Two Wrongs (Meant To Be 1)

We don’t usually take the kids with us when she tries out a new restaurant, but this day is special.

It’s my sister’s newest venture. A family friendly five-star restaurant set up for foodie parents to indulge while children are catered to with walls lined with fish tanks and food served for little fingers. There’s a face painting artist in the youth play room and staff there to observe and keep kids occupied when they get restless.

It’s a great concept, and I’m her partner and investor.

My grandmother and mother are here, cooing and spoiling our middle child Tabitha over by a tank filled with colorful saltwater fish.

I’m still with the firm, although I take only a handful of cases a year now. I’ve lost some of my passion for it, only because seeing the destruction of marriages carries some measure of sadness for me now.

I’m so fucking happy it’s hard to believe so many other people aren’t.

Natalie is the best mom. Her foodie body has softened and I love every curve and contour her career and our children have added.

I kiss her little belly stripes every day, thanking her and her body for all they’ve given us.

We’re both still hot for each other and as soon as Chase is eight months, it’s baby batter time again because I want a houseful.

Speaking of houses, I gave up my penthouse downtown for a nice spread where we have room to breathe about thirty miles out of the city. It was a run-down old Greek-Italian revival mess when we bought it sight unseen from the internet listing.

Just like us, we knew the second we saw it, it was meant to be.

And, just like us, we took the time to get to know the place then turned into the home we wanted just like we turned our relationship into what was perfect and works for us.

There are seven bedrooms there and I have no reason to believe we won’t fill them all up in the next few years. I’m hoping for twins and I still stuff my cum back up into her sweet, tight pussy when it’s breeding season for us.

Natalie still thinks I’m borderline nuts but all I know is I’m nuts for her.

Her sister Sasha, husband Nash and her father are due to be here in about an hour and we’re all heading to our lake house for a week and I’m all about family, so they are welcome anytime.

Cyrus is finally set on the idea of finding his one and only and creating his own brood. He’s on the prowl, but no one has caught his eye yet but I’m hopeful for him. My sister hasn’t found a guy that can handle her yet, but I can see her look at us.

She’s softening and when the time is right, some guy with enough backbone and probably a solid paddle for her ass will come along and she’ll find her happy ending as well.

Not that I want anything to end.

In fact, on the anniversary of the worst blind date of my life, I send my grandmother three dozen white roses with one red one as a thank you for putting me in the right place at the right time.

I love my wife. I love my life.

And, I gotta say, she’s managed to tame the angry beast inside of me. But, if it weren’t for a few HR complaints, who knows where I’d be.

Thank God I ended up here.