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“That’s because you have the best daddy there is.” She smiles at him in the mirror, and then like it’s the most natural thing in the world, she leans forward and kisses him on the cheek.
Neither one of them notices what she’s done, and maybe it’s not actually a big deal. But to me? The breath is knocked out of me. I don’t even think their momma ever loved on them like that. Especially not Wade. She never wanted a boy, and when he came out screaming, I could see the annoyance on her face.
But now he’s giggling as she blows raspberries on his cheek and neck. His face turns red as he tries to bat her away, and her face gets absolutely covered in purple hair dye.
“Say uncle! Say uncle!” he shouts, tickling her neck with his chubby fingers.
“Okay, okay!” she cries out playfully. “Uncle!”
She picks up an old rag and wipes violently at the dye on her face, but I think it’s going to be stuck there until she showers.
“You seem to have patience with my two monsters,” I say once they’ve both settled down and she’s back to work on his hair. “Growin’ up like that make you wanna be the opposite?”
“God, yes.” She groans. “I always told myself I was not going to be like her. When I had kids, they would know that they were loved more than the material things we filled our house with. They were going to be put first. Their joy and laughter should fill a home, not things.”
I was gonna have to walk out of this bathroom before I got down on one knee for this woman. Jesus wept, she has me tangled up in knots. The way she talks about family and happiness…that’s the kind of life I want. That’s the kind of life I strive to give to my kids. And the fact that she wants exactly that makes me want her all the more.
“You want kids?” I can’t help myself.
“Yes.” Her eyes light up again when she looks over at me. “A whole horde of them. I’ve always known I want kids. It’s why I was a nanny for the past couple years. Figured it would actually be a job I enjoyed. Just didn’t anticipate how hard it would be to leave them when the job was done.”
Her voice cracks, and I can see the unshed tears glistening in her eyes. I can’t even imagine what it would be like to grow that close to kids and then have to leave them for another job. I know these two are my own, but if I had to leave them for any reason, it would feel like someone took my heart out of my chest and stomped on it with their boot.
And I can’t help myself. I know my kid is sittin’ on the counter in front of us, and I know I shouldn’t show any type of affection in front of them when we haven’t even begun whatever the hell is happenin’ between us. But she’s sad, and it’s breaking my heart in two.
So I take a couple of steps over to her, closing the distance between us, and I rub her back in soothing circles and then bring her clean hand to my mouth for a kiss. I’d kiss her hair, but unlike my children, I don’t want to be covered in hair dye. The guys would never let me live it down.
She leans into my touch and gives me one of her sweet Poppy smiles before I hear something crash in the kitchen.
“Wanna bet your sister tried to reach something she shouldn’t again?” I ask Wade.
He just snickers and nods.
“Yeah, me too, buddy. I’ll be back.” Turning to Poppy, I ask, “You okay?”
“Yeah, fine. I’m almost done here, and then I’ll wash my hair before we wash theirs.”
“Shower party!” Wade shouts, his arms flying up in the air.
If only I could have a shower party with Poppy…alone. In a house where for one night, we don’t have to worry about kids popping in at any given moment. That’s the kind of shower partyIwant.
We fallinto bed together after the kids have been put down for the night. Their freshly colored hair was the only thing they wanted to talk about: when they could try a different color, when they would be old enough to bleach their hair like Poppy’s, or when they could go to their grandparents’ house to show it all off.
But now Poppy is in my bed again, and she’s all I can think about. I helped her shower and completely failednotgetting a boner in the process. As she scoots closer, wrapping herself around my body, the scent of her shampoo fills my space.
“I think we should take care of this,” she whispers, running one of her hands down my stomach and under my shorts. Her soft hand wraps around me, and my hips press forward, desperate for the attention.
“You gonna let me back inside that sweet cunt, Poppy?” I grab the side of her face and kiss her hard, pouring all of my feelings and emotions into that kiss that I’m too scared to tell her. Everything I’ve been feeling over the past week spills into the way we’re kissing.
We move quickly, our sleep clothes getting thrown to the floor and her leg getting tossed over my hip. My cock lines up with her slit, and I tease her for just a moment before sinking inside of her. She takes me to the hilt in one go, moaning in my ear as she stretches around me. Such a tight fuckin’ fit.
“You were made for my cock. Do you know that, poppyseed?” I kiss her. “Made just for me.”
“Just for you.” She pants.
What I thought would be hot and fast turns into something completely different. I slowly move in and out of her, letting her feel every bit of me each time. We kiss and cling to each other, our breaths mixing as our mouths move together.
“You’re so beautiful.” I push her pretty pink hair out of her face and make her look at me. “You’re goddamn gorgeous. Everything about you. From the way you smile to the way you treat my kids. Fuck, Poppy. You’re so fucking special.”