Damon's Challenge(37)
“Dorothy, put that down.” Meredith came rushing into the room taking the rolling pin off her daughter. He looked at his sub covered in flour from the day’s baking. They were due to be at the town square in a matter of hours.
“Daddy makes funny noises,” Dorothy said. Their five-year-old, along with the twins, was the only of their children who was in full time school. The last five years had been such a rush that he couldn’t believe there were six children in the house. Dorothy came first, and within the next year the two twins, Dale and Markus were born. What he hadn’t known at the time was Meredith’s ability to bear twins. A year after that she’d given birth to their other daughter, Kate. Then three months ago she’d given birth to their other set of twins, a boy and a girl.
She was a baby making machine. So much so that he was wearing a rubber all the time they were together.
Meredith picked Dorothy up, swinging her in the air. “Stop being a little monster and go watch television or no chocolate for you later.”
He watched his daughter run out of the room, going toward the sitting room.
“She’s a menace,” he said, pulling his shapely wife into his arms. They were not married in the conventional sense, but Creek Valley viewed them as a married couple.
Andy walked through the door. He was childless.
“Where are the monsters?” Meredith asked.
“Watching cartoons. I swear, the television is evil but so worth it for a few seconds peace.”
They headed toward the kitchen where Meredith had placed a coffee and scone for each of them. In the last five years Meredith had shone brighter than any star he’d ever seen.
She was always happy and giggling whenever he was around.
Not only had Meredith flourished, but so had he and Andy. The bike he’d been working on was pushed to the back of his mind. Not once did he crave the open road. Even when the kids were screaming and being difficult, he didn’t think about it. There were many times he’d gone to look at the bike wondering if there were any parts he could sell on it. The ranch made enough money to keep them going, and they never wanted for anything.
The bike meant nothing to him.
“What’s the matter?” Andy asked, drawing him back into conversation.
“I was just thinking about my bike. Do you know of anyone who would want to buy it?” Damon asked.
“Dale and Markus will want a ride on it when they’re older. We’ll fix it up for them.”
Meredith placed the tray down with a clatter. The mince pies didn’t look so threatening compared to his woman.
“Hell, no. You’re not setting that bike up for a death trap with my kids. It’s not happening. Dale and Markus can learn to drive a truck. Hopefully by the time that comes they’ll have invented a truck that is safe and crash proof.”
Laughing, Damon pulled her into his arms. “I think that has earned you ten swats on the ass, baby.”
Their dominant and submissive lifestyle had remained part of them. Andy and Meredith each wore a collar while Damon owned the key, and everyone in town knew what they meant. His biggest challenge in life had been finding two people who loved each other as much as they loved him. Staring at Andy and Meredith, Damon knew he had succeeded.
The End