Julien
“Congratulations, Marilyn.”
“Congratulations, Mommy!” Jules says, calling from his seat. We left the other kids at home because he’s the only one who can sit still for more than an hour at a time. He’s six years old and our oldest. With two other little ones, I’m surprised my wife had time to go back to school and get a Special Education Teaching degree.
It all started when Marilyn volunteered to teach a baking class for kids at a local fair one year, and there was a kid there who had autism and it bothered her that the kid had struggled even though she’d been twice the age of the other kids. It broke her heart to pieces, and she ended up giving the girl most of her attention. My beautiful wife couldn’t let that go, having the day stick with her for weeks after the event. She decided there had to be something she could do.
She’s already a teaching assistant at a high school, and she’s opening her own program in our own building next to our new bakery. Jack and Petra have donated to the special bakery. He’s happy to finally give Marilyn the bakery he promised, even if it’s not the one he first had in mind.
“There you are, my darling wife. Congratulations are in order, and I believe we are due to celebrate.”
“Yes, we are. How about we take this boy home and check on our other little ones.”
“I’m sure they’re driving their aunt and uncle nuts.”
“I’m so glad Jack is watching them.”
“How are you feeling, ma marguerite?”
“I’m well. Why?”
“You look a little pale.”
“I’m fine.”
“Don’t lie to me, wife.”
“I truly am just fine. It’s just I think I…well…you’ve done it again.”
“Oh…” I raise my brows. We don’t bother using any protection because I want a dozen little bakers of my own, but her body determines when she is ready. The three boys have been spaced out, so it must mean that she’s about to give me another little one. “Are you telling me that I’m going to be a daddy again?”
“You’re always my daddy,” she whispers.
“Later, you’ll be saying that on your knees. We’re in a crowd of people and with your son, who is at the height of my waist,” I growl as my dick beats against my zipper.
“So spank me,” she says in my ear.
“Oh, I will,” I whisper. I take my son’s hand and lead him out of the masses.
“Daddy, please don’t spank Mommy. It’s her special day. She’s probably too excited to behave.”
“I’m only teasing Mommy, son.” I look over his head at her and fight back a smile.
We get back home after we drop off Jules with his uncle so I can do some private celebrating with Mommy. First, we check to see if Mommy is indeed giving me another little one. With a positive test and the all-clear sign that she’s feeling better, I send her to her knees to receive her punishment, reward, or whatever she calls it. All I know is that it’s fucking bliss to be married to this woman, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.