Luckiest Bastard(11)

Settling between her legs, I line myself up with her opening. I suppose the one up-side to the vasectomy is that we no longer have to worry about protection. Thank Christ the tests came back saying I have no swimmers left. Fuck I’ve missed seeing, touching and tasting her magnificent pussy. The tasting will have to come later. Right now I need to be inside her more than I need air.

As soon as the tip of my dick enters her, I throw my head back and groan. She feels amazing. I’ll never tire of this feeling. Never. Reaching up, she threads her fingers through my hair. I look down at her and smile. My eyes roll back in my head as I slide all the way in.

“Fuck I love you, Indiana. I’m so sorry for hurting you.” My eyes lock with hers as I brush her hair back off her forehead with my fingertips. A lump rises to my throat as I speak. “I promise I’ll never make a decision like that again without discussing it with you first.”

“You better believe you won’t,” she sneers, and the threat in her voice is apparent. She doesn’t have to worry about that. I’ve learnt my lesson. Fuck have I learnt my lesson. She pulls my face down towards her. “I love you too,” she says as her legs wrap around my waist. “Enough talking. I need you, Carter.”

I fucking need her too. I always will. We moan in unison when I pull back and push all the way in again. I’m home. Just where I belong.

Fucking home.





Chapter Seven





One year later …


Carter

Today I’m filled with mixed emotions. My little champ, Jaxson, is starting his first day of big school, and my baby girl, Eve, turns one. She has come along in leaps and bounds since the uncertainties she faced at birth. She’s Daddy’s little girl, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I adore her.

Jaxson seems excited to start school, and is up earlier than usual this morning. He insists that Indi dress him in his school uniform straight away. It makes me laugh. He looks so grown up, and I’m not sure how I feel about that. Indiana and I have both come to terms with the fact there’ll be no more kids for us, yet it’s moments like today that have me second-guessing my decision. But I have the perfect little family. I couldn’t ask for more than that.

When it’s time to leave, we pack the kids and LJ into the car. He’s part of the family too, so it wouldn’t be right not to bring him with us. He adores the kids. He has such a strong bond with them. He sleeps in his doggie bed on the floor of the boys’ bedroom, but I remember when we brought Eve home from the hospital, he spent the next few weeks lying next to her crib.

It worried me for some reason. Maybe because when Indi was sick he stuck to her like glue. It made me wonder if he could sense that something was wrong with Eve. I was relieved when he moved back into the boys’ room a few weeks later. I felt like I could breathe easy again. Thankfully, all those worries were for nothing. She’s healthy and happy, with no side effects from the troubles she faced at birth.

I have butterflies in my stomach when we arrive at the school. Jaxson seems okay, but I can’t help wondering how he’ll go when it’s time for us to leave. He’s such a sensitive kid. My parents and grandmother are here as well; it’s another milestone for the next generation of the Reynolds family, so they didn’t want to miss it. I love how my kids are surrounded by so much love.

When the teacher tells the children it’s time to go to the classroom, Jaxson moves along the line kissing us all goodbye. Eve is in my arms where she always seems to be. When he reaches us, he no longer looks so sure of himself.

I crouch down so he can kiss his sister. “Are you sure you’re okay, buddy?” I ask when his bottom lip starts to quiver. He doesn’t reply, but instead shakes his head. I knew it. I grab his small hand in mine, and walk with him towards the rest of the class. “We’ll be back to pick you up this afternoon,” I assure him when I’m standing next to his teacher. “We’re going to have a party when you get home, to celebrate Eve’s birthday and your first day of big school.”

When the teacher reaches for his hand, he latches onto my leg and the crying starts. “Don’t leave me, Daddy,” he begs. Fuck. I see some of the other parents turn and walk away from their children. I can’t do that. I just can’t. It would kill me to walk away from him when he’s so upset.

Jaxson’s teacher tries to pry him off my leg, but it only makes him hysterical. Jesus Christ. She kneels down in front of him, so they’re at eye level. “Would you like it if your father came and sat in the classroom for a while, Jaxson?” she offers in a sweet voice before making eye contact with me. I nod my head. I have a shitload of work to do this morning, but if it’s going to soothe him then I’m all for it.