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But last night Mark had slept soundly! No midnight screaming! I actually felt refreshed this morning, and had woken up before my alarm. Maybe we had turned a corner.
I cuddled with Rogan and enjoyed another blissful thirty minutes of sleep. When my alarm softly vibrated on the bedside table, I finally stretched and got out of bed. Mark was starting to wiggle in his crib.
Brady got up and kissed me on the back of the neck. “I’ll get the kids ready for school.”
Thanks, sweetie.” I turned to the crib. “How’s my little Marky doing?” I cooed while lifting the baby out.
He let out a babble of baby-speak, and my heart swelled. Even when hedidinterrupt our sleep, I loved the pudgy little man with all of my heart. He was the most important thing in my life, and it wasn’t even close.
I can’t remember how things were before him, I thought while nursing him. We were weaning him off breast milk and getting him used to baby food, and fortunately he was taking it well. Today I would give him half milk, and half mashed peas. We could probably move him entirely to baby food within another week or two.
His diaper was wet, so I changed him and carried him into the kitchen. Brady was eating cereal with the triplets, all of whom were still slack-eyed with sleep. Only Cora got up and gave me a hug.
“G’morning, Heather,” she said.
“Morning, dear,” I replied. Rogan wanted the kids to start calling memom, but I didn’t think they were ready for that. It was a big step, and they were still adjusting to having a baby brother around the house.
Fortunately, they were handling that changeverywell. Dustin and Micah adored Mark, and were constantly trying to help me take care of him. As I opened the jar of mushed peas for Mark, Dustin hastily wolfed down the rest of his cereal until his mouth was as full as a chipmunk. Somehow, he managed to chew and swallow it down.
“Can I feed Marky?” he asked. “Please?”
“Only if you’re careful not to make a mess,” I warned. The last time he had fed him, more food ended up on the floor than in the baby’s mouth.
Dustin flew around the side of the table and grabbed a spoon. “Ready to play airplane, Marky?”
The baby squealed happily.
Dustin took a spoonful of green mush from the jar. “Here comes the airplane! Brrrrr.”
Brady winked at me. “I’ll keep an eye on them if you want to get ready.”
I glanced at my watch. “You don’t mind? I’ll be quick—I just need to hop in the shower!”
Asher was already in the shower when I reached the master bedroom. Rather than use the spare bathroom down the hall, I stripped out of my pajamas and jumped in with him.
“Oh.” He grunted when he saw me. “Why, hello there. I didn’t think you would want to have fun this morning.”
“No fun—business only,” I said while tying my hair up so it wouldn’t get wet. “Excuse me. Let me get some water.”
I slid in front of him, letting my wet ass grind against him. Within seconds I could feel him hardening against my skin.
“Maybe a little fun?” he asked.
I pushed back against him harder. “Nope. Not even a little bit.”
Asher wrapped a hand around my waist and down between my legs. I sighed as he rubbed me in a circle, a finger curling up into my lips.
I reached behind me, took hold of his shaft, and guided him into my waiting lips. Both of us groaned softly, our voices echoing in the shower as we began to move and grind against each other, faster and faster.
Asher planted a hand between my shoulder blades and bent me over. I arched my back to take as much of him as possible, squeezing my inner muscles around him, milking him while he fucked me. Soon both of us were sucking in our breath, until finally Asher buried himself as deep as he could and exploded inside of me. I closed my eyes and savored the sensation of his thickness filling me, trembling and pulsing with every spurt.
I honestly meant for the shower to be all business. But hey, sometimes plans change.
Speaking of plans changing, I switched from oral birth control to an IUD. As much as I loved Mark, I wasn’t ready for another surprise. Especially not when I was just starting my career.
After showering and changing into some casual clothes, I helped Rogan get the kids ready for school. Their backpacks were neat and tidy and ready to go, but we still had to dress the triplets—because otherwise the boys would wear their favorite shirtseveryday—comb their hair, and make sure they brushed their teeth.
“You’re going to be late for the bus!” I said while herding them out the front door. I was carrying Mark in my arms. “I can see it down the street! Hurry!”
