Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 74315 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74315 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
She shrugged. “As long as you realize that turnabout is fair play.”
I nodded. “I never intended to keep that from you, it’s just that you rarely ever have a need for that since you had that handheld monitor. I never really thought to tell you what else it did. I only found it out myself a few months ago on accident.”
She shrugged and turned to rinse her mouth, filling a glass of water from the sink before she came back in the room.
Naked.
My cock started to harden, but the only thing I did was pull her into my side once she climbed into bed.
My Mercy was a hard worker.
She was dedicated to her job, both as an owner of a business, as well as being a mom.
She took Samuel everywhere she went, whether it be her office, or her jobsite. The guys in her employ loved him, and as long as it was safe, then I was all for not having to have my son in daycare.
Thump-thump.
“Your son’s awake,” she murmured into my side, sounding half asleep.
“Let him come. It’s alright,” I said just as tiredly.
There was just something about having Mercy in my arms that made me let go. Made me release all of the tension of the day, even if all I did the entire day was sit on my ass and do nothing.
The door to the room creaked open, and I heard the distinct sound of my son’s feet slapping against the hardwood floors before he was climbing up into our bed.
He didn’t bother announcing his presence with his voice, he only threw himself down on the bed between us, and squirmed until he was under the covers, exactly where he wanted to be.
We’d tried to discourage the act when he was around nine months old, but now, at a year and a few weeks, we’d yet to find a solution for it besides locking him in his room. Something neither of us wanted, so we let him do whatever he wanted.
Hopefully, just hopefully, in a few years, he’d start sleeping in his own bed. For now, though, I was happy. I liked having my family in my arms; the feeling was enough to make my heart full to bursting.
***
Valentine’s Day, one year later
I’m not sure what I thought would happen, me marrying her. One thing I could say for sure, though, was that I was in love with her now just as much as the day we married. There’s not one day I regret being married to her.
She’s a wonderful mother two children, a perfect, supportive wife, and a loving, caring woman.
I was amazed by her, daily.
“I can’t believe she got this event set up so quickly,” my mother said at my side. “It’s amazing.”
I couldn’t either.
Slinging my arm around her shoulders, I pulled her close to me and rested my cheek against the top of her head.
“I can’t either. She raised over fifty thousand dollars in a little over three weeks. Now every single person on the police department has a brand new bullet proof vest. She even got one for Downy’s K-9 unit, Mocha,” I told her. “Now she’s throwing a birthday party for Elton’s kid.”
I still couldn’t believe it.
She’d worked her ass off after another officer, a rookie named Elton Beret, had been shot in the line of duty.
Mercy had become somewhat of the ‘class mom’ of the police station.
She took care of us all, as well as our children.
Samuel was now two, and was a spitting image of me when I was his age.
Sierra Nevada Spurlock was the newest addition to our little family, and at two months old, she was the most perfect child in the world.
Of course, that was a matter of opinion, but I felt that way nonetheless.
“Oh, look! Seems your Samuel has found a woman to call his own,” my mother said, laughing happily at my side.
I turned to find Samuel in the sandbox, playing nicely, next to the birthday girl.
“You did really well, my boy. I’m very proud of you,” my mother said quietly, running her finger down the middle of my daughter’s nose.
I nodded.
“Thanks, mom.”
“Thanks for what?” Mercy asked as she sidled up to me, wrapping her arm around my chest and giving Sierra a kiss on the forehead.
“She’s proud of me for eating thirty two hotdogs at the carnival you set up for the PD,” I lied.
She narrowed her eyes at me.
“I don’t think it counts as ‘eating,’” she finger quoted. “If you throw it all up twenty minutes after you’re done.”
“Hey!” I said indignantly. “At least I went longer than Foster.”
“That’s ‘cause I ate forty hotdogs,” Foster tittered from across the room.
I discreetly flipped him off.
Not discreetly enough, however, since I received a smack on both shoulders from two of my favorite women.
The only other one that surpassed them both was the little girl currently shitting her pants in my arms.
“Here you go,” I said to my mom. “I have to go to the bathroom.”
I didn’t make it twenty feet before my mom started yelling at my back.
“Hey boy!” my mother ordered. “Come back here and change this baby!”
“Whoever smells it first, has to change it! You know the rules!” I yelled back.
Foster and Trance snorted once I reached the bar.
“Nice one,” Foster said.
“I try,” I agreed.
Sitting down, I reflected on how much my life had changed in a little over three years.
A wife. Two kids. A house. A stable job.
Fuck, but I’d become domesticated.
A wail pierced the air, and I looked over to see my little guy getting the smack down laid upon him.
He got free of her, finally, and came barreling at me like a ball of fire and energy. His little heart was broken, and as I caught him up into my arms, I felt complete.
Everything about this moment was right.
My brothers at my side, happy with a family of their own.
My parents in front of me, doting on my other child.
Then there was my Mercy Me. My everything. My heart, soul, and drive, staring at me.
I love you, I mouthed.
She winked. Back ‘atcha, big boy.