Mr. Masters (Mr. 1)

Willow’s eyes find mine. “Dad, can we have this kitten, too?”

“No.”

“Please,” she begs. “Oh, please, Dad. I’ll look after him. I’ll even pay for his food from my pocket money.” “Willow, we just got a dog.”

She smiles sadly at the kitten and continues to play with it through the cage.

“Why can’t she have it?” Bree whispers.

“I don’t want a fucking cat,” I mutter under my breath.

“This isn’t about you. This is about taking her mind off the situation at school. This cat could be the perfect friend for her.”

“That’s what the dog is for.” I frown.

“Do you think Sammy’s going to take his hands off that dog. I’ll look after it.” She puts her hands together, pleading with me as she bounces on the spot. “Please. I’ll beg,” she whispers.

I look at her flatly. “Bree, if this isn’t already you begging, I dread to think what is.” I exhale heavily and glance over at Willow who is currently smiling down at the ugliest cat in the world.

Fuck’s sake.

The lady appears with the puppy, handing it to Samuel, but my focus is on Willow.

Fine…

I’ve totally lost control of this situation. “We’ll take the ginger kitten, too, please.”

Willow and Bree start to shriek and clap their hands.

“Dad, you’re the best!” Willow cries.

Bree smiles up at me, her eyes linger tenderly on my face.

“Don’t say a word,” I warn her.

She giggles and links arms with Willow as they continue to play with the cat.

Great. Not only do I now have to deal with having blue balls, but I have to watch out for a cat attacking my dick in my sleep.

Brielle

“The movie is starting, guys,” Sammy calls.

The microwave pings right on cue. Willow takes out the second bag of popcorn and tips it into the bowl.

I’ve just made a beautiful dinner and the house is alive with playful baby animals. It’s been a wonderful day.

I walk into the living room to find it dark, with the kids lounging on their beanbags and Julian on the couch. He’s covered himself with a huge blanket, and he pats the sofa next to him. I smile, liking that he wants to sit next to me.

Tillie, our puppy, and Maverick, our kitten are now curled up on their little beds next to the children.

I lie down and Julian covers me with the blanket, pulling my feet onto his lap. God, I just want to kiss him.

Seeing him trying so hard with the children is literally exploding my ovaries.

“What are we watching?” I ask.

“The Terminator,” Willow tells me, her eyes glued to the screen.