you?”
“It was past eating, Graham. But we had breakfast. Kennedy wants to see you.”
“Probably hopes to charm me into letting her walk that damn mall.” He headed in the direction of the master suite, muttering to himself.
Lois sent Nathan to fetch her a cloth and quickly finished the small area of the floor left to clean. Miniature Graham proudly presented the dishcloth, and she dried her hands with it before emptying the pail.
“C’mon, sweetie. Let’s get you washed up and ready for a day with Daddy.”
“Daddy,” Nathan agreed. “Pway wih Daddy.”
“Play with Daddy.”
Nathan nodded with another sunny smile and let her take him to the bathroom to wash his face and hands free of syrup and dirt. He didn’t relinquish his stained shirt as easily, scrunching up his face when she eased it over his head. She wanted a little boy so fiercely she ached. Nathan hugged her, burrowing his face into her upper thigh, wrapping his arms around her leg, and Lois soaked up the contact. She slipped a clean top on him before lifting and carrying him out to the living room. Kennedy was there, dressed and clearly victorious. Graham looked thunderous.
“We’ll take it easy, Graham, honest. I won’t let her get overtired.”
“You’re a natural, Lois. The voice of reason, and you take such good care of us all. Any Dom would be lucky to have you.” He took Nathan from her and held him for Kennedy to kiss good-bye.
“It’s you and me, little man. We’ll go out for lunch, and Mommy and Lois will be back in lots of time for dinner.”
She and Kennedy watched the pair head out the back door again, Nathan distracted enough by the idea of playing with his dad not to fuss, although he was clearly torn, realizing his two slaves were leaving without him. They smiled at one another, women united, and made their escape. Lois drove, because Graham would expect her to, and because Kennedy scared the crap out of her when she got behind the wheel.
The afternoon at the mall passed enjoyably. Lois made sure Kennedy had a place to sit when she wasn’t spending money on baby items, and they stopped for both lunch and a coffee break, with tea substituted. Herbal tea. Graham knew about the coffee in the mornings, just as he knew Lois substituted decaf for the real thing. Lois admired the balance in their relationship, particularly now she knew Graham was a Dom. She went all out and bought lingerie comprised of featherlight silk and satin with miniscule stitching and borders of lace in a variety of colors. Kennedy probably enjoyed that more than anything, choosing exotic and revealing items for Lois’s perusal with barely concealed glee.
The new outfits were less exciting, but the jeans fit well, and the tops suited her body type and coloring. Lois was astonished by the way the new bras made the most of even her slight shape. At Kennedy’s insistence she agreed to purchase a chocolate-brown party dress in a slinky material, although she privately thought it more closely resembled a nightgown. But the color complimented her coloring, closely matching her eyes, and she actually looked glamorous. The matching heels broke the budget, and she hoped the outfit wouldn’t languish in her closet for the duration.
Graham and Nathan were watching for them when they arrived home, safely, and well before Graham’s intimated curfew. He carried their parcels inside, with Nathan manfully shifting Lois’s smaller bags with the exception of the shoes. She made dinner with Nathan while Graham took Kennedy off “for a rest.”
The little guy stood on a chair to scrub potatoes in the sink, soaking himself and everything in the near vicinity while he chattered about all the things he and his dad did. Lunch appeared to have been “noguts” and “fwies.” Lois put a meat loaf together before rescuing the potatoes. She peeled them, putting them on to boil and found some cream corn, her memory flashing back to the first meal she’d shared
“It was past eating, Graham. But we had breakfast. Kennedy wants to see you.”
“Probably hopes to charm me into letting her walk that damn mall.” He headed in the direction of the master suite, muttering to himself.
Lois sent Nathan to fetch her a cloth and quickly finished the small area of the floor left to clean. Miniature Graham proudly presented the dishcloth, and she dried her hands with it before emptying the pail.
“C’mon, sweetie. Let’s get you washed up and ready for a day with Daddy.”
“Daddy,” Nathan agreed. “Pway wih Daddy.”
“Play with Daddy.”
Nathan nodded with another sunny smile and let her take him to the bathroom to wash his face and hands free of syrup and dirt. He didn’t relinquish his stained shirt as easily, scrunching up his face when she eased it over his head. She wanted a little boy so fiercely she ached. Nathan hugged her, burrowing his face into her upper thigh, wrapping his arms around her leg, and Lois soaked up the contact. She slipped a clean top on him before lifting and carrying him out to the living room. Kennedy was there, dressed and clearly victorious. Graham looked thunderous.
“We’ll take it easy, Graham, honest. I won’t let her get overtired.”
“You’re a natural, Lois. The voice of reason, and you take such good care of us all. Any Dom would be lucky to have you.” He took Nathan from her and held him for Kennedy to kiss good-bye.
“It’s you and me, little man. We’ll go out for lunch, and Mommy and Lois will be back in lots of time for dinner.”
She and Kennedy watched the pair head out the back door again, Nathan distracted enough by the idea of playing with his dad not to fuss, although he was clearly torn, realizing his two slaves were leaving without him. They smiled at one another, women united, and made their escape. Lois drove, because Graham would expect her to, and because Kennedy scared the crap out of her when she got behind the wheel.
The afternoon at the mall passed enjoyably. Lois made sure Kennedy had a place to sit when she wasn’t spending money on baby items, and they stopped for both lunch and a coffee break, with tea substituted. Herbal tea. Graham knew about the coffee in the mornings, just as he knew Lois substituted decaf for the real thing. Lois admired the balance in their relationship, particularly now she knew Graham was a Dom. She went all out and bought lingerie comprised of featherlight silk and satin with miniscule stitching and borders of lace in a variety of colors. Kennedy probably enjoyed that more than anything, choosing exotic and revealing items for Lois’s perusal with barely concealed glee.
The new outfits were less exciting, but the jeans fit well, and the tops suited her body type and coloring. Lois was astonished by the way the new bras made the most of even her slight shape. At Kennedy’s insistence she agreed to purchase a chocolate-brown party dress in a slinky material, although she privately thought it more closely resembled a nightgown. But the color complimented her coloring, closely matching her eyes, and she actually looked glamorous. The matching heels broke the budget, and she hoped the outfit wouldn’t languish in her closet for the duration.
Graham and Nathan were watching for them when they arrived home, safely, and well before Graham’s intimated curfew. He carried their parcels inside, with Nathan manfully shifting Lois’s smaller bags with the exception of the shoes. She made dinner with Nathan while Graham took Kennedy off “for a rest.”
The little guy stood on a chair to scrub potatoes in the sink, soaking himself and everything in the near vicinity while he chattered about all the things he and his dad did. Lunch appeared to have been “noguts” and “fwies.” Lois put a meat loaf together before rescuing the potatoes. She peeled them, putting them on to boil and found some cream corn, her memory flashing back to the first meal she’d shared