Perfect

by Jenny Wood

  Throughout the day, all of our family and friends trickle in to meet the babies, and despite another failed attempt to visit Haley, I finally gave up.

  “Read her letter, maybe she explains,” Kingsley tells me after listening to me whine about for ten solid minutes. Everyone was gone, and we were waiting for the doctor to come in a discharge us. I thought we needed to stay another day or two because they were just so little; but other than Gracie being a little bit jaundice when she first came out, all of their tests came back perfect, and our babies were ready to go home!

  “I forgot all about it,” I mumbled, putting Wyatt on the bed by his daddy and sister and went to the diaper bag where the letters were stashed. Luckily, Kayson had brought Kingsley’s truck that I’d been using the day before and our already packed and ready diaper bag, so we were all set to go; car seat bases already installed and bucket seats waiting by the door. The hospital had to approve them before they’d let us leave with them, it was part of the rules.

  Digging through the diaper bag, I find all three of our letters; finding the one that shows Kingsley and Morgan, scrawled on the front of the envelope, has Kingsley hopping up from the bed and meeting me at the small table where Murphy and us had signed paper after paper that day. He’d assured us that it would only be a matter of days and we’d receive the closing paperwork. Once the judge signed off on it, it’d be done.

  Morgan and Kingsley,

  This is hard. Probably the hardest letter I’ve ever had to write. Also, it’s the easiest. I’m sorry for taking the cowards way out; I honestly thought seeing you guys or the babies would make a hard situation even harder. I love them. The second I felt them move in my belly, I fell in love with them. It seemed to amplify by a million when I heard their little mew’s and I saw Wyatt’s little scrunchie face. I heard you named them Wyatt and Gracie. That’s perfect. They’re perfect.

  You guys are going to make the best fathers. The way you care about each other is inspiring, and I know I picked the right people to love them. I know that you’ll keep them safe and happy and loved. I’m confident that I made the right decision, even if it does hurt like hell.

  I’ve left a couple of letters with Murphy. Feel free to read them, they’re words from my heart, and if ever they want to know about their mother, please let them read the letters. When they’re old enough of course. I tell them how much I love them and how hard it was for me to let them go, but I did it because I was certain that their Daddy’s would give them the best possible life. I know that you will. I appreciate it too. Thank you for giving them what I can’t.

  Please don’t hate me for not seeing you Morgan. I really wanted to. You’re the sweetest, most selfless person I’ve ever met and I’m proud that you’ll be teaching those kids how to be like you. Another reason I know this was for the best. Please don’t worry about Bree and me; after I’ve healed up, we’re headed off to start our lives together. Whatever happens in this life; please know that I’m a better person for knowing you.

  Thank you for everything.

  Haley 4-3-17

  I wasn’t aware I was crying until Kingsley pulled me into him and I cried against his chest. I was sad for Haley, of course, I was, but I was also eternally grateful for the gift that she’d given us. Because of her, I had everything I’d ever wanted in my life, and I had it with the man I loved with every piece of my heart. I had to say; my life was pretty damn close to perfect.

  Kingsley

  “Swallow me, baby.” I groan on a whisper to my husband who currently had his lips around my cock. His head continued to bob up and down on me as his throat constricted around the head of my dick. “Fuck, Morgan.” My hips jerked, shoving myself even deeper into his throat. His fingers clutched at my thighs but slid around to my ass to pull me in, impossibly deeper. It had been weeks since we’d been able to find a second alone together that didn’t involve falling into our bed together in exhaustion.

  With two babies who seemed to be on completely opposite sleep schedules, we didn’t have time for much of anything, let alone, me getting my hands on him.

  “Come here, baby.” Again, I whisper; pulling him up my body before I done something stupid like blew it down his throat when I wanted nothing more than to come deep inside him.

  “I missed you.” He whispers, knowing that the both of us are terrified that if we speak above a whisper, the babies will know we’re up to something and interrupt. It’s like they have an alarm to interrupt everything we try to do; fucking and sleeping included.

  “Missed you too.” I swipe my tongue across his lips, tasting me, mixed with the sweetness that is my husband. “Get the lube” I hurry, spreading his ass apart and making him straddle my lap. My back is against the headboard of our bed, and I don’t feel like I can get him close enough. Rubbing my tip along his crease, his body feels so hot, and I can’t wait for that heat to be wrapped around me.

  “Get ready for me,” I instruct him, knowing if I put my fingers inside of him, I’ll likely lose it. I love watching my baby get himself ready for me, he’s erotic and sexy as hell, riding his own fingers, grinding on top of me. The sounds he makes is enough to make anyone insane; his sexy whimpers and surprised gasps every time his fingers find that magical place that lights him up. I grab his face with my hands and thrust my tongue into his eager mouth, feeling him suck my tongue with all he has.

  “King,” His head falls back, moaning sweetly for me.

  “That’s it, baby; feels good, huh?” I nip at his neck and feel him swallow hard. His breathing is rapid and choppy, and I can’t help but love the way he loses control for me.

  “I’m ready.” His voice wavers and his eyes are wild. I hope he’s telling the truth because once I start, it’ll be hell to stop. Lifting himself up on his knees, he slowly lines himself up with my tip, reaching behind himself to keep me still. My hands are clutched to his waist, feeling like I’m going to come right out of my skin. With agonizing slowness, he lowers himself onto me.

  “Morgan,” I groan, dropping my head to his chest, feeling his arms wrap around me and hold me to him. He grinds himself down until he’s seated in my lap and gives us both a second to gain control.

  “You ready?” He asks, smiling playfully; I know my baby’s up to no good. I bite my lip, but nod and my greedy, naughty husband slides up my cock and slams back down without warning. My arms spasm, slamming his body into mine as I scream his name. Fuck, the babies. Lifting himself up, he slams back on me, again and again, but luckily, it takes my breath, and I can’t scream out like before.

  “You feel so good, King. So big.” Morgan pants, bouncing on my cock. “I wanna feel you tomorrow, remember you’ve been here. It’s been too long. I don’t like going so long without you, King. We’re gonna have to make time. I need you too much.” He gasps, grinding down in my lap. He’s going to kill me.

  “Baby, you’re gonna make me come. You gotta slow down, I can’t….it’s been too long, and you’re squeezin’ the fuck out of me. You can’t- I try, and as coherent as that might’ve seemed; I’m pretty sure it wasn’t at all.

  “Kingsley” He gasps again, shoving his hands in my hair and pulling handfuls back, forcing me to look up at him as he claims my mouth. “Fuck me.” He says against my mouth as he nips my lips with his teeth. The sting is wiped away with his tongue, but his point was made. Flinging us around, where Morgan is on his back for me, I throw his legs over my shoulders and lift his ass at an angle and slam my body against his. I knew I’d pegged his prostate when his eyes rolled back and his gasp sounded pained. The good pain; the best fucking pain.

  “This what you wanted, Morgan?” I growl, no longer concerned with quiet. I couldn’t even if I tried. “You want to feel me tomorrow, baby? I’ll make it where you feel me all week.” I slam again and again and again.

  “King….don’t stop, baby….” He gasps once more and with nothing and no one touching his cock, he explodes…two weeks of pent-up release shooting over his belly and chest. When
his body is done jerking, and his whimpers turn into whines, I frame his face with my hands and fuck him impossibly harder. That burn at the base of my spine gives little warning before I plant myself inside him and let go.

  “Fuck, Morgan…. Fuck, baby, yeah.” Now it’s my turn to jerk until I’m empty. Feeling him hold my body close to him until our breathing evens out.

  A wail from the nursery interrupts our post-coital bliss, but Morgan smiles up at me anyway.

  “That’s an “I’m hungry, Daddy” cry.” He tells me. I’ve never seen Morgan with such purpose or such contentment. Although it’s taken a lot of getting used to for me, he fell into a routine with ease. Where I get frustrated or short-tempered or just plain wore out; Morgan is endlessly patient and forever grateful. He never loses his tempter, he never seems to get frustrated. Tired, absolutely, but nothing comes before these babies, and I love him all the more for it. For someone who’d longed his whole life for someone to care about him, he has it all now. Unconditional, unequivocal love from us. It’s something to see.

  “I’ll get her,” I tell him, but he’s already up and getting his pajama pants on.

  “I got her. You make us some bottles, and I’ll get them changed?” He asks, smiling at me from the door. I nod and haul my ass out of bed. As tired as I am right now, I wouldn’t change a second of this. Feeling my baby girl wrap her hand around my finger when I rock her to sleep at night; or feeling my boy burrow his face into my neck as he closes his eyes to sleep each night, I don’t regret a single second.

  Heating the bottles in the bottle warmers that Finn and Jay got us, I’m heading back down the hallway to the nursery, I’m not surprised to find it empty. In our room, with a giant comforter covering the top of our bed, I see our tiny little people laid right in the middle.

  “Gonna go clean up, I got the feeding pillows in here. Can they sleep in here with us tonight? Just tonight?” He asks, looking so hopeful. Just tonight, my ass. These kids are never going to be out of our bed, hence the two weeks since I’d even touched him. I lower my head to his and taste his lips. He smiles as he backs away and closes himself in the bathroom.

  “Come on, little beans. It’s time to eat and then bed. Your daddies are sleepy.” I say, propping them up on the big “U” shaped pillow that props them up while they eat. I yawn as I watch their little eyes struggle to stay open and when Morgan comes back, he takes over one bottle while I continue to hold the other. By the time they’re burped and passed back out, Morgan lays them next to each other in the center of our bed; with him on one side and me on the other. We’ve done this every night since they’ve been home. Looking at over at the peaceful smile on my husband’s face, I wish I could call and thank Haley for giving this to us. I’ll forever be grateful to her, and I hope she knows that. I hope we make her proud.

  Looking at my husband with his arms around our babies, the only word that comes to mind is….perfect.

  The End.

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  “Kingsley, put your shirt back on. Nobody wants to see your saggy man titties.” Kayson Kennedy teased his brother, who was currently showing their other little brother, Jase and me his new tattoo. It had been a couple of weeks since they’d half-assed forced me to come out with them. What was supposed to be a quiet night out, turned into a drunken night of debauchery…and earlier, Kingsley and Jase had both come into the station to harass me until I agreed tonight. Luckily, it was just a later dinner because I was on-shift at the station.

  Walking my big ass into their tattoo shop a month ago to commemorate my fallen squad leader and best friend since basic, Lieutenant Fredrick Lawly; but it was proving to be a giant pain in the ass, knowing this big, dysfunctional, ridiculous family. A giant pain in the ass in the form of new friends. Apparently, they’d taken one look at my stone-faced expressions and shitty ass attitude, and decided that I needed to be friends….with all of them.

  “Kayson, I think you’re jealous of my man titties.” Kingsley huffed and slunk back into his chair at our table.

  “I love your titties, baby.” Kingsley’s husband Morgan whispered not-so-quietly to his man, earning a smug smile to the table.

  “Everyone stop callin’ them titties.” Their other brother Jody grumbled, just this side of quiet, causing them all to erupt into gales of deep-toned laughter. I had to admit that hanging out with these guys the few times that they’ve talked me into coming out with them over the last month, I found myself wanting to laugh with them. They were hilarious in the most insane ways, especially Kayson and Kingsley. Neither man had much of a filter when it came to brain-to-mouth situations, but that’s often times what made them so ridiculous. It was impossible to know what either of them was going to say or do next.

  “You boys causin’ trouble over here?” Our pretty little waitress who made flutter-eyes at all these tatted up, giants, asks as she saunters up to our table.

  “Not us, darlin’,” Kayson answered looking way to convincing at being innocent.

  “Mmmhhmm.” She hummed, not buying it for a second, but also not seeming to care one little bit, as long as his attention was on her for the moment-and it was. Kayson’s husband Conner sat beside him looking amused.

  “Can I get y’all anything else?” She finally pried her eyes off the idiot and looked around the table.

  “Can I get the check, please. I need to be heading back.” I tell her, pulling out my wallet and throwing down a 20 dollar bill for my burger, fries, and drink. I’d leave the rest for compensation for having to put up with the loud bunch, even though she seemed to enjoy it. I was on the midnight shift tonight, and these guys kept odd hours. When they closed up shop, it was about my lunch break; hence, coming out to the diner with them all before heading back to the little building where myself, my co-worker Willis Kilson and our dispatcher, Margie worked. In a town this small, we only had five deputy sheriff’s employed at the station. We doubled up and had one night on, one night off, and every couple weeks we’d switch up so someone could get a weekend off. It was nice they done that, but up until I’d met these guys, I hated the time off. I hated being at home in my too-quiet house by myself with all kinds of time to think about what brought me here.

  “Your money’s no good here, Sheriff. Danny said so.” The peppy girl sounded determined. Danny is the owner of Danny’s Dine-In, and he’d been shamelessly flirting with me since the first time I’d come in. Unfortunately, this was the only eatery open this late, save the golden arches, and while I liked cheeseburgers and fries as much as any red-blooded American, I refused to eat there.

  “Well, you tell Danny that I appreciate the offer, but just like last time and the time before that; I’ll go ahead and take my ticket, please.” I tacked on the please at the last minute because my impatience at his advances was showing. Danny was a nice guy. He was also married with three kids under five. While I was somewhat still in the closet but not actually hiding, I wasn’t going to fuck around with someone that had a family at home. Being quiet about it wasn’t logica
l, I knew that; but it wasn’t something that was discussed in the CORPS; you kept that shit to yourself. I had to trust my team to keep my ass alive, and I wasn’t willing to risk one of them being a homophobic bigot or someone who’d look the other way when I was in danger, simply because I like to have my dick sucked by a man.

  “Alright, sugar. One minute.” Our waitress pouted as she turned and walked back to the counter to rally up our tickets.

  “Alright, y’all, so, while I got you all here…” Jase started, “Ms. Jay had a contractor come out and give an estimate on the upgrades needed at the house. It needs to be wheelchair accessible because as you know, Braylee’s surgery is in a couple of months and she’s going to be tied to that thing for a while. Not to mention, it just needs to be done anyway. Ms. Jay said she’s had to “pass” several times over the years because her house wasn’t equipped for someone in a wheelchair.” The guys looked serious for once, and I knew who Ms. Jay was, I’d met the woman at the children’s home a couple of times when she’d had trouble with a runaway about a month back.

  “Anyway, Cobb Ross said that we could use his banquet hall for a fund raiser and Joker and I was racking our brains to figure out what we could use…”

  “My art show! The gallery!” Morgan piped up, excitedly. “I mean the students at the gallery, we could auction off their paintings, it’s for a good cause, I know some would volunteer…Cobb would chip in with a couple of his pieces; I know he would. I will too!”

  “That’s an awesome idea; I can’t believe we didn’t think of that.” Jase playfully slapped Joker’s stomach, who was sitting next to him smiling.

  “Joker suggested a bachelor raffle.” Jase rolled his eyes, and I saw Jody frown, which wasn’t unusual.