Our dates, like every other one we go on, consist of walks in the park. Right now, it’s the dead of winter. Still doesn’t stop the three of us from bundling up and going outside. Even if it’s only for a few minutes. This is what she wants to do. No matter if our son will remember it or not. She says we will. And we will. The memories we’re building together as a family will last a lifetime.
The one time the two of us did leave the state was to go see my land. We left Diesel with her mom for the day. I wanted her to see the beauty of it that I do. It was fucking phenomenal to witness her expression as she took in all the trees and the river that winds down the back side of the property.
And Christ, the look on her face when she saw me standing by the river with my shirt off and my hands tucked into the front of an old pair of cargo pants, thinking about the times I came out there with my grandfather. Fuck. If she hadn’t already been pregnant, she definitely would have been that afternoon.
“Get your hands out of your pants!” she screamed like she was dying. I choked on her phrase, stuck my hand down farther just to antagonize her more. By the time she had marched her sweet little ass up alongside me, I had my cock harder than the damn rocks sticking out of the river. She dropped to her knees, shoving my hands out of her way. She gripped and tugged my pants down until they lay pooled around my feet. Then she took me deep in her mouth in the middle of the day, sun blazing, her pitch-black hair shining from that hot sun. She had me kneeling down beside her in minutes, ripping her panties clean off of her, and fucking the hell out of her. Twice.
And the holiday season. I’ve never had a Christmas like the one we had, nor will I forget the look on her face when she opened up her gifts. I bought her every Detroit Tiger item I could find. She was pissed. Until she saw the only item in her stocking. Then I was forgiven. Even though I can’t see it right now, I know she has it on. Adorning her delicate neck. It’s not much, but to her, it was everything. Call me a romantic, because my ass actually stepped inside a jewelry store. I knew exactly what I wanted when I walked inside Tiffany’s. They had them. Two interlocking hearts. Until I met her, mine wasn’t even beating. Now, it thrives every damn day to get home to her.
Again. I love it. And Christ, I love her and the life we’re building.
We also do dinner with all of our friends. Anywhere we can take Diesel with us, we go. Being with her is the best thing that’s happened to me. Right now, though, I need to quit day- dreaming and wake her fucking ass up. I’ve got a lifetime with my family to make good memories.
“Deidre, get your ass up. You only have a few hours to get ready before you have to meet the girls.”
“Oh, shit.” This comes from her. She flings the covers off of her, those sexy legs fall to the side of the bed, and god, my dick gets hard again when she scrambles my way. Her belly as well as every part of her takes my breath away.
“You joining me?” she challenges me as she slides her finger up my dick. I’d be a damn fool to say no. I’ll join her all right. She may be late to her girl’s morning, but fuck it. What she wants, she gets.
Another round of sex later, where this time I held her up against the tiled shower wall and made mad, passionate love to her, I’m bathing Diesel while she’s frantically running around, making sure she hasn’t forgotten anything. At least she’s not swearing.
My mind drifts while I sit on the floor and watch my son play in the tub.
Why after a great morning do I think back to that night from hell? I have no idea. Maybe it’s because as I watch my kid play and talk to his toys in the water, I’m thankful to be sitting here watching him.
Junior is dead. His dad is dead. I couldn’t give a shit. They’re right where they both belong. All I received was a nod from John when he and Salvatore finally made it to the hospital sometime around the crack of dawn, and I knew it was all taken care of. For him to come out of retirement for me shows me the type of man he is when it comes to his family. We all may live the worst kind of sins. I’m a thief and he, well hell, I don’t even want my mind wandering to the shit I’m sure he has done. Not when I have the best of both worlds right here.
I do at times wonder what Alexis is up to these days. I told her the day after all this went down I would do my best to forgive her, but I will never forget. She took it to the extreme, thought that was an open invitation, that we could have a relationship. It’s never going to happen. Two days after her trying, she left. I haven’t heard from her since. I don’t plan on ever hearing from her again. I have everything I need right here. She may have helped save my family’s life that night by directing them all to where my land was. I’ve thanked her. I can’t give her more than that. She fucked me over when I needed her the most. When I couldn’t take care of myself. So no, she’s not welcome in our lives.