class A criminal, things like that. I liked to
be kept abreast of every and anything to do with my children, since I'm away
from them for so many hours during the week and their mothers were there with
them I relied on each of them to keep me up to date. I tried to make as many
doctor appointments or whatever the hell else they had going on as I could, dad
always moved shit around so he could be there.
The maître D sat us in the far corner
overlooking the water.
"Sit next to me babe." I
sat her in the circular leather booth next to me instead of sitting across from
each other; I wanted her close all night because the night was about her about
reinforcing my love for her. To that end
I kept some part of me touching some part of her all night, like when we looked
over the menu we had our heads together as we shared one and I let my fingers
play idly with the ends of her hair.
Over appetizers I held her hand in
one of mine while feeding her little tidbits from my fingers. I ordered her
favorite Chilean Sea Bass with asparagus and wild mushroom au gratin while I
had the prime rib. There were soft words spoken in between light touches and by
the time the waiter brought over the Tiramisu we planned to share her head was
on my shoulder.
We ended the night out with laughter
and happiness and when we reached the house I excused myself for a few minutes
to let her sisters know that I wouldn't be in my bed tonight. They understood
because they all got to have their private time as needed so there was no
drama. Just a few shared kisses some I love yous and I left them for the night.
When I went back to her in the
nursery room and led her to her room she stopped short.
"Brad the others."
"Ssh, it's okay sweet girl
tonight's all about you." I led her into her room and undressed her slowly
touching her as I removed each piece of clothing. “I love you Janine Taylor
never doubt that, never doubt me.” She looked up at me so trusting so
vulnerable; did she understand did any of them understand have any idea what I
felt for them? How the love inside me would never allow me to willfully harm
their hearts in any way?
I kissed her soft lips taking my time
to give her gentle and sweet, we whispered to each other, me asking her what
she wanted and her telling her man how she wanted to be loved, held, touched.
I spent the night into the early
morning hours making love to my wife staking my claim once more branding her if
you will; by the time the sun was creeping over the horizon I'd emptied my seed
inside her too many times to count. We both fell asleep wrapped around each
other content, happy and most of all one.
"Jonathan get your butt down
from there boy." I think I'm being punished or some shit the girls had
taken off for parts unknown with Chelsea like almost three hours ago leaving me
here with the five spawns of hell; okay the twins weren't that bad other than
for a soiled diaper here and there but the other three are fucking terrors.
Jonathan is the ringleader, two years
old and already into every damn thing, what's with boys and climbing shit anyway?
I don't remember Chels doing that then again she had her own shit to get into.
I checked my watch for the fiftieth time or so since they'd been gone, it's not
like I haven't been left alone with the kids before at least once a week is
daddy day but I'm usually prepared. They just flung this one on me out of left
field, girl’s day out or some shit, whatever.
"Russell don't follow your
brother, I'll beat both your asses." The two miscreants looked back at me
grinning. I turned to one year old Damien for some help but lil man was busy
building shit, why the fuck his two brothers couldn't find something peaceful
like that to do I don't know. The twins meanwhile are chortling and cooing at
each other, two little hell raisers in the making. I must be out of my damn
mind wanting to breed the girls again, and so close together no less, damn.
By the time they made
be kept abreast of every and anything to do with my children, since I'm away
from them for so many hours during the week and their mothers were there with
them I relied on each of them to keep me up to date. I tried to make as many
doctor appointments or whatever the hell else they had going on as I could, dad
always moved shit around so he could be there.
The maître D sat us in the far corner
overlooking the water.
"Sit next to me babe." I
sat her in the circular leather booth next to me instead of sitting across from
each other; I wanted her close all night because the night was about her about
reinforcing my love for her. To that end
I kept some part of me touching some part of her all night, like when we looked
over the menu we had our heads together as we shared one and I let my fingers
play idly with the ends of her hair.
Over appetizers I held her hand in
one of mine while feeding her little tidbits from my fingers. I ordered her
favorite Chilean Sea Bass with asparagus and wild mushroom au gratin while I
had the prime rib. There were soft words spoken in between light touches and by
the time the waiter brought over the Tiramisu we planned to share her head was
on my shoulder.
We ended the night out with laughter
and happiness and when we reached the house I excused myself for a few minutes
to let her sisters know that I wouldn't be in my bed tonight. They understood
because they all got to have their private time as needed so there was no
drama. Just a few shared kisses some I love yous and I left them for the night.
When I went back to her in the
nursery room and led her to her room she stopped short.
"Brad the others."
"Ssh, it's okay sweet girl
tonight's all about you." I led her into her room and undressed her slowly
touching her as I removed each piece of clothing. “I love you Janine Taylor
never doubt that, never doubt me.” She looked up at me so trusting so
vulnerable; did she understand did any of them understand have any idea what I
felt for them? How the love inside me would never allow me to willfully harm
their hearts in any way?
I kissed her soft lips taking my time
to give her gentle and sweet, we whispered to each other, me asking her what
she wanted and her telling her man how she wanted to be loved, held, touched.
I spent the night into the early
morning hours making love to my wife staking my claim once more branding her if
you will; by the time the sun was creeping over the horizon I'd emptied my seed
inside her too many times to count. We both fell asleep wrapped around each
other content, happy and most of all one.
"Jonathan get your butt down
from there boy." I think I'm being punished or some shit the girls had
taken off for parts unknown with Chelsea like almost three hours ago leaving me
here with the five spawns of hell; okay the twins weren't that bad other than
for a soiled diaper here and there but the other three are fucking terrors.
Jonathan is the ringleader, two years
old and already into every damn thing, what's with boys and climbing shit anyway?
I don't remember Chels doing that then again she had her own shit to get into.
I checked my watch for the fiftieth time or so since they'd been gone, it's not
like I haven't been left alone with the kids before at least once a week is
daddy day but I'm usually prepared. They just flung this one on me out of left
field, girl’s day out or some shit, whatever.
"Russell don't follow your
brother, I'll beat both your asses." The two miscreants looked back at me
grinning. I turned to one year old Damien for some help but lil man was busy
building shit, why the fuck his two brothers couldn't find something peaceful
like that to do I don't know. The twins meanwhile are chortling and cooing at
each other, two little hell raisers in the making. I must be out of my damn
mind wanting to breed the girls again, and so close together no less, damn.
By the time they made
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