Hi, it's been very hard to write while the boys are home. but today in rained the whole day, so we stayed home and I got some time to write.
Ripley’s pov “Let’s go see Daddy before we take Cas home.” I told the girls while we walked into the hospital. “Daddy Cas,” River corrected me. “Daddy Cas.” Does that make Oliver Daddy Oliver? “I don’t want to see him; he’s only sleeping.” Rose admitted in a soft voice. I nodded my head, trying to be sympathetic. “Does he scare you like that?” River shook her head, “It’s bowing mommy.” Boring. Her dad, who is sleeping, is boring. I almost laughed, but I tried to act mature. Since I’m an adult and all that. “Okay, then we won’t stay long. I just want to see if Yasmina is there and say goodbye.” I said. I felt sorry for her. Even though I didn’t know her well, I didn’t want to think about how I would react if Cas was the one seriously injured. He had gotten lucky. We could have lost Cas, and it scared me to think about the what-if’s. Especially since the threat wasn’t gone. Cas might not mention it in his updates, but I had seen the same cars drive past our house and the same
Cas’ pov “Are you sure?” Ripley asked at night. We had celebrated my coming home with cake, and they had decorated the house. River and Rose had painted a big banner with Leticia and Ripley. They had hung flags, and they were so fucking proud of their work. It was adorable. Coming home to that house made me instantly relax. I had never really had that feeling of coming home that people get. None of my houses really felt like home; they were just places I lived in for a while. But they didn’t feel more like mine than a hotel room. But here, I felt comfortable. I felt like I belonged. It was more the people than the place, but the house had grown on me. It was so much smaller than what I was used to, but that made the place more cozy. And I liked that you didn’t have to go far to see each other. Ripley literally got lost in my house. Multiple times. But now the girls were in bed, and it was just Ripley and me. “Sure about what?” I replied. Ripley had the tendency of having an ent
Ripley’s povGod, had I missed Cas. I had missed this feeling.I let go of everything, only focusing on his mouth, which was masterfully licking and sucking on my core.Soon I felt my orgasm start to build; my body tensed and then began to tremble as I came undone. But the strangest thing happened when I did. It wasn’t like a dam broke, and as soon as the euphoric feeling of my orgasm passed, tears started to flow, and I began to sob uncontrollably.Cas immediately pulled me off him and hugged me close. I tried to scold for using his arms and stomach to lift me off him, but I couldn’t talk. All I could do was cry.“Fuck, Ley. Tell me, what did I do wrong?” Cas asked, concerned, and I shook my head as I sobbed against his chest.This was what Oprah called ugly crying. There was snot, tears, damn hiccups, and whimpers. I had not cried like this in a very long time.Cas held me, touching my back with his large hand up and down, while he gave me kisses on top of my head. When I finally cal
Cas’ pov“And now, breaking news.” The news anchor said.It had been a struggle to watch the news, because Ripley said that wasn’t relaxing. She had dragged our matrass to the living room, got a bunch of pillows from god knows where, and placed them everywhere.How many pillows does this woman have? It’s fucking insane, but it’s also cute as fuck. She made a nest or something out of the bed. Pillows everywhere, and she tucked me in with a very soft and fluffy blanket. She tucked me in! Like I was a fucking child, yet I loved it.Then, she made me breakfast in bed, and when I complained about the crumbs in our bed, she said she’d change the sheets before we’d go to bed at night. River and Rose joined me in bed for a bit before they got dressed and started to play.I couldn’t get dressed, though. Ripley had been fucking strict about me staying in my pajamas. I don’t even own pajamas. So it was basically sweatpants and a shirt, but fine. It was more comfortable than the rest of my clothes
Ripley’s povHow horny can one person be? I mean, I get it; he’s been in the hospital, and now I’m telling him he has to wait, but damn... It's like he has sex on his brain all the time!Even after the news segment that shocked me to the core. Okay, maybe not that much, but it was a big surprise. But even after the news that Kennedy has helped imprison her father and we’re almost out of this mess, he still can only think about sex.It’s going to be intense when he is fully healed, though. I’m almost scared of what he has planned, but excited at the same time.Not as excited as he is, though... That’s on another level entirely.I had gone to the kitchen to calm my thoughts and prepare lunch for my little monster and my big, sex obsessed monster when I heard Cas’ phone ring again.His dad would not let this go. And it was fully understandable that he would be pissed. He was blindsided by this news. I mean, we were blindsided, but at least we knew there was a possibility that Kennedy woul
Cas’ povWhile I had enjoyed having Ripley as my nurse and River and Rose as my helpers, doing absolutely nothing still feels very foreign to me.Not working isn’t that bad. It’s the sitting around all day in a spot that’s getting to me. I need to work out, I need to run. Or something. I need a goddamn drive around town.Go to the beach. Anything that’s not sitting at home watching another fucking movie.It’s just not me. I am not built for this shit.Or maybe it’s that I know that as soon as I am healthy and cleared for work, there’s a shitload of stuff to do. I can’t just sign over the company, there needs to be a transition period. Not just for Kennedy, but for the staff as well.Not to mention I need to go to court and get this divorce finalized, but even all the money in the world can’t speed up the judicial system, it seems.Not that I have all the money in the world. I’m living off my girlfriend right now, and I fucking love it.Things that seemed so normal to me are really spec
Ripley’s povIt felt strange not having Cas home. It felt even stranger knowing that soon he’d finally be free of his job and his family.One thing that didn’t feel strange but actually felt deliciously familiar was the number of times Cas had proven to me that he was back to his old self.While I doubted he was all the way back to his old self, if the doctor gave him permission to work and train, he could also have sex with me.Cas had planned a whole weekend with me, hiring Leticia to stay with the girls during the day and night. But that didn’t mean he had the patience to wait until then.As soon as the doctor’s visit was over, Cas’ hands were all over me. If I had not stopped him, he would have had sex with me in the hospital toilet.While I like the idea of having sex in strange places, a public toilet wasn’t one of them.Thankfully, the girls were tired and slept early, because as soon as I came out of their room, Cas had been standing there, butt naked, sporting a very hard Cas
Cas’ povI could tell you about the boring meetings I’ve had to attend. Boring doesn’t even cut it; it's soul-crushing, frustrating, and fucking irritating to meet with people I don’t like. Not like is another understatement. I fucking loathe most of them.Arrogant bastards that are against any kind of change.And my dad is the worst one.I could tell you about how, when Kennedy arrived, she charmed everyone’s socks off. Not that it made one bit of difference, they all still thought she’d be crap as CEO.Thankfully, me and the other smartest people in the company came up with a plan. I had asked Kennedy if she just wanted to be the face of the company or if she actually wanted to contribute and do the whole nine-to-five thing. And she chose the second option, to my surprise.I could tell you how we decide together which courses at business schools he should attend. Which workshops and which training on the job were necessary for her to be successful at my job.I could even tell you how
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