Rodney
When I opened the front door, the smell of food welcomed me home. Danielle was cooking again.
“I’m home,” I called.
“Dad!” Tommy cried, running from the living room where I heard The Avengers playing. He was hooked on the movie, and he watched it again and again. Tommy couldn’t get enough of superhero movies.
“Hey, big man. How are you doing?”
I tickled Tommy until he squealed.
“Fine,” he said in between giggles.
“Where’s Danielle?”
“Cooking,” Tommy said. His eyes trailed back to the movie. When I nodded at him, he ran back to the television, and I walked through to the kitchen.
I hugged Danielle from behind where she was stirring a pot on the stove.
“You’re home earlier than expected,” Danielle said.
“I couldn’t stay away a moment longer.”
She turned her head, and I kissed her. Coming home to a family, to the smell of a home-cooked meal in the air, and a woman as stunning as Danielle was more happiness than I had dared hope for after I had lost Chrissy.
“I went to the gynecologist today,” Danielle said. “She did scans.”
All my attention was on her. She had said she’d wanted to do the first one alone so she could wrap her mind around it. I hadn’t understood it, but I’d respected it.
“And?”
She hesitated.
“What?” I asked. “What’s wrong?”
Her eyes slid away from me. I was suddenly nervous.
“Danielle, talk to me.” I couldn’t handle bad news, not after everything had been going so well. Too well, I thought for a moment. Something was bound to go wrong.
“There’s three,” she blurted out.
I blinked at her. “What?”
“We’re having triplets.”
I couldn’t believe it. I waited for her to tell me she was joking, but Danielle only stared at me with a nervous expression. God, three more kids. With a woman like Danielle, we would be an amazing family.
“Are you upset?” she asked.
I shook my head. “Not upset. Shocked, but never upset. Come here.”
Danielle came to me, and I wrapped my arms around her.
“I’m happy with three more.”
“You’re just saying that,” she mumbled into my chest.
I shook my head. “Look at me,” I said. When she tipped her head up to me, I looked into those grass green eyes and knew that I wanted to do it all with her, no matter what came our way. “I want all three of them as much as I want you.”
“Promise?” she asked.
I nodded. “Promise.”
She studied my face as if she were waiting for me to tell her I was joking now. But I was more serious about this than I had been about a lot of things in my life. I kissed Danielle, and she melted against me, accepting what I was saying as the truth.
“Dinner is ready,” she said.
The three of us ate together. Tommy was in a good mood, talking about his day at school. He chatted away happily, and I watched him, smiling. I hadn’t ever seen him this happy. Danielle had only been living with us for a short while, but already, it was making a difference in Tommy. He finally had a balanced family.
When supper was over, Tommy put on his pajamas and came to fetch us. Every night, he wanted Danielle to read to him. I had to admit it was my favorite part of the day, too.
I settled into the armchair in the corner and listened to her voice rise and fall as she read from Tommy’s favorite books. This was how memories were made, I thought. This was what I would revisit when I was away from my family and I missed them. This was what I would hurry back to.
Tommy fell asleep while Danielle was reading. When she realized it, she smiled and closed the book, glancing at me. I was calm as well. I could have dozed off, too, if she’d kept going.
“Come on,” she whispered.
I quietly stood and tiptoed to Tommy, kissing him on the head before we left his room. I closed his door halfway and turned to Danielle.
“Come with me,” I said, taking Danielle’s hand. I led her to the bedroom and closed the door behind us. Tommy would knock if he really needed us. For now, I wanted to be alone with Danielle.
I ran the back of my hand down her cheek.
“Do you have any idea how much I love you?” I asked Danielle.
She blushed, turning her eyes down. I cupped her cheeks with my hands, tipping her face up. I kissed her, pouring everything I felt for her into that kiss. I needed her to know that in a very short time, she had become everything to me.
“I love you, too,” Danielle said through our kisses, and it was music to my ears. Hearing her say that to me, knowing that it was all real, and I wasn’t stuck in a dream was the happily ever after I had missed out on the first time around.
Danielle pressed her body flush against mine, moving her hips and pressing her body against my dick. I was already hardening in my pants. Her breasts were soft against my chest, and I lifted my hand and cupped one of them, massaging it, feeling her hard nipple poke through the material. The need to be inside her grew by the second. I didn’t think I would ever stop wanting her. Everything about Danielle was intoxicating.
She unbuttoned the work shirt I was still wearing and peeled it off my shoulders, running her hands over my chest and down my abs. My stomach muscles tightened when she raked her fingers through the triangle of hair on my lower stomach.
I helped Danielle out of her shirt before she undid my pants. I didn’t let her do more. I wanted her on her back while I could still have her. In a few short months, her belly would be too big, and we would have to compromise with her on top or me from behind until the babies were born. I guided her toward the bed while I kissed her, laying her down on her back. Her thighs fell open for me.
“God, I love it when you want me like this,” I said.
I undid her pants and pulled them down, pulling her sexy lace thong along with them. When she was naked, I kicked off my own pants and crawled onto the bed.
I wanted to be in complete control, on top of her, inside of her, connected.
“You’re beautiful,” I said to her, tracing her profile with my fingers and looking into her eyes that were the color of spring leaves. I never wanted to stop looking into those eyes. Today was about making love, about showing her what she meant to me, not just about fucking.
Danielle blushed, and her rosy cheeks made her that much more beautiful. I reached between our bodies, pushing my hands between her legs.
“You’re so hot for me,” I said when I dipped my fingers into her and felt her wetness.
“It’s these damn hormones,” she said.
“Not your hot man?” I asked with mock offense.
“And my hot man,” she said, giggling.
I smiled and kissed her, pumping my fingers into her a few times until she gasped and cried out. I guided my dick to her entrance, and Danielle’s breath hitched in her throat when I pushed into her. She was tighter than usual, and I groaned at the same time she did.
When I was inside of her, she shuddered, and I felt her body contract around my cock. I kissed her again before I slid out of her and started slowly rocking my hips back and forth. I wanted to tease her, to get her to open up for me more and more. I watched her face and saw the hunger growing as I kept it slow, torturing her.
“Rodney, please,” she whimpered.
I smiled. “I love it when you beg, angel,” I said.
I picked up the pace, fucking her harder and harder, pumping in and out of her. It didn’t take long before her first orgasm rocked through her body. She cried out, curling her legs around mine, her nails biting into my shoulders. I watched her face as her mouth opened, and for a moment, she stopped breathing before she gasped and moaned again. I loved watching her orgasm and fall apart in my arms.
When the orgasm was over, Danielle peeked at me through hooded eyes.
“It’s my turn,” she whispered, and I knew what she wanted.
I pulled out of her and laid on my back next to her. She rolled over and climbed onto me. I could already see the changes in her body. Her stomach was slightly swollen, and her breasts were enlarged. It was hot as hell. There was something about her body now that she was carrying my child that was irresistible.
When Danielle sat on top of me, I could only focus on how she felt on top of me and how tight she was. She rocked back and forth, her hands on my chest for support, and I groaned. When there was love involved, sex was nothing like a detached one-night stand.
Danielle started rocking harder and faster. Her breasts swung back and forth above my face, and I reached up to hold on to them. Her face was slack, her lips parted, and I knew it was how deep I pushed into her, as well as the friction of her clit against my pubic bone. Danielle wasn’t only riding me; she was rubbing out another orgasm of her own.
The idea that she was working herself closer and closer to the edge, how tight she was on my cock, and how hard she rode me brought me closer as well. When Danielle orgasmed, her pussy clamped down on me, and I released as well. I pumped into her, jerking and spasming, and her body milked me, contracting in rhythm with my orgasm. We moaned together, her face so close to mine that our lips almost touched.
I pulled her against me, pressing our lips together and kissed her, hard. I kissed her so that she would never wonder what I felt for her again.
When the orgasms faded and it was just the two of us in a tangle of limbs, breathing hard, Danielle lifted herself off me. We lay in bed together, naked, my arm around her shoulders, her head on my chest.
“It’s not too much?” she asked. “Three more kids is a handful. We weren’t even planning for one, let alone three.”
“I wouldn’t have chosen it for myself, but now that it’s happening, I won’t change it for the world. We’ll make it work, and we can get help if we need it. A nanny or something.”
Danielle nodded. Knowing that we were going to have triplets was a bit of shock, but I meant what I said.
“What would we name them?” Danielle asked.
I thought about it for a moment. “We should name one of them Markus, after your dad,” he said. “If we have any boys. What do you like?”
“I like Ava and Rose,” she said. “And I agree about Markus. What about Jackson? And Logan?”
I nodded. I was fine with anything. I didn’t care what they were named as long as they were all safe and healthy. “Let’s add Samantha to the list in case it’s three girls. Then we’re ready for whatever happens.”
Danielle smiled and tipped her head up to kiss me.
“Done,” she said.