Two Christmases Later
James
The feel of her bump reminds me of our wedding in Ireland. I have to take my family there again. I drive into her from behind because she’s sexy as fuck even when she’s washing dishes.
“I’m glad he’s down for a nap.”
“Sorry, wife, but you’re too fucking sexy to ignore in those itty-bitty shorts,” I growl against her slender jaw. I hold her tightly to me, taking her deep while she leans over the sink.
“I’m not upset. I’ve been waiting for you to come home all day,” she moans.
“I missed you the second I left. I do like that you can work from home part of the day, making it so I can get home to you faster.” I slide my hand down pinch her clit because I’m going to come with her round ass on me. She cries out and tightens her pussy around my cock. Jets of cum shoot into her tiny womb as she sucks it up with her own orgasm.
I pull out and fix her underwear and shorts before stuffing my cock in my pants. Then we go to clean up in our bedroom. Of course, we can’t keep our hands off each other, and I have her against the shower wall pistoning into her. Damn, if Piper wasn’t already pregnant, she would be now.
Finally, the whimpers of Denver sound through the baby monitor. He’s been a little under the weather, so we were expecting him to wake up crying. I go to get the guy, and I’m gifted with more than a handsome crying baby. Someone is really fucking gross.
“Dude, what the hell do you have in there?” I ask him, scrunching my face and holding my nose.
He giggles and babbles, “Mama.”
“I need to give you to your mama, but I’ll take one for the team,” I grumble. She comes in to see what’s taking so long and spins right around.
“I was waiting for him to poop,” she says in a sing-song voice.
“So you waited until daddy got home. It’s cool, but you’re getting potty-trained soon.” He’s only a year and a half, but I think it’s not too early.
I carry him down since I don’t like him taking the stairs down himself. He may be able to walk, but he’s not steady enough for us. Fuck, I turned into a super paranoid dad. I baby proofed everything. Since he learned to walk gates went up everywhere. I love him. “Mama, mama.”
“I’m taking you to her. Relax, buddy.”
“Buddy. Kissmast”
“Yes, Christmas. Can you say Daddy?”
“Daddy,” he says, squeezing my neck.
“Fuck yes,” I cheer without thinking.
“Funk yesh,” he repeats. Shit, I’m a dead man. “Funk yesh,” he continues, giggling as I set him down in his play yard.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” she asks.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I answer, looking away from her and whistling.
“We’re going to wash daddy’s mouth out with soap.”
“Daddy mouth soap.”
“Yes, but daddy would love to have something else in his mouth,” I growl, sliding my hands around her waist and cupping her fabulous breasts.
“That you can have too.”
“Merry Christmas. It’s time to open presents,” I add, squeezing her breasts once more before pulling him from his play yard and over to the tree. I can’t wait until we have another ten kids.
THE END