Page 51 of Savage SEAL's Virgin
Our first night with Tatum was at hand and I was so worried she’d want to go sleep at her grandparents’ house that it made my stomach hurt. Blyss was drying Tatum’s hair after she’d given her a bubble bath. I heard them laughing and singing. It melted my heart in ways I didn’t know possible.
We’d bought a bunch of children’s books that I looked at as I sat on the edge of her bed. It looked like Cinderella’s coach that took her to the ball. Tatum had fallen in love with the room. That was a no-brainer, Blyss had said. I was happy things had gone so smoothly, but I had to be honest--bedtime was something I’d heard horror stories about when little kids were involved.
When the two finally emerged from Tatum’s private bathroom, I had to smile. She was all decked out in a pretty, little, pink nighty and some satin slippers that matched. Her dark curls hung to the middle of her back and I’d never seen a prettier little girl in my whole life.
I had to get up, pick her up, and hug her. “Oh my goodness. Daddy’s little girl looks so pretty. I could just eat you up, princess!”
Her giggle was already ruling me. I’d do anything to hear it.
“Should I leave you to it then, Daddy?” Blyss asked as she headed toward the door.
She was bound and determined to let me have alone time with Tatum. It’s not that I was afraid of that. I wasn’t. Not one bit. But I want Blyss and Tatum to form a bond too. I wanted my little family to have a tight bond, all three of us.
“Please stay,” Tatum cried out. “Please, Mommy! You can snuggle me while Daddy reads. Okay?”
Blyss was helpless to let the little girl down. “Okay, I’ll cuddle you.”
I put Tatum under the blanket as Blyss climbed up and snuggled up to her. Tatum was in hog heaven. She was eating up all the attention we were giving her, and I was glad she was.
One book was read, then another, and then one more before she was out. But so was Blyss. I turned out the light and laid down on the other side of my daughter. Right there, in that little bed, was the start of my family. I knew it, and all I needed to do was make Blyss my real wife.
I took Blyss’ left hand, looking at the wedding ring on her finger. It matched the one on my hand. How I wished she would stop worrying about making a real commitment. She and I were more married than most couples who were actually married. We thought about one another all the time, and now that a child had been added, it was naturally falling into place.
I looked back and forth from my daughter to the woman I loved. There was no one I loved more than the other, already. It was crazy. I’d just met Tatum, and she had taken a prime spot in my heart that’s reserved just for one’s children. It felt awesome. But I wanted more. I was greedy. I wanted Blyss to carry my name, and as soon as she was ready, I wanted her to carry my child.
But I’d have to focus my attention on one thing at a time. The marriage was first. It had to be. I didn’t like lying to my child about it, nor her grandparents. Somehow or another, I had to get Blyss to accept a real proposal. The real question was how I’d get that goal accomplished.
When I tapped Blyss on the shoulder, her eyes popped open. “Did I fall asleep,” she whispered.
“You did. I’m excellent at telling bedtime stories, it seems. I think we should go get into our bed. What do you think?”
She ran her hand over Tatum’s head, then kissed her cheek. “I think she’ll be fine. And there’s the monitor. Let’s go to bed.”
We got off the bed as if we might set off a charge of dynamite and watched Tatum’s reaction to every move we made. She never stirred a bit. We were successful on our first night.That was a major accomplishment!
Neither of us could stop looking at the precious little bundle in the ornate bed. It was like pulling teeth to close that door. But we did it.
I picked Blyss up and carried her to our room, right next door. I took her all the way to our bed, then I kissed her before I laid her down. “I love you even more somehow.”
She held my face in her hands as she looked deep into my eyes. “I love you more too. Funny, isn’t it, how a child can stir up even more love in your heart than you knew it could hold. Do you think we even have room for more kids?”
“We most certainly do.” I pulled off my T-shirt, dropped my pajama bottoms, and pulled off her nightgown. “Now, let me put Mommy to sleep.” I eased my body between her legs and pushed my engorged cock into her soft, wet pussy. “I’ve been aching to do this all day. You being Mommy is hot as hell, Blyss.”
“Is it supposed to be?” she asked as she arched up to me and moved her body in a circular motion, making me growl.
“I didn’t know it was. But it is. The way I felt when I saw you and Tatum interacting was odd at first. I mean, I got an instant woody. But as it went on, I knew why that was.”
She ran her nails down my back. “And why was that?”
“Because I know I can count on you. I can count on you to take excellent care of our children. I can count on you to take care of me too. It’s sexy. Very sexy and very heartwarming. An odd mix, really, when you think about it.”
“Yes, sexy and heartwarming aren’t generally said together, are they?” She moaned as I made my signature move on her, a swirling action that she loved. “I should admit that I also found you very sexy when you interacted with her. You’re the kind of father I wish I could’ve had. She’s one lucky girl, that one.”
I bit her neck, then licked up the side of it. “I want more, Blyss.”
“Oh, I think you should take some time to enjoy the one you just got, Troy.” She kissed my shoulder, then gave it a little love bite.
I pressed my cock into her hard and deep, making her gasp for air. “I want more with you. I want all of you. Every bit of you. I crave it. More than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life, I want to change your last name.”
