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She smiled slyly as she responded, “Ditto, stud.”
Bonus Epilogue
Another nine years later…
Rome/Caleb
I slowly woke to the feel of a sweetly rounded ass cradling my morning wood, and the feel of a soft tit cupped in my hand. After all this time, it was still my favorite way to start my day. I buried my face in the crook of her neck, breathing in the faint scent of cherry blossoms.
“Good morning, baby girl” I whispered as she snuggled into my arms with a soft sigh of contentment.
“Morning, stud.” Her voice husky with sleep.
I lazily thrust against her, groaning as my cock slid along the crease of her ass. “You feel so good,” I said as I did it again. Abby moaned and her hand covered mine as I squeezed her tit, rolling her nipple between my thumb and index finger, then tugging on it just the way she liked it.
I dipped my hand and placed a kiss on her shoulder. “Do you think we have time to – “
“Mom? Are you up yet? We’re gonna be late meeting Aunt Molly at the zoo.” I groaned again, due to frustration this time.
“We have plenty of time, Ev. Go downstairs and pour yourself a bowl of cereal. I’ll be right down.” Abby turned her head to grin at me over her shoulder. “I’ll have to give you a raincheck.”
I let go of her warm, soft body as she slid out of bed, straightening her nightshirt to cover her ass as she walked into the bathroom. I flopped onto my back and ran my hands over my face. Once Everly Rose had hit the terrible two’s, she’d quickly taken over her big brother’s job of being a professional cockblocker, and it was a position that she didn’t look to be giving up until she was grown and out of the house.
I reached for my cell phone to check the time, and rolled my eyes when I saw that it was barely seven o’clock. Ev was our early bird, while Abby and E still hated mornings just as much as they always had.
A little over an hour later, my wife and daughter left to meet up with Molly and her kids for a day at the zoo while Jag and I had Church.
Their boys were eight years old now, and I still didn’t think Molly had completely forgiven Jag for knocking her up with twins. James Caleb, my namesake, and Dylan Matthew, named for Molly’s brother, were little hellions at times – almost as bad as Jag and I had been. When Molly had gotten pregnant again two years later, she had literally prayed that it wouldn’t be another set of twins. Jag – and his balls – had gotten lucky, and it was only one baby that time.
Alyssa Frances, named after my grandma, was just as pretty as her mother. Sinner had gotten choked up when he’d heard the name and had taken to calling her AlyFrank. Jagger hadn’t been too sure of the nickname, but Molly had cried and said it was sweet, so he shut up about it.
I was putting the breakfast dishes into the dishwasher when Ethan stumbled down the stairs. I glanced over my shoulder, shaking my head slightly at the sight of my son, dressed only in a pair of basketball shorts. He had really filled out over the last year and was within a half-inch of being as tall as me. He’d checked. Repeatedly.
“Morning,” he grumbled, heading for the pantry to get the box of Lucky Charms. I finished loading the dishwasher as he poured his cereal and a glass of juice, then flopped down in a chair at the table to eat.
“I heard you come in a little after ten last night. I thought you and Madison were going to stay for the dance after the game.
“Nope.” He shoveled a spoonful of cereal into his mouth with one hand as he scrolled through his phone with the other. “She broke up with me,” he revealed sullenly.
I sighed, cursing the fact that Abby wasn’t here to help with this conversation. I dried my hands on a paper towel as I walked over to sit down next to him.
“You OK?” I asked. He and Madison had been dating for about three months. She was a sweet girl, and I knew that he’d really liked her.
“Yeah, I guess,” he answered. By the way his jaw clenched, and he avoided looking at me, I didn’t really believe that.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
He shrugged, then took another bite of cereal. I knew from past experience that if I waited long enough, he’d start talking. I was right.
“She caught me kissing Marissa in the parking lot after the game. She wouldn’t even listen to me when I tried to explain, she just…cried, and told me she was done with me.” He tossed his phone down on the table in frustration.
Oh fuck. I tipped my head back and stared at the ceiling, suddenly grateful that Abby wasn’t here after all.
“Ethan,” I began, and I guess he recognized by my tone that a lecture was coming because he interrupted me.
“Save it, Dad. I know what you’re gonna say. I fucked up.” Abby and I didn’t worry too much about language with him here at home. It would have been hypocritical of us, and Ethan was old enough to know that he needed to watch his mouth at school.
“Yeah, you did. Believe me though, you don’t have a damned clue what I’m gonna say.” I took a second to process the wave of shame that rolled through me. I had been trying to prepare for this day for over ten years, and now that it was here, I knew my son would never look at me in the same way again. I’d always been his hero, but I had a feeling that was about to change. It was a lesson that I had to teach him now though, if I wanted him to become a better man than I had been.
