Something which I’d immediately agreed to.
Though, my mom had thrown a big shindig and taken Sunny for the night.
Sunny who was officially Sonja Reese Roberts.
My daughter in the eyes of the law, as well as Avery’s.
“I could be, I guess,” Avery said shyly.
I snickered as I took a large swig of my drink.
Avery leaned her head against my bicep just as the rest of our orders started to filter out.
“Why are we eating at this joint again?” Dax asked curiously, eyes taking in all the kids. “Not that I’m complaining or anything, but there are a shit ton of kids here right now.”
“We’re supporting Avery,” my mother said. “Just like we support you.”
Dax grinned.
Today was Avery’s special congratulatory dinner that was in celebration of her selling a piece of photography to the biggest art dealer in Texas.
She made a whopping thirty-five grand off of it, and he’d commissioned more prints just like it.
Avery had gone to court and gotten her money back for her mother’s and father’s medical bills. She’d also become the guardian of Sunny’s estate, which had a cool million in it thanks to her father’s life insurance.
Sunny, one day, would have the world at her fingertips thanks to that money.
“I’m excited,” Avery said. “I’m taking photos of a couple of baseball players and their wives tomorrow. The Longview Lumberjacks of all people. Can you believe that?”
I curled my arm around Avery, whose business had absolutely boomed in the last year.
Honestly, she now had everything that she could ever ask for thanks to the calendar photoshoot she’d done of us.
I was so proud that sometimes it hurt.
“Speaking of which,” Rowen pulled out her phone and showed a picture of her living room. “I got a twenty-inch-by-twenty-inch canvas made of Uncle Derek and Maximillian. It’s hanging in my living room, right next to the one you took of him and Dax in the delivery room.”
Avery leaned forward, her face happy, as she studied the canvas hanging on Rowen’s wall.
I, of course, had recreated the photo with not just Rowen’s baby, but the twins as well. Even though they were older. It’d become a tradition. One that I’d also done with Sunny.
Our phones went off, indicating a SWAT call.
Dad laughed as he picked up another piece of his chicken.
“Y’all have fun with that,” he said as he watched Dax and I stand.
I rolled my eyes and dropped a kiss onto Avery’s head. “I’ll see you at home, baby. Love you.”
Avery turned her face up to get a kiss. “I love you, too. Be safe.”
Then Dax and I were out the door.
“There were too many kids in there anyway,” Dax lied.
I snorted. “Whatever.”
***
I woke my wife up, hours later, with a long, lazy kiss to her mouth.
Not long after, I was moving her to where I wanted her, and sliding my cock between her legs.
Seconds after that, I was entering her willing body, and looking into her sleepy eyes as I made love to her.
“I saw the pregnancy test,” I said.
Her eyes went soft. “I’m scared.”
I moved until I was pressed fully to her, mouth on hers.
“Don’t worry,” I said softly. “We’ll rock at this second child thing.”
She laughed, causing the muscles around her pussy to massage my hard cock.
I groaned and started to move, pushing forward slowly, lazily into her.
Before long, though, the wetness and the heat started to get to me, and I had no other choice but to lean back and start playing with her clit so that she could go before me.
“Hurry,” I urged.
She didn’t take long coming, and I followed her just as fast.
When we were both cleaned up, and she was lying against my chest long minutes later, she looked up at me and ran her fingers over my jaw.
“How was the call?” she asked.
She didn’t really want to know details. Mostly, she just wanted to know if everything went okay.
And, in the end, it had.
“It was okay,” I answered. “No one got hurt. Not even the guy being a dumbass.”
She snorted, then tucked her head into my neck and pressed a kiss to the side of my throat.
“Go to bed, Roberts,” she ordered. “Six in the morning comes mighty early to the sleep-deprived.”
I grinned and ran my hands along her back, making slow circles across her skin until she was sound asleep.
Only then did I follow behind.
What’s Next?
Crazy Heifer
2-25-2020
Chapter 1
Why does chocolate have to make you fat? Why can’t celery make you fat?
-Desi’s secret thoughts
Desidara
Divorces sucked.
What sucked even more was seeing your ex-husband out with the woman that he cheated on you with, but there it was. Or, more accurately, there he was.
Though he hadn’t seen me, thank God.
I looked down at my lap, hoping beyond hope that by not maintaining eye-contact, it would mean he wouldn’t stop… but I should’ve known better.
Mal Gerard and Marjorie Christmas were assholes.
If they could find a way to make my life harder than it needed to be, they’d do it.
Even worse, they’d embarrass the crap out of me if they could.
Meaning, when they walked up, they tortured me relentlessly.
“Well, hello there, Desi-Dough,” I heard my recently divorced from me ex-husband practically jeer.
Desi-Dough.
God, if there was a way to delete a word from the human language, it would be the word ‘dough.’
About a year and a half into our marriage, when I started putting on weight, Mal had started using creative and inventive words to remind me that I was no longer a size six.
Even worse, he shared those words with his now-girlfriend, who also became delighted each time she got to use the word and I’d flinch.
I slowly looked up, knowing what I’d find when I did.
Mal’s cruel gaze centered solely on me.
“Hi, Mal,” I said softly. “What can I help you with?”
His lips tipped up in a sneer. “You can help me by telling my father that you no longer need money.”
My brows rose.
“I can’t,” I said. “If I don’t have money from you, I can’t make the house payment, and you know that.”
A house payment that he’d forced me to acquire.
A house payment that, if I could, I’d give up in a heartbeat.
The only problem was that nobody in their right goddamn mind wanted to buy two thousand acres and a ten-thousand-square-foot house.
Hell, I wasn’t even sure why the hell I’d agreed to buy it, yet there I sat, in debt up to my eyeballs, with a snowball’s chance in hell to unload a house that I didn’t want nor need.