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I still get recognized when we’re in the city, but during day-to-day life, things are… normal. I volunteer at the arts center, I work with my wife around the house, paint, and parent my daughter.
At the thought of our toddler at home, I reach out and stretch my hand over Daisy’s belly. She’s due any day now and taking her second pregnancy like a champ.
She’s also never looked more beautiful.
“Let’s go home,” I grunt in her ear, ignoring the gallery owner and curator moving around us, speaking animatedly about the pieces being displayed. I should probably be listening and offering my opinion, but eating my wife’s pussy and making her cum on my fingers is all I can think about.
Daisy’s lips twitch. “You have a one-track mind.”
I do, and she loves it.
“Little brat.” I squeeze her ass when the other occupants of the room aren’t looking. “If you think being pregnant is going to stop me from spanking your ass red, you’re very mistaken.”
My wife giggles reluctantly, leaning into my side. “We can’t.” She reminds me. “We’re having company tonight, remember?”
Shit. I do remember. Her father and his wife have been spending far more time in Philly than LA this past year, and Cash and Noa just bought a country home nearby. It’s been great for the kids but less great for me, getting every moment of my wife’s spare time.
“I’m so sorry. We must be going.” I tell the gallery owner, interrupting her halfway through an ass-kissing commentary of the nearest piece.
None of the pieces are actually for sale today. The show is merely to generate buzz for the upcoming auction, which my wife still isn’t aware of.
“When is the auction being scheduled?” Asks Daisy when we duck out of the gallery and into the blustery autumn day. Madeline is with Noa and Cash, we aren’t supposed to pick her up for hours, and my heart lifts at the prospect of stealing a bit of uninterrupted time with my wife.
“Actually, it already is,” I confess as we stop at our car. I pull open Daisy’s door for her, and she gives me a sweet sleep as I help her into her seat.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” She asks when I’ve shut my own door and started the car.
“I wanted it to be a surprise.”
She’s definitely confused but doesn’t say anything as I turn into traffic, heading toward our home. I’ve kept this to myself for a while, but it’s finally time to drop the bomb.
“So, we actually won’t be getting proceeds from that auction. It’s all going to be going to the Arts Center.”
Daisy’s sharp inhale makes me grin. “Oh, Penn. That’s so amazing. What a good idea!”
She could have asked me to do this years ago, and I would have without question, but money’s always been a sensitive topic with Daisy. She’s never been comfortable spendingour moneyunless it’s on our home or Madeline. Making an enormous donation, even to the organization that’s become her greatest passion, isn’t something she would ever do
“The funds will mean they’re able to open a second location.” I look over at her when we stop at a light, my chest filling with pride. Daisy is the most amazing mother and wife, but she still finds a way to give so much to our community. “They want you to run it, little brat.”
She chokes a laugh. “Me? I couldn’t. I mean, are they just asking because I’m your wife?”
I snort. “Daisy, you’ve done more for that place without spending a dime of my money than half the senior leadership. Of course, they want you.”
Daisy pressed her hands to her mouth, her eyes shining.
I would give away everything I paint for the rest of my life to make her look this happy every day.
“I love you so much.” She beams, reaching out to curl her fingers through mine.
Behind us, a car beeps and we both jump, laughing shakily as I begin driving again. “Am I allowed to spank madame director’s ass when we get home?” I grin.
“Uh.” Daisy squeaks. “It might have to wait.”
I look over automatically, my heart lurching when I see the dark liquid spreading over her inner thighs, soaking her pants.
Wordlessly, I take the next right turn, heading away from our home and toward the hospital.
“Hey, Penn?” Daisy asks shakily when we pull into the parking lot a few minutes later, already flushed from the pain of her first contraction. “I’m really, really happy I drank a whole bottle of wine and called you a few years ago.”
