And that's when Melody screams so loud that I'm up before I even know where she is. She's screaming for me."Daddy... daddy!!!" A blood-curdling scream of pain amounts to making me race over to the play area of the garden to see her on the floor, writhing in pain as she cradles her arm to her chest."Baby?" I ask her, dragging her body up and against my chest as she screams some more.She's inconsolable, and I presume it's mine or Beth's mother who reaches for the arm that she's cradling, and I allow it, knowing I'm in no state to really figure out what happened."It's okay," Cassidy takes me by surprise. "May I look?" She asks softly. Melody whimper but lets go of her arm, and I'm horrified to see it bent at an angle that it shouldn't be. And I panic, fuck, my breaths come out like I'm breathing through broken ribs. Yet Cassidy keeps calm as our eyes connect, and she begs me to calm myself with just one look."Oh! Oh dear, that must be so painful, Melody. I think we might to see a d
Sebastian This wasn't how I saw their first meeting going. But Cassidy had once again proved who she was and who she could be for us. Melody had to have a cast placed on her arm, and she cried out as they moved her arm straight to position her bones into the correct state. I couldn't do it; I couldn't bear my child's pain as I sat in panic mode, watching on as if through a pair of binoculars.But she soothingly spoke down to Melody, telling her stories of her farm, of her childhood."It's okay, Melody. I broke my arm once, too. I was riding a horse at my parent's farm, and he bucked, threw me so far ahead of him that I fell on my arm. They needed to cast it too, to mend my bones and make me better," she told Melody as she stroked her cheek, moving the hair that had dried onto her face with the snot from her nose from all the crying."Did they fix it all the way?" Melody whimpered as the lady started putting wet white plaster strips around her arm."They did; I had the cast for eight
"Your house is beautiful," she tells me as I stalk over to her at the railing on the landing once I close Melody's door softly.I grab for her, picking her up as if she weighed nothing, and I walk us down to my bedroom.Through all the stress and the unknown from this afternoon, I need a release and the one person who can give me that is right before me.She doesn't argue, so I throw her down on my bed, flipping her over on her belly as I grab frantically at my belt, button and zipper.I barely have my cock out of its confinements before I press my head inside her slit while holding her panties aside so they don't rub on my shaft, and I thrust so hard, so deep, Cassidy grunts below me.I use a hand to cup her neck, pulling her back against me as I remain standing at the end of the bed.I do this for one of two reasons-the first is that I need to dominate her to rid this horrid anguish inside me. Second, I need to keep her screams down to a bare minimum so as not to wake Melody. And s
SebastianMelody climbs into bed much earlier than usual, her face full of tears and her eyes bloodshot."What's wrong, baby?" I ask her as I read the bedside clock; it's three am."My arm hurts," she tells me. Sniffling to make a massive point that she's crying because of it.She's stood beside my side of the bed; her tatty bunny teddy bear in hand as she wipes her cheeks.I reach into my bedside table, taking out a bottle of ibuprofen and paracetamol that I keep for cases of needing them this late at night, and then I flick on the bedside light to draw the correct amount into the syringes.Melody gasps, looking over my shoulder to Cassidy as I sit up and pool the bedding around my waist. Which reveals Cassidy lying beside me. "I'm sorry I didn't ask if it was okay for her to stay," I admit, holding out the first syringe for Melody.She takes the medication quickly, climbing in the bed beside me and crawling over me to sit between Cassidy and me."Here, some more, baby."She takes t
Dressing in a pair of jeans and a tight white top.They were still talking and feeding the bunnies when I came out, so I decided to cook us all breakfast.Simple pancakes, bacon and fruit.And it's as if the smell of the breakfast summons the pair of them downstairs. They walk into the kitchen just as I'm assembling three plates of food; they're hand in hand, matching smiles on their faces."That smells so good," Cassidy tells me, walking to kiss my cheek as Melody helps herself up on her chair at the dinner table."Daddy makes the best pancakes," she admits."I can't wait to taste them," Cassidy grins.It seems they've become somewhat comfortable around one another since yesterday.I take the plates to the table with help from Cassidy, and then we sit and eat quietly, again reminding me of what's in my grasp. "I see Melody has shown you the bunny room," I point out when I'm finished with my food, sipping on my coffee now. Knowing full well that Melody's most prized possession is her
SebastianCassidy came to stay that Thursday with a small suitcase worth of clothes she decided to bring along. So I made space for her in the wardrobe and made dinner that night as she unpacked.Melody was so excited she wouldn't leave her side, playing with her blouses, skirts and high-heeled shoes as if this was something she had fantasised about on many occasions but hadn't had the opportunity to experience.I watch on with the largest smile I can muster up on my face.My daughter was happy... I was happy; Cassidy was most certainly happy. Her eyes were filled with a spark she had lacked in the months I had known her.Dinner that night was something.Melody ate as she always did, devouring the food I laid before her, but her eyes were crinkled with her smile, her cheeks so high that I was surprised she could see out of her eyes."This is lovely," Cassidy had told me, referring down to the beef bourguignon with cheesy mash and a glass of wine. "Where did you learn to cook?""My mot
CassidySebastian gave Melody a choice of whether she'd like to go to Tina's and Geoff's or whether she'd like to stay home with the pair of us.Surprisingly, she chose to go to Tina's, so that's where we are now, dropping Melody off before we go for lunch with Josh and Charlotte."Nana!" Melody beams as she runs inside the house before us. I'm holding onto Sebastian for dear life, my anxiety rife as I walk into their home.It shouldn't give me anxiety, but knowing this is Beth's parents' home and that I'm the outsider does give me butterflies.I don't want to replace her, and I never would, but knowing that at some point down the line, there could be an opportunity to be Melody's mother, in the sense that that's how she sees me, makes me want to befriend her grandparents and forge a good relationship.This is new territory for me, and despite them being nice to my face at Jordan's party, I don't want to presume they like me.I think they do, but I've been wrong before, so I could alw
I don't want to lie, but I find it hard to find the words to explain that I was checking Josh out, based on memory, and the worst fact is I'll be sitting across the table from him all afternoon."I can't help you if you don't tell me what triggered you, Cassy.""Triggered?""Your anxiety, you do that with your hands when you're anxious," he nods to our now entwined hands."Oh, I. I was... mentally checking out Josh," I admit whilst stumbling over my words."Oh, you find him hot, do you?" He asks, almost sighing in relief as if my admittance was something he craved."You're not upset?" I ask."No, no, quite the opposite, actually. I'm into sharing, Cassy. But I wouldn't trust anyone other than my best friend. I never shared Beth with anyone other than Josh either.""Right," I nodded, looking at the restaurant he's now parking in front of. Josh and Charlotte are already standing outside, and my eyes catch sight of them pretty quickly.Yet Sebastian doesn't make the move from the car des
I was taken aback, my mind racing with only dirty thoughts of what could potentially happen if only Cassidy said yes, but I remained stoic and unwavering in a neutral scowl."Of course, baby," I had agreed, standing to walk outside with her."How does it work?" She asked me as we stood at the bottom of the stairs."How does what work, baby?""Sharing?""You want to be shared?" I asked, shocked and very, very happy."I've been thinking about it for a while, and though it's out of my comfort zone, I've always wanted to participate...." Her words trailed off, and I first thought it might be because she's shy about admitting such things, but then I realised she didn't have the words to finish her sentence."Threesomes and foursomes?" I finished what I presumed she wanted to say."Yeah... those.""This needs more discussion, Cassy. There's a lot that comes from sharing, and we're romantically involved; we need to ensure our bond is watertight before we share; otherwise, it might well be ou
Sebastian I put to bed that Cassidy probably would never want to share, swing... have threesomes and foursomes. It was just something I felt she didn't want to experience, but that all changed one night when Josh and Charlotte were over for dinner.It was Saturday night, Melody was at Tina's, and I had decided to invite them over to ensure the budding friendship between Cassidy and Josh remained steadfast.I didn't need the sharing thing, but I did need my assistant/girlfriend and my best friend/business partner to get along.The thing is, they were good at saving face, the pair of them agreeing to disagree on the previous falling out, but I needed to ensure that we could all work alongside one another.I was going places within King Enterprises, which meant I needed Josh to take on some of my old roles so I could step up to the plate of my new roles. This also meant Josh and Cassidy would need to work alongside one another whilst I wasn't there, and it also meant Josh now had an of
I don't want to lie, but I find it hard to find the words to explain that I was checking Josh out, based on memory, and the worst fact is I'll be sitting across the table from him all afternoon."I can't help you if you don't tell me what triggered you, Cassy.""Triggered?""Your anxiety, you do that with your hands when you're anxious," he nods to our now entwined hands."Oh, I. I was... mentally checking out Josh," I admit whilst stumbling over my words."Oh, you find him hot, do you?" He asks, almost sighing in relief as if my admittance was something he craved."You're not upset?" I ask."No, no, quite the opposite, actually. I'm into sharing, Cassy. But I wouldn't trust anyone other than my best friend. I never shared Beth with anyone other than Josh either.""Right," I nodded, looking at the restaurant he's now parking in front of. Josh and Charlotte are already standing outside, and my eyes catch sight of them pretty quickly.Yet Sebastian doesn't make the move from the car des
CassidySebastian gave Melody a choice of whether she'd like to go to Tina's and Geoff's or whether she'd like to stay home with the pair of us.Surprisingly, she chose to go to Tina's, so that's where we are now, dropping Melody off before we go for lunch with Josh and Charlotte."Nana!" Melody beams as she runs inside the house before us. I'm holding onto Sebastian for dear life, my anxiety rife as I walk into their home.It shouldn't give me anxiety, but knowing this is Beth's parents' home and that I'm the outsider does give me butterflies.I don't want to replace her, and I never would, but knowing that at some point down the line, there could be an opportunity to be Melody's mother, in the sense that that's how she sees me, makes me want to befriend her grandparents and forge a good relationship.This is new territory for me, and despite them being nice to my face at Jordan's party, I don't want to presume they like me.I think they do, but I've been wrong before, so I could alw
SebastianCassidy came to stay that Thursday with a small suitcase worth of clothes she decided to bring along. So I made space for her in the wardrobe and made dinner that night as she unpacked.Melody was so excited she wouldn't leave her side, playing with her blouses, skirts and high-heeled shoes as if this was something she had fantasised about on many occasions but hadn't had the opportunity to experience.I watch on with the largest smile I can muster up on my face.My daughter was happy... I was happy; Cassidy was most certainly happy. Her eyes were filled with a spark she had lacked in the months I had known her.Dinner that night was something.Melody ate as she always did, devouring the food I laid before her, but her eyes were crinkled with her smile, her cheeks so high that I was surprised she could see out of her eyes."This is lovely," Cassidy had told me, referring down to the beef bourguignon with cheesy mash and a glass of wine. "Where did you learn to cook?""My mot
Dressing in a pair of jeans and a tight white top.They were still talking and feeding the bunnies when I came out, so I decided to cook us all breakfast.Simple pancakes, bacon and fruit.And it's as if the smell of the breakfast summons the pair of them downstairs. They walk into the kitchen just as I'm assembling three plates of food; they're hand in hand, matching smiles on their faces."That smells so good," Cassidy tells me, walking to kiss my cheek as Melody helps herself up on her chair at the dinner table."Daddy makes the best pancakes," she admits."I can't wait to taste them," Cassidy grins.It seems they've become somewhat comfortable around one another since yesterday.I take the plates to the table with help from Cassidy, and then we sit and eat quietly, again reminding me of what's in my grasp. "I see Melody has shown you the bunny room," I point out when I'm finished with my food, sipping on my coffee now. Knowing full well that Melody's most prized possession is her
SebastianMelody climbs into bed much earlier than usual, her face full of tears and her eyes bloodshot."What's wrong, baby?" I ask her as I read the bedside clock; it's three am."My arm hurts," she tells me. Sniffling to make a massive point that she's crying because of it.She's stood beside my side of the bed; her tatty bunny teddy bear in hand as she wipes her cheeks.I reach into my bedside table, taking out a bottle of ibuprofen and paracetamol that I keep for cases of needing them this late at night, and then I flick on the bedside light to draw the correct amount into the syringes.Melody gasps, looking over my shoulder to Cassidy as I sit up and pool the bedding around my waist. Which reveals Cassidy lying beside me. "I'm sorry I didn't ask if it was okay for her to stay," I admit, holding out the first syringe for Melody.She takes the medication quickly, climbing in the bed beside me and crawling over me to sit between Cassidy and me."Here, some more, baby."She takes t
"Your house is beautiful," she tells me as I stalk over to her at the railing on the landing once I close Melody's door softly.I grab for her, picking her up as if she weighed nothing, and I walk us down to my bedroom.Through all the stress and the unknown from this afternoon, I need a release and the one person who can give me that is right before me.She doesn't argue, so I throw her down on my bed, flipping her over on her belly as I grab frantically at my belt, button and zipper.I barely have my cock out of its confinements before I press my head inside her slit while holding her panties aside so they don't rub on my shaft, and I thrust so hard, so deep, Cassidy grunts below me.I use a hand to cup her neck, pulling her back against me as I remain standing at the end of the bed.I do this for one of two reasons-the first is that I need to dominate her to rid this horrid anguish inside me. Second, I need to keep her screams down to a bare minimum so as not to wake Melody. And s
Sebastian This wasn't how I saw their first meeting going. But Cassidy had once again proved who she was and who she could be for us. Melody had to have a cast placed on her arm, and she cried out as they moved her arm straight to position her bones into the correct state. I couldn't do it; I couldn't bear my child's pain as I sat in panic mode, watching on as if through a pair of binoculars.But she soothingly spoke down to Melody, telling her stories of her farm, of her childhood."It's okay, Melody. I broke my arm once, too. I was riding a horse at my parent's farm, and he bucked, threw me so far ahead of him that I fell on my arm. They needed to cast it too, to mend my bones and make me better," she told Melody as she stroked her cheek, moving the hair that had dried onto her face with the snot from her nose from all the crying."Did they fix it all the way?" Melody whimpered as the lady started putting wet white plaster strips around her arm."They did; I had the cast for eight