A bit shorter, but I am doing my best to keep writing despite two boys at home who are fighting about everything. who goes to the toilet first, who sits where, who watches what. They're annoying the crap out of each other and out of me. two more weeeks... pfffff
Cassius pov“Um, so, fuck it. Do you want to come over so the girls can play with Leon?” Kennedy’s voice asked me on the other end of the phone.I should have never answered the phone when I saw her name pop up on the caller ID. We were having a relaxing day, the girls were almost ready to take a nap, which meant afternoon sex for me and Ripley while they slept.The naps could last for an hour or sometimes only twenty minutes, but it made things exciting, not knowing how much time we had to spend. And a quicky is still sex.Before I could say no, Ley took the phone from my fucking hands. Sneaky girl.“We’d love to; the girls can nap on the way over.”And now we weren’t having our afternoon sexy time? Hell to the fucking no.But Ripley had said goodbye to Kennedy and handed me back the phone. “Stop pouting, Cas. I’ll make it up to you tonight.”“You better…” I teased my fiancé.She rolled her eyes, “or what?”“Oh, you’ll see…” I winked at her with my smirk that she loved to hate.Ley ig
Kennedy’s pov“I’m sorry,” I muttered.“What?” Ripley asked.“Don’t make me repeat it, please. You heard me.”Ripley giggled, “you’re sorry for what?”“I don’t fucking know. Everything? I was a bitch to you. I didn’t even want Cassius the way you want him. I never loved the man. It was a pride thing. And I don’t like people messing with my plans. And you messed with my plans a whole fu- shit, how does Cassius not curse around these kids?”Ripley shrugged, “he tries. It doesn’t always work. But you were saying?”“Yeah, you messed with my plans. Threw everything in the trash, actually. Kind of ruined everything we had planned, and even when I tried to fight back, somehow you still came out on top.”“Not every time. I was really miserable, and some of the things you did had a major effect on my and the girls’ lives.”I sighed, fuck… Why isn’t sorry enough? Why do I have to explain myself or whatever.“Look, I can go into a whole thing and explain my reasons. But we both know they were pre
Malachi’s pov“Do you believe in god?”Kennedy sighed. Our morning did not get off to a good start. I may or may not have assumed she had told Leon when I saw her holding him and crying.Thankfully I didn’t just yell out something stupid, but the damage was done anyway.The rest of the day had been awkward, and I still had not told Leon about his mother’s death.It surprised me that Kennedy stayed behind after our fight. She could have left. Leon wasn’t her responsibility, and she’s supposed to go to work. But she didn’t.Instead, she worked from home.Leon was now taking a nap, and Kennedy had just ordered lunch, so I thought it was a safe moment to talk to her. Guess I was wrong.“Why?”“I don’t know. Just... do you believe in God?" I asked again.“I’m a Republican; of course I believe in God." Kennedy replied stoically.I don't think that's how it works, but okay.."So you go to church, pray, and all that?"She rolled her eyes, “that’s too much. I just believe in God. And I donate t
Malachi’s povHow do I even start?I wish I could put this off. I wish I could just wait a bit, but we have to go to France so Leon can say goodbye if he wants to. I read everything I could online about young children and death, and they all suggest letting the kids have a choice.Both the funeral and her burial will take place there.I can’t let my own feelings get in the way. I am angry; I’m sad. I’m so many things, but none of them are important right now.Is that what it’s like to be a parent? Putting someone else first, always? I respect momma in a whole new way.Every time I asked about my dad, did she hurt as well? She never showed it.“Papa?” Leon said, looking at me with big eyes.He’s so beautiful. Such an amazing kid.I swallowed, trying to keep my voice from breaking.Things were awkward between me and Kennedy because we almost kissed. But she was still here, her hand on my shoulder, trying to keep me sane.She’s a good woman. A good mother. And I am lucky to have her here.
Kennedy’s povLong story short, I heard everything. Yeah, it’s an invasion of fucking privacy, blablabla. It’s my home! If I want to watch the security cameras for a bit, just to make sure everything is okay, then I can.I mean, it wasn’t like I was spying on them.Okay, I sort of was, but who cares?Malachi loves me. He said so twice now, so it’s like a fact at this point.And if he does get upset I eavesdropped, then he should also get angry at Leon, because that sneaky little man must have overheard my call with Cassius and Ripley.Yes. I talked to them. Of all people.But it wasn’t even about Malachi. They called me to see how everything was going after Juliette’s death and offered their sympathies. It was just a normal conversation until the fucker, Cassius, of course, started annoying me.He asked about the wedding and a bunch of other shit, that doesn’t seem really important right now. And then he started teasing me, like a fucking child.Ripley tried to stop him, well, sort of;
Malachi’s povShe smelled and tasted even better than I remembered. I loved seeing that bump above me as I ate her pussy out. I kept my promise; I made her cum every time she told me she loved me.By the end of it, she didn't seem shy about it any longer; all the awkwardness between us was gone.She loves me, and I love her. And I intend to show her in every way possible.Once her legs felt putty and she couldn't move, I carried her to her room.“This is going to be our room now.” I stated, and she smiled at me.“Can you go inside the closet and grab that little bag for me?” she asked.I did what my woman asked me to do, looking for a small bag. I suspected it was my ring but didn’t want to assume.Once I found the bag, I handed it to her, and she took out a little box."Malachi Ford, you're nothing like what I ever imagined my husband would be like, but exactly what I need. You’re a sweetheart; you love to dance and sing, and your fashion sense is growing on me.”I chuckled at her wor
Cassius pov“You’re so fucking beautiful.”“Language, dad.” Rose scolded me.I rolled my eyes, “you know what I mean. You are the perfect bride, Raven.”Seeing my youngest daughter get married reminded me of my own wedding. Ripley and I had wanted to do a quick wedding with just the three of us, not knowing at the time she was already pregnant with our middle child, Rayne.After we went to Malachi’s and Kennedy’s wedding, Ripley had wanted to get married in Europe too. But instead of France, she chose Greece.Even now, twenty plus years later, I can still remember how fucking gorgeous the country was. The white building, the blue ocean, my perfect bride in her summer dress.It was simple, but it suited us both. I didn’t need a big fucking wedding. I just needed my girls there. Rose and River wore matching dresses; they were so fucking cute. We had done the official part at home, at city hall. Ripley had asked two of the hotel staff to be our witnesses—two people who were now friends.T
Ripley’s pov To be clear, it wasn’t my choice to move here. I mean, of course, it’s a nice city. But that’s not why I moved to this city. A city I know nothing about, a city where I get lost all the damn time because every building looks the same to me. Maybe it’s because I’m bad at directions; I get out of a store, and I immediately forget if I came from the left side of the street or the right. Or maybe because I’m from a small town and I’m not used to skyscrapers and shopping malls everywhere. It’s a beautiful city, though, and it’s nice to be somewhere where nobody knows who you are or where you came from. But no, I didn’t come to this great and wonderful city for a specific dream or reason, other than the fact that it’s the farthest away I can legally move from my former parents in-law. “Ripley?” The kind lady across from me said. Her black hair was in a top knot, and she looked about forty, but I have always been bad at guessing someone’s age. “So, why did you move here?” O
Cassius pov“You’re so fucking beautiful.”“Language, dad.” Rose scolded me.I rolled my eyes, “you know what I mean. You are the perfect bride, Raven.”Seeing my youngest daughter get married reminded me of my own wedding. Ripley and I had wanted to do a quick wedding with just the three of us, not knowing at the time she was already pregnant with our middle child, Rayne.After we went to Malachi’s and Kennedy’s wedding, Ripley had wanted to get married in Europe too. But instead of France, she chose Greece.Even now, twenty plus years later, I can still remember how fucking gorgeous the country was. The white building, the blue ocean, my perfect bride in her summer dress.It was simple, but it suited us both. I didn’t need a big fucking wedding. I just needed my girls there. Rose and River wore matching dresses; they were so fucking cute. We had done the official part at home, at city hall. Ripley had asked two of the hotel staff to be our witnesses—two people who were now friends.T
Malachi’s povShe smelled and tasted even better than I remembered. I loved seeing that bump above me as I ate her pussy out. I kept my promise; I made her cum every time she told me she loved me.By the end of it, she didn't seem shy about it any longer; all the awkwardness between us was gone.She loves me, and I love her. And I intend to show her in every way possible.Once her legs felt putty and she couldn't move, I carried her to her room.“This is going to be our room now.” I stated, and she smiled at me.“Can you go inside the closet and grab that little bag for me?” she asked.I did what my woman asked me to do, looking for a small bag. I suspected it was my ring but didn’t want to assume.Once I found the bag, I handed it to her, and she took out a little box."Malachi Ford, you're nothing like what I ever imagined my husband would be like, but exactly what I need. You’re a sweetheart; you love to dance and sing, and your fashion sense is growing on me.”I chuckled at her wor
Kennedy’s povLong story short, I heard everything. Yeah, it’s an invasion of fucking privacy, blablabla. It’s my home! If I want to watch the security cameras for a bit, just to make sure everything is okay, then I can.I mean, it wasn’t like I was spying on them.Okay, I sort of was, but who cares?Malachi loves me. He said so twice now, so it’s like a fact at this point.And if he does get upset I eavesdropped, then he should also get angry at Leon, because that sneaky little man must have overheard my call with Cassius and Ripley.Yes. I talked to them. Of all people.But it wasn’t even about Malachi. They called me to see how everything was going after Juliette’s death and offered their sympathies. It was just a normal conversation until the fucker, Cassius, of course, started annoying me.He asked about the wedding and a bunch of other shit, that doesn’t seem really important right now. And then he started teasing me, like a fucking child.Ripley tried to stop him, well, sort of;
Malachi’s povHow do I even start?I wish I could put this off. I wish I could just wait a bit, but we have to go to France so Leon can say goodbye if he wants to. I read everything I could online about young children and death, and they all suggest letting the kids have a choice.Both the funeral and her burial will take place there.I can’t let my own feelings get in the way. I am angry; I’m sad. I’m so many things, but none of them are important right now.Is that what it’s like to be a parent? Putting someone else first, always? I respect momma in a whole new way.Every time I asked about my dad, did she hurt as well? She never showed it.“Papa?” Leon said, looking at me with big eyes.He’s so beautiful. Such an amazing kid.I swallowed, trying to keep my voice from breaking.Things were awkward between me and Kennedy because we almost kissed. But she was still here, her hand on my shoulder, trying to keep me sane.She’s a good woman. A good mother. And I am lucky to have her here.
Malachi’s pov“Do you believe in god?”Kennedy sighed. Our morning did not get off to a good start. I may or may not have assumed she had told Leon when I saw her holding him and crying.Thankfully I didn’t just yell out something stupid, but the damage was done anyway.The rest of the day had been awkward, and I still had not told Leon about his mother’s death.It surprised me that Kennedy stayed behind after our fight. She could have left. Leon wasn’t her responsibility, and she’s supposed to go to work. But she didn’t.Instead, she worked from home.Leon was now taking a nap, and Kennedy had just ordered lunch, so I thought it was a safe moment to talk to her. Guess I was wrong.“Why?”“I don’t know. Just... do you believe in God?" I asked again.“I’m a Republican; of course I believe in God." Kennedy replied stoically.I don't think that's how it works, but okay.."So you go to church, pray, and all that?"She rolled her eyes, “that’s too much. I just believe in God. And I donate t
Kennedy’s pov“I’m sorry,” I muttered.“What?” Ripley asked.“Don’t make me repeat it, please. You heard me.”Ripley giggled, “you’re sorry for what?”“I don’t fucking know. Everything? I was a bitch to you. I didn’t even want Cassius the way you want him. I never loved the man. It was a pride thing. And I don’t like people messing with my plans. And you messed with my plans a whole fu- shit, how does Cassius not curse around these kids?”Ripley shrugged, “he tries. It doesn’t always work. But you were saying?”“Yeah, you messed with my plans. Threw everything in the trash, actually. Kind of ruined everything we had planned, and even when I tried to fight back, somehow you still came out on top.”“Not every time. I was really miserable, and some of the things you did had a major effect on my and the girls’ lives.”I sighed, fuck… Why isn’t sorry enough? Why do I have to explain myself or whatever.“Look, I can go into a whole thing and explain my reasons. But we both know they were pre
Cassius pov“Um, so, fuck it. Do you want to come over so the girls can play with Leon?” Kennedy’s voice asked me on the other end of the phone.I should have never answered the phone when I saw her name pop up on the caller ID. We were having a relaxing day, the girls were almost ready to take a nap, which meant afternoon sex for me and Ripley while they slept.The naps could last for an hour or sometimes only twenty minutes, but it made things exciting, not knowing how much time we had to spend. And a quicky is still sex.Before I could say no, Ley took the phone from my fucking hands. Sneaky girl.“We’d love to; the girls can nap on the way over.”And now we weren’t having our afternoon sexy time? Hell to the fucking no.But Ripley had said goodbye to Kennedy and handed me back the phone. “Stop pouting, Cas. I’ll make it up to you tonight.”“You better…” I teased my fiancé.She rolled her eyes, “or what?”“Oh, you’ll see…” I winked at her with my smirk that she loved to hate.Ley ig
Malachi’s povShe looked damn good. I had imagined what Kennedy would look like when she was pregnant, but this was beyond my imagination.She looked beautiful and hot. The thought that this woman is carrying my baby is sexy as hell, but I can’t let her see it.Especially not after she disappeared for no good reason.We had talked for those two weeks. It wasn’t like she went no-contact. She just never mentioned she was out of the country.I was dealing with a lot myself, so when she said she didn’t have time for a date, I didn’t really care.Okay, that was a lie. I had grown to enjoy our dates. For someone who acts like she doesn’t care about anyone but herself, she is a very good listener. And she gives pretty good advice too, although a bit cold.But when you’re dealing with death, childcare, a wedding, and a bunch of other stuff, it’s nice to have someone who doesn’t get stressed out. She is calm, mostly because she buries everything. Which isn’t healthy at all. But that’s an issue
Kennedy“So you really don’t see anything wrong with what you did?” Malachi asked over the phone.How could I explain the need to leave for two weeks without giving much of an explanation.Should I just tell them the complete list of shit I am dealing with right now?First of fucking all, I am having a boy. Hooray! But no.Seriously…. My entire fucking life, I had known I would get a girl that would be just like me. It was already a thing to realize that I’d be having a mixed-race girl. Not because they’re not beautiful and pretty—I mean, they’re arguably more pretty—but because it means my daughter will not be a perfect copy.Yeah, now that I am saying it out loud. Or, thinking about it, I realize how crazy that sounds.So I will not be telling Malachi any of that.We found out that we’re having a boy, and his mother was there too. She’s a lovely lady, I guess. Very intimating, but I respect that in a woman. No bullshit attitude.She gave me some speech on how I should treat her son r