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“Because it’s pancake Sunday, and these pancakes aren’t going to make themselves.”
“Go, babe, I’ll just watch from down here.”
“You’re impossible.”
Emily is playing with the dogs in the great room. I can see her from my position in the kitchen, but she can’t see her father or what’s going on down below.
“You’re beautiful.” He answers with a sigh. Letting my skirt down with a smack on the outside of my thigh. I quit wearing panties years ago, Daddy’s orders. “That ass is going to be turned up and red tonight. You know why, too.”
“Yes, Daddy.” I whisper down at him.
“No skipping meals, baby. I told you, I like you just the way you are. The babies only made you more beautiful to me. You skip breakfast again, and it won’t just be a spanking.”
Emily is four and Magnus Jr. is three. Then there’s Lenny, who is just six months. We’re done now. The doctor said the complications with Lenny would make it dangerous for me to have any more babies, but we’re okay with that. We have three beautiful children and our life is full and chaotic, and more wonderful than I ever imagined.
We’ve managed to keep our own personal dynamic alive, too. I will always be Daddy’s girl, and although we tone it down when we’re with them, even in front of the kids we show our love that way. We are still who we are. I belong to him completely and he loves me unconditionally.
He’s a ripe pain in my butt sometimes, but I know that he really does know best and I trust him completely.
The rehab is running on its own now. With the kids and everything, I only manage to work there once a week at the shelter doing some group pet therapy with the patients, but that’s enough for me.
Even Dad is working a little. He’s slow, his rough life has caught up with him a bit, but he does what he can with some activities and talks at the center. He certainly knows what they are going through, and it gives him purpose. Magnus bought him a little house nearby, down the road from us, and he has a driver to take him wherever he wants.
Erik and Andrea got hitched a couple years ago. They ended up living in the city, which suits them, but we get together every Friday night for a family dinner. Cindy comes too. She hasn’t found her happily ever after yet, but she’s doing well. The wine business is now in six states and there’s no sign of the growth stopping any time soon.
“Baby’s crying.” Magnus has ears like an eagle. “I’ll go get the little monster. Get those tits out and ready. I’ll hand him off to you and finish up the pancakes.”
“Yes, Daddy. Whatever you say.”
“Darn right.”
With a smack on my ass and a kiss on my cheek he’s out of the kitchen and chirping something at Emily as she pulls on the dog’s ears and tumbles around with all her furry friends like a pig in mud.
Every day I still let Magnus know how much I want him. Because I do. I guess I never imagined what this kind of life could be like for us. Ours is a special kind of love, but I can’t imagine it any other way. I’m the luckiest girl I know.
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BABY
CHAPTER ONE
RYDER
I felt like I was going to puke. The way they treated my Chloe was nauseating. What a fucked up family, sitting there, slobbering all over themselves. If they thought that their little princess—Chloe’s older sister— was about to snag me like a little bitch and use me to turn them into some kind of second rate, trailer trash royalty they’d be wrong. If they only knew what they had coming, they’d be running as fast as they could for the tin can where they came from.
Don’t get me wrong; I grew up in that same trash heap down at the bottom of Eight Mile. Yeah, there was a movie about it. Don’t make a big deal about it, but that’s where I grew up, and that’s where Chloe and her family still live. Only, they don’t have any fucking idea what I know about their precious Theresa, a.k.a. Trixie. And it’s about to go viral.
“Why didn’t you wear a suit? This is a special night.” Trixie Whitehouse sat there like a smug cartoon queen with her strapless orange nightmare of a dress barely holding up the weight of her third round of silicone implants.
