Still gripping my hand, Daddy shoves to his feet.
But he’s too late.
The sound of cartilage crunching seems to echo through the entire restaurant. Stumbling backward, Carl clutches at his face, blood covering his hands.
“You fucking bitch! I’m going to sue the fuck out of you and your asshole husband!”
“Do it,” Mommy says with that same deadly calm. “I have lawyers on standby to fucking bury you. We have texts and emails and plenty of evidence to prove the damage you did to our babygirl. And if you ever come within fifty feet of her again, I will fuckingburyyou in it.”
I never thought I’d ever see Carl scared of anything. But it’s fear I see now in his eyes as he backs away from our table.
“You’ll be hearing from my lawyers.” Turning, he snatches a napkin off a table and holds it to his nose as he storms out of the restaurant.
All around us, applause explodes as Mommy calmly returns to her seat and resumes the task of cleaning my face.
“Holy fuck, that was hot,” Daddy says, his voice rough and growly the way it gets when he’s very, very turned on.
And who could blame him? My own pussy is throbbing with need as I stare at my Mommy in wonder.
“You punched him. Right in the face.”
“Yes, I did.” Mommy’s voice is prim, and her expression is stern when she wags a finger at me. “But that’s a Mommy’s job. If I ever hear about you punching someone, we’re going to have a very long talk about keeping your hands to yourself. Understood?”
“Yes, Mommy.”
Her expression softens and she leans in to press a kiss to my cheek. “That’s my good girl. Are we ready to take our babygirl home, Daddy?”
“Fuck yes.” Pulling what is surely way too many bills from his wallet, Daddy tosses them on the table before reaching for me and hauling me up into his arms. With me settled on his hip, he reaches for Mommy, pulling her into his other side and pressing a fierce kiss to her lips.
When he releases her, Mommy’s eyes are glazed over with the same need I can hear in Daddy’s voice. “Let’s go home, so I can show both my girls how very, very proud I am of them.”
Giggling, Mommy tucks herself up under Daddy’s arm and together, we leave the restaurant.
As a family.
