“Put that down.” Her wild giggles as she tried to escape me warmed my heart. I picked her up and blew bubbles in her tummy making those giggles get even louder until they became squeals. She’s her mother’s daughter for sure; loud. I put her on my hip which I like to tell myself is her perfect place to be and walked deeper into the house to find the rest of my family.

I took the paperweight from her before she smashed me in the face with it and didn’t even bother asking her how she got it off the desk in my home office. I found my wife and son in the kitchen working on a science project for school. That one takes after his mom too, he got her brains.

The smiles on their faces when I walked into the room, was worth every hell I’d ever been through. My wife waddle around the kitchen island and came over for her hello kiss, which I was only too happy to give her. I put my little terror on the floor and put my hands on the mound of Katya’s tummy where my unborn son or daughter was cooking.

“Hello beautiful, I missed you.” I kissed her lips, which apparently was too much for my brats who made gagging noises behind us. I’m sure Junior who was five was the one who set that off and as usual my two-year old princess followed her big brother.

“I missed you too. I think the baby’s gonna be early.”

“Why what happened?” She smiled and patted my arm. I love when she makes light of my mini freak-outs, but where she and the kids are concerned I don’t mind looking stupid every once in a while. A common cold can send me into a panic.

“He or she has been very active all day.”

“Why didn’t you call me?” I didn’t miss her eye roll as she went back to help our son and save him from his sister, who was doing her best to help him with his project, which meant certain destruction.

Leanna might have her mother’s lungs, but she’s all me. In fact both of my kids have all of me, whether it’s looks or personality. I dropped my jacket over a chair and rolled up my sleeves as I went to help. Almost everything in this house was a family project.

I saw that my daughter had already been set up on her baby table with her own baking soda and whatever she had in a cup to make her own volcano or whatever it is they were making. I guess she’d made a detour to my office at some point to nab the paperweight, which was almost as heavy as she is.

“Hi son, how was your day?” I listened as my kid told me excitedly about his test scores and his new friend, the frog the class had adopted and everything else that he could recall from his day. I paid attention to every word until his sister interrupted us to give me her report.

I admired my son’s patience as he waited for her to ramble on and on, both of us pretending that we understood her baby twang. Once she was done and I could get a word in edgewise I rounded them up for bath time.

I’m sure they’d already eaten because I was a little late getting home and it was way past their dinnertime. I also knew that my wife had waited for me to come home before she had her own dinner. I ran the bath for my son before taking my daughter into her own room to set her up as well.

Junior doesn’t had started tending to his own baths in the last couple of month, something I was still not too sure about, so I kept my ears tuned until I heard his mother go in to sit on the chair I’d set up in there for her. She was getting too big to be comfortable sitting for that long in the toilet seat.

I let my daughter douse me with half her bathwater while playing submarines, made sure she was clean and took her out of the tub to which she objected. “You’ll turn into a prune princess. Let’s go read your favorite book.” She clapped her hands and squealed as we headed to her room.

I got her powdered and dressed before tucking her into bed and sitting next to her for story time. Down the hall I could hear her mother going through much the same thing with our son. Poor kid was out within ten minutes and I felt guilty.

I make it a point to be here every evening. The housekeeper slash babysitter leaves every evening at five and I don’t like leaving my family here alone after she’s gone. But today couldn’t be helped. I’d gone back to work after they’d begged me to return, apparently not many people had my expertise. I knew it was because of friends in high places that they’d called me back.

I’d turned them down at first because of all the travelling, but they’d worked around that. They’d let the new kids on the block handle the travel and I could stay home with my family. Today I’d had the meeting from hell, something new was jumping off in the IC world that needed my special attention and I’d wanted to get a head start since it was a viable threat to the country.

I kissed her forehead and felt all the love I had in me for this little person. When she sighed and cuddled into her pillow, I turned on her nightlight and pulled her door halfway closed so I could hear her if she needed me in the night. I walked into my son’s room where he and my wife were having a conversation instead of reading.

That was their thing, ever since he was his sister’s age. He had a vivid imagination and a million questions. I sat on the bed next to him as his mom sat on the chair she’d pulled up next to his bed. “What’s tonight’s topic of conversation?” You never know with these two.

It could be the conflict in Syria or why he couldn’t have cake for breakfast. “The Native Americans.”

“They’re teaching him that already? What is he twelve, fifteen?” The kid scares me. I’d been a bit of a brain in my day, but he had me beat. I had a feeling his sister was going to be even scarier, she was already asking questions that her daddy had no answers for. Like how the baby got in mommy’s tummy. She wasn’t going to know the answer to that until she was thirty if I had anything to say about it.

“No, we went to the library after I picked him up from school and he chose a book on the Cherokee.” My gut knotted at her casual mention of driving to the school but I didn’t let on in front of our son. I listened to their voices drone on as I dealt with my unease.

I hate for her to drive unless I’m there with her, and I especially do not allow her to get behind the wheel when she’s this pregnant. I still have lingering fears of what had happened to my wife and son all those years ago. I knew for a fact that I wouldn’t survive that hell a second time around.

I didn’t realize Junior was fading until she reached for my hand. I kissed my boy goodnight and followed her out of the room with my hand in hers. I waited until we were in the kitchen and I’d had some time to calm down before broaching the subject.

“You drove?” She was in the middle of taking our food from the warmer and turned to look at me.

“No honey, Lea was having one of her tantrums so she and I took the drive with May. Stop worrying, I promised didn’t I?” I breathed easy again and went to set the table.

“Sit baby I got it.” I took the plates from her hands and placed them at our places on the cozy table in the breakfast nook before going to the fridge to get her favorite juice and something for me to drink. No way was I drinking that concoction. The shit was green. Probably kale or some other nasty shit that has no place in a blender.

We held hands as we ate, something I never thought I’d have again. In fact that was something new between her and I. I’d stopped feeling guilty for all the new things I shared with her. Things that I’d taken for granted the first time around I no longer did.

I stayed on top of her and the kids, and because she knew where I was coming from, it didn’t make her crazy. I keep them close, my little family, seeing to their every need. I watch over the three of them like every day might be the last. I don’t think I’ll ever outgrow that, but I’ve learned to live with what she calls my overprotective gene.

“Mom called today.” She squeezed my hand.

“Oh yeah, what did she have to say?” Her mom and I were not the warmest with each other. She’d had a hard time forgiving me for getting her daughter pregnant at eighteen and she didn’t even know the whole story.

“Dad.” That’s all she needed to say. My hackles rose but I kept my cool.

“What about him?”

“She wanted to know why I won’t go see him.” I looked at her to gauge her mindset. There isn’t much I deny her, and if she wanted this…

“Do you want to?” I’d try to understand if she did, but I can’t say I was happy about the prospect. We hadn’t seen or heard from him in six years and I’d like to keep it that way. We’d come up with a plan back then on how to make him pay for what he’d done without giving our secret away.

She was more worried about me than herself even though I’d been more than willing to pay for what I’d done. It would’ve meant being away from her if they sent me up, something I was sure back then would’ve killed me, but I wanted her to be proud of me. I couldn’t ask her dad to own up to his crimes, if I wasn’t willing, to do the same.

She was the one in the end who convinces me that I’d suffered enough and she didn’t need me to play the martyr, her words. In the end she’d called him and told him she was okay. I sat there and listened while she lied to him.

She told him that she’d left on her own accord because she’d learned something about him that had upset her. He believed her when she said that she’d been receiving secret messages, because he too had received the same.

She told him to call off the search and come up with a story unless he wanted her to go to the newspapers and tell them the story. I had no idea that she’d planned to that anyway. I’d still been trying to figure out how to make him pay, when she took it out of my hands.

He’d cleared things up with the cops, telling them that she’d gone off with friends and had no idea that there was a search going on for her. That her phone had been lost and that’s why no one could reach her. At least that part was true, I’d smashed her phone that first night and dropped it down a storm drain.

Once the coast was clear, she’d asked me to trust her to go back alone. it was the hardest thing I’d ever done since losing my family, but I owed her that much. I prayed from the minute she left my sight.

That night she called and told me to turn on the TV. It was all over the news. Not only the fact that he was charged with insider trading but also the fact that he’d killed my wife and son. I sat there in astonishment as they read the report I’d compiled. I didn’t even know she’d taken it.

I watched through tears as she told the reporter why she’d come forward with the story. She kept to the lie that she’d ran off when she learned the truth of what he was and even told them that she was going to marry me. According to her we’d met and struck up a relationship. She wouldn’t tell them anymore than that.

The report was enough to have the authorities looking in the right place and he was going away for a long time if not ever. That night I sat out on the porch as the sun was going down, holding my breath. She could’ve changed her mind anytime between that interview and now, but I was hoping…

I’d fallen all the way in love with her; that was never more obvious than at that moment. I tried to imagine what I would do if she didn’t come back and I couldn’t see it. I’d told myself I would let her go if it’s what she wanted but I couldn’t do it.

I was about ready to go after her when I saw the headlights coming down the little dirt lane that led to the cabin. I was off the porch and running towards her before she came to a stop. I opened her car door and pulled her out and into my arms. “Thank you, you won’t regret this I promise.” And I’d kept that promise ever since.

“Well do you?”

“Do I what?” She took a bite of her roast chicken and hummed with pleasure.

“Do you want to go see him?”

“Don’t be stupid why would I want to do that?” The tight band of restriction that had gathered around my chest eased and I breathed again.

She changed the subject to the new baby and what was needed in the nursery. “I’ll get to it this weekend. You’re sure now, this is the color you’re gonna stick with?” I’d already changed the damn paint on the walls twice. She was getting ideas from magazines and they all said something different.

“Yes smarty pants I’m sure. Now hurry up and eat I have a feeling this baby is coming soon. I have to get all the loving I can now to last me the next three months since you refuse to touch me before I’m completely healed.”

Damn straight, I’m not about to take risk with her and even though after both pregnancies I’d been horny enough to fuck a knot in a tree stump, I never touched her until the doctor gave her the all clear.

I wolfed down the rest of my meal and pulled her up from the table. “Let’s go, we’ll get the dishes later.” I dragged her laughing down the hallway to our room and closed the door. I tugged at the wraparound dress until it fell at her feet while her hands pulled my shirt from my waistband.

I pulled her in close and covered her mouth with mine while my hands hugged her tummy where my child laid. The little one kicked against my hand, her little hello to daddy. I was secretly hoping for another little girl. She worked on my pants and I stepped out of them before leading her to the bed.

I helped her sit before laying her back and spreading her legs open. “Open yourself for me baby.”

Her hands came down and spread her pussy lips open for me. I studied the pinkness of her pussy before leaning in for a smell. I love her scent, it lives inside me. I teased my tongue up and down her slit until I reached her clit and back again.

She tugged at my hair pulling me harder into her pussy and I gave her more of my tongue. My hand went up and rubbed her tummy as I fucked her with my tongue. It always makes her hot when I play with her pregnant belly, it makes me ravenous too for that matter.

When her legs shook and I felt her juices gush into my mouth I got to my feet and took her legs in my hands opening her up wider. She reached around her tummy as best she could and gripped my cock in her hand, giving it a few good strokes before guiding it to her pussy slit.

She still gets that hungry look in her eyes for me, still sighs when I first enter her. If not for the kids I could almost believe that no time at all had passed. Sometimes we pack the kids up and head up to the cabin to relive our past. I even get to tie her up.

I was careful of her tummy as I stroked into her. She was able to take me even easier now after the babies and I loved having my dick buried to the hilt inside her. She panted out her need as she looked down between us at my cock slicing into her cunt.

“Harder Royce, do me harder.”

“Not on your life.” I kept up a nice slow steady pace no matter how she begged. I wet my fingers in her pussy juice that ran down between us and took her clit between my fingers. I couldn’t give her what she waned for fear of hurting her, but I know how to get my woman off.

She arched her back and had a nice soft cum on my cock, but I should’ve known that wasn’t good enough. Her spoilt ass, don’t like the word no. “I want to ride your cock.” She pouted until I gave in. I pulled out of her body and got in place in the middle of the bed before helping her to straddle me.

She bit into her lip in concentration as she took my cock in hand and held it in place. I held her hips and helped her take me in until she was fully seated on my cock. She made an ‘oomph’ sound when my cock pierced her and got comfortable with her hands planted on my chest.

“Do you need me to help you baby?”

“No.” She almost snapped my head off and flung my hands away making me laugh. She wanted to be in control and I had no problem letting her take the lead.

Her breasts, which always seemed to be full, hung down as she leaned into me and rocked her hips making my cock very happy. I sucked milk from her tit and my cock grew harder, longer. Her pussy tightened from the suckling of her tit and I did it again. chewing on her sensitive nipple because I know it drives her crazy.

I grabbed her hip to slow her down when she went too fast but there was no stopping her. She flung her head back and pushed her plump tit deeper into my mouth as she fucked herself on my cock. I watched her in awe, “so beautiful’. It still hits me every once in a while how lucky I am to have found her.

Six years ago I didn’t foresee this, didn’t know beyond getting her pregnant where we would be. Now here we are, two kids and another on the way and more to come because I love making her pregnant.

“Did you ever realize that you always get pregnant at the cabin?” I might be off a little but the thought just hit me.

“I know, I plan it that way.” That made my cock harder and without warning I turned her over onto her back.

“You do?” I kept fucking into her as she nodded her head yes. In all these years together, I never quite knew if she really had forgiven me or if she was just saying it to ease my guilt. But with this one admission she’d erased any lingering doubt.

“Thank you.” It was heartfelt and I meant it from the bottom of my soul. Something deep in my chest eased and I said a last goodbye to the past. I don’t know how or why I had been blessed twice in one lifetime, but I’ll never stop being thankful for it.

Sitting up I wrapped my arms around her and held her close as our hearts beat together. My whole world, the world I’d thought destroyed beyond repair had been found again in her. She and our kids. I know I’d kill anyone who fucked with them and that’s a given.

“I love you Royce.” It wasn’t the first time she’d said it, but each time was like a new beginning. Her love gives my life meaning in more ways than I can count. “Not half as much as I love you.”