a really great and fun dad. He was so hands-on, and it made me fall in love with him all the more.
“How was the doctors? Are we right to, you know?” He smirked, watching his words around our daughter who already liked to copy us.
I nodded. “We’re good to go, but I have to tell you something else first.”
His eyes narrowed. “If you tell me you’re pregnant from me blowing a load over your pussy the other night, then I’m sorry, but I won’t believe you.”
I burst out laughing, hard enough to scare Harper. “No, I’m not, and you can’t say that around her.”
“Sorry, what is it then?” he asked. Harper climbed up onto his lap and reached for the wooden tea set mug. She loved to play that with him.
Just as I went to open my mouth, a cry came through the baby monitor, and I jumped up. “I’ll get him. You keep playing dolls with Harper.”
“You can’t keep that thing from me, Ayla. I’ll find out soon enough,” his voice called out. I just laughed.
In the bedroom, the cries grew louder as I leant over the crib and picked up Oscar, our sleepy six-week-old baby boy. Gahh, I was still in newborn bliss from giving birth to him weeks ago. He took his sweet time arriving, not wanting to leave his safe, warm little home.
Perching myself up on the bed, I unclipped my bra to feed, and his cries instantly died down.
I stopped feeding Harper once she turned two, just before I fell pregnant with this little guy. We were definitely trying for him all day, night, and every chance we got.
Toby was at college. It was hard seeing him go. He was striving each day. Who knew underneath his bad attitude was a really smart boy who worked hard. Mack was the same, and as much as he wanted to go work at Hogwarts, he ended up asking Griffin if he could come work with him at his architect studio, a surprise we all were not expecting.
He and Samuel were still going strong.
Griffin walked in as I laid a passed out Oscar back down in his Moses bassinette and came over to me. “Ayla,” he began. “Harper’s in bed. Now tell me.”
“She asleep?” I asked, shocked.
He nodded, undoing the top button of the jeans he wore. “Oh, yes. Now tell me.” Then he stopped and frowned. “Is this about Harvey?
“No. I wouldn’t see him. I told you I wouldn’t. I promised you that, Griffin.” After we had Harper, Harvey had shown up drunk out of his mind and begging for forgiveness. Like coming here at three am was going to win Griffin over. He then got mouthy when he was turned away and told Griffin he and I had screwed and that Harper may be his. Jesus, the shit that went down. Griffin lunged at him and did not let up easily.
That had been a tough time for us. It put doubts into Griffin’s mind, and I think he wondered if maybe what he had told him were true. I never spoke to Harvey again since that night. Last I knew, he and his girlfriend had broken up, and he had gotten someone else pregnant.
He smiled, relieved. “Good.”
Giddy nerves filled me as he was not going to like this much either. “I went to see Karen.”
He opened his mouth to say something, but then stopped and glared. “I’m sorry? You fucking did what?”
There was something about him cursing in a hushed whisper, carefully not trying to wake up the baby.
“She called me. I couldn’t afford to not go.”
“You should have told me.”
I rolled my eyes. “You would have stopped me from going.”
“Damn straight I would have. She’s crazy and in the psych ward for a reason, Ayla. She killed her roommate in prison! You think I want you to see her? How the hell did she even get your number?”
I went quiet and reached in the back of my jeans, pulling out a piece of paper. “She signed, Griffin. She wanted to give me this.”
His eyes scanned over the piece of paper, slowly reading everything written. “She signed just like that?”
I nodded. I did not want to get too happy, but this was a good thing for us. “I didn’t think she ever would, but she did.”
I was officially their mother. She had signed the adoption papers, and the boys were mine, ours. I wanted nothing more than for them to be legally mine, and now they were. Everything was beginning to fall into place for us. It had taken a while, but finally, we were going to be a complete family.
“We have to celebrate, get the kids together, and go out somewhere. Or we could do something here? What do you want?” he asked, glancing down at Oscar.
My eyes went to him and those half-unzipped jeans. My loins began to stir, and the blood heated through my veins. Arousal tingled through me. “You. I want you.”
Slowly, he made his way closer and began to undress me. I let him, and then it was my turn to take everything of his off. The kids were asleep, and the boys were out. I was making the most of this alone time we had.
“I love you,” I whispered, pushing him down on the edge of the bed.
“Ayla, you don’t have to do that.” He stopped and groaned as I ran my palm up and down his thick hard length. “Yes… Actually, keep doing that.”
On my knees, I leant in closer and started with one soft, slow, simple kiss. My eyes were still on his, letting him see the hunger gleaming through them. My warm wet, pink tongue peeked out to lick him from base to tip. Slowly, my eyes drifted shut, and a low hum of satisfaction vibrated down his cock.
“Ayla…” His soft moan heated the pool between my legs. “Come up here. Kiss me.”
“This is my candy, my treat, my time to relish in you,” I said, kissing slowly back up the way to his tip. “To show you just how much I appreciate, adore, and want you.”
His cock twitched in my hand, and his palm smoothly glided against my cheek as he pulled me up towards him and flipped me onto my back.
Both his hands cupped my cheeks, and he kissed me hard and deeply. My legs wrapped around his as he entered me with a deep thrust, causing us both to gasp over each other’s mouths.
“Oh, baby, want me… but I want you back just as much for the rest of my life. I want you, pretty.”
The End