Easton

“Lachlan, will you stop this right now and come here so I can put your jacket on! My God, you’re a menace!” Sasha shouts, running after our precious boy. I beam proudly at him. He may be a menace, but he’s also a very intelligent wee menace.

“Easton, will you help me!” she screams from the distance. All I can hear as I get up from my comfortable position on the sofa is Lachlan’s giggles.

I enter the hallway finding Lachlan running down the stairs and a frantic Sasha following after, blonde tendrils in her face, breathing hard with a wee coat in her hands.

“Lachlan, careful running down the stairs now,” I say in warning. “Come on, Mum needs to take you to nursery.”

He giggles again, but stops dead. He always does as he’s told when I’m around. For some reason that really winds Sasha up.

“Typical,” she says, puffing out some air to get rid of the strand of hair in her eyes.

I smirk up to her un-amused face. “What can I say? He’s a Daddy’s boy.”

She slams the coat in my chest. “Well, maybe Daddy can take him to nursery then.” She places one hand on her hip and quirks her eyebrow at me. Fuck, does it make me want to take her. If it wasn’t for the cock-blocker in front of us, I would.

After Sasha came into my studio that day I haven’t let go of her since. Soon after she moved into my family, and shortly after that she handed in her notice at her job and started helping me at the shop.

And it couldn’t come soon enough. I had started to need help long before Sasha came on the scene. She does all the accounts as she seems to be a lot better at numbers than me. I have the good jobs, sketching, painting, and selling.

Best job in the world.

With time to spare on her hands, Sasha started up her love of bracelet making and very quickly became popular after selling a lot on eBay. In the end she set up her own website called Memory Bracelets, and it’s been flourishing ever since.

Four years ago, we married, and very soon after that we found out Lachlan was coming. It’s been the best year of my life, and things are only getting better. The only confusion I have is that Sasha is now called Lisa. In public I have to call her that, but in private, she is still Sasha. That was what her name was when we met, and that is what her name will always be in my heart. Thankfully, she doesn’t seem to mind. I guess she feels the same way I do. Well, that’s what I hope anyway.

“I’ll take him,” I say as I start to remove Lachlan’s coat. “He doesn’t frighten me.” I wink at Lachlan, causing a flurry of giggles. He has the most amazing brown eyes and an adorable mop of blond hair, which I’m thrilled about because it is just like his mother’s.

“I’ll see you at the studio then,” she chirps going to move past me towards the kitchen. I stop her in her tracks, though, pulling her towards me.

“I think we need to have a private meeting once I get there.” I notice the hitch of her breath when I mention a private meeting. She knows exactly what they entail—having her sprawled naked across my desk as I kiss every sweet part of her before pummelling my cock inside her heat.

Just as I’m getting lost in the lust of my wife’s eyes, I feel a small yank on my trousers. “Daddy, put mum down!”

Both Sasha and I laugh. Unfortunately he had learned this from Grayson. Every time he spots us in an embrace he makes a yucky sound and asks me to put Sasha down. Unfortunately you can’t say anything in front of kids. They lap up anything you say like a sponge—especially swear words.

“Okay, buddy, let’s go.” Reluctantly, I pull away from Sasha and watch as she sashays down the hall towards the kitchen, deliberately swaying her hips as she does.

“Temptress,” I mutter under my breath.

“Daddy, what’s a temptress?”

“Your mother,” I answer quickly, shaking my head as Sasha waves her wee fingers at us.

“See you later, my favourite boys.”

Lachlan runs into Sasha’s arms. She smiles, kisses his head, and says, “You be a good boy for Daddy now. Love you.”

“Love you too, Mummy.”

I see the aww moment in Sasha’s eyes as she watches him run back towards me, grabbing my hand.

“Look forward to our meeting later.”

“Me too,” she says with a wink before walking off.

She turns suddenly towards me. “Oh, and don’t let Cheryl flirt with you.”

I roll my eyes. My wife is convinced the teacher at Lachlan’s nursery has a crush on me.

I sigh, momentarily lost in memories of Sasha and I having sex. We’re explosive when we get together—especially if Sasha’s possessiveness gets the better of her. I personally love her going cavewoman on me. She’s like an animal and I can’t get enough—even after all this time.

I feel that yank on my trousers again. “Daddy, where you gone to?”

I chuckle, because it’s near enough the same thing I say to him when he goes off into his own world.

I ruffle my fingers through his blond hair. “I can’t tell you that until you’re older. Now, let’s get your coat on.”

I help him into his coat before leaving in the bitter cold air. It’s near to the end of March, but it’s still snowing. We leave the house and make the twenty minute journey to Lachlan’s nursery.

“Mr Lockhart,” Cheryl says as I approach. “How lovely to see you. No Lisa this morning?”

I smile because I’m picturing Sasha pulling me into her possessively. I see the flutter of Cheryl’s eyelashes and the way she’s deliberately trying to get me to look in the direction of her cleavage with her hand. Now I can see exactly what Sasha’s talking about.

“I decided to give her a break this morning.”

“Oh, how lovely,” she chimes, licking her lips as she gives me the once over.

“My mummy’s a temptress,” Lachlan suddenly chimes.

I see the completely perplexed look on Cheryl’s face. “What?”

“Err, it’s nothing,” I say quickly, handing her Lachlan’s bag before bending down to say goodbye to my boy. “One of us will be round to pick him up after three as normal.” I start to walk off, but not before hearing her voice.

“Okay, bye, Mr Lockhart.”

With my face flaming, I rush back to the car and make the short journey to my studio before parking up next to Sasha’s Range Rover. My cock stirs knowing that she’s in there waiting for me.

I’m disappointed when I walk in and see she’s dealing with a customer. Luckily she’s wrapping one of my sketches up. I look up along the wall to see which one it is to find the one of the Edinburgh Castle missing.

“Ah, there he is. Easton, meet Donna. She came in, bought your sketch, but was disappointed you weren’t here so she could meet you.”

I smile politely at the lady, but all I can think about right now is my wife’s pussy, surrounding my cock.

I shake her hand, nonetheless, offering her my best smile. “Nice to meet you, Donna.”

She starts going all flustered. Her cheeks instantly redden. “Oh, it’s so nice to meet you too. Your artwork is stunning.”

“Thank you.”

“Here you go, Donna. Enjoy.” Sasha hands the sketch over and she takes it from her.

“Thank you so much. No doubt I will be back for more. I’ve just moved into a bigger house and the walls look awfully bare.”

“Well, we’re here to accommodate,” I answer, noticing her cheeks flush again.

She stares at me a little before remembering herself. “Well, I better go. Thanks again.” She scurries off all in a fluster.

“The ladies can’t get enough of my husband,” Sasha breathes out with a sultry smile, causing my loins to wake up.

“Wait right there,” I say, quickly turning and running for the door. I turn the sign over and lock the door before stalking back towards my wife. “Meeting. Office. Now.”

“Ooh, I love it when you order me about, boss.” She turns, and I watch as her hips sway towards the back door, emphasising her peachy bottom. When at the doorway, she grabs hold of the edge, purposefully running her fingers down the rim and back up again. “What points would you like to discuss?”

She disappears through the doorway, and like a horny teenager, I follow her—my mouth practically hanging open. “Several things,” I whisper, catching up to her as she leans her arse on the edge of my desk. She hitches up her skirt, spreading those milky thighs of hers.

“What might they be?”

I close the distance, snuggling my hips in between her legs before thrusting my hardness into her. Her wide, lust-filled eyes meet mine and she gasps making my cock jerk.

“One,” I say, hovering over her lips. Close, but not quite close enough. “I want to discuss how fucking perfect your legs are.” I run both hands up her thighs causing her to wriggle a little at my touch. “Two, I want to know just how wet you are for me.” I place a finger inside her damp knickers, already knowing just how soaked she is. “And three …”

“I’m pregnant,” she suddenly blurts.

Everything stops. Did I just hear correctly?

“You’re what?”

She smiles, still breathless from her want. “I was going to tell you afterwards, but I can’t keep it in any longer.”

Then it really hits me. “You’re pregnant?” I ask, more urgent this time. She nods her head. “Sasha, that’s … fuck me!”

“Language,” she admonishes.

All thoughts of fucking her are momentarily ceased at the news. I cradle her stomach. “You’re really pregnant?”

She nods, tears in her eyes. We had been trying for two years and had even started talking about IVF, so this news is the fucking best!

“Oh my God! We’re going to have a baby!”

She screeches, lunging at me, her arms hanging tightly over my neck. I almost choke on her hold, but I don’t care. My baby’s having my baby.

“How far along are you?”

She sniffles in the crook of my neck. “Around nine weeks. I have my first scan scheduled on the fourth of May.”

“You kept that quiet from me.”

“I found out yesterday. I suspected, but didn’t want to say anything for sure. You were working late last night, and by the time you got home—”

“You were asleep in bed.”

I remember how tired she used to get when she was pregnant with Lachlan. Now it all makes sense. The sleepiness, the nausea she felt which we both thought was some kind of bug. Apart from the tiredness she had been feeling better. We thought she had gotten over whatever it was.

“This is amazing news, baby.” I pull her out of my arms and kiss her tightly. My need for her quickly resumes, and I can tell the feeling is mutual when she starts trying to yank my shirt off.

“I need my husband,” she says, urgency in her voice.

I smile because after everything my wife and I have been through, we still got through it all as we had each other. In a few years, Liam will be released from prison and I know she will be fearful of that, but we’ll get through that together, like we always do.

Because no matter what life throws at us, one thing always remains the same.

We were meant to be.

So I resume my job at making my wife’s pleasure become mine and kiss her until her knees go weak. I then pull away, whispering, “You don’t need to tell me twice.”