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She smooths her skirt and when I notice, she says, “You spent so much money on all these clothes for me, and now in a few months, I won’t fit into any of them.”
“Then I’ll buy you more,” I say, kissing her hand that I can’t wait to see with my ring.
“Hopefully, I’ll lose the baby weight quickly and still get some use out of these.”
“Unless you get pregnant again right away,” I say this absentmindedly like my brain has figured out we’re starting a family.
That won’t just be one child.
Not hearing a response, I look her way and smile.
“Assuming...”
“You’re going to be one of those men counting the days until we can have sex again?”
Her vocalizing a somewhat distant future that depicts us still together relaxes me.
I offer a truthful answer. “Probably.”
She smiles. “I’ll probably be counting the days with you.”
Up in the driver’s seat, Denton shifts, taking my eyes off Ella.
I’ve always used a driver who doubled as a guard for years, not because I’m cheap, but because I could never keep my eyes off my iPad, or phone, or other device to do my job.
I worked around the clock, sometimes sleeping on the sofa in my office at the command center. Too many close calls forced me to realize I needed help in this area.
But Ella has normalized my sleep hours. By being with her all night instead of work, I was forced to delegate shit so I can have a life. With her.
There is no life without her.
We reach Fredricks Elementary, and I check the time.
Ten minutes to spare...
“Circle the block, Denton.” I pull Ella on top of me.
She gasps when she settles on my erection. “Whoa.”
“If you’re going to be a cock tease, you’re getting fucked in the car.”
CHAPTER FIFTY
Ella
Jory, my student for the rest of the school year, throws his usual tantrum when he has to wait his turn to pick his paint.
It’s tough for any five-year-old to learn this kind of patience. For Jory, though, it’s downright excruciating. I feel for the little guy. We sing songs while the six other students in Melissa’s developmental learning class debate over which color they want today.
She also only lets them have one color to teach decision skills.
That and to figure out who’s guilty if a kid ends up with a different color smeared on their face or tangled in their hair.
Thoughts of Balor and the things he does to my face and hair with his cum heat my core. But I push that away to stay present with Jory.
I particularly loved dancing with little Lia on Saturday afternoon. I stayed the whole class and told Katya I’d like to help out again. Balor’s sister-in-law is the sweet, gentle music that tames her beast of a husband.
Spending time with her, I see a future where she’s my sister-in-law, too, and it feels solid and right. As an only child, I always longed for a big family. But I also knew kids who grew up in mega-sized families and hated it. They would have preferred to have their parent’s attention all to themselves.