I need to get on top of this, fast, or there are going to be a lot more questions being asked around here, some of which I’m not ready to answer.
I reach for my panties and pull them on over my toes, tugging them fast up my bare thighs and underneath my ass, then I find the tangled mess of my nightie and battle my way inside as I wobble out of bed onto unsteady knees.
For a moment I stand still, looking out over the valley and I grin to myself.
Something changed last night. I don’t know exactly what it was, aside from being fucked in the ass for the first time, but something feels different this morning.
We kissed. More than once. But that wasn’t it, that was just a part of it.
I don’t have time for this right now. I need to gently steer a little person’s mind away from something she definitely shouldn’t have seen.
I grab my dressing gown and bound down the stairs, two at a time until I reach the bottom, acting devastated as I see Harper at the breakfast table already, kicking her heels with pride as she giggles.
‘I win,’ she says. ‘You were really slow.’
I mope my way through theatrically as she giggles before springing to life and tickling her, making her squeal and scream with delight. I relent for a moment and let her breathe, leaning in close and whispering.
‘What would you like?’
‘Toast,’ she grins, every muscle in her body tense, and then I dive back in with my tickling fingers and she writhes and shrieks in my grasp.
Satisfied I leave her gasping and I head toward the fridge, throwing it open as I gather all of her favourite toast toppings, and then I realise that she’s really quiet and I turn around and look at her.
‘Are you and daddy going to get married?’ she asks, her head tilted to one side.
My eyes pop. In my panic, I drop the knife and it clatters to the floor. I scoop to collect it, but as I rise up I see Willow skipping in and grinning wildly.
‘Are you making toast?’ she says.
‘Mackenzie and daddy kissed,’ says Harper, turning to face her.
‘Finally,’ laughs Willow rolling her eyes as she sits down. ‘Can I have peanut butter?’
I blink and my mouth opens as Harper looks back at me. ‘I want peanut butter too.’
‘Sure,’ I say, freaking out. ‘Peanut butter. Why not?’
‘And jelly?’ says Harper cautiously.
‘Yep,’ I say, my entire body as stiff as a rod as I consider Willow’s casual reply.
She gasps. ‘Me too.’
‘Good morning, Miss Miller,’ says Mr Ledger brightly as he hops down the steps.
I spin around, my eyes wide as he bounds into the kitchen and kisses Willow on the head before ruffling Harper’s hair and opening the fridge door. Both girls just stare at him grinning before looking back at me, frozen and speechless.
As he turns around and gulps down a quart of milk he stops, the realisation that we’re all staring at him dawning slowly. He wipes his mouth and then frowns.
‘What?’ he says.
‘I saw you kissing Kenzie,’ says Harper conspiratorially.
His face drops as he looks to me for guidance, but at this point, I’ve got nothing and I shake my head softly from side to side.
‘What do you mean, Harps?’ he says.
‘This morning, in Kenzie’s bed, you were kissing.’