After finishing up my college degree I decided to become a homemaker. Some people asked me if I was letting my degree ‘go to waste.’ Not at all, because I used what I learned to raise the best children I possibly could.
As I finish off the last of my dessert the kids head outside to the restaurant’s playground, jumping in one of those plexiglass containers with all the plastic balls.
“Quite a day for the family,” Soren says, wrapping an arm around me.
“You can say that again,” I add, leaning back in my seat, tempted to unbutton my pants. I ate so darn much.
“You know…wouldn’t it be cool to get to experience something like that again in another eighteen years?” he whispers in my ear.
“We won’t have to wait that long. Our next son is only seven years away.”
“I know, but what about another one?” he growls into my ear.
“Oh my God. You really can’t get enough can you?”
“Never.”
“I just ate half the restaurant. I’m bloated, I’ve got the baby weight from five kids still to lose. I’m a wreck. I really need to—”
He brings a finger to my lips, silencing me. “What you really need to do is stop talking nonsense and come with me to the bathroom.”
“You can’t be serious.”
Oh, but he is. Standing, he takes my hand and lifts me out of the seat even though I let my body go boneless. Once I’m upright he moves quickly, giving me no chance to loiter or drag my feet.
Seconds later we’re in the bathroom, quickly ducking into the last one, which is conveniently unisex.
“Is this why you picked this restaurant? Because of their bathrooms?”
“Can’t say I didn’t run a little recon.”
“What don’t you run recon on?” I ask, as he lifts up my dress and pulls my panties down, spinning my body around and pressing me into the wall.
“I’m about to run a little recon on the sexiest body in the whole wide world.”
This time I don’t fight it. I just keep my mouth shut as he runs his hands over me until I can’t keep my mouth shut any longer. Gasping as he slides his thickness into me, he pushes his hips forward and up so hard I come up on my tiptoes and then am literally airborne for a fraction of a second before making contact again.
“Soren!” I gasp, calling out his name.
“You know what happens when you say my name in moments like this,” he growls, almost angrily. I know why. He wants this to last and I do too, so I don’t repeat it as it makes him fire off quickly, even after nearly two decades together.
I can’t say my body doesn’t function the same way. There’s just something about him growling my name during sex that sets me off. There’s only one word, one title, that’s better.
Mommy.
And that’s what he’s given me. Nothing melts my heart like my children calling me that two-syllable word. These days it’s more ‘mom’ than ‘mommy’ but either one will do. Just to know that I have the perfect family, thanks to my dad’s best friend…the Navy SEAL.
“I love you, my wife,” he says from deep within his chest, the vibrations against my back as he takes me from behind like two randy teenagers in a restaurant bathroom.
“I love you…Soren!”
He finishes inside me unprotected. Maybe he will get that wish in eighteen more years after all. Eighteen more years of having another baby call me mom. How can a woman resist?