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“I’m sorry.” He kissed her neck. “I promise we’ll slow down after this.”
She shook her head. “I don’t want to.”
Groaning, he closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against hers. She cradled both sides of his face and raised his head.
“I want to have your baby, Joel.”
“You mean that?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Eesh, really?”
“Yes, Joel. Really.”
His orgasm tore from him, spilling hot out of his swollen tip in steady jerks. He came when he was at his deepest, and it was a miracle of nature he had anything left. Each time he found himself inside her, his balls sighed. They hadn’t worked this hard in a long time.
“Eesh, I promise I won’t make you regret trusting me with something so precious. I promise.”
“You’re a good father, Joel.” She kissed his forehead, nestling her lips between the damp strands of his hair. “I don’t regret building a family with you today, and I won’t in the future. You can trust me, okay? I love you, baby. I love you.”
* * *
The next morning, they checked in with the boys. More disgusting cuteness between them came in the form of her wearing the pajama top of the set, of which he wore the bottoms.
Ayesha sat on the bed while he rested his head on her lap, and it was funny the difference a day made, even in the intimacy of their positioning.
Theo greeted them this time, and he wasn’t smiling. Joel looked behind him to ensure he was still at Mo and Giorgio’s.
“Hey, buddy. You okay?”
Theo nodded.
“Baby, did something happen?” Ayesha asked. “You seem sad.”
Theo shook his head.
“Where’s Josiah?” they both asked.
Theo shrugged.
Joel got out of bed, grabbed his phone, and called Mo. When she picked up, she didn’t sound like herself either.
Something happened, and it was bad.
“I didn’t want to say anything until you got back,” she explained. “But when me and Giorgio took the boys with us to pick up brackets for the swing set, Theo had an accident in the parking lot, and it really embarrassed him.”
He headed to the living room and sat on the sofa arm. “Was he sleeping or awake?”
“Awake.”
“Mo, who’d he see?”
“Mr. Veeny.”
Joel glanced at the open bedroom door. It was the same Mr. Veeny he realized he still hadn’t told Ayesha about. She didn’t even know he’d found out the “veeny” from Theo’s dream was an actual person and that he’d gotten the information from the man she used to have casual sex with.
He’d essentially created his own clusterfuck.
