“You’re so fucking perfect,” he groans as he lifts my legs onto his shoulders, kneels before me, and slides his thick cock inside. “Perfect and soaking wet for me.”
I’ve had him now more times than I can count, but somehow his cock feels better every time we fuck.
“Good girl. Sit right there and let me take what I need.” His tone is rough as he thrusts harder and faster, that same feral look in his eyes he had years ago.
He kisses my ankle and thrusts one final time, his face flushed as he lets out a growl so loud, I’m pretty sure he woke the neighbors five miles away.
“Fuck. Sorry.” He smiles and scrubs his hand down over his beard as he shakes his head and thumps into me a few final times. “That was way too loud.”
A moment later, Tyler is crying and reality is back in full focus. It’s almost three a.m. and we have to be up in an hour to get ready for work.
Jake leans down and kisses my head. “That was my fault. I’ll get him ready for the office. You stay in bed. That’s an order.” He kisses my forehead gently and moves to the edge of the bed before rolling back for another kiss and a quick lick of my nipple. “I love you.”
“Love you more,” I say, watching him pull on his sweatpants and head toward the baby’s room.
I won’t be able to sleep anymore tonight but I let Jake handle Tyler for a few minutes while I watch them on the baby monitor.
There’s something so soft and sweet about watching a big, strong man care for his son, and I hope we have a houseful more to love and watch grow.
That said, it’s moments like these that I wonder how my mother lives with herself knowing she has no relationship withher daughter. I couldn’t imagine being estranged from him. Not knowing his children, or his future partner.
Either way, I’ve found where I belong and I have my dad to thank for that. Somehow, someway, he had a part in Jake and I meeting, and I hope my son grows up knowing my father through the stories we have to tell about him.
Tyler giggles and Jake picks him up out of the crib, rocking him against his chest. “We’ve got our days and nights all mixed up, buddy.”
I watch them dance around the room for another few minutes before climbing up out of bed myself. I’m sure we’re supposed be keeping the lights low, not engaging with him, doing some other super neat parenting trick to get his nights turned around, but exhaustion or not, I think I’m happy about where life is headed.
I have a beautiful baby boy who loves hugs and cupcakes, a big, strong man who can’t get enough of me, and a new calendar at work that I can update from my phone.
All that, and our family picture was takenwithoutthe help of Photoshop.
I think maybe I’m finally right where I’m supposed to be.
