“I… I… I make good babies.”
Out. In. Pause. “Again.”
“Please! Um, I’m a good teacher!”
Out. In. Pause. “Again.”
“I make a mean PB&J.”
Okay, that made him laugh. Out. In. Pause. “Again.”
“I care about people.”
Out. In. Pause.
“I can sing—well, in the shower.”
Out, in, pause.
“I’m honest.”
And they continued. Each time, she gave him something.
Soon, he had a rhythm going. The muscled walls of her pussy quivered. He started naming car parts and reciting baseball stats. Anything to keep himself from blowing his load and ruining everything.
He was waiting for one specific thing she should be proud of, but he wanted it to come from her. But she was teetering on the edge. He needed to take over and bring them both to release. One more thought. One more statement of her self-worth.
“I AM A GOOD MOTHER!” She screamed the words out, tears streaming down her face.
And there it was. Fucking finally.
Grabbing her hips, he drove into her. Deep. Hard. Fast.
God, he hoped she was close because there was a limit to how long he could hold on.
Her body went rigid. She used the leverage of the counter to meet his thrusts as she screamed out his name. Her pussy squeezed his cock like a vise, and his control snapped.
He pounded into her without mercy, not that she was complaining. Within seconds he bellowed hers as he shuddered with his own consuming release. It sapped his strength, and he gripped the counter surrounding her with his entire body.
He kissed along her shoulder and neck, unable to get enough of her. “Babygirl, I’m so fucking proud of you. You are everything you named and more. How would you like Daddy to light a fire so we can roast marshmallows?”
After he’d removed the plug and cleaned them both up, they sat in front of the fireplace while he threaded marshmallowsonto their sticks. It hit him what they’d just done. Once again, he made love to his girl ungloved.
“Babygirl, do you still have the contraceptive implant you had in Vegas?” He asked softly, his thumb brushing over her temple as she leaned back against him.
He loved these quiet moments, the world shrunk down to just the two of them, the crackle of the fire behind them, and the gentle rise and fall of her chest.
She nodded. “And this time, I haven’t been taking any medicine, so it should be working fine.”
He let out a low hum of relief, the tension in his shoulders finally loosening. That small nod meant so much more than words could convey. He’d sleep easier knowing Bliss was safe, that their future could be theirs without surprises looming over them.
That was good. He enjoyed every minute he spent with Sadie, Sophie, and Nori, but three babies under the age of one was a heaping handful. Four babies under two… He couldn’t even go there in his head.
He hadn’t known if he would be able to handle being in the house with three babies. Not because of them. They were the most beautiful, intelligent, happy babies he’d ever seen. He’d punch any man who said differently.
The thought made him grin despite the exhaustion gnawing at his bones. His life was chaotic, messy, loud, and yet perfect in ways he never could have imagined. It was a lot, but it was his kind of lot.
With her leaning back against him, he pictured this being his life, Bliss, and three amazing daughters. It didn’t scare him anymore. Someone somewhere was smiling down on him when they put Bliss in his life. Her name was perfect. She filled his life with Bliss.
