“How long until we need to pick Johnny up from school?” she asks, while moaning as she rubs herself against me.
“We have thirty minutes.”
“What are you waiting for, Mr. Sullivan?” Her sass comes out to play, as she takes my mouth again.
We spend the rest of our time alone, with my mouth between her legs, and her sucking my cock.
Working from home definitely has its advantages.
30
Candy
Dylan wasn’t playing around. He called the pastor and he got us in on Saturday. I found a simple cream dress that has a lace overlay and underneath is nude material. It flatters my figure, it’s long sleeved, and comes down to my knees. The shoes were easier, a simple pair of light blue heels, and it tied it all together. My engagement ring is my something old, shoes are something blue, something new is my dress, and something borrowed had me stumped until Johnny came into the guest room and asked me what I was doing.
“You can borrow my lucky penny, Mommy,” he offered.
“Are you sure? Where would I put it, so I don’t lose it?” I asked him.
“What if I hold onto it for you, that way you don’t have to worry about carrying it,” he says with a smile.
“I like your idea, thank you. I’m so lucky to have you.”
“Love you, Mommy,” he breathes out as he hugs me.
“I love you.”
That moment went down as one of my favorites. Well, really all the moments I get with Johnny seem to be my favorite, but him offering his lucky penny on a day that’s so important to me. It’s the best.
Dylan and I started the adoption paperwork. I took a day off of work and so did Dylan as we met with his attorney.
All that we had to do is wait until we signed our marriage certificate and then everything is done. It may be just a small piece of paper but it means everything to us.
We didn’t go on a honeymoon, more like a family-moon. It was completely different and was all Dylan’s idea.
It was just the three of us. we went to Disney World for two days. We could have stayed all week, but Johnny had school, I had the bakery, and Dylan had to finalize a few things at the office, that he couldn’t do electronically.
It was exhilarating, fun, and tiring all at once.
Johnny was all smiles, until it was time to board the plane and head back home. He didn’t want to leave. I completely understood. Who would ever want to leave such a magical place?
We redirected his attention, which wasn’t an easy task. I could see Dylan’s nerves were being wrung dry.
“Can I help him through this?” I questioned Dylan. I didn’t want to step on his toes. I know he was a single father for five years and is used to doing things on his own, but I can see he’s tired. Trying to sleep with a rambunctious five-year-old in your room, well, it’s not an easy task in the least.
“Babe, you don’t ever have to ask. He’s your son, too. I’ll go get us some coffee and him a water, maybe snacks, too,” he says, as he turns to the airport store.
I soothe Johnny as much as I can, knowing he’s over tired, his emotions are on overload, and his bear somehow got packed with our luggage, and not with our carry-on bags.
I pick him up, letting him settle into me, his legs are wrapped around me, and his head is on my shoulder.
I’m standing and slowly swaying back and forth, as I sing with a hushed tone to him, “You are my sunshine.”
“He’s out like a light, do you want me to hold him or to lay him down?” Dylan asks, as he comes up with his hands full of drinks and snacks.
“Nah, I’ll sit down with him. I had a feeling he was coming down off the high and needed a nap,” I whisper out.
“Thank you, Mrs. Sullivan. Thank you for being my wife, a mom to our boy, and being the most amazing person ever. I love you,” he tells me. My eyes start to water and I swear my emotions are on overload.
“I love you, Dylan Sullivan,” I blink through my watery eyes and smile at him.
We sit content in our little bubble of three while we wait for our flight to board.
Epilogue 1
Dylan
5 weeks later
Her taste was different, the way she came by just sucking on her nipples, the extra tiredness, and not to mention the smell of coffee now makes her sick.
It fucking sucks, that coffee makes her run to the bathroom. I know how much she enjoys not only the taste, but the smell.
“I’m going back to bed. I already texted Kelly, she says she’s got it covered,” Candy moans, as she stumbles away from me in the bathroom where I was holding her hair up and putting a cold compress on the back of her neck.