Page 47 of Professor Next Door

28. Galen

Three Years Later

“You know son, you’ve done a pretty good job with her!”

I looked over at my former father-in-law, Ben Miller, and wondered if he meant it. We stared up at the stage in the dark school auditorium, both of us proud of the girl grinning on the stage.

“Thanks, Ben! That means the world to me!” It really did. After I’d been released from the hospital three years ago I’d met up with the Millers in a mediation attempt, an attempt to give us all some closure and peace. We’d agreed a visitation plan for the Millers and they’d finally become the kind of grandparents I’d hoped they’d be for my pretty little Rikki.

“I guess you’ll be having another little one soon, what with Tara finishing her education now?” That came from Ruth Miller, on my other side.

“No, actually she has plans for med school now. She was the valedictorian at the last graduation, you know that right?” I’d been so proud of my wife, a scholar and a step-mother, handling it all like it was nothing. She’d had her moments of tears and frustration but now the work was paying off. She was achieving her dreams.

“Oh, I thought that might be why she wasn’t here tonight,” Ruth murmured, staring as Rikki performed in her first school play, her angelic little face making her a star already. “I thought she might be feeling under the weather.”

“Not at all. She’s with her friend Amanda. She’s getting married tomorrow, so they’re having a little bachelorette party. I’m recording this for her, though.” The pair finally went quiet and we continued to watch the play.

* * *

A few hours later, my little star was in bed and my wife was drunkenly telling me about her party.

“Can you believe she’s pregnant? She’s putting her career as a teacher aside to have a baby! How crazy is that?” She sounded as if she was upset with her friend as we settled down into the bed together for the night.

“Come now, Tara, you know not every woman wants to have a career. Some just want to be wives and mothers! There’s nothing wrong with that, darlin’!” I pulled her to me, her gorgeous breasts in the black negligee too tempting to resist.

“I know that!” she said as she straddled my hips, her face a pout aided by alcohol. “But, it’s Mandy! She has to have some life under her belt before she does that.”

“Why? If she’s happy, why force her to change? You have it all. Why can’t she? Give her a year or two and she’ll get into the swing of things. If not, I’m sure she’s happy with that.”

“But—”

I didn’t let her finish. I pulled her down to me, kissing her deeply, swiping my tongue over hers, gathering up the taste of rum from her. Sweet.

She moaned as she pressed down into me, my dirty little girl on fire already.

She squirmed her way down my body, making me moan her name as she pushed my robe open to find me naked. When her hand wrapped around my cock, I buried my fingers in her hair, tensing on her head.

She’d learned to take far more of me than she had that first time, but sometimes she still struggled. Tonight she was relaxed and opened, taking me down her throat easily.

“Tara…” I sighed her name, loving the way she touched me, how she always wanted to please me. “You suck my dick so good, baby.”

She still loved it when I talked dirty to her too. Then she stopped sucking and sat up, looking kind of sad.

“Galen?” she asked, sounding lost. I sat up, pulling my legs up to cross them. She did this sometimes when she’d had a drink. It was going to be a few minutes before she got back to sexy time.

“Yes, my love?” I took her hand as she looked sad for a moment, a tear streaming from her eye. Since my accident we hadn’t spent a single night apart, and we were each other’s world. She’d even won over my buddies and had taught them a thing or two about playing poker. Now she was sad, and I knew why.

“Should we have a baby, for Rikki?” She looked at me with those doe eyes of hers and I just wanted to hold her tight.

“That’s up to you, Tara. It’s your body. I think we can handle another child between the two of us, but if you want to wait, or if you’re happy with having only Rikki, then that’s fine too. Don’t do it for me, and don’t do it for Rikki.”

“I don’t know if I could love another child as much as I love Rikki,” she admitted, staring down at the hands that were on their way to healing ailments. She’d already decided she was going into gynecology to help women like Kayla.

“Of course you could, babe.” I didn’t want to push her, but I’d love to have a child with her, but only when she was ready.

“It’s only what, 3 more years? Rikki will be 8, maybe she won’t want a sibling then?”

“As I said, babe, it’s up to you. It’s your body. You decide.” I pulled her close, loving the way she fit into my arms.