It was my birthday yesterday and we went to Belgium from monday evening to wednesday morning. in case you're not aware, you can drive to belgium from Amsterdam in two hours. But it was great. We swam, we ate at a kid friendly all you can eat restaurant. and I ate many dessert which hurt my tummy, but was worth it. My boyfriend got me lego roses and pandora earrings and a sweet card. and paid for the trip so I felt really spoiled. And my boys sang me happy birthday three times lol. actually they sang: lang zal ze leven. you can google it if you're curious what it sounds like. it's a bit cheerier than happy birthday. it basically means: long shall you live, long shall you live in glory. hip hip huray!
Ripley’s pov “Are you both comfortable?” I asked the girls after tucking them in. “This is the softest bed evew!” River screamed. I giggled, “I know, but I want you to be calm now or you won’t be able to fall asleep.” “Today was fun,” Rose said. “Cas is nice.” “I think so too,” I said, blushing at the thought of what we were going to do once the girls were asleep. But I knew rushing them to fall asleep would have the opposite effect. It always did. “Can you tell us about Daddy?" River asked. It was something I often did before bringing them to bed, almost like a bedtime story. “Daddy and I met in school, and we were friends. He made me laugh all the time because he was very silly. Daddy and I both loved TV shows a lot, and we would talk about them all night. And then we were very happy when we found out we were going to have two girls, and Daddy wanted to name you after his favorite show. Doctor Who.” “What is Doctor Who about?” River asked, and I knew she was stalling. “You a
Cas’pov Ripley was shy at first, unsure of what to do, so I placed my hands on her hips for support. But soon, she didn’t need any support. Fuck, she was like a goddess, her boobs bouncing with every move, her hands up in her hair, her hips grinding against me, taking what was hers. And when she came, she fell on top of me, her erect nipples pressing against my chest, and she let out the cutest yawn. “Are you tired, Ley?” Ripley giggled, “it was hard work!” As much as I wanted to do all the positions I could possibly imagine tonight, I knew I wouldn’t be able to last that long. The only reason I lasted this long inside her sweet, perfect pussy was because I jerked off while she was putting the kids to bed. Yeah, before you start, it worked, didn’t it? If I hadn’t jerked off, I’d be cumming in fucking no time. It’s been weeks without sex, and somehow having sex with someone you love is even better. Ripley might not have the experience I have in bed, but this is totally new to
Ripley’s pov I don’t know whether it was all the sex or the exhaustion from his hellish honeymoon, but Cas, who famously always wakes up before the crack of dawn, is now sleeping in like a little baby. Well, no. Not a baby. A very handsome, very capable, very very good in bed man. Damn. I have never, ever in my life had sex like that. And maybe that’s not saying much, since I’ve only had sex with Oliver, and that was just vanilla sex. Sex, where we both didn’t really know much and didn’t feel that comfortable experimenting. Or maybe it’s because Cas makes me feel sexy in a way that nobody else has. When he looks at me, it’s impossible to feel shy. There’s so much love and admiration in his eyes, and I know that even if I did do something weird, he’d just find it cute. My girls were both still sleeping too, but I couldn’t. So I put on the big fluffy robe and walked around the giant mansion, where Cas’ staff was already busy at work. He said that soon he’d have to let them go sinc
Cas’ pov “What are you doing?” Ley looked at me, slightly embarrassed. “What do you mean?” she asked. “You don’t have to tell the girls not to touch anything. I’ve told you, it’s fine.” Ripley shook her head, “everything is really fancy and expensive.” I know I’ve said I don’t feel at home at this house, but I did once I brought Ripley and her girls here. It finally felt like a real home, not just one of my houses. Mabe, that’s why I often stay at hotels, because I never felt the difference between being home or away. I’ve never felt the relief of being in your own space. That whole coming home thing is not something I’ve ever felt. Maybe my home is Ripley, which sounds fucking pathetic, and I am not going to say it out loud. But she doesn’t feel like she can move around freely here. She’s scared I’ll get pissed off if the girls make a mess or break something. Is it my fault? Is Ripley scared of me because of the way I treated her when I was her boss? Fuck. “Why don’t you
Ripley’s pov “Maybe we should talk about what happened today?” I suggested after I put the girls down. Today had been perfect, mostly, but there had been some tension, and I didn’t think it was healthy to let that stay there. I was raised to talk about your feelings and to share what’s bothering you so you can resolve it. Otherwise, it will start to fester, and what started as something small will become something big. “Couldn’t we just try that one position again?” Cas said, walking towards me, looking as sexy as ever. “We tried many positions tonight, so I am not sure which one you’re referring to…” I said. Maybe we could talk after sex, because it was becoming hard to focus on anything else than this beautiful man smirking at me like he was reading my dirty mind. “Or... have you ever had sex in a pool?” Cas suggested. “We have a really big house, mostly for ourselves. I’m willing to have sex in every room if it makes you feel more at home.” I sighed. I guess we did need to ta
Cas' pov “How are you even breathing down there?” Ripley asked, trying to pool me up from the water. “I’m not…” I clarified. Did she think I could breathe under water? Ripley giggled, “why would you swim down there to do um, that and then almost drown?” I smirked at my girl, “I’m not drowning, and you can say the words, Ley. I swam down to your pussy to lick and eat it out. And I can hold my breath for a minute or so. It’s fine. I just come up for air when I need it.” Ripley shook her head, “no. I don’t want your death on my conscience. I can already imagine the tabloids. “Cassius Hemming was found dead and naked in the pool. Drowned by his girlfriend’s genetalia.” “First of fucking all, you make it sound really gross. Call her your pussy or your vagina, even. Genetalia sounds weird. And I am not drowning, but I don't want you to stress out.” I picked Ripley’s naked body up from the pool and placed her on the side before pushing her legs apart. “Better?” She nodded, and I dove
Ripley’s pov “I don’t want to go.” Cas whined like a little child. How could I still find this man so incredibly sexy even when he used this annoying voice? It’s probably the muscles. And how sweet he has been these last few days! When I first met Cas, I could have never expected him to be this sweet. He’s like a gentle giant, a prickly pear, and, um, a walnut? Or an onion with many layers? Yeah, I’m done with the analogies. He’s just a tough-looking guy with the sweetest heart. “Did you hear me?” Cas pouted. “I hear you, you big baby. Now get your big boy pants on, because we can handle this. The sooner you get this over with, the sooner you can come home to us. And I mean, my home, because I am really behind with packing.” “I want you to take my big boy pants off so I can fuck you instead,” Cas replied, pulling me against him. I squealed and giggled, “I am not, or should I say, she is not ready for round whatever the number is. Give Ripley junior a chance to heal from all you
Cas’ pov As soon as I walked into the office, it was like I had regressed to my old self. My walls came up, and I knew I had to watch my fucking back. As much as I knew I had to talk to my dad, I was in no fucking mood to start my day like that, so I went into my office and checked on everything that I'd missed. My perfect assistant, Denina, was there to help me sift through everything that needed to be done. She also brought me my favorite coffee and asked me about the girls. I had shown her some pictures of the last few days and told her about our days. It felt really great to be able to talk about Ripley. I could be myself around Denina, well, mostly, because my door could open any minute, and that made it hard to fully relax. Most of the work had been handled, but a few things were still left to do, so I got to emailing the right people and checking other things. I won’t bore you with the details, because honestly, it’s really fucking tedious work most of the time. Working ha
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