right
after our ordeal started in the woods.
“ Hey,
I never said that my number with the Red Sox was 4, only that it was
my number in baseball.”
“ Oh,
really? So when did you wear the number 4? College?
High-school?”
“ Little
league,” I admit.
“ You’re
unbelievable.”
“ We
both know that using that line persuaded you to give me a chance,
like it was fate. If I had told you that my number was
45, I would have never gotten the chance.”
She
scowls at me before turning her attention back to the running water.
“ That’s
probably enough,” I suggest, noticing how high the water level has
gotten. It’s only then that I calculate how long it took to
fill the tub back up. Adjusting to look over the edge of the
tub, I’m shocked by the amount of water that’s pooled on the
floor, but I’m in no hurry to get out and clean it up.
“Unless you want to flood the house.”
Breanne
looks over the edge and shrugs. “It’ll be fine…unless,
you’re planning on a doubleheader?”
She’s
laughing at her own joke, and I can’t help but think that her
laughter is my favorite sound…actually, all of her sounds are. Yes, I most definitely want a doubleheader.
“ Maybe
I am,” I muse, lowering myself back after she turns off the faucet,
pulling her with me.
I
nuzzle against her head and kiss her neck while giving her breasts
some much needed attention. Although I want nothing more than
to take her again right now, the thought reminds me of our pre-sex
conversation, and I remember I have an important question to ask her.
“ What
the hell is an IUD?”
“ I
wondered if you were going to ask me about that,” she replies,
casually, as if talking about IUD’s is normal conversation. “It’s
a plastic contraption that’s inserted into a woman’s uterus and
releases hormones to prevent pregnancy.”
“ Oh,”
I cringe. “That sounds…painful.”
She
laughs, probably comprehending that this is the most in depth
conversation I’ve ever had about birth control, which is basically
nothing. “Not really, more like uncomfortable, but only
during the procedure. It’s nice because it lasts for a few
years so don’t really have to think about it.”
“ So
what you’re saying is that I never have to wear a condom again.”
My logic is stupid but I state this rather than ask because I don’t
want to give her the chance to tell me I’m wrong.
“ Never.”
“ This
day just keeps getting better.”
“ Glad
I could help.”
“ How
long have you had it?”
“ Since
shortly after Maddie was born.”
“ Isn’t
she three?”
“ Yeah,
why?”
“ You
said a few. Isn’t three a few?”
“ I
believe it lasts for five years, but if it’d make you feel better
I’ll get it checked out. I think my annual exam is coming up
soon anyway.”
Breanne
has been very clear that having more kids is not something that she
wants. I’m not looking to complicate things more than
they are, but I’d also be lying if I didn’t admit that the idea
of having a baby with her excites me. Too bad it’s not an
option.
“ It’s
not a big deal, baby. I was just curious.”
Breanne
tilts her head to the side, and gazes at me over her shoulder,
smiling.
“ What?”
I ask.
“ You’ve
never called me baby before,” she tells me. “I like it.”
“ Now
that you’re mine, you should know that I plan on having several
nicknames for you.”
“ Such
as?”
“ Babe,
baby, beautiful, love of my life, sex goddess with perfect tits—“
“ Drew!”
“ Hey!”
I yell, having earned a jab to the ribs. “It’s not like I’d
ever say that in front of the kids. Besides, it’s true. Turn
around so I can have a better look.”
“ No
way.”
“ Come
on, I’ve gone days without seeing you.”
She
shakes her head, and I’m about to pout, until she rises up on her
knees and turns to face me, biting her lip like I want to. Her
hands are
after our ordeal started in the woods.
“ Hey,
I never said that my number with the Red Sox was 4, only that it was
my number in baseball.”
“ Oh,
really? So when did you wear the number 4? College?
High-school?”
“ Little
league,” I admit.
“ You’re
unbelievable.”
“ We
both know that using that line persuaded you to give me a chance,
like it was fate. If I had told you that my number was
45, I would have never gotten the chance.”
She
scowls at me before turning her attention back to the running water.
“ That’s
probably enough,” I suggest, noticing how high the water level has
gotten. It’s only then that I calculate how long it took to
fill the tub back up. Adjusting to look over the edge of the
tub, I’m shocked by the amount of water that’s pooled on the
floor, but I’m in no hurry to get out and clean it up.
“Unless you want to flood the house.”
Breanne
looks over the edge and shrugs. “It’ll be fine…unless,
you’re planning on a doubleheader?”
She’s
laughing at her own joke, and I can’t help but think that her
laughter is my favorite sound…actually, all of her sounds are. Yes, I most definitely want a doubleheader.
“ Maybe
I am,” I muse, lowering myself back after she turns off the faucet,
pulling her with me.
I
nuzzle against her head and kiss her neck while giving her breasts
some much needed attention. Although I want nothing more than
to take her again right now, the thought reminds me of our pre-sex
conversation, and I remember I have an important question to ask her.
“ What
the hell is an IUD?”
“ I
wondered if you were going to ask me about that,” she replies,
casually, as if talking about IUD’s is normal conversation. “It’s
a plastic contraption that’s inserted into a woman’s uterus and
releases hormones to prevent pregnancy.”
“ Oh,”
I cringe. “That sounds…painful.”
She
laughs, probably comprehending that this is the most in depth
conversation I’ve ever had about birth control, which is basically
nothing. “Not really, more like uncomfortable, but only
during the procedure. It’s nice because it lasts for a few
years so don’t really have to think about it.”
“ So
what you’re saying is that I never have to wear a condom again.”
My logic is stupid but I state this rather than ask because I don’t
want to give her the chance to tell me I’m wrong.
“ Never.”
“ This
day just keeps getting better.”
“ Glad
I could help.”
“ How
long have you had it?”
“ Since
shortly after Maddie was born.”
“ Isn’t
she three?”
“ Yeah,
why?”
“ You
said a few. Isn’t three a few?”
“ I
believe it lasts for five years, but if it’d make you feel better
I’ll get it checked out. I think my annual exam is coming up
soon anyway.”
Breanne
has been very clear that having more kids is not something that she
wants. I’m not looking to complicate things more than
they are, but I’d also be lying if I didn’t admit that the idea
of having a baby with her excites me. Too bad it’s not an
option.
“ It’s
not a big deal, baby. I was just curious.”
Breanne
tilts her head to the side, and gazes at me over her shoulder,
smiling.
“ What?”
I ask.
“ You’ve
never called me baby before,” she tells me. “I like it.”
“ Now
that you’re mine, you should know that I plan on having several
nicknames for you.”
“ Such
as?”
“ Babe,
baby, beautiful, love of my life, sex goddess with perfect tits—“
“ Drew!”
“ Hey!”
I yell, having earned a jab to the ribs. “It’s not like I’d
ever say that in front of the kids. Besides, it’s true. Turn
around so I can have a better look.”
“ No
way.”
“ Come
on, I’ve gone days without seeing you.”
She
shakes her head, and I’m about to pout, until she rises up on her
knees and turns to face me, biting her lip like I want to. Her
hands are
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