And now, she’s going to be the mother of our child.
Over our years together, Susa’s helped make me a better man, and I recognize this. Owen will always come first in our lives, but she’s a close second, in my heart and soul.
It also means I give my all to making her dreams come true, and one such dream is for her to become governor. I promised her this at the beginning, and I might be many things, but I am no longer a man who ever goes back on his promises, as long as there is breath in my body and the ability for me to keep going.
I never want to bethatman again, the man I was before the full-on bastard extraordinaire.
The man who could walk away and not look back.
I don’t recognize that man anymore, over twenty-five years later. Maybe Sarge can remember him, because he formed a lot of who I was then.
Even the bastard has his limits.
So now we start Owen’s second term in office, even while casting a careful eye to setting up everything for Susa’s election bid. We’ll make no coy equivocations about whether or not she’ll run in four years—we paint her as the heir-apparent from day one of Owen’s second term.
Tomorrow morning, we’ll start our day by delivering a journalistic ratfuck to one Kevin Markos. Give him some payback for that bullshit interview four years ago after the school shooting, where he outrageously accused Owen of it being a publicity stunt.
All week I’ve been squirreling on the guy regarding an interview time for tomorrow, changing it on him several times, finally granting him a walk-and-talk first thing in the morning, at the hotel, letting him have first chance at interviewing Owen before we sit down with any other networks.
What the fucker doesn’t know yet is I’ve already scheduled a sit-down at WFLA, the Tampa NBC affiliate. It’ll happen first thing, immediately after Owen talks with Kevin Markos. We’re talking to WFLA’s local political reporter and doing both ourTodayand MSNBC network interviews from their studio.
Only I’m part of the interview, because we’re going to give them the scoop that Susa’s pregnant.
I’m hoping we hear Markos’ howls all the way across Tampa when that news breaks.
Hey, you donotfucking piss me off.
The fastest way to fucking piss me off is to fuck with or piss off my boy or my girl.
Especiallymy boy. My girl is a political animal who is more than capable of standing up for herself with the press, but she likes it when I get protective.
Someone messing with Owen, however, will bring out my inner grizzly bear, even if it takes me years to finally gain my revenge.
Soon enough, the world will know about our son.
If we’re really lucky, Kevin Markos will be out of a job.
Well, probably not, but a guy can dream, can’t he?
“We need to get some sleep,” I tell them. “Tomorrow’s going to be a long-ass day.”
Owen sighs and meets my gaze before he kisses me, then Susa. “Yes, Sir. I know.”
I rub his head, loving the way he sighs, the tension flowing from him. “Such a good boy,” I coo.
Although what I’d love to do is fuck both their brains out tonight, Owen and I are extremely careful with Susa. The doctors gave her permission to continue normal sexual activities unless she exhibits symptoms of premature contractions.
I’m still…cautious.
I won’t spank her or do any kind of play like that with her, don’t make her kneel, despite her feeling up to doing it and begging me to allow her to kneel. One compromise I did make was she is allowed to sit on the bed, or couch, or a chair, and do modified versions of the poses, but I flipped Owen into equals mode to help me gang up on her and demand she allow us to be overprotective dads-to-be.
I even played the guilt card—hello,stilla bastard—and reminded her that we thought she wasdead. The least she could do was allow us to set reasonable limits that put our minds at ease.
She finally caved, even though she pouted like crazy over me not doing impact play with her.
I know she’s secretly pleased that we’re both fussing over her behind closed doors, babying her. As much as she loves and misses the darker side of the sadist, I see the way she smiles when I make her sit down and relax, or I refuse to let her do something and I do it for her when Owen’s not with us.
Which, unfortunately, because of the campaign, he’s frequently not with us.
