He has been gone getting supplies and such for over an hour and though I know he is fine; I can't help but feel a bit anxious. By now, the maids have discovered her body and they are looking for us. Since I don’t know anything about where we are and how low on the radar it is, I don’t know if he would be discovered and that does nothing for my nerves. If it weren’t for the fact that kids are obsessed with the indoor pool he so smartly put in this massive warehouse, I would be a basket case right now. “Look at me mommy.” Gen says before she dives underneath the three feet and comes back up. Smiling, I clap my hands to praise her. I look in the wading area and see the twins sitting in their pool seats, splashing each other as the mini waterfall mushroom sprinkles around them. I am amazed by all he did with this place. It’s like a mini indoor paradise.
“Mom, I’m hungry.” Little Milo says to the left of me.
“I know, big boy. Daddy will be back any minute with food.” I pray.
“Are there snacks?” he asks, hopeful and cute. Smiling at my eldest child, I riffle his hair and grab one twin while he grabs the other.
“Let’s go see. Genesis, baby, get out and let’s go look for snacks.” That is all I have to say to get her out of the water. That girl loves to munch even though you wouldn't know it by looking at her.
Walking into the kitchen, I can’t help but admire the technology and care he put into it, down to the computerized cabinets and refrigerator that shows you in pictures the content inside of it. “Mommy I see Teddy grahams!” Gen exclaims. I chuckle and grab the box down from the cabinet. Seeing the highchairs, Jr and I sit each of the twins in one and kiss each of their chubby cheeks as they clap their hands knowing food is coming. I pour the teddy grahams on each of their trays and put the rest on the table for the older two when the door opens and for a split second I panic before seeing him enter the room.
“Daddy!!” the kids chime together. I smile, my heart finally beating seeing my love walk into the room.
“I’m guessing the herd couldn’t wait.” he says, kissing the side of my head before sitting the bags on the counter. “Sorry it took so long. I had to get a new car.”
“It’s ok. It was just a snack to settle the grouchies.” he chuckles before kissing each of them.
I set about fixing the chicken nuggets and fries he brought home before putting them all down for their afternoon nap. By the time the twins pass out, he is in the bedroom laying on the bed, his eyes far off. My heart aches for him right this moment, knowing what he must be going through. Essentially, he is on the way toward being in the same position I was in, being taken from his family. Only in this instance, he killed one of them.
Sitting beside him on the bed, I lay my head on his chest. “I’m so sorry baby.” I murmur beside his heart. Before I can say anything else he has rolled me over and is on top of me.
“What the fuck for?” he asks, growling, ripping my bikini top down.
“For...well you know.” I stammer out half lust drunk, half reticent to give voice to what he just did. His eyebrow raises as he sucks one of my nipples into his mouth.
“Milo.” I pant lifting my back off the bed.
“I love it when you get pregnant. You know why, wife?”
“Yes.”
“Say it.” he demands untying my swimsuit bottoms. I am a writhing mess, trying to open my legs, but he keeps them closed, forcing me to squeeze my clit between my thighs, depriving me of release. “Tell me why I love you cumming and pregnant for me.”
“Because you love my milky tits, husband.”
“Damn straight. Sucking that life giving milk in my mouth while your hot cunt sucks me is my own fucking bourbon. Now tell me why the hell you are apologizing for me, protecting that.”
“I-I don’t.” I can’t get words out as his cock slides inside of me halfway and pulls all the way back out. “Milo!” I whine wrapping my legs around him, forcing him back into me so this feeling of being completely surrounded by him comes back.
“Look at me, Chas.” My eyes half open, blurred and clouded by wetness and desire. Everything seems so far away right now, except him and us. “I told you the first moment I held you that I would die to protect you. I swore to you, if you gave yourself to me, I would keep you and our family safe, didn’t I?” he makes that point by slamming into me, punishing me for my momentary weakness. Only it isn't a punishment.