“Yeah, Daddy?” He growls from behind me at that.
“Before we go to bed, can I read him a story?” He pauses, “Mom says Dad read to her stomach every night so that we would recognize his voice when we were on the outside.”
“I bet he would love that. Can we do Goodnight Moon?”
“Of course we can but first I want to kiss you again.”
“Please do.” I chuckle as Tatum takes my lips again before standing and grabbing Goodnight Moon off the shelf. I move to the chair and Tatum kneels on the floor beside me.
“In the great green room…” Tatum begins, I let myself get lost in the soothing tone of his voice as he reads to our son.
When he’s finished, he places a gentle kiss on my stomach, helping me up and guiding me to bed where exhaustion settles in quickly. Tatum’s warmth and breathing lull me into the best sleep I’ve had in weeks.
Chapter20
There’s That Fucking Panic Again.
Tatum || 25 weeks pregnant, November
“Oh my god, this apple pie is the best thing that I’ve ever put in my mouth.” Darcy moans around her fork as we sit at my parents for Thanksgiving lunch.
“That’s because you haven’t had something else in your mouth yet Mama,” I whisper in her ear, across the table from my bickering sisters. She chokes on her bite, scrambling to gulp water down, and her face turns beet red.
“Tatum you can’t say things like that!” She slaps my arm lightly.
“I’m twenty-nine years old, I can say whatever I want.” I give her a mischievous grin.
“Do you guys have time for a game of Trouble?” Tinsley asks from her seat, hope blooming behind her eyes and I check my watch before nodding at them. Darcy and I have Friendsgiving after this, but there’s enough room for a game.
We all migrate to the living space, Tinsley has always played blue, Tessa red, I usually play green, and then mom or dad would play yellow but today Darcy will play the yellow piece.
“Tin, Tess, come here quick.” Darcy demands of my sisters, they scramble over the table almost taking the Trouble board off the table, hands outstretched in front of them. My heart warms at the nicknames she’s given them over time. “Right here.” She takes their hands, slightly overlapping them and pressing gently on the left side of her stomach.
“Holy fuck,” Tessa blurts, loud enough for Mom to admonish her from the kitchen.
“Language, Tessa Diane Reed!” Mom calls, a clear warning laced in her tone.
“Omg, this is so cool!” Tinsley squeals, “Does he do that all the time?”
“No,” Darcy chuckles, “usually just if he’s had yummy food or when I am trying to sleep.”
“That’s annoying, I need my sleep,” Tessa responds curtly.
“So what do you do when you can’t sleep?” Tinsley asks.
“I’ll write, read, or doom scroll on my phone while listening to your brother snore.” Darcy smiles, her cheeks pinkening. In reality, if she can’t sleep, she keeps me up all night with her hand wrapped around my cock or my face buried between her legs. Most of those nights end with me buried deep inside of her pussy, while she lays comfortably on her back, fucking her until she’s sated enough to sleep.
“Tatum has always been a snorer,” Tinsley says behind a laugh.
“Girls stop picking on your brother.” Dad hollers from the kitchen, always quick to have my back. Growing up in this house, we’ve been outnumbered for long enough to learn we only have each other. Now Darcy is added to the picture, leaving us even more outnumbered.
The twins glare at me, and I shrug off their anger with a smug grin, earning me an elbow in the side from Darcy.
“Hey, what did I do?” I grimace rubbing at my abdomen.
“I saw that face,” Darcy states curtly and I roll my eyes at her.
“I wouldlovefor all my children to get along for the rest of the afternoon.” My mom admonishes, walking into the room. Dad, hands full of tea mugs joins her to sit on the couch behind the twins, watching us play just like they would do when we were younger.
