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Twenty minutes later, I’m grinning ear to ear, hearing Dani scream as the sound of her ass being spanked echoes through the big house, and after their big finale, we get the all-clear to exit the spare room.
As we walk down the hallway, I hear Mia stirring in her room, and without thinking, I turn on my heel and walk into the nursery, greeting her with a big smile. The precious little girl beams up at me, and I scoop her into my arms. “Did you have a good snooze?” I ask the cuddly little gem in my arms.
She lets out a nice big fart, and I take that as a big whopping yes. Taking her over to her changing table, I get her a fresh diaper before coming out to the kitchen where I find Tank shoving disinfectant into Miller’s chest, and demanding he gives the kitchen counter a good scrub, especially if we’re eating dinner here tonight.
Dani turns as she sees us joining them in the kitchen, and a relief-filled smile spreads over her face as she sees me holding her sweet baby. “Are you okay?” she questions. “Do you need me to take her?”
Tank looks at me with her question, but I ignore his curious gaze. “No,” I tell her, more content than I ever thought I could be. “I think I’m alright. I mean, it’s definitely pulling at the heartstrings, but I’m not turning into a sobbing mess on the floor.”
Dani comes over and wraps her arms around both me and Mia. “You have no idea how happy I am to hear you say that,” she murmurs in my ear.
“I know,” I tell her. “I’m sorry I’ve been such a stranger. It’s just been hard, especially with Mia.”
“It’s okay, you don’t need to explain,” she murmurs. “You handled it as best you could.”
My eyes start welling with tears, and I do what I can to try and blink them back. “Shit, Dani,” I scoff. “Laying it on thick. I didn’t handle it at all.”
“Well, no. You didn’t,” she agrees with a laugh, the sound making life seem just that little bit easier. “Now, what do you guys want for dinner?”
“We’re not eating here,” I inform her.
“What?” Tank asks with a groan. “You don’t really feel like going out?”
I turn to Tank with a grin. “Let me clarify,” I say. “Dani and I are going out for dinner while you two stay home and look after Mia.”
“Oh, really?” Dani says with excitement as Tank lets out another groan, remembering the heels in our bag.
“Hell yeah,” I grin. “And then we’re getting shit-faced and Tank is going to come pick us up at God knows what hour of the morning.”
“A girls’ night? Holy shit, you have no idea how desperate I am for one of our girls’ nights.”
“But—” Miller starts.
“No,” Dani says, turning on him. “I need this and so does Sophie. Don’t ruin this for us.”
Miller holds both hands up in surrender, always one to cave to his wife’s every need. “I was just going to remind you to pump first. I think we’re all out of breastmilk.”
“Oh,” she says with an embarrassed smirk. “I can do that.”
“So, it’s settled then,” Tank says. “Miller and I will be Mia’s bitches for the night while you two go out and enjoy yourselves.”
I walk into his arms and give him a big kiss. “And you’ll be happy to pick us up?”
“Always,” he murmurs against my lips as he takes Mia out of my arms and holds her close to his chest. “One condition though,” he says.
“And what’s that?” I ask with suspicion as I pull back to look at him clearly.
“You need to set up your phone first. I don’t want you out there with no way to contact you.”
“Fine,” I mutter with a heavy sigh. I wasn’t really planning on spending the time to do that right now, but it’s the least I can do to make sure Tank feels comfortable about all of this. I don’t blame him though, had the roles been reversed and he’d been hurt like I was, I’d be keeping tabs on him every minute of the day. “I’ll set it up while Dani milks herself.”
I make myself comfortable on the couch, setting up my new phone as Dani sits on the opposite side with some weird contraption attached to her tits. I watch with a strange fascination as the thing sucks her nipple in, drains her of milk, and fills up a bottle connected at the bottom.
“Can you stop looking at me like that?” she asks.
“I can’t help it,” I tell her honestly. “I don’t know whether to be impressed or disgusted.”
She rolls her eyes and carries on with her task, while I try my best to concentrate on mine.
Two hours later, we’re dressed and ready for our night. Though I have to say, having this stupid cast is really not doing wonders for my outfit. My husband reluctantly drops us off at a cocktail bar, reminding us to eat something before we hit the drinks, and we practically skip inside. We find ourselves a table and order the barman to keep the cocktails flowing.
