“You ready to take the brains out of the pumpkin, little man?” I ask him as I bounce him on my lap, before lifting him up so he can get a better reach inside the small, round pumpkin in front of him.
He gives me an eager grin, but as soon as he reaches into the pumpkin his grin turns into a confused looking pout and a gag. Despite his gag reflex, he keeps going for it. He continues to reach into the pumpkin to grab some of its seeds. “I don’t know if he likes it,” I say with a laugh. Ronnie giggles at how cute his skeptical look is and bends down to give him a little kiss on the forehead. Grey continues to gag as he digs into the pumpkin. I try to gently pull his hand away as I say, “It’s okay, buddy. Daddy can do that for you.” He sneezes, shakes his head, and continues to bore inside the pumpkin with an eager smile on his little face. About twenty minutes later—and with Ronnie’s help—Grey’s pumpkin is cleaned out and he takes a moment to play with the mess on the tray while his gag reflex is going crazy.
“What do you want Daddy to carve, Grey? Want something scary?” I can’t remember the last time I carved a pumpkin. I think it must’ve been when I was in elementary school with Dean’s help. I was never skilled at these sorts of things—but not for lack of trying. I always tried, wanting to impress my mother, but she never seemed to care. I place Grey in his highchair and begin to carve.
“Dada!” he squeals, eagerly bouncing in his seat. Okay, “scary” it is.
Biting on my lower lip in concentration, I try my best to carve something remotely scary into the pumpkin. Or, just anything that looks remotely like a face. Grey laughs at my every move, and it doesn’t take long for Ronnie to join in. I stop cutting and give her a pout, as if to say, “Babe, why are you making fun of my effort?” I look at her pumpkin, which is carved perfectly with the face of a cat.
“I’m sorry, baby. You’re just so cute when you’re concentrating.”
“Thanks, babe,” I respond with a dramatic eye-roll, only causing her to giggle more which makes me smile. By the time I’m finished with my poorly carved pumpkin, Grey is messy and fast asleep in his highchair. I look over to Ronnie only to find she’s equally messy. I wouldn’t mind licking that crap off of her. “How about we go to my apartment? I’ll clean him up and put him to bed. And then you and I can take a shower together. You’re so dirty, baby.”
Ronnie flushes—obviously just as turned on as I am—and quickly nods. “I’ll clean up here and then meet you there in a few minutes?”
I answer her with a passionate kiss before pulling away, realizing I don’t want to wake my sleeping son. As much as I love him—I don’t need him to cock block me right now. Ronnie and I haven’t had a chance to fuck in what feels like weeks and I need her desperately. I slowly get up and walk over to my apartment. I wipe the sticky pumpkin shit off Grey, then get him ready for bed and safely in his crib.
As soon as I hear her knock on my door, my cock is standing at attention and very uncomfortable against the zipper of my jeans. I adjust myself and gently shut Grey’s door before jogging to let Ronnie in. I open the door to find her in nothing but that fuzzy robe she frequently wears around her apartment. She hasn’t cleaned up, so I suppose she’s allowing me to do the honor. I pull her inside, trying desperately to control myself so I don’t just maul her in the living room. I close my apartment door and instantly push her body against it, crushing my body against hers. My lips are on hers, then they descend to her neck… and then lower. She’s wiggling against me the entire time, making my cock even more painfully hard. In one swift motion, I lift her up and carry her to my bathroom, eager to get her naked and under the hot stream of water. As soon as I have us standing by the shower, I set her down on her feet. However, I can’t seem to take my hands off her—touching her still as I reach in and turn on the shower and crank it to the hottest setting.
I strip her out of her robe as soon as the water is ready and pull us under the stream without giving a shit about the fact that I’m still fully dressed. She giggles at me, but her giggles soon turn to moans as my lips wrap around one of her nipples. I can’t wait long enough to fully strip, so, instead, I unzip my pants and lift her up, pressing her against the shower wall. I’m inside her in one swift motion and rock her world until we both can barely stand. The water runs cold, and I give her an exhausted kiss before turning it off and pulling her out of the shower. I lost my clothes somewhere in the process of fucking her, but I honestly can’t string the events together in my head to effectively remember when it happened exactly. She yawns against my shoulder as I wrap her up in a towel before carrying her bridal-style to my bed.
“You want to sleep here tonight?”
She gives me a sleepy nod before cozying up to me in bed. I quickly leave the room to check on Grey, finding that he’s still fast asleep with a smile on his face. Now that I have a baby monitor, I’m not as hesitant to leave him to sleep in his own room. However, some nights, I’ll pull him into my room just to give myself some peace of mind. He’s just so little and so many things can happen to him while I’m not able to watch over him. I kiss my fingers and then place them on his forehead. He opens his eyes and gives me a sleepy smile before quickly settling back to sleep. Tomorrow is his first Halloween and I’ve vowed to make it a special day for him. Knowing that, I return to bed so I can try to get a good night’s rest.
The sound of Grey’s laughter wakes me up. I rub the sleep from my eyes and wipe my groggy face. I’ve never been a morning person, but my son certainly helps me to be less bitter when I wake-up. As soon as my sleepy haze lifts, I turn to find the source of the sound. He’s sitting on Ronnie’s stomach, loudly giggling as she makes various silly faces at him.
“Good morning, sleepyhead,” Ronnie says, while still entertaining my son.
“What time is it?” I ask in a voice thick with sleep.
“It’s a little past nine,” she assures me before sitting up, holding Grey safely against her chest. He nuzzles her tits and smiles at me. Lucky little guy.
I wouldn’t mind if every morning were like this. Waking up to my beautiful girlfriend and perfect son. Holding her in my arms last night was incredible. I almost like holding her just as much as I like fucking her. There’s just something about that skin to skin contact that’s extremely comforting. It’s also nice to have someone else here to give Grey attention so early in the morning. I try my best with him, but I’m usually still half asleep by the time he’s fully awake.
“I thought I’d make Grey some breakfast while you get ready for the day.”
God, this girl is so thoughtful and fucking perfect. I smile at her and jump out of bed, eager to take my time getting ready. I didn’t exactly wash up in the shower last night, so while Ronnie handles breakfast for my son, I decide to take a nice long shower instead of my usual one which takes no longer than five minutes. I strip and duck under the stream of hot water, enjoying the way it feels against my skin. My cock rises, and before I can help myself, I quickly rub one out while imagining my girl on her knees with her pouty lips wrapped around me. As soon as I’m finished and fully clothed, I make my way to the kitchen, almost blushing as I think of facing my girl after masturbating to my fantasy of her. As soon as I walk into the kitchen and find her in her fuck-hot Halloween costume, I’m thankful that I did rub one out a few moments earlier. Otherwise, this interaction would’ve been incredibly embarrassing for me.
It’s obvious she’s seen the Star Wars collection by my DVD player. In a very short Princess Leia outfit, she looks like she just stepped out of one of my teenage wet dreams. Jesus, I’m hard again. I have to reign in my self-control to hold myself back from just whipping it out and stroking myself in the middle of the kitchen.
“Do you like it?” she quietly asks as blood rushes to her cheeks.
“Do I like it?” I snort at how absurd the question sounds coming from her beautiful lips. “Of course, I like it. You look so fucking hot, baby.” I close the distance between us and take her into my arms, kissing her blushing
cheeks before rubbing my hard body against hers.
“Look at your son.”
When I see Grey, I can’t help but laugh. He looks so fucking adorable with his big green Yoda ears and a brown Jedi robe. I can’t believe my girl thought about this. It’s all so perfect. Just like her. “I can’t believe you dressed him up like Yoda.” I laugh as I look at him, as he giggles loudly in his high chair while playing with his green foam ears.
“I thought his daddy would like it,” she cutely responds.
God, I fucking love you! If I wasn’t so fucking nervous, I’d say the words aloud, but I want my first time telling her to be absolutely perfect. I’ve never said those words to a woman. It’s scary and the thought of expressing my feelings makes me feel so fucking vulnerable. I know once I finally say the words to her, they’ll flow off my lips after that at any given chance. I’ll probably never be able to shut up about how much I love her once the words are spoken. Hell, I guess I’ve got the rest of my life to express my feelings for her.
“What is it?” she coyly asks, making it obvious that I was staring at her for too long.
“Nothing. You’re just so beautiful, Ronnie.”
She blushes before she goes to flip our pumpkin pancakes. I can’t help myself, as I walk up behind her and brush my hands against her ass before kissing her neck and nuzzling her Princess Leia buns before going to the table to join my son. I watch her as she cooks for us and feel myself falling in love with her even more. I feel like I fall in love with her more every single fucking second. We eat breakfast and plan our day out—excited for the chance to spend the entire day together without interruptions.
It’s only appropriate to spend the day watching all the Star Wars movies while eating Halloween candy and complete junk. We start with A New Hope—because I have to start my girl off right—and eventually we watch the prequels after finishing the original trilogy. Ronnie explains that she’s seen the original trilogy with her dad but hadn’t remembered much about it. I’m more than happy to let my inner geek shine through and explain to her every aspect of the movies. I even tell her all about the Star Wars novels and comics I read growing up. She listens, but I’m not sure how invested in it she really is. She gives me this look, that says, “Man, he’s hot. I got to make sure I look interested.” She didn’t say much in response, but she does tell me, in length, how attractive she finds Harrison Ford. I’ve got to admit, hearing her go on and on about another man does make me a tad jealous. Even if it is a movie star who’s now in his seventies. Finally, after watching Revenge of the Sith—which I love, even though some people don’t share my opinion—it’s dark outside and we finally decide to watch some scary movies. Of course, with a baby we can’t watch anything too fucked like The Shining or Cannibal Holocaust, so we settle on Hocus Pocus which is playing on the Family Channel.
Grey has been so great during our lazy day at home. He was absolutely fascinated by the Star Wars marathon—which I’m not surprised about considering Dean and I were completely obsessed with the movies as kids. He’s been so quiet and curious about the movies, and as long as I’m paying him some attention, he’s completely fine. He does have a few outbursts, but they are mostly due to needing his diaper changed or being hungry, just like he is right now. He begins to cry and no amount of attempting to placate him will do.
“Aw, baby,” Ronnie says as she looks down at our crying little guy, “I’ll go make us some dinner.”
My stomach grumbles as if on cue and I give her one, long kiss before watching her leave to run off to the kitchen. I can’t help but stare at the way her dress rides up as she walks away, showing the bottom of her perfect ass and a hint of her blue lace panties. Grey’s cries bring me back to the matter at hand. I get on the floor with him, hoping to distract him while Ronnie makes dinner. I play airplane with him until his Yoda ears fly off. I then bounce him on my chest before finally “chasing” him on my hands and knees; he tries to crawl across the floor as quickly as he can to get away from me. I let him think he’s getting away, before I finally catch him and tickle him until he can’t laugh anymore. Around thirty minutes later, he’s completely worn out and falls asleep on the carpet. As I hear my girl put our dinner in the oven, I run to my bedroom to grab Grey’s crib, rolling it into the hallway connecting to the living room. I want to be able to keep an ear out to make sure he’s okay.
Ronnie comes back into the living room and glances over toward the crib. “Aw, is he asleep already?” She adorably asks as she adjusts the low-cut top of her costume.
“Well, it’s pretty late I guess.” As I speak my eyes are glued to her frame. I have to reach down and unashamedly adjust myself. Ronnie watches me, licking her lips as she takes off her apron, tossing it aside and walks toward me. She’s so fucking hot and I’m so hard it’s painful. It must be obvious to her since she’s staring at my cock and licking her lips again like it’s all she wants. Or maybe that’s just wishful thinking on my part.
“Sit down, baby,” she orders with a coy grin. “I want to take care of you.”
She pulls the top of her costume down, freeing her gorgeous tits. I lick my lips and quickly unzip my pants, pulling out my cock and stroking it as she continues to walk toward me, her tits bouncing with every step. As she drops to her knees before me, I wonder how I got so lucky. She’s better than any dream. I hadn’t known girls like her existed—and maybe they don’t—maybe it’s just her. She seems to be one of a kind.
She licks my tip before taking the head of my cock in her mouth. She moans. The vibrations cause my cock to throb even harder. Sure, I’ve had woman suck me off before, but they’re nothing like my girl. Seeing her with her tits out and her lips wrapped around me, I feel like I’ve died and gone to heaven. She takes as much of my cock into her mouth as she can handle and pumps the remaining few inches with one hand, while she plays with my balls with the other. My whole body is tense. I feel my orgasm quickly approaching as she works her magic. As soon as she looks up at me with her big, beautiful green eyes, I’m a fucking goner.
“I’m going to come,” I warn, in case she doesn’t want to swallow.
She gives me a wicked look but doesn’t pull away. I hold onto the back of her head, guiding her movements as she licks and sucks on me. She takes as much as she can of me into her mouth, before she chokes. I come with a roar. She swallows everything I give her. As soon as she’s finished, she pulls away to wipe her mouth before giving me a shy smile. How can she be shy after blowing me like a fucking goddess?
“Did you like that?” she questions, as she gets off her knees and joins me on the couch.
“You’re so perfect, Ronnie.” God, I love you. “I’m not done with you yet,” I say as I lower myself onto her soft body.
chapter 26
nutshell
Mae and Lincoln Taylor, Cat’s parents, have been attempting to contact me over the past few days. I haven’t purposefully avoided them, but I’ve missed their calls and they’ve missed mine—therefore, the last few days felt like a game of phone tag. Honestly, I feel like complete and utter shit for not contacting them sooner. Cat was their only child… God, I can’t imagine what it’s got to fucking feel like to lose the center of your entire world. I sure as hell can’t imagine my life without Grey. Lately, my mind has been all over the fucking place. I’ve been spending so much time filing for all of Grey’s benefits and it’s been aggravating beyond belief. When I first started, I had no idea it’d be such a nightmare. That stress, combined with my job-related stress, as well as my most difficult job of all—raising a baby—I’ve had little time to think of anything or anyone outside my own bubble.
As much as I loved my brother, I was never extremely close to his wife or her family. I liked her well enough. I thought she was my brother’s perfect match, but I was never around long enough to really get to know her. She always seemed to like me well enough, too. Hell, she must’ve liked me more than I’d originally thought since she left me to care for her son. We beca
me “friends” through Dean, and sometimes she would play the “big sister” role in my life—which used to annoy the hell out of me when we were in high school. I’ve only met Mae and Lincoln once at my brother’s wedding two years ago. They seemed nice enough, but I know I didn’t make a good impression by any means. I hadn’t been drunk at his wedding, but I had gotten to the point where my drinking became almost inappropriate. I was fine, but only the people who really knew me could tell. Looking back, I wish I hadn’t had my head so far up my ass back then. I should’ve spent more time with my family at that wedding and less time standing by the open bar, nursing my wounds from a fight I had the night before.
This morning was the first time I’ve spoken to Lincoln since the wedding. I was finally able to reach him during my lunch break at work. He’d gotten in touch with me for the reason I suspected—they want to see their grandson. I’ve known this day would come eventually, and I regret not reaching out to them sooner. They’ve gone through so much shit themselves. I can’t help but wonder what he thinks about someone like me taking care of his only grandchild. Our conversation didn’t really give any indication as to what his thoughts were. For the most part, his voice was extremely monotone—aside from the tinge of hope I couldn’t ignore. “My wife’s birthday is coming up this weekend on the fourth, and I know this is short notice, but she really wants to see her grandbaby.” The hopeful note in his voice is what made my decision for me.
Feeling so shitty about having Grey disappear from his grandparent’s lives for so long—I readily agreed to drive him to Carson City, Nevada for a visit. It’ll be a good change of pace for us, anyway. As the weather creeps toward being fucking unbearable, Colorado has become dreary and uncomfortable compared to the California heat I was accustomed to. It’ll be nice to have a change of scenery and be around people who love Grey. While I don’t mind being “settled” now, I do get a bit antsy from time to time. I went from being spontaneous every day—having basically no responsibilities—to waking up every morning knowing of exactly what’s on my agenda. This little road trip will be fun since it’ll be my first adventure with my son. I’d like to invite Ronnie along as well because I know I’ll need a bit of “moral support” on this trip. Thank fuck she’s an editor who works from home and her schedule’s extremely flexible.
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