“Dang, what are you feeding him?”
“Everything,” Jackson mutters. “Even though he’s in college, he raids their fridge like a wild boar.”
“Hater. You’re just mad because I beat you to the fridge first.” Jackson laughs because it’s true.
These two are always at the house when they can be, sitting at the table so Georgie can make them something to eat. Her cooking has been amazing and after twenty-five years I should be huge, but thankfully, we still fuck like bunnies and I get to work off my meals by pounding her pussy. Fuck, I’m getting hard just thinking about nailing her again. Shit, these kids would be less likely to come over if they knew how often I fucked their mother in the kitchen while she’s in the middle of preparing a meal.
“Come on, let’s get you home where you belong,” Jackson says, throwing his arm around his sister’s shoulder while Caleb takes her duffels. I lead my wife who can’t stop smiling even through her tears and pictures.
“Beautiful, come on. It’s time to take our family home.”
“Beautiful—is that the only adjective you know?”
“Woman, I’m about to bend your ass over and fuck you in our new chair if you keep it up. I feel like you’re asking for it.”
“We can’t. The kids are home.”
“And they’re all adults. I don’t know about their private lives, but I think your daughter has learned that Daddy doesn’t hide her dolls in his pants when Mommy comes into the room.”
“Nope. You always have something else for Mommy.”
“Exactly. So they can hang out for a bit while I take care of my very emotional wife, who clearly needs a nap. It’s been a hard day. You’ve retired, and our daughter has finally ended her dangerous career.” It’s my fault for telling her she could slay all the dragons she wanted. My princess wanted to do that and more. We have always been proud of her, but that doesn’t mean I wasn’t fucking scared out of my mind and that I didn’t want to tie her to the bed and not let her go, but it wasn’t my choice.
“So, Mom, Dad, we’re going to stop at the studio so I can see it first and then we’ll be home. Is that okay?”
“How long?” I ask.
My boys smirk, knowing damn well why I’m asking. “How long do you need to prepare dinner?” Jackson asks, winking.
“Be home by six,” I say.
“Fucking pimp,” Caleb says. “I hope I still got it in me when I’m that old.” He shakes his head and they walk out ahead of us, smiling and laughing.
I scoop up my wife and carry her out of the airport to our waiting vehicle. It’s time to try out our third bedroom chair.
We barely finish setting the table when the clock hits six and the kids pull up to the house. Thankfully, we ordered food, so we unpack all the Chinese food.
“We’re back,” Colby calls out.
“Get your clothes back on,” Jackson adds.
“Smartass, we’re dressed already. Get in here. Dinner’s ready.”
“Ah, see, I knew it would take a long time to get this cooked,” Caleb says, snatching an egg roll.
“It’s my favorite. I haven’t had this in so long. Did you get it from the spot on Sycamore?”
“Yes, we did.”
“Yes!”
“I was so tempted to have the guys stop there because I’m starving.”
“You should have said something.”
“She inhaled the whole bag of Doritos while she listened to the tracks.”
“Don’t be a prick.”
“You heard your sister. Something you need to learn—never remind a woman what she’s eating or you’ll be a dead man.”
“Even I know that, Jax,” Caleb says.
We all dig in and I watch my family eat, loving this life we have. My kids are great and happy, which is all we could hope for. Georgie takes my hand in the middle of dinner, and I bring it to my lips. We might have had a rocky start, but Georgie has given me a beautiful life.
THE END