“Daddy.” Nora’s voice fills my ears. “Daddy.”
“Hey, sweetheart,” I reply, watching Kylie as she gets back into bed with both cups of coffee in her hands. She tries not to spill it as she hands me one of them and then goes to sit beside me, curling her feet under her. “Are you getting ready for school?”
“Yeah, and tonight we are coming to your house.”
“I’m picking you up after school,” I remind her. “What do you guys want to eat for dinner?”
“Macaroni and cheese,” she says, and I laugh as I take a sip of the coffee Kylie made me, draping my arm over her legs, “in the oven.”
“Okay, I can do that,” I agree. “Have a good day at school. I love you. Now, let me speak to your brother.”
I hear her calling Westley as I look over at Kylie, who just smiles at me, as he comes on the phone. “Hi, Dad.” His tone is not as bubbly as his sister’s.
“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.” I chuckle as he groans. “I’m picking you up after school.”
“Yeah.” His answers are all one word before he passes the phone to Vincent, who sounds even more tired than his brother. I don’t even get one-word answers from him, just grunts.
By the time I hang up with them, I’m chuckling and shaking my head, tossing my phone to the side. “I have the kids tonight.” I look over at her as she sips her coffee. “Want to come over and have dinner with us?” I ask her, knowing I should be treading lightly into the water instead of jumping into the deep end.
“That sounds like fun,” she replies and leans in to kiss my lips. “Are you sure they are going to be okay with me being there?” she asks me and my eyebrows pinch together. “Intruding on Dad time.”
“I think they’ll be fine,” I assure her and don’t follow it up with “they need to get used to having you around, since you are going to be around a lot more now.”
“Then if you think it’ll be good, I’ll be there. What are your plans for the day?”
“I’m going to go into the arena for a bit,” I tell her. “Meet with the doctors and see what the plan is.” I lift my cup to my mouth and take a sip of the coffee. “You?”
“I’m going to go into the office for a few hours. I have a couple of things to do today.”
I take my cup of coffee and turn to place it on the bedside table, then grab hers and do the same thing before turning and pulling her on me. “I’m going to miss this,” I admit to her. “Waking up with you. Going to bed with you.”
“It’s for one week.” She straddles me. “I’m sure we will survive it.”
“I don’t think I’m going to travel with the team this week,” I mention to her, “so I’ll have the kids the whole time.”
“Well, that usually happens when you have the kids and are home, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, I’m not going to be going to the Wednesday game either.”
“Oh,” she says and looks away, “so you’ll be able to come see me for my birthday.”
I sit up straighter. “Your birthday is this Wednesday?”
She nods her head. “Yup,” she clips, as if it’s not a big deal.
“Were you not going to say anything to me?” I ask her.
“I’m sure it would have come up during the day. It’s not a big deal.” She kisses my lips and gets off of me. “Now I’m going to go and take a shower.” She shrugs the robe off her shoulders. “Are you coming?” she asks me. She doesn’t have to ask me twice before I’m out of the bed and she’s over my shoulder. My hands come up to slap one of her ass cheeks. “Knox.”
“That’s for trying to hide that it’s your birthday from me,” I tell her, smacking her again.
“What was that one for?” She laughs.
“Because I wanted to.” I put her down on the counter and step in between her legs, grabbing her face in my hands. “You’re beautiful,” I tell her softly, and we spend a good amount of time making out before she’s pushing down my boxers and gripping my cock. I slide into her, both of us moaning as I fuck her slowly.
She gets out of the shower before I do and then wraps herself in a towel, and I watch her walk to her closet. I turn off the water, getting out and drying myself off when she walks back out wearing a pair of black pants with a small slit in the front that hits right above her ankle with a long-sleeved beige sweater. She steps up to her side of the sink and pushes her sleeves up as I slip on my pair of boxers and watch her get ready. I kiss her shoulder, leaving her to put on her mascara as I head to the bedroom and grab the black joggers I changed into yesterday when we went for lunch at Kirby’s. I’m putting on my sweater when she comes out and I see her hair is down and curled as she smiles at me.
“Do you want me to drop you off at the arena and then come and pick you up?” she asks me as she is putting on her earrings.
