“Tumy, I never thought when my cabin wasdouble-bookedthat I would find someone like you. Not only were you someone nice to look at, but you also didn’t care that I had a gun in your face, and that changed everything for me. I knew right off the bat you weren’t going to take my shit.”
My mom gasped. “Major.”
I left that part out when I told them about meeting Tumy. Tumy giggled as tears fell from her eyes. I would definitely have to explain the story to my mother later.
“It didn’t matter that we got off to a rocky start.” I continued. “Those few days we spent together were enough for me to know that I love you. I know it hasn’t been that long, but my heart is in this, baby. Will you marry me, Tumy Reed?”
She nodded her head.
I slipped the ring onto her finger, then kissed her. I made it quick because I didn’t want to get too carried away in front of our people.
Everyone congratulated us, and the smile on Tumy’s face made my chest swell. I knew I made the right choice every time she looked at me. Even when she was on the other side of the room, every time our eyes connected, I knew she was my forever.
Five yearslater
“Major.” I groaned.
“Be quiet, baby, before you wake your kids,” he whispered against my pussy.
I leaned up on my elbows to look at him. He was talking about being quiet, like he wasn’t the one with his head between my legs, licking me senseless.
The pleasure that ran through me when he went back to licking me made me fall back onto the bed and close my eyes.
I gripped a handful of his hair and pushed my hips toward his mouth. I wasn’t sure how long we had before one of those kids came to bother us.
My lip damn near bled with how hard I had bitten down on it to keep my cries quiet. As soon as I released, Major swallowed another moan as he entered me.
Five years later, and this man still couldn’t get enough of me, and I felt the same way.
Major broke the kiss and looked down at me. “Cute ass.”
I never got tired of hearing him call me that. Most of the time, it was when he was deep inside of me.
My nails lightly scratched his back as he made love to me. “I love you, baby.”
“I love you, too.” I moaned as another orgasm went through me.
“You feel how gushy this pussy is?” Major sped up his movements, and I knew he was close to cumming. “That’s why you keep getting pregnant. If you weren’t already carrying my baby, I would put another one in you.”
A few days after Major proposed to me, we found out I was pregnant. A year later, on Valentine’s Day, we got married at the same cabin we met in. As part of a wedding gift, I gave him a Super Soaker and an original Game Boy since he never had one. He gave me the Furby I always wanted. It wasn’t most people’s idea of wedding gifts, but it worked for us.
Our firstborn, Major Junior, who we called MJ, was almost five years old and was a true momma’s boy. Two years later, we had a little girl named Tali, who was Major’s twin. She acted just like him, too. He was such a girl dad, and I loved it. I was six months pregnant with our third child, but we didn’t know what we were having. We decided we wanted it to be a surprise.
Life for the last few years had been fulfilling. It was way more than I thought it would be when I met Major in that cabin.
When Major released, he rolled over onto his back next to me.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby,” Major said as he kissed my shoulder, then pulled me closer.
“Happy Valentine’s Day.”
That day in the cabin when Major told me he would give me a better outlook for Valentine’s Day, he didn’t lie. Every year since, we spent a few days in the mountains. The first two kids were conceived there; this third one just happened. We weren’t necessarily planning on another one, but we weren’t opposed to it either.
“You want to get yourself together while I get breakfast started? You know the kids will be up soon,” Major said, then kissed the top of my head.
“Yes. That’s fine.”
Right before we got married, we bought a four-bedroom house, but if he kept getting me pregnant, we would need more space. We took turns splitting the household chores, but I think I did a little more most of the time because I was home more. Major never hesitated to help me when he thought I needed it, or he would force me to sit down when he thought I was doing too much.
