She’s loosened up on so many fronts, and I’ve reined myself in on just as many.
Contentment rides alongside of me as I navigate this incredible life, which gave me a future full of family and friends, and nights full of sweating, gagging, fucking and coming.
We’ve got most of the team at our place. We renovated the old Nolan house, and from the first moment I carried her over thethreshold with my ring on her finger and my name attached to hers, she dubbed it Cowboy Camelot.
Fitting.
She and Victor are in the kitchen, fighting over how much sugar to put in the cheesecake. It has bacon in it, that’s all I need to know. Beyond that, I could care less about cooking, and it’s better for everyone that way.
She’s still a dynamo, with goals for days and that desire to help everyone that crosses her path. She’s taught me empathy and patience.
I don’t always use them, but I know what they are.
I sit back and just watch as guests chat and laugh and mingle, but I’m focused on her. I’m obsessed with her.
Our Catrina, who is five, sits on the floor in a circle with some of our other teammates’ children, eating cake and giggling, and talking in that secret language only they can understand.
Emee and I were over the moon and stars when she finally got pregnant. But she’s also a career woman, and she didn’t want to overload our life and have the family suffer if we filled the house with kids too soon.
Hockey is a demanding sport and combined with Emee’s work and the way she’s built out this farm as her own little MarthaStewart style enterprise, complete with a barn full of Percherons, ducks, geese, these crazy fainting goats and six mini donkeys. She has a peony farm as well, and a pumpkin patch for the fall.
She’s got me hooked on gardening as well. Growing out enough organic vegetables to feed the entire team and their families.
It’s. A. Lot.
So, we’ve kept the breeding to just our one for now.
Warmth spreads its wings in my chest as I remember waking up this morning to her taking my morning wood down her throat.
She spoils me like that. There’s no better way to wake up than with her mouth on my cock, or with her riding me as I come out of the haze of my dreams about her, only to realize my life is the dream.
She’s one of those people that is incredible at everything she takes on.
Her business is not only thriving, but also exploded.
With my investment behind her, we spent a couple years building out her systemized process of working both the psychological and physical connection aspects of therapy.
We put together the system, and an entire proprietary training structure for cuddlists.
Bristol Empathic Therapy became Bristol Therapeutic Consultancy. She has three hundred offices across the country, and thousands of other therapists that use her software and processes around the world.
I’m so fucking proud of her every day.
Milton is the C.O.O. and does most of the necessary traveling so Emee can stay here. My travel schedule is enough and my focus is on her and being the best fucking husband and father I can be.
She’s the best mother as well. We both took the parts of our childhoods that caused us to be who we are, the good and bad, and somehow blended them into the version of the parents we would have wanted.
She’s the disciplinarian, though. If I had my way, I’d never say no to my little Kitty Cat, and the house would be chaos 24/7.
We balance each other out. But, without her, none of it works.
She’s sparring with Victor now, over some other element of the meal they are preparing for everyone, but all I want to do is put her in my lap and finger bang her under the table all night while she smiles at our guests and soaks my hand.
I have her under surveillance whenever she’s away from me. My protective instincts were forever changed that day at the stadium, when I saw her with that black eye and blood on her face. No way would anyone,anyone, ever touch my wife again.
She fought me like a wet cat, but there are things that are non-negotiable, and her safety is one of them.
Which now extends to Catrina, but she takes the bruising, hulking men that are always in the shadows and wraps them around her little finger.
