The orgasm ripped through my body, ferociously. I came for what felt like forever, all the while pumping into my wife as if my body was desperately trying to override the offending birth control that was imbedded into her womb.
Not until the last drop of semen poured from me, did I finally unseat myself from inside of her. We both collapsed into a sweaty heap onto the cool, marble flooring of our bathroom.
All that could be heard was the sound of the both of us, catching our breaths until I finally said, “When can we get started on making the next one?”
****
Destiny
“What am I going to do with you?” I questioned, out loud in the dark bedroom as I laid in our massive bed, facing my husband. I ran my hand down the side of his face, lightly running my fingers through the short hairs of the auburn-colored beard that was only a few days old. His eyes were closed but he wasn’t sleeping.
He turned his head, planting a kiss to the inside of my palm before opening his eyelids to stare directly into mine. “Love me.”
My heart squeezed in my chest. “I already do.”
All thirty-two of his pearly whites could be seen with the smile he expressed.
“Give me a few months. Until the triplets are one.”
He frowned.
“Tyler, they’re almost eight months. That’s only four months away. Then I’ll get the IUD removed and we can start trying.”
Sighing, he rolled over onto his back, pulling me by the arm to move closer into his body. I did so, until my head was on his chest.
“It’s a deal.”
I pressed a kiss to his chest. “Are you okay?” I questioned, knowing something else was bothering him. Something he’d been carrying around for a while now.
“Would you be okay if I retired from the NFL?”
I lifted my head to be able to see his face. The dimness of the low lighting of his nightstand allowed me to see him just enough to see the question in those hazel-green eyes of his.
“You’re still considering it?”
He nodded.
After the triplets were born, and all of the upheaval that’d surrounded their birth, Tyler had decided to take a leave of absence from the National Football League where he was one of the top quarterbacks. Needless to say, it was a controversial decision for a man in his position. Some in the public eye had said that his actions served as proof that he wasn’t really committed to his profession, echoing the sentiments that plagued his collegiate and professional careers. Because he’d been born into wealth, many outsiders didn’t believe he’d had to work as hard to earn his position.
I knew those claims were bullshit.
My husband busted his ass every time he put on the jersey for his team.
But I also knew that dedication, times ten, was what he carried off the field for his family. Most of the idiots talking didn’t know the story behind the birth of our children. The fact that I was attacked and almost killed which led to my needing to give birth while our babies were only thirty-one weeks. It was a scary time and Tyler had been our rock through it all.
I reached up to cup his cheek. “You know I’ve got no problem being your sugar mama,” I teased.
He smirked a little.
“Are you still thinking of coaching?”
“A little. Coaching requires a lot of time and travel, also.”
“But it’s something you’ve always wanted to do. And it won’t be as taxing on you physically, as playing. You’d be home more with the kids and I. And trust me, if I’m giving you a fourth baby, your ass better be home,” I stated, sternly.
I yelped when I suddenly found myself flat on my back, my husband’s long, solid frame hovering over me, his arms wrapped around my waist. Dipping his head, he planted a quick kiss to my lips.
“There’s noif,precious. We’re having number four. And I could play one more season and then take one to two years off, still working with sponsors and sports camps before I jump full-time into coaching.”
