When he kissed me again, he held his lips against mine. “I did the right thing walking away that night. We needed to be more before we took that step. I wanted you to only picture me when I first touched you, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t think about coming back in this room. After the alcohol and seeing you half naked, I would have been a fool to not want you.”
I could feel his erection pressing against my leg. I laid my back down on the bed as Ty grabbed my legs and wrapped them around his waist. He didn’t have to reach down to put his hard cock in place, because it slid right into my wetness. Ty held onto my legs as he thrusted himself in and out of me. I watched the sweat starting to form on his chest as he continued to pick up the pace. I reached for his hands and placed mine over his as I felt him coming. He held me still while he regained his own composure.
Once we cleaned up and climbed under the covers, Ty pulled me close and kissed my belly. He kissed me full on the lips and buried his head into my hair as he stroked my fingers. “I didn’t want to want you back then, but you kept teasing me with your beauty, leaving me curious enough to never stop wondering.”
“I was afraid that I would just be some one-nighter for you. It’s all I thought you would want. It’s all anyone else ever wanted.” It was so embarrassing to admit that. I wasn’t proud of my past, but Ty never once judged me for it, or loved me any less.
He spooned us together and held onto my belly. “That’s because I was your only forever,” Ty said confidently. “They couldn’t have what was always meant to be mine.”
Did he practice these lines?
“You’ve become a sap and where do you come up with these lines? Are you reading my magazines again?”
He started laughing against my back. “You made me be one and I only read them at work.” He moved my hair so his face could touch my neck. I knew he was joking about the magazines. The only ones in that dirty bathroom were pornos. “Seriously, it took me being completely alone to realize what I wanted more than anything in the world. I had nothing until you came back into my life. Even after being married for more than two and a half years, I still miss you when I’m working and I can’t wait to be with you. I love talking to you, and touching you. I love our daughter and those two little boys growing inside of you. I love this life we have. Nothing will ever come between us, Miranda. I promise you that.”
“I’m not complaining. I love you for this life we have. You work so hard for our family. I don’t know how I ever deserved this.”
Ty brought one of my hands up to his lips. “I’d do anything for you. Sleep, Baby. You had a rough day and the kids are going to come looking for us early as shit tomorrow.”
I closed my eyes and let myself fall asleep, knowing that I had the best life that I could have ever imagined.
Chapter 4
Ty
Even after Miranda had fallen asleep, I laid there wide awake thinking about how upset that woman had made her. She should have been ashamed of herself for raising such a shitty son. There was no way in Hell I would ever let my boys turn out the way hers had. I know some things are out of the parent’s control, but teaching your sons to respect women is not something very hard to do. I’d watched him beat the shit out of my wife and saw what he did to, and took away from Van.
Izzy would never know that life and the thought of men out there in this world that could hurt her like that killed me inside. I wanted to lock her up and keep her safe forever. One thing I could be grateful of was that Miranda would never feel threatened by my touch. I would never lay a hand on her.
I could feel the twins moving all around in Miranda’s stomach as she slept. I loved feeling them and knowing that we made them out of love. To have a planned pregnancy was so exciting. From that first moment up until the results of the pregnancy test meant so much to me. We didn’t keep our wanting to get pregnant a secret. In fact, I think I may have announced it even to perfect strangers. I wanted everyone to know that we were making a baby.
It was hard not telling Izzy at first. Aside from slipping to the family during my confrontation with Conner, I kept my promise and stayed quiet. Izzy didn’t find out until Miranda was eight weeks along. Of course she expected that the baby was just going to pop out any day, so Miranda had to sit her down and explain as much as she could, so that our daughter would understand better.
After that day, we included her in everything. Miranda didn’t know it, but Izzy had picked out the name Jackson. I don’t know where she heard it and it really didn’t matter, I loved it from the beginning. I had taken her to lunch one day while Miranda ran some errands in town. I liked the name Jacob, which was what Miranda had picked out for Iz, but I wanted to have something of my own. Of course, for days I couldn’t think of one name that really caught my attention. That day in the restaurant when Iz just came out with the name Jackson, I couldn’t help but tear up. That kid got me. She always had.
We kept the name a secret as the highly anticipated sonogram was coming up. Much to my surprise, we found out there were two little boys, instead of just one. I can’t even explain the pure joy that overcame me that day. Words cannot describe how utterly speechless I was.
Miranda’s body stirred and she turned into my body, shoving her belly into mine, and causing my ass to hang over the edge of the bed. This was not uncommon here recently, in fact, on most nights, I would either climb over her or walk to the other side of the bed and go back to sleep.
I tried to just start out on that side, but her body was like a magnet to mine, not that I ever complained. I loved being close to her, but I also loved to get at least a few hours of sleep so I could be able to do all the things I needed to do the next day.
I was too tired to get up and walk around the bed, so I pulled myself into her more and wrapped my arms tightly around her waist. I closed my eyes and felt at peace knowing I had the best life.
As I had expected, I woke up to banging at the door. The clock on my phone read six thirty. The door creaked open, before I could stand up and throw on some clothes. I pulled the covers over me and Miranda and smiled as the prettiest little blonde hair girl came walking into the room, owning the place. “Daddy, me and Noah want to eat breakfast, but Aunt Van says we have to wait. Can you make us breakfast?”
“How did you get here?” They better have not taken the golf cart themselves.
“Noah drove us. Uncle Colt said we could.”
Colt is a dumbass! Noah was only five.
Miranda stirred behind me and grabbed my arm. “Bella, let Daddy sleep a little while longer and we can all eat together.”
“But, Mommy, I am hungry now.” Even though Miranda couldn’t see it, Iz stuck out her pouty lip. I almost busted out laughing at how cute she was, and manipulative.
I patted Miranda on the leg. “Iz, you and Noah go wait downstairs. Let Daddy get up and get dressed and I will make you guys something.”
“Are you naked again Daddy? Why don’t you and Mommy wear pajamas to bed?”
Oh Christ! Here we go again.
Before I could answer, Iz turned around to Noah. “Does your Mommy and Daddy sleep naked too?”
Noah giggled and covered his mouth as he laughed. “I don’t know.”
“Both of you get downstairs, right now!” Miranda sat up and pointed toward the door. Her hair was standing in all directions and she looked like she was ready to shoot fire out of her ears.
I pulled her back down against my chest. “Good morning, Sunshine.”
“You suck! You know she is going to tell everyone we are naked.”
“Who cares, Baby?”
She pulled a pillow over her head and growled. She worried too much. We obviously were not the only couple on the planet to sleep naked. We didn’t do it all the time, mostly because Izzy liked to sneak into bed with us, but last night we knew she was at Colt’s house.
I sat up and wiped the sleep out of my eyes. “Just go back to bed. I will take care of the little trouble makers.”
/> Miranda wrapped her arms around my waist. “If you would just teach our daughter what the word ‘wait’ means, you could cuddle up and sleep with me.”
I leaned back and kissed her on the head. “I love that you hate sharing me.”
She knew I was teasing but threw a pillow at me anyway as I got up to find some clothes. I bent down to grab something out of the suitcase and heard her making a funny sound. When I turned around, she was leaning on her elbow eyeing up my naked body. Naturally, I woke up with an erection, and those eyes she was giving me, didn’t help matters. “You know we can’t. Calm down cougar, you can hunt me down later and pounce all over this shit.”
She rolled her eyes as I continued to laugh at my own comment. “Nevermind! I didn’t want any anyway.”
That made me laugh even louder. I threw on some boxers and jeans and walked over to the bed. “You are an awful liar. Go back to sleep.”
I didn’t wait for her comeback as I headed down the stairs. Surprisingly, Lucy was already cooking breakfast. She put down the spatula and wrapped her arms around me. “I can’t believe you came to visit. I heard the news and I am so excited for you both.”
“Who told you?”
“Who do you think?” She cocked her eyebrow and looked toward where my daughter sat coloring.
I shook my head. “Should have known. She doesn’t keep good secrets.”
“Where’s my aunt? Is she still sleeping?” I wanted to run upstairs and scare the shit out of her.
“She isn’t here. Her and Karen are doing a fundraiser at church today. They will be back at dinner time.”
I grabbed a cup of coffee and leaned against the counter. “Damn, Miranda will be sad about that. She wanted to spend the day with her mom.”
“Savanna and I were going to stop by later. Miranda can ride with us. I am sure you men can handle the kids for a few hours.” Lucy was teasing me. I knew it without the wink she threw in my direction. They didn’t always approve of my actions, but my family never doubted my parental skills. They knew how seriously I took that shit.
“Yeah, I think I can handle these two trouble makers.” I grabbed my daughters messed up ponytail and shook it.
“Daddy, stop it! I am trying to color in the lines.” Izzy looked annoyed.
“Sorry, you need to fix that mop before Mommy sees it. Although, her hair looked like a monster was hiding in it this morning. Don’t tell her I told you that.”
“Too late! I heard it for myself.” Miranda walked into the kitchen and smacked my ass.
I pretended she hurt me and looked at Iz to get her sympathy. She started to giggle and I leaned over to kiss her. “Tell Mommy she is pretty.”
“Mommy, Daddy says to tell you that you look pretty.”
I threw my hands up in the air. “Thanks, Iz!”
She giggled some more, causing Noah to follow suit.
I saw Miranda heading for the coffee pot and dove in front of her. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Ty, just let me have one cup. It won’t hurt the babies. I’m so sleepy.” She was whining. “The doctor says some caffeine won’t hurt me. Just one cup.”
I poured her a small cup and filled it half of the way with coffee and half with milk. She rolled her eyes, but accepted what I was offering. She curtsied me before taking the cup. “Thank you, Master Ty.”
I thought it was funny, but that made her more mad. She rolled her eyes and knocked her hip into my side as she walked by me. “Master likes watching you walk away.”
She shook her head and gave Lucy her attention, while I sat down with the kids. “So, what are you drawing?”
Noah slid his paper toward me. “This is me and Bella with Mickey Mouse.”
His stick figure characters were hilarious, especially the one with giant mouse ears. The best part was that the stick figures he drew had three legs, like the body continued a little too long. As I noticed it, coffee shot out of my nose and I began choking. Feeling kind of embarrassed, I acted like the coffee just went down the wrong hole, until my wife came over and took one look at the paper. She lightly smacked the back of my head. “Tyler Mitchell!”
“I’m sorry, Honey. I try to behave, but sometimes I just can’t help it.” I talked in a sad voice.
She sat down on my lap as our daughter pushed her paper toward us. Izzy didn’t have stick figures, but I could tell she was drawing people. One of the bodies was wearing something with two dots next to one another on the shirt. “What did you draw, Sweetie?” Miranda asked.
“This is you and Daddy.”
Miranda pointed to the dots on the body. “What’s this? A fancy shirt?”
“No silly, it’s your boobies, cause you and Daddy sleep naked.” Two little kids filled the room with laughter while Miranda sat wide eyed on my lap. Lucy was over at the stove beside herself, while I just sat there waiting to be slapped again. After a few seconds the air wouldn’t stay in my mouth any longer and I just burst into uncontrolled laughter.
Miranda got up and grabbed the little girl’s art work. “Isabella Mitchell, you do not draw people without clothes ever again. Do you understand me.”
Izzy put her head down and started to cry. “I’m sorry, Mommy.”
This was where Miranda and I disagreed, in fact, it was the only time we disagreed. I grabbed my daughters hand and kissed it, as I handed her another piece of paper. While Miranda’s head was turned I leaned in and whispered in Iz’s ear. “Mommy isn’t mad. She is just upset you told Lucy we were naked. You can’t tell people private stuff, okay Sweetie?”
She shook her head and I kissed it. When I sat back down I saw Miranda shaking her head at me. I shrugged my shoulders like I couldn’t help myself. She could punish me later and I was definitely looking forward to it.
To get the subject dropped for the time being, I assisted Lucy with breakfast. By the time Van and Colt showed up with the baby, everything was ready to eat. It felt weird sitting at my aunts without her being around. In fact, it seemed so quiet without Conner and the ladies.
Little Christian was the cutest thing ever. She was only a few months old, but her little smile was just perfect. She loved hearing the kids talking and would turn her little body toward where the sounds of them were coming from.
“Did you hear the women are leaving us with the kids for the day?” Colt laughed while taking another bite of his food.
“Yeah, Savanna informed me last night. I think we can manage. I have a whole roll of Duct tape in the garage.”
We both laughed while the girls sat there with their mouths open. Of course, the first thing that came to mind for me was the ABC party that brought Miranda and I together. I looked over to where she sat and got a quick reaction from her. It made me smile just knowing she got me so well. I threw her a wink and mouthed the words ‘I love you’ toward her.
A gagging sound caught my attention. “Don’t do that while I am trying to eat.” Van gave me a disgusted look. I picked up a roll and threw it toward her, causing her to scream because she was so shocked I’d actually done something like that.
“I think the children are being better behaved than the adults this morning,” Lucy teased.
We all settled down and tried to set a better example for our kids, but even Lucy knew us adults had caused commotion at the table since we were Izzy and Noah’s age.
Colt and I hung out and helped Lucy clean up breakfast while Van took everyone else to their house. The house got quiet without the kids there. Once we finished we met them at their place. I should have been expecting retaliation from Van, but my dumbass forgot to keep my guard up. Colt walked into the house and I followed behind him. As I grabbed the screen door, I felt something wet hitting the front of my body, followed by a loud machine coming on and then just an explosion of something white hitting me.
As I opened my eyes and tried to assess what the hell had just happened, I realized I was completely covered in flour. I wiped my eyes and looked at Van, who was hunched over l
aughing her ass off. “What the fuck?”
“Language!” Miranda corrected me.
“I think I can say it this one time.”
A leaf blower was still in Van’s hands. Miranda held the container of flour, while the kids giggled at my feet with two empty glasses in their hands.
“You were all in on this? You all suck!” I was laughing the whole time. This was, by far, Van’s best prank yet. She was learning. I liked it.
I ran toward her, chasing her into the kitchen until I cornered her and wrapped my body around hers. She giggled and screamed at the same time, trying to free herself. “Ty, get off of me. You’re getting me all gross.”
“Say you’re sorry and I will let you go.”
She tried to fight me, so I held her tighter. “Let me go. Come on, you are messing up my clothes.”
“Say it.”
“I’m sorry.” I started to let her go and she turned back around. “Not!”
I grabbed her again and shook the powder off of my hair into her face. “Say it and mean it.”
The more she fought the more I held onto her. The room filled with the family, but I never let her go. “Okay, okay. I’m sorry Ty.”
“Now tell me that I am awesome and you love me.”
Everyone started laughing, including me. “Never!”
I rubbed my face over hers, causing her to scream again. “Say it!”
“I love your awesomeness.”
“That isn’t what I said.” I shook my head even more. “Say it right.”
“Fine, I love you and you’re awesome.” She cried out.
I released her and watched as she walked away assessing the mess that SHE made all over the house. Miranda was shaking her head at me and I attempted to hug her, but was shut down by her death look. I knew she didn’t feel like changing her clothes, so I pouted my way to the guest bathroom, to try and get the flour off of me.
I ended up having to take a shower, while Miranda rode back to the house on the golf cart to get me some clean clothes. When I finally got out they were getting ready to leave. Van couldn’t walk by me without laughing at what she had done. The floor was all vacuumed up and there was no trace of her stellar prank. I pointed to her. “I will get you back, Cuz.”
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