Lucy comes running into the kitchen and hands me the phone. I make plans with Adam to get Lucy for the fair tomorrow and then let him go. Turning my attention back to Luke and Lucy, I see he already has her up on the counter showing her how to make the pizza.
“Do you two need any help?”
“Nah, we got it,” says Luke, helping Lucy choose ingredients from the bowls he has laid out. “You can set the table though, if you want.”
Once the table is set, I pull up a stool at the counter and watch the two of them work together. He really is good with her; a natural, really. You can tell by the way he talks and looks at her that he loves her so much already. I thought I would never have seen this day come true. My daughter is having the time of her life making Italian pizza with her father.
This is a good day, Aunt Judy, I think to myself. I wish she was here to see it.
I cross to the window and gaze outside. The sun is still shining brightly in the early evening sky. I can feel my aunt’s happiness for the three of us, letting me know we are exactly where we are supposed to be.
We sit down together at the table as a family, enjoying a great pizza dinner. After we have eaten our fill, I decide it is time to take Lucy home. Tomorrow will be another big day for her and I need to get her cleaned up and in bed so she can get a good night’s sleep.
Luke was not thrilled when I told him of the plans Adam has made with our daughter, but he reluctantly agreed, understanding how close the two of them are. Besides, I think we could use some time alone together. We decide that he will go to work first thing in the morning and stop over to the house to see Lucy before she goes to the fair.
Lucy and I gather all of our stuff and then Luke walks us out to the car, picking up Lucy and buckling her into the back seat.
“I love you, Lucy,” he says, leaning in and kissing her on the cheek.
“I love you too, Daddy,” she replies with heavy lidded eyes.
After shutting her car door, he opens mine and grabs my hand, bringing it up to his mouth and giving it a soft kiss.
“I love you, baby. Drive safe and call me when you get home.”
“I love you, too, and I will,” I promise as he helps me inside and shuts the door. Just as I pull out onto the main road, Lucy softly speaks up from the back seat.
“Mommy, I don’t want to leave Daddy at his house by himself anymore,” she says sleepily, then nods right back off.
I smile to myself. I don’t want to leave Daddy at his house by himself anymore, either.
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I strip Lucy from her clothes then put on her nightshirt, tucking her into bed with her dolphin. Leaving the bedroom door ajar, I go back downstairs to get myself a beer and lock up the house. I promised Luke I’d call and let him know we got home safely, so I grab my phone to call him and head back upstairs.
Shutting the bedroom door behind me, I pull my dress over my head and throw it into the hamper, then set my beer on the nightstand and climb into bed feeling completely exhausted from the events of the last few days. I prop myself up on the pillows and dial Luke’s number.
“Hey, baby,” he croons, picking up after the first ring. “You made it home okay?”
God, I love his sexy phone voice. “We did,” I reply, wishing I was still there with him.
“Good.”
“It’s been a long few days for all of us, so a good night’s sleep is exactly what we all need.”
I roll onto my back, throwing aside the blanket in hopes of cooling down my rapidly heating flesh. My mind may be saying we need sleep, but my body is saying something completely different.
“I agree,” says Luke to my chagrin. “Where are you now, Shayne? In bed?”
“I am.”
“What are you wearing?”
Hmm, this could be interesting.
“Your high school track shirt. Why?”
“Jesus Christ, my track shirt. My cock just instantly went hard thinking about how sexy you look in that shirt. Are you wearing any panties?”
My breathing starts to become erratic; I know where this is leading. I press myself further down into the bed, running my hands over my stomach.
“No,” I answer on barely a whisper.
There is a long pause, then Luke says, “Hold on a minute, baby.”
I hear a loud rustling noise. Is he taking off his shorts? My curiosity is left unsatisfied for now as he picks the phone back up.
“Touch yourself,” he commands. “I want you to pretend it’s me touching you. You can feel my hands caressing the inside of your thighs leading up to your tight, wet pussy as my lips are lightly kissing the back of your neck.”
I am breathing heavily now. Soft moans escape my mouth as I slowly make my way up my thigh to my aching core that so desperately needs to be touched.