Unexpected Love

With a deep sigh, I checked the monitor on my nightstand and was relieved to see that I hadn’t woken Tucker. I’d shouted the roof off in my dream, but I wasn’t sure how loud I’d been in reality. I climbed out of bed and stripped off the sheets before making my way into the bathroom and taking a quick shower.

After I donned a clean pair of boxer briefs, I remade the bed, then stared at it, wondering if I should even bother trying to go back to sleep. It was unlikely that I would be able to get any real rest with Penelope sleeping right down the hall. “Fucking hell,” I muttered as I stalked to my dresser and retrieved a black T-shirt and sweatpants.

Once I was dressed, I grabbed the monitor and padded into the hallway where I paused at the staircase, my eyes glued to the closed door that was barely a few feet away. My feet seemed to have a mind of their own, and they noiselessly moved toward the wooden barrier between me and the object of my every desire. I stopped just inches away and listened intently. When I heard the rustling of sheets and some unintelligible muttering, my hand crept toward the doorknob. At the last second, my brain shoved its way forward, and I froze before my fingers reached the handle.

I drew my hand back in a flash and pivoted on my heel, scurrying away as fast as possible and jogging up the stairs to my office. I threw myself into work until the sun was lifting over the horizon. The sound of Tucker’s hungry cries had me pushing away from my desk and hurrying down to the nursery.

“Hey there, little man,” I greeted him softly as I entered the room. When I saw his adorable little face smiling up at me, my love for him surged to the surface and warmth washed over me. Then he screwed up his lips and let out a squawk that had me chuckling as I scooped him out of the crib. “I guess you’re hungry?”

As though he understood me, his smile returned, and he gave me another coo. I kept talking to him as I changed his diaper and got him dressed. Then I cradled him in my arm as we made our way down to the kitchen. I stopped short in the doorway when I saw Penelope standing at the stove, making pancakes. She had her back to us, so I took a moment to enjoy the scene before me. Her hair was up in a messy do on her head, making my lips tingle with the desire to taste the delicate skin on her neck. She was still in the ridiculous getup from the night before except her feet were bare. I could hear the sultry sound of her soft humming, and she swayed her hips as she turned to the formula machine on the counter to her right and made a bottle.

It was like a scene straight from my dreams. Except, in my head, she was usually barefoot and pregnant. And if Tucker wasn’t there, I frequently pictured her naked as well. Sometimes, I ate breakfast off her delectable little body or fed her my cock as a morning snack. Eventually, I was going to fuck her on or over every surface in this room…in all the rooms. The kitchen did have certain advantages, though, since it held sustenance, which meant I’d be able to replenish her energy every time I rode her to exhaustion.

Tucker squealed, and it broke me out of my daydreams, as well as drawing Penelope’s attention, causing her to whirl around. Her cheeks bloomed with pink as her eyes met mine for a very brief second. Then she glanced everywhere but at me before her blue orbs landed on Tucker and sparkled with joy.

“Good morning, sweet boy,” she said softly as she held the bottle in front of her chest while walking over to us. She stopped just out of reach and extended her arm to hand me Tucker’s breakfast. Once she no longer held anything, her arms fell awkwardly to her sides and the sight of her nipples poking through her thin shirt reminded me that she wasn’t wearing a bra. I must have stared a little too long because she shifted restlessly and swiftly folded her arms. She peeked up at me through her lashes for a beat, then cleared her throat and hurried over to the stove. “I made breakfast,” she mumbled as she added the pancake in the pan to a stack already plated on the counter.

I opened my mouth to thank her but was once again distracted by the bouncing of her big tits when she went up on her toes and hopped a little to reach the syrup on a high shelf. The sound of Tucker slurping down the last of his bottle broke the spell, and I shook my head to clear away the fog that always seemed to creep up around me when she was near.