Page 118 of Grumpy Player
Sybil does as I say. It feels good to try and make amends between mother and daughter, and she seems to be making an effort.
“I’m sorry if I hurt you,” Sybil says. “I don’t really know how to be a mommy and the way I was raised, well. . .I’m a spoiled brat.” Laughter bubbles from her. “I do want us to have a fresh start though. I’d like to be your friend and if I do something wrong, I need you to tell me. Okay? I’m learning,” Sybil explains, looking to Syd and then she looks up to me like she is asking approval.
I blink.
“Okay,” Syd says. “We can try.”
Syd also looks up to me and I nod.
We enter the nail salon.
“What color should we choose today?” I ask Syd.
“I was thinking red, white, and blue,” Syd says.
“That’s what we did last time for Daddy’s team,” I remind.
“Now it’s for the Fourth of July,” Syd reasons. “Daddy said we can go to little Liam’s swim party.”
“Right, I forgot about that,” I mutter.
“I’ll do red, white, and blue too,” Sybil cheers.
We all take a seat in the comfy chairs and get our nails done. I speak with Syd and with Sybil, but they don’t really speak to each other. I figure that will come with time, but it’s a start.
* * *
Connor
Funny how life takes you on turns you don’t see coming. The team won the Stanley Cup. I had pretty much worked my whole life to achieve that goal, and with a blink of an eye I was out of the race. I’m not sorry in the slightest because I had my dreams all wrong. Now I understand that meeting Ellie and marrying her has been the greatest moment in my life, outside of Syd’s birth. Her love and attention make me feel whole on a level that hockey never could. Now my cock is sliding into my wife as I fuck her from behind. I’ve got a tight hold on her breast as I slide in and out of her slowly, languidly.
“Connor,” she complains. I know what she wants.
“I’m cherishing you,” I say, kissing the side of her neck.
“Show me how much you cherish me then,” she challenges.
I shift our position, so I get her on her back. Then I lift her legs on my arms and I drill into her over and over.
“Is this cherishing you?” I ask as sweat drips from my forehead.
“Fuck yes,” my wife cries out. I reach down and rub her clit and she loses it, tipping over the edge of ecstasy, and me, I fall right with her. It takes us time for our breaths to recover and I hold her in my arms, our sweaty bodies entwined.
“Connor?” she asks.
“Yes, Ellie.”
“I never asked you, but are you okay to have more kids?” she asks.
“What are you saying?” I freeze.
“Oh, I’m not pregnant. This is just one of those conversations we never had before we got married and I was just wondering.” Ellie smiles.
“I’m good to have a whole hockey team, if that’s what you want,” I reply.
Now it’s her turn to freeze. “Don’t get carried away. I was thinking of three, maybe four kids.”
“That sounds perfect,” I reply.