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We sit and watch our kids play, but when a significant odor reaches us, I pick Axel up, and with his car in his hand, we move upstairs. On the changing table I remove his diaper, but I struggle to open a new diaper package, and when I finally manage and restock the pile of diapers, a warm sensation hits my chest.
"Oh shit," I yell when my eyes travel to the source. Alisha’s bubbly laughter fills the air as Axel keeps spraying over my shirt and himself. A click of a camera makes me turn my head and find my wife snapping a picture.
"This one will go into Axel's one-year photobook."
She comes my way and helps me clean up our boy while Harley is sitting on the floor babbling with her friend. When I take his car from his hands to clean it, he copies the sound of an ear-piercing alarm.
"Axel, you’re getting it back when it’s clean."
But he doesn’t care and continues his world-shaking cries. The moment I place him on the ground and give him back the toy, the crying comes to a halt, and the last sniffle leaves his throat as he pushes the vehicle through the room. My hand rubs over the nape of my neck.
"Welcome home, honey," Alisha says, placing a kiss on my cheek. "Time for coffee."
"Meetme in the shower in fifteen minutes." My body goes on high alert the moment my wife whispers these words in my ear.
She leaves the living room, and I continue to talk with Samantha, who informs me about the new piano part she’s studying together with Ricardo, a teacher at Julliard. The man contacted me two months ago and asked me to meet with him. He came over, and we chatted for over an hour. I introduced him to Sam, who dazzled the man with her talent, but when he asked her if she was interested in going to Julliard, she explained she wasn’t comfortable going to New York and attending the prestigious school at this moment in time. He understood and offered to give her private lessons when he's in Boston, and she accepted. Honestly, I'm glad she's staying. I'm not ready for her to move away from me. She’s my Sam. The moment she goes to bed, I rush through the house, and when I enter the bedroom, I quickly remove my clothing before stopping on the threshold and watching water cascading down the silky, soaped-up skin of my gorgeous, wet wife. The sight of her hands gliding over her body could make a dead man rise. With a body ready for action, I step inside the humid area and place my palms on her hips.
"Let me."
Her lips curl, and as her sparkling emerald eyes meet mine, a grunt leaves my throat when her palm strokes my length from top to bottom.
"I need my bulldozer to come out to play."
My fingers dig into her flesh.
"Your wish is my command. Turn, Mrs. Walker."
She obeys, but after she places her hand on the tiles, she glances over her shoulder and says in a sassy tone, "What are you waiting for, or is the bulldozer not able to satisfy his woman's needs?"
With a massive smirk, I drive my length inside her sweet, warm paradise.
"Welcome home, baby," she says in a seductive tone.
I grin back and mumble against her ear, "There's no place like home."
