Page 62 of The Blessing

I take a seat at the kitchen table, feeling like a complete horndog while I check her out as she bends over to place all the tools down on the table. It’s not my fault that she’s wearing such a loose-fitting T-shirt that shows off her perfect tits every time she bends down. I try to focus my thoughts on something else—like my son sitting in my lap, looking up at me with a curious expression. I breathe a sigh of relief as soon as I get my shit under control and Ronnie joins me at the table with a large supply of napkins.

I place Grey in his highchair as I go to town on the top of the pumpkin—cutting into it until I get to the guts. As soon as I’m finished, I pull Grey from his highchair and place him safely on my lap. I look down at him and find that his eyes are wide as he takes in the scene. Ronnie’s already scooping all the shit out of her own pumpkin—obviously eager to carve the face. She’s so fucking cute like this: so carefree and beautiful as she spends time with my son and me. The fact that she’d take the time to do something like this as a family touches my heart more than she’ll ever know. It shows that she wants to do more than just date me—she wants to be a family and a major part of Grey’s life. I lean over to kiss her cheek and she blushes, taken completely off guard at the spontaneous gesture. She smiles at me and I give her a smile in return before turning my attention back to Grey.

“You ready to take the brains out of the pumpkin, little man?” I ask him as I bounce him on my lap, before lifting him up so he can get a better reach inside the small, round pumpkin in front of him.

He gives me an eager grin, but as soon as he reaches into the pumpkin his grin turns into a confused looking pout and a gag. Despite his gag reflex, he keeps going for it. He continues to reach into the pumpkin to grab some of its seeds. “I don’t know if he likes it,” I say with a laugh. Ronnie giggles at how cute his skeptical look is and bends down to give him a little kiss on the forehead. Grey continues to gag as he digs into the pumpkin. I try to gently pull his hand away as I say, “It’s okay, buddy. Daddy can do that for you.” He sneezes, shakes his head, and continues to bore inside the pumpkin with an eager smile on his little face. About twenty minutes later—and with Ronnie’s help—Grey’s pumpkin is cleaned out and he takes a moment to play with the mess on the tray while his gag reflex is going crazy.

“What do you want Daddy to carve, Grey? Want something scary?” I can’t remember the last time I carved a pumpkin. I think it must’ve been when I was in elementary school with Dean’s help. I was never skilled at these sorts of things—but not for lack of trying. I always tried, wanting to impress my mother, but she never seemed to care. I place Grey in his highchair and begin to carve.

“Dada!” he squeals, eagerly bouncing in his seat. Okay, “scary” it is.

Biting on my lower lip in concentration, I try my best to carve something remotely scary into the pumpkin. Or, just anything that looks remotely like a face. Grey laughs at my every move, and it doesn’t take long for Ronnie to join in. I stop cutting and give her a pout, as if to say, “Babe, why are you making fun of my effort?”I look at her pumpkin, which is carved perfectly with the face of a cat.

“I’m sorry, baby. You’re just so cute when you’re concentrating.”

“Thanks, babe,” I respond with a dramatic eye-roll, only causing her to giggle more which makes me smile. By the time I’m finished with my poorly carved pumpkin, Grey is messy and fast asleep in his highchair. I look over to Ronnie only to find she’s equally messy. I wouldn’t mind licking that crap off of her. “How about we go to my apartment? I’ll clean him up and put him to bed. And then you and I can take a shower together. You’re so dirty, baby.”

Ronnie flushes—obviously just as turned on as I am—and quickly nods. “I’ll clean up here and then meet you there in a few minutes?”

I answer her with a passionate kiss before pulling away, realizing I don’t want to wake my sleeping son. As much as I love him—I don’t need him to cock block me right now. Ronnie and I haven’t had a chance to fuck in what feels like weeks and I need her desperately. I slowly get up and walk over to my apartment. I wipe the sticky pumpkin shit off Grey, then get him ready for bed and safely in his crib.

As soon as I hear her knock on my door, my cock is standing at attention and very uncomfortable against the zipper of my jeans. I adjust myself and gently shut Grey’s door before jogging to let Ronnie in. I open the door to find her in nothing but that fuzzy robe she frequently wears around her apartment. She hasn’t cleaned up, so I suppose she’s allowing me to do the honor. I pull her inside, trying desperately to control myself so I don’t just maul her in the living room. I close my apartment door and instantly push her body against it, crushing my body against hers. My lips are on hers, then they descend to her neck… and then lower. She’s wiggling against me the entire time, making my cock even more painfully hard. In one swift motion, I lift her up and carry her to my bathroom, eager to get her naked and under the hot stream of water. As soon as I have us standing by the shower, I set her down on her feet. However, I can’t seem to take my hands off her—touching her still as I reach in and turn on the shower and crank it to the hottest setting.

I strip her out of her robe as soon as the water is ready and pull us under the stream without giving a shit about the fact that I’m still fully dressed. She giggles at me, but her giggles soon turn to moans as my lips wrap around one of her nipples. I can’t wait long enough to fully strip, so, instead, I unzip my pants and lift her up, pressing her against the shower wall. I’m inside her in one swift motion and rock her world until we both can barely stand. The water runs cold, and I give her an exhausted kiss before turning it off and pulling her out of the shower. I lost my clothes somewhere in the process of fucking her, but I honestly can’t string the events together in my head to effectively remember when it happened exactly. She yawns against my shoulder as I wrap her up in a towel before carrying her bridal-style to my bed.

“You want to sleep here tonight?”

She gives me a sleepy nod before cozying up to me in bed. I quickly leave the room to check on Grey, finding that he’s still fast asleep with a smile on his face. Now that I have a baby monitor, I’m not as hesitant to leave him to sleep in his own room. However, some nights, I’ll pull him into my room just to give myself some peace of mind. He’s just so little and so many things can happen to him while I’m not able to watch over him. I kiss my fingers and then place them on his forehead. He opens his eyes and gives me a sleepy smile before quickly settling back to sleep. Tomorrow is his first Halloween and I’ve vowed to make it a special day for him. Knowing that, I return to bed so I can try to get a good night’s rest.

The sound of Grey’s laughter wakes me up. I rub the sleep from my eyes and wipe my groggy face. I’ve never been a morning person, but my son certainly helps me to be less bitter when I wake-up. As soon as my sleepy haze lifts, I turn to find the source of the sound. He’s sitting on Ronnie’s stomach, loudly giggling as she makes various silly faces at him.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” Ronnie says, while still entertaining my son.

“What time is it?” I ask in a voice thick with sleep.

“It’s a little past nine,” she assures me before sitting up, holding Grey safely against her chest. He nuzzles her tits and smiles at me. Lucky little guy.

I wouldn’t mind if every morning were like this. Waking up to my beautiful girlfriend and perfect son. Holding her in my arms last night was incredible. I almost like holding her just as much as I like fucking her. There’s just something about that skin to skin contact that’s extremely comforting. It’s also nice to have someone else here to give Grey attention so early in the morning. I try my best with him, but I’m usually still half asleep by the time he’s fully awake.

“I thought I’d make Grey some breakfast while you get ready for the day.”

God, this girl is so thoughtful and fucking perfect. I smile at her and jump out of bed, eager to take my time getting ready. I didn’t exactly wash up in the shower last night, so while Ronnie handles breakfast for my son, I decide to take a nice long shower instead of my usual one which takes no longer than five minutes. I strip and duck under the stream of hot water, enjoying the way it feels against my skin. My cock rises, and before I can help myself, I quickly rub one out while imagining my girl on her knees with her pouty lips wrapped around me. As soon as I’m finished and fully clothed, I make my way to the kitchen, almost blushing as I think of facing my girl after masturbating to my fantasy of her. As soon as I walk into the kitchen and find her in her fuck-hot Halloween costume, I’m thankful that I did rub one out a few moments earlier. Otherwise, this interaction would’ve been incredibly embarrassing for me.

It’s obvious she’s seen the Star Wars collection by my DVD player. In a very short Princess Leia outfit, she looks like she just stepped out of one of my teenage wet dreams. Jesus, I’m hard again. I have to reign in my self-control to hold myself back from just whipping it out and stroking myself in the middle of the kitchen.

“Do you like it?” she quietly asks as blood rushes to her cheeks.

“Do I like it?” I snort at how absurd the question sounds coming from her beautiful lips. “Of course, I like it. You look so fucking hot, baby.” I close the distance between us and take her into my arms, kissing her blushing cheeks before rubbing my hard body against hers.

“Look at your son.”

When I see Grey, I can’t help but laugh. He looks so fucking adorable with his big green Yoda ears and a brown Jedi robe. I can’t believe my girl thought about this. It’s all so perfect. Just like her. “I can’t believe you dressed him up like Yoda.” I laugh as I look at him, as he giggles loudly in his high chair while playing with his green foam ears.

“I thought his daddy would like it,” she cutely responds.

God, I fucking love you! If I wasn’t so fucking nervous, I’d say the words aloud, but I want my first time telling her to be absolutely perfect. I’ve never said those words to a woman. It’s scary and the thought of expressing my feelings makes me feel so fucking vulnerable. I know once I finally say the words to her, they’ll flow off my lips after that at any given chance. I’ll probably never be able to shut up about how much I love her once the words are spoken. Hell, I guess I’ve got the rest of my life to express my feelings for her.

“What is it?” she coyly asks, making it obvious that I was staring at her for too long.