Page 51 of Deprived No More

“I know. I love you, Nick. Once I manage to control the way I’m feeling regarding Mark, it’ll be good for me. For us. That’s where my focus needs to be right now.”

As we lie together, I start to feel a sense of hope I haven’t in months. That things are looking brighter. I had no idea what the source of our angst really was. Hell, I’m not sure Kat knew. But now that she’s feeling optimistic, I’ll do anything to get us back on track.

“We’re going to have to get up soon. Do you want me to pick up the kids?”

Leaning back, she smiles up at me. Those big brown eyes are starting to look alive again. “Why don’t we both go? We could stop at the market with the ‘spinny chairs’ and let the kids get a milkshake.”

A wide smile takes over my face. This woman really is the best mother on the planet. How could I deny her anything? “And it’s not even their birthday. I think that’s a fantastic idea. They’ll all be thrilled,” I say, kissing her nose.

“Speaking of birthdays,” she says, rolling to lie on her back. Her tits on display at war with my need to be a supportive husband instead of a horndog. “What did you want for yours?”

I reach down to stroke my thickening erection. “Hmmm. I think I’d settle for birthday head.”

“What?” She giggles.

“I’m planning my party, remember. Maybe you could just wake me up with some birthday head?” I say, waggling my brows.

“Oh, for god’s sake. You kill me.”

“No?” I try to look sad, but I’m so fucking thrilled we’re finally at a better place. I can’t stop smiling.

“I think that could be arranged.” She laughs.

“Kat?”

“Yeah?”

“You know I love you, right?”

“Yes.” She breathes out, grinning with complete sincerity.

“I genuinely want to be here for you. Comfort you when you’re struggling. Just like you do for me.”

“I know,” she says, stroking my arm.

“Do you think I have time tocomfortyou before we have to leave to get the kids for ice cream?” I ask, reaching between her legs to stroke her.

She cocks her eyes in my direction, and I worry I’ve gone too far. But then she takes me by surprise as she climbs on top of me, positioning my now fully hard cock at her entrance before gliding all the way down.

“Jesus. So that’s a yes.”

We return home after an afternoon of surprises. I think the kids may have been more shocked to see me in the car than the fact we were taking them to get milkshakes before dinner. The entire time we sat on the ‘spinny chairs,’ as the kids call them, I kept looking over my crew and smiling. I need to take Sebastian’s advice. I need to find a way to make this easier for Kat. To give her the freedom to spend as much or as little time with the children as she needs without guilt. And for us to have a built-in system to have quality time together. Iamdamn lucky. I need to start acting like it.

The rest of the evening goes smoothly. Frozen pizza and salad before baths, books, and bed. Kat has it down to a science. I offer to help get the boys to bed before retreating to my study. I have a lot of work to do.

“Can you pick us up every day, Daddy?” Mason says, all curled up into my side. He’s wearing spider-man pajamas, his hair still damp. His brother flanks my other side with a similar rosy-cheeked appearance and iron man jammies. These two. They may be wild and full of energy, but they’re the cutest kids. How could anyone neglect these children?

“And get milkshakes?” Logan adds.

“Ah, that was all Mom’s idea,” I tell them. Don’t need them getting ideas that my arrival comes with treats, just like Grandpa. “I wanted to ask you two something, though. It will take a lot of work to coordinate getting you to games and practices, but the fall soccer season is starting. You two are old enough to play this year. I thought about offering to coach. Think you’d want to be on Dad’s soccer team?”

“Yes!” they both shout, arms flailing about in the air.

“That would be awesome,” Logan yells.

“What would be awesome?” Kat asks, poking her head in the door with her finger over her mouth, encouraging us to take our enthusiasm down a peg.

“Daddy’s going to coach soccer, and we get to play,” Mason announces.

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