Made to Switch
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Both Carmela and Marco Jr. look at me shouting, “MOMMY!!”
“I didn’t even know your dad then!” Then I tell Marco, “Don’t make it seem like you were Mr. Innocent.” I don’t want to tell them that Marco had this blonde bimbo pouring out of her dress hanging all over him.
“Now, kids, it’s okay. Your mom knew that it was me she belonged to so she sent all of those other guys away with their tails between her legs. And I knew she was disappointed I didn’t come and talk to her before she decided to leave.” He gives me a sideways glance smirking at some private joke.
I give his arm a swat. “You, Marco, are horrible!”
He laughs. “I didn’t want to scare you away too fast, Elizabeth!”
The children are laughing at our pretend little squabble as Marco continues, “I noticed your mom was saying goodbye to Aunt Janie and the rest of her friends and I wasn’t going to let her leave without making her mine. So you know what I did?” He looks at Carmela and Marco Jr. wide-eyed, he’s got them totally hooked even though he’s told them this story a hundred times. This was a bedtime favorite for years.
“YOU FOLLOWED HER!!” they shout in unison.
He laughs with his beautiful eyes-scrunching, pearly-whites-gleaming, dimples-showing chuckle, the one that makes all women’s panties go up in flames. And he’s mine, all mine.
“Yes, I followed her, but that doesn’t mean it’s okay to follow strangers, it could be very dangerous, but this is our story. Now, where was I?” He pauses for moment for dramatic effect, tapping his cheek with his finger. “Oh, yes, I started to follow your mother down the street. She walked about a block and when I finally caught up to her it was right at that moment her heel got stuck in the sidewalk and she almost fell flat on her face right there in front of God and everyone. And do you know what I did?” He smirks knowing what’s coming.
“YOU CAUGHT HER!!” They shout in chorus again.
“Yes, I caught the woman of my dreams in my arms and from that moment we started to live happily ever after.” He looks at me and leans over smiling softly and kisses me gently. The kids erupt in loud applause just like they do every single time Marco tells this story.
“Tell us about when you asked Mommy to marry you, Daddy!!!” Carmela squeals, clapping her hands and bouncing in her booster seat. Marco Jr.’s going right along with her with his hands hitting the table.
Marco turns to the kids and brings his face very close to them. “What is tonight, kids?” he almost whispers.
“CHRISTMAS EVE!!”
“That’s right, Mommy’s favorite night of the year, right after your birthday, so we are going to be extra good and after lunch you’re going to go pick up your toys and maybe tonight after The Night Before Christmas I’ll tell you that one. Now Santa’s not going to be very pleased if you don’t finish your lunch.”
“But I’m not hungry.” Carmela pouts, crossing her arms in front of her, but Marco Jr. digs in.
“All right, princess, how about a little applesauce then I’ll let you up?” Marco coos to her.
“Okay, Daddy, just a little.” She knows she has him right where she wants him.
That night after the children have been bathed, had their story read to them in front of the Christmas tree in the family room, been tucked in with Marco telling them again about when he asked me to marry him, we finally get a moment to ourselves.
Marco is sitting on the loveseat in our bedroom where my portrait, the one he took of me, hangs over our bed. He had another copy made when I promised not to destroy this one.
“Come here, baby.” Marco lifts his arm beckoning for me to come and rest my head there.
I go and sit with him leaning against his chest just soaking in the feeling of him. He kisses me gently on the top of my head.
“We still have presents to wrap, don’t we, my love?”
I sigh heavily, remembering those other two bags of toys that still need to be wrapped in our closet.
“Yes.”
“Go get me the ribbon, baby. I’ll start now.” His voice rumbles through my body.
I get up and retrieve the bag of ribbons and scissors and tape from the closet.
I stand in front of him setting the bag on the table then I start to turn to get the paper.
“Stop, Elizabeth.” His voice has dropped and become firmer.
It’s that voice, the one that makes my sex leak. I suck in a sharp breath instinctively just from the sound of his voice, licking me in my most intimate parts.
“I want you to strip for me, baby, then I’m going to tie you up like my Christmas present and play with you. Take your clothes off, my love, let me look at my beautiful wife.”
The End
I hope you enjoyed One Night with a Stranger and Made to Switch as much as I enjoyed writing them and I hope you will take a piece of Marco and Elizabeth with you. <3
About N.M. Catalano
N.M. Catalano was born in the Bronx, grew up in the foothills of the Catskill Mountains and moved to Manhattan as soon as she could after high school. After spending several years there working for a fashion designer, she was forced to move to the coast down south, yes, that’s right, and wouldn’t change a thing. She started writing ten years ago and hasn’t stopped since, as the stories insist on being told. She has two beautiful daughters who are extremely artistic, write beautifully and are musically inclined, thank God, because they keep her up to date on the latest songs. Follow her on Twitter @NMCatalano and on Facebook, N.M. Catalano Writer.
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