I get two pods for the coffee machine while Harrison gets the cups.
Megan comes back a moment later with a hairbrush and a pink elastic band.
“Can you do a French braid, Daddy?” She sits in the chair with her back to Harrison.
He rolls his eyes but obeys. By the time he’s done, I’ve got a few slices of buttered toast ready for him.
“What does a guy need to do around here to get a French braid? I’m seriously impressed, baby.”
He leans over, biting my earlobe before whispering, “Let me wash your armpits like you just did mine, and I’ll do French braids, pigtails, whatever you want for the rest of your life.”
I shiver at the thought of being with Harrison like that. Not just for now, but always.
After Fran, and especially having George, I never thought I’d want to be in a forever kind of relationship.
Despite our differences, Harrison is so easy to be with. I can imagine us coming to the cabin together in thirty years’ time, when the kids have their own lives, and just sitting on the back porch staring at the lake.
“Hey, you okay?” Harrison says, cutting through my thoughts.
“Yeah. Um…shall we head out?”
With the kids geared up for their hunt and me sporting a French braid to match Megan’s, we all go out and follow the trail from the front of the cabin into the woods.
It’s amazing to see the kids playing together and trying to decipher the clues in the treasure hunt.
I set up the hunt yesterday afternoon while Harrison distracted the kids.
There are definite benefits to a two-person approach, especially when you’re entertaining two very smart children.
We follow behind George and Megan, side by side. The crunchy ground beneath our feet and the late spring breeze make it a perfect day.
“Looks like we’re going to be lucky with the weather for the Spring Fair,” I say, keeping an eye on George, who’s decided to climb a fallen tree in search of the next clue for the treasure.
“Gigi, look!” Megan shouts for him to look under the log.
“I hope so,” Harrison says. “I can’t wait for the cookout.”
“I knew I was right the night we met. Youdolove sausage.”
He pulls me off the trail until we’re behind a large sycamore tree, pinning me against the trunk with his bigger frame.
His eyes are so dark it’s like he wants to eat me alive. If he tried, I’d sayyes, pleaseandsirfor good measure.
“All those dirty thoughts you keep having today. Make a note of them because we’re going to reenact them all when we can come back to the cabin alone.”
A shiver runs down my spine and straight to my balls.
“Found it!” George shouts.
“Come on, let’s go hunt for treats,” he says.
“You’re a fucking treat,” I mumble, following behind him as I find a more comfortable position for my dick.
We focus on the kids for the rest of the hunt. Harrison plays his part, pretending he doesn’t know the answer to the clues. Every time they find something, both kids scream in delight.
The treasure is a picnic hamper filled with snacks for us to have at the end of the hunt. I always set the treasure hunt up for a circular walk so I never have to go far to hide the prize. We’re so close to the cabin that I can see the tip of the roof.
I can tell Megan is tired from the way she’s walking. A glance at Harrison tells me he’s noticed too.
