Page 101 of Pieces of Us
Melonie
Five years later
“Millie, let your brother have the ball!” Linc yells across the yard at a running Millie, who stops in her tracks, her pigtails whipping around her little head as she frowns.
“He had his turn.” She pouts, sticking out her bottom lip. She’s pulling out the big guns.
Linc picks up Asher, whose face is red with tears. “And now you’ve had your time, you need to share.”
“Fine.” She reluctantly hands the ball to Linc as he sets Asher down and hands him the soccer ball. Millie understands soccer and using her feet, but Asher is three and doesn’t understand the concept of the game yet. He prefers to carry it.
Linc comes up the steps of our patio, shaking his head. “I need to get Asher a football.”
I laugh. “Or just a second soccer ball. Can you take Gary so I can bring the food out?” We named Gary after Linc’s dad; needless to say, he cried when we introduced him to his newest grandson.
I hand over our one-year-old and head inside to grab the sandwiches and fruit for lunch. We eat on the patio a lot during the summer. With three children five and under, it’s easier to keep the mess outside.
Linc sets Gary in his highchair and calls for Millie and Asher to wash their hands. Millie takes her brother’s little hand in hers and helps him inside. She was so excited to become a big sister, and while she has her moments, for the most part, she’s sweet and caring with him. Linc follows them into the house to supervise, and I arrange Gary’s lunch. We have it down to a science now.
We sit and eat in the warm April sun, and I’m consumed with the gratitude I feel for the life that Linc and I have built together. We moved to the suburbs when I got pregnant with Asher. Linc wanted a backyard to play with the kids in, and I was sick of elevators and the noise of the city.
Our home is pure chaos from the hours of six a.m. to seven p.m. But it’s the most wonderful chaos I could imagine. There’s laughter, tears, princess movies and cartoons, and so much love.
Once we found out I was pregnant with Gary, we looked at our finances, and with the outrageous cost of childcare, one of ourincomes would be nearly consumed to have all three in daycare, or one of us could quit our job and stay home with the kids.
I took a promotion, and Linc quit his position with the Bruins and got a vasectomy.
He loves staying home with the kids, and he’s an amazing father. Millie has always been a daddy’s girl, and the boys look at him like he hung the moon. He’s fair and consistent, but can kiss away a boo-boo like no one else. Just like his own parents, he openly shows affection and confirms their emotions. As Millie has grown older, I watch the way he talks her through her emotions and makes her feel seen. I know how lucky I am to come home to a clean house and dinner ready most days. There have been days when I have come home and it’s clear that the kids have won the war, but that’s where I step in and let Linc rest.
I think that’s why we work so well together. We lean on one another. We aren’t afraid to ask for help. We happily give two-hundred percent when the other has nothing left to give. We’re a team.
After a lazy Sunday, we finally get Millie to turn off her light and Linc and I go to bed. When we were looking at houses, his concern was the kitchen, while mine was our bedroom. I wanted a room that could be our sanctuary. This home isn’t big by any means, but the bedroom was exactly what I wanted. A room large enough for a couch to the side, our California king big enough for when one of the kids has a nightmare or if we all pile in on a Saturday morning, and a bathroom made for a couple. A large tub, double vanities, and a shower with two heads. Weshower together every morning, and it’s our time to talk, to connect, and be alone before the craziness of the day begins.
Linc walks from the bathroom to the bed and drops his towel, wearing a smirk.
I look up from my Kindle. “Is there something I can help you with?”
He climbs onto the mattress, taking the Kindle from my hands and placing it on the nightstand. He begins to place kisses from my jaw to my neckline, and I can’t help but let out a moan. “There’s a lot you can help me with.”
He tugs at the bottom of my pajama top, and I raise my arms for him to take it off. I shift down on the mattress and his body covers mine. After five years together, we still can’t keep our hands off one another. We’ve learned to steal moments together whenever we can in our busy household. A couple weeks ago, we thought the kids were occupied with a movie in the living room and had to scramble when Asher almost interrupted me giving Linc a blowjob in the laundry room. Linc threatened to put locks on all the doors of the house.
He pulls down my underwear and slips a finger inside me. “My girl is already wet for me.”
My hips begin to rock. “I want your cock. Fingers aren’t enough.”
He wastes no time positioning himself at my entrance and pushes in. “Shit, Mel. You always feel so fucking good.”
He starts moving at a hard pace. I grab his face and bring his lips to mine. I’ve learned the best way to keep myself quiet is to have his tongue in my mouth.
My breaths become heavy, and Linc looks down at where we’re connected. “Tilt your hips.”
I angle my hips, and my mouth opens as I feel him slamming into my g-spot. “That’s my good girl.”
He doesn’t slow down as I feel my orgasm barreling through me. He covers my mouth with a hand and finally slows his movements to let me ride it out.
“I love watching you come. So beautiful.”
Once my body relaxes, he starts back at a steady pace. I feel his thrusts change, and he buries his face in my neck as he comes.
