Page 32 of Three More Shots
"What's step two, Dr. Krueger?"
He nods, eager to share his thoughts about our daughter's treatment, and forcing me to back down for their sake. Not his. Not motherfucking his.
"We're going to adjust her behavior therapy to focus on her anger and impulsivity. She experiences remorse after her meltdowns, which is a good sign that she recognizes her response to upsetting situations is inappropriate. We'll teach her coping skills so that when she gets overwhelmed with emotion, she can calm herself before things escalate into a tantrum."
The most heartbreaking of all of Ainsley's challenges. I'm glad her destructive tendencies are his first focus. I want that misery eliminated for her as much as possible.
"I would also recommend providing her with the opportunity to volunteer in a controlled setting, such as here at the center and maybe giving her some chores at home. Just like you indicated..." He nods to me in deference. "...in the parent survey, she's a natural helper, and this would give her a sense of purpose and accomplishment."
Some of my irritation with this guy ebbs from his accurate assessment of Ainsley's personality and knowledge of how to help her. I guess Corinne agrees, her expression animated and energetic as she reviews a few ideas with him about what we can do to help her settle in when they move into my house tomorrow and then take on some responsibility, which I agree Ains will love.
"Okay, then. We'll see her next Tuesday at ten."
"Thank you, Dr. Krueger. I know this is going to help her so much."
She attempts to release my fingers, which I don't allow. I don't give a damn how thankful she is, she's not touching him even with a handshake. Instead, I step from behind her, keeping her in my grasp while she bends to grab the paperwork, and lean into the doctor's space. “Look at my wife’s tits again, and you’ll be begging for a bullet to put you out of the misery I inflict.”
All the response I receive in return is his mouth falling open, with his lips parted as wide as his brown eyes. Glad my message is clearly understood. I'm also beyond glad when mycarawillingly lets me lead her away, full of contentment and pleasure, so I can enjoy a few moments alone with her before we help our daughter deal with the terror of an unfamiliar woman sticking a cotton swab in her mouth.
Together, we’ll manage this hurdle and the next so my wife and my children can finally be in my home.
Epilogue
“Watch, Daddy! Watch me! Watch!”
Daddy.
Even after six years that name still fucks me up a little bit. My heart skips a beat and not just from the incredible woman wrapped in my arms. I look up from kissing my wife’s narrow shoulder and slide my hands from palming her enormous breasts to caressing over her swollen belly. Fucking gorgeous in the red bikini she claims she’s too big to wear, but I think she looks fucking glorious with my daughter growing inside of her.
Despite my ravenous cock throbbing against her luscious ass, I grin at Milo, who waves at us from the diving board. I nod, acknowledging his request. “I’m watching. Give it your best shot.”
Corinne chuckles too from his adorable intensity. He swiftly moves into a pretty good form and jumps off—smooth and slick until the very end when his legs flap and flop against the water. He quickly covers the length of the pool and surfaces a few feet from us. “Nice job. I can tell you’ve been practicing.”
A frown instead of a smile covers his small face from my praise, and he shakes his head. “I messed up.”
He’s his own worst critic. “Well then, try it again.”
“One more, but then it’s time to eat.”
His scowl deepens from his mother’s edict. Well aware he’ll be grounded for the rest of our evening swim if he talks back to her, he’s smart enough not to argue when I catch his eye. They need to learn young to respect my wife, who also happens to be their mother.
“Okay, Mom.”
His tone sounds like anything but okay. Yet he climbs the steps and races back toward the platform full of boundless tenacity and energy while I nuzzle her throat. Skin softer than satin under my lips. “He’s amazing.”
“He’s you.”
Damn if my dick doesn’t lift again from the pride and love pulsing in her voice. I have to tap down my need and my answer when Ben waddles toward the diving board too. His plump legs still thick with a layer of baby fat that Corinne loves to squeeze and kiss. She attempts to pull out of my embrace and rescue our son. But she always does everything. This time I’ll take care of them. “Relax,cara. I’ve got him.”
“Me too, Daddy! Me jump too!”
Luckily, Milo’s just as protective of his little brother and grasps his chubby fingers, holding onto Ben until I can release their mom and glide below them. “Okay, buddy, let’s see what you’ve got.”
I literally laugh out loud when he toddles to the end and just falls off. I catch him before he submerges completely. With awkward toddler motions, he swipes at the droplets hanging from his long lashes and grins at me with utter delight. How did I get to be such a lucky fucking bastard? “We need to work on your technique.”
He takes my criticism in stride, splashing and wiggling in an effort to swim to the side with my hands on his back and belly keeping him afloat while Milo gets in his last attempt for a while. I look over to my oldest, who’s busy snaking the hose nozzle into her pink and purple watering can. “What about you, Ains? You want to swim?”
Content in her own world, Ainsley keeps on working, cheerfully partaking in her self-assigned role of gardener, tending to the flowers she planted with her mom and siblings, rather than swim with the rest of us this time. An almost nightly ritual since she refuses to wear sunscreen. Although, I don’t mind at all. The timing allows me to join in when I get home from work, keeping the entire family all together, which is my only real goal in life. Always making sure they feel happy, safe, and loved.
