“Yes, and that’s okay. Right now, I’m doing most of the childrearing, but one day you’ll retire, and you can take all the feedings and late nights with the next baby while I’m working. It will all even out, Tweetie. And before you ask, of course I want you home, but not to take care of Addison. Well, that’s not exactly true, but I want you home because I love you and I like it when you’re around.” She smiles coyly. “Most of the time anyway.”
“You just had to throw that in there, didn’t you?”
“It was sounding really sappy.”
We both chuckle.
“Thanks.”
She nods, knowing it’s exactly what I needed to hear. This isn’t going to break us. We’re good. How I ever got lucky enough to win her back, I’ll never understand.
“So, you’re pumping?” I ask.
She tips the camera down to show the pump attached to her nipples.
“I wish I could milk you right now.”
She scoffs. “Tweetie, we’ve been over this. I’m not into the whole milking fetish.”
“But you do like it when I suck on your tits, and your milk is so sweet.” My dick stirs in my suit pants.
She shakes her head, but I remember the first time we had sex after she had Addison. She was riding me, and they started leaking. She might deny it, but she was turned on when I brought her tit down to my mouth and sucked.
“No comment. So back to the hotel?”
“Give me one more look?” I add the flirtatious tone that usually lightens the mood for us.
She tips the camera back down and keeps it there.
The longing to be with her is so great, I want to pound my fists into the concrete wall from how trapped I feel.
She brings the camera back up to her face.
“Where’s Addison?”
“With Reed and Victoria. I’ve had a nice day of relaxation with the girls.”
Something in my chest loosens. “That’s good to hear.”
She laughs. “It’s funny, because I was losing my mind this morning. Addison would not calm down, but now I can’t wait to get back to her.”
“You need some time away. It’s good for you,” I say, wishing she’d take more. I think she’s nursing that wound of having a mother who didn’t stick around. She feels like personal time is a bad thing, when really, it’s a necessity.
“I know, it’s just hard. You know?”
“I do.” God knows I have my own daddy issues to deal with. Being away so much because of my job is like a slice to the unhealed wound of having a father who was never there for me.
“Well, get to the hotel and I’ll call you when I get home… unless you’d rather sleep.”
“Fuck no. I need to see those tits without tubes attached, and I’m really hoping you’ll slide that camera down a little more.”
“I will.” She chuckles.
“Promise?”
“Promise.” She smiles, but there’s a good chance she’ll fall asleep before we ever get there. At this point, I’d be happy just to fall asleep on the phone with her. “Now go and keep me updated.”
“Be careful getting home,” I say.
