Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38855 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38855 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
“You’re mine aren’t you, little one?” I grit out, savoring how her body fits me perfectly.
“Yes. Always and only yours.” She answers, her body pushing back into my thrusts.
“Good girl. Fuck yourself onto me. Show me how much you love this cock.”
I raise my hands, interlacing my fingers and pressing them to the back of my head as my wife takes point and begins rocking her hips back and forth, circling them, then pushing back until my dick is buried as deep as her small body can take.
“I want a baby,” she whispers. “But even if it never happens, let’s never stop trying.” She wiggles her ass as she speaks and my balls tighten, watching her ripe ass move.
“Never, baby. I’ll never stop trying.”
Seconds later we’re moving with each other, our moans and grunts riding the breeze, and we cum hard together. Panting, we come down and I slip out of her as Ginger comes jogging out, looking up at us.
“I think she knows what we’re doing.” Astrid reaches down and scratches her head.
“Of course, she does.” We both look over as Titan, the black chihuahua I got her for a wedding present, comes running out as well, wagging his tail. “She let Titan knock her up.”
Astrid picks up Ginger and rubs her round belly. “Any day now. We are going to be doggie parents. Or grandparents.” She wrinkles her nose at me. “What are we? They’re the parents, so we are...”
“The ones that will pick up the shit and clean up the piss.”
Astrid smacks my shoulder. “You’re so crude. Goes to show you who’s in charge. We pick up after them, we feed them, bathe them...I guess pretty much, they’re the bosses, and we’re just the help.”
I grunt as Astrid sets Ginger back down and Titan runs over to her side, nuzzling against her. They make their way back inside and I pull Astrid into my chest, leaning down to take her sweet lips.
“I love you.” She smiles and it lights up my heart. “I’m glad I didn’t shoot you.”
A low chuckle catches in my throat. “That makes two of us.”
The love I feel for her still surprises me. I need her. She’s my other part, and I am better because we are together. I want to give her everything.
And I’m going to spend the rest of my life doing just that.
15
Astrid
TEN YEARS LATER
Mathias looks disheveled as he comes out the back door of his parents’ house in Palm Springs, carrying Decklan and Maribell on each hip toward where I’m sitting on the edge of the pool.
“They won’t sleep. I read to them, I laid down with them...”
Maribell is tugging on his beard with both her tiny hands, and Decklan is squirming and holding his arms out toward me.
“It’s fine.” Mathias’ dad puts his hands out. “Bring them here. Grandpa will take care of everything.”
“Dad.”
His dad steps to Mathias and Decklan jumps onto him, pointing toward the pool. “You want to go swim?”
Deck nods and claps as Maribell, who we call Maribelly most of the time, squeals in Mathias’ ear, and he squeezes his eyes shut. “Me swim too!” She screams, kicking at Mathias and pulling harder on his beard.
Our family is a mixing bowl of contrast. I’m covered in ten layers of sunblock to keep my near white skin from peeling off. My blonder than blonde hair against Mathias’s flannel and burly darkness is one thing. But each of our kids has their own unique look as well.
We’re our own version of a Brad and Angelina sort of family, when they were still a family that is. We all seem to march to our own drummer, and the looks we get when we are all out together remind us every day of how special each of our children are—and how lucky we all are to have found each other.
“In the pool you go.” I tease my husband, who looks so out of place here in the high desert with the cactuses and palm trees.
His mom, Lydia, has taken our other older three into town for some ice cream and pizza, leaving the two youngest—Deck is just two, and Maribelly three—here with us.
For their naps. Right.
Mathias takes Maribell into the pool house with his Dad, Deck following close behind, to change into their swimsuits and floaties.
I was never able to have children of our own, so after a couple years of trying, doctors and tears, we decided to become foster parents.
We’ve had ten children in our home so far, and now adopted five, and our hearts are so full. It’s been hard, sometimes nearly breaking us. But we know we have love to give, and there’s so many children that need what we have, the heartbreak has been worth it.
We still have four of Titan and Ginger’s puppies, although both Titan and Ginger have crossed the rainbow bridge. Booker and Beverly watch them when we travel. They have twin girls of their own that are going to be eight next month.