Chapter Four

Gabe

4 Weeks Later

Everyone left.

My song still wasn’t done.

And I had no leads on what I should sing about.

Kimmy started bawling the minute I told Saylor to lay down, so with my guitar pick in my mouth I rushed upstairs, picked up my girl, and started rocking her to sleep.

She wouldn’t have it though.

It was like she was allergic to closing her eyes — not that I cared, I could stare into her eyes for years and never get bored. Her yawns made me think that I could find anything fascinating about her if I just looked hard enough.

“Look at that,” I mused, “Your daddy’s one of the biggest rockers in the world, and just like that, brought down by seven pounds six ounces of pure beauty.”

She sighed.

I kissed her fingertips, her hand was so small, so pale next to the ink on my fingers.

I kissed her cheeks.

I wanted to exist near her for the rest of my life.

I didn’t even hear the door open.

“Sexiest thing, I have ever seen.” Saylor said with a sleep filled voice. “I brought you a bottle.”

I turned and winked.

She sagged against the door. “If I wasn’t so tired I’d tell you to strip right now.”

“Oh?” I looked down. “I”m already halfway there.”

“Don’t remind me,” She eyed my bare stomach, the ink, the six pack I kept so she’d keep licking between the lines. “I want you so bad.”

“If I get her to sleep?”

She yawned.

I wasn’t even disappointed. We had years to have sex. Our lifetime.

But this moment, it would be gone tomorrow, she’d be one more day older.

And I wanted to cherish today.

I knew how precious it was.

“Ughhhhh.” Saylor stomped her foot then walked over to me, her body had changed and I couldn’t quit looking at her chest if I tried. Swear they were like a homing beacon for my eyes only. “I want you.” She rose up on her toes, swiping her tongue across my lower lip.

With a moan I pulled Kimmy to one side and wrapped my arm around her body pulling her tight against my naked chest as I thrust my tongue inside, tasting her, tasting home.

Kimmy started crying.

We broke apart.

“Welcome to parenthood, rockstar.” Saylor winked.

“Wouldn’t have it any other way.” I whispered, our foreheads touching.

She ran her hands through my light blond hair, “You finish your song yet?”

Stress ate away at my chest. “Not yet, I’m kind of stumped.”

“Just write what you know.”

“What’s that?”

She looked down at Kimmy then back at me. “Love. Loss. Redemption. Take your pick.” She slapped my ass and walked off. “Oh and the bottle’s downstairs ready for you.”

I saluted her and walked slowly down the stairs, through the darkness of the kitchen. I tested the bottle then gave it to Kimmy. I sat at the piano and sighed.

Then started to sing.

“Think of me when you sleep… no matter where you go I’ll be…” I frowned and then kept singing, until I had one verse. Two verses.

A chorus.

By the time I knew it Kimmy was sound asleep. I carefully walked back upstairs put her in her crib, then made my way back to the piano.

My hands flew over the keys.

Thankfully my recording room was completely sound proof.

I banged out the song so fast, and sang it with such passion and conviction that by the time I was done, I was exhausted, sweat poured down my face.

And then Saylor was sitting next to me.

She placed the monitor on the piano, and then pulled her shirt over her head.

I sucked in a breath as her chest heaved, and then she slowly turned to me. “That’s the sexiest song I’ve ever heard.”

“It’s about the sexiest woman alive — and the gift she just gave me…” I nipped her lower lips. “Hope it’s okay to use you as inspiration.”

She moaned against my mouth as I slowly moved my hands to her hips, and lifted her off the piano bench, sliding her shorts down to her ankles at the same time. “Tell me if I hurt you.”

“Impossible.” She responded to my touch so sensually that I was hard the minute she breathed in my direction. Straining for release against my jeans, wanting nothing more than to plunge into her and feel her walls around me.

“Gabe,” She moaned. “Please. And don’t do that thing where you want me to orgasm like five times before you finish, I want this hard and fast.”

I jerked in surprise. “But you’re meant to be loved to—“

“—Gabe, if that baby wakes up before you’re pounding into me I will strangle you in your sleep.”

I grinned wide. “I kinda like this new feisty mom side of you, hey are you gonna get the mom cut too? Maybe some mom jeans—“

She silenced me with a kiss that rocked me to my core, then hastily unbuttoned my jeans and jerked them from my hips, grabbed my cock and began to pump with her hand.

“Shit,” I cursed, “You weren’t kidding.”

“Now!” She kissed me harder.

I wasn’t complaining.

I laid her down across the piano bench and thrust into her so fast that I saw stars, and then accidentally pressed my left hand onto the piano keys.

She laughed when I almost fell over, before I surged harder into her, again, and again. She screamed my name while I swore hers.

“I love you.” My voice was strained, my vision blurred.

She jerked my head down, our mouths met in a heated kiss. “I love you too.”

It was over faster than it started.

Still inside her, I drug out kisses down her neck, and then breathed in her scent, just as a little scream from the camera alerted us to either a poppy diaper or hunger.

I leaned down and bit her softly on the shoulder, then whispered in her ear. “Tag, you’re it.”

She pulled away from me, then eyed my cock until I was hard again, then shrugged and said, “Okay!”

“Unfair!” I called after her.

“Marriage!” She yelled back.

“Parenthood.” I countered.

She peeked around the corner and winked. “I’ll be ready for round two once the minion is asleep again.”

“Thank God.” I was so aroused again I couldn’t see striaght.

“Oh and Gabe?”

“Yeah?”

“I love the song.”

I love you.

And I always will.