Her lips part again and then she leans in, hugging me before she enters the bedroom. Was she worried I’d leave?
Not a fucking chance.
She has no idea what she’s started tonight.
Giving the camera a quick look, where it’s tucked into the base of one of the lamps, I glare as I go by before I enter the bedroom, shucking my pants back off and climbing into the bed next to Gigi.
She’s still in my shirt, and as much as I want to feel her skin, I like her being wrapped in my clothing, in my scent.
I settle her body into the curve of mine and fold my arms around her.
She’s asleep in seconds, but I just hold her, drawing in her scent, feeling her breathe, before I fall asleep too.
I have no idea how long I’m asleep, but I wake to the sound of the door clicking open.
My eyes fly open, my head coming up.
Emma stares back at me with wide eyes. “Morning.”
“Good morning,” I whisper, bringing a finger to my lips. Gigi hasn’t stirred. She’s exactly where I placed her in my arms last night.
“I’m hungry,” Emma whispers back.
A small smile curves my lips to see her big eyes looking at me expectantly. Why do I like that she trusts I’ll feed her? “Be right out,” I say before she disappears.
Climbing out of the bed, I pull on my trousers and start for the kitchen. Gigi doesn’t even move.
Emma has settled herself in front of her dolls as I head into the kitchen to make a pot of coffee and then pull out some food for breakfast. “Do you like scrambled eggs?” I ask her.
She bobs her head enthusiastically. “Yes. I love them.”
“Strawberries or grapes?” I ask, as I take out a pan and turn on the stove.
“Both. And toast.” Then she stands up, walking over to me. “I forgot to say please.”
I smile down at her, patting her head. “I’m glad you remembered. I’ll see if I can find some toast. Want some milk while you wait?”
“Yes!”
With a chuckle, I pour the milk into her cup with the straw and lid, and hand it to her as I start to cook breakfast.
I’d left my phone on Gigi’s counter, and I look down to find a slurry of texts and updates from the new camera as well.
I see a message from Killian but ignore it, cracking the eggs into a bowl and mixing them up.
“Birdie needs her breakfast too,” Emma calls from the living room, as she sits in front of the cage.
“We’ll check her seed after you eat,” I say back, just as Gigi appears in the bedroom door, looking sleepy and so sweet, she makes my teeth ache.
I want to wrap her in my arms and sink into her warm, wet pussy.
Just then, the coffee pot beeps.
I cross to the pot, pouring two cups. I take mine black, but I already know she adds low fat milk to hers. Pouring it on the top, she enters the kitchen just as I turn and give her the cup.
Her eyes widen as she takes the mug from my hand. “That smells so good.”
I kiss her forehead and then take my mug back to the pan, finishing Emma’s eggs.
