The day passes quickly and quietly like Sundays should. Katrina’s trying to make a solar oven by spray-painting a cardboard box black and lining it with tinfoil. I don’t have a lot of hopes for it, but she’s got a book on the topic, and she’s determined.
As evening approaches, I make my last patrol around the neighborhood. When I get back, Hannah has a blanket spread out on the lawn with Charles in the middle of it. He’s rolling back and forth, trying to grab anything he can reach and stick it in his mouth.
I sit down on the blanket just as he gets to the edge, reaches into the grass, and grabs a fluffy dandelion. Reflexively, I grab his hand and pry it from his tiny fingers before he can get it into his mouth. He screams at me but is quickly distracted by one of his teething toys.
“They’re edible, you know,” Hannah says. “Katrina puts dandelion leaves in the salads all the time.”
“He doesn’t need a mouthful of those seeds,” I say. “He’d scream about that for hours.”
“True.”
“I’m surprised you haven’t gone all wifely on my ass yet and demanded I get the weeds out of the yard. We’re in the burbs here. Aren’t we supposed to have a perfectly manicured lawn?”
Hannah shrugs, and a small smile crosses her face.
“I like them, actually.” She reaches over to another dandelion and runs her fingers gently over the fuzzy white tips. “They’re survivors. Just when you think they’re dead, they plant little seeds everywhere.”
I give her a look. She’s trying to make a point, but I don’t get it, and she doesn’t seem to care to elaborate. I don’t push it, but it does make me wonder.
I kiss her cheek, tickle Charles’ stomach, and head inside to clean up. Once I’m thoroughly washed, I lie back in the bed with the hopes of catching a few minutes of sleep, but it doesn’t work out that way. Shortly after I lie down, the door opens.
Hannah saunters over to the bed, climbs in next to me, and straddles my waist. I raise an eyebrow at her, and she leans over to press her lips to mine.
“Where’s Charles?”
“Actually,” Hannah says with a sly grin, “we have a babysitter for the night.”
“Oh, really?”
“Christine is keeping him with her. I managed to get that manual breast pump thing to work just enough to get him through the night.”
“So, I have you all to myself?”
“You do.”
“Hmm…” I reach up and tap my finger with my chin. “What are we going to do? Checkers? Parcheesi? Oh, I know! Marco found a copy of Escape to Witch Mountain on DVD. Let’s watch that!”
She swats at my chest playfully and then leans in for another kiss. I open my mouth and search for her tongue as my arms wrap around her. She feels so good against me—so right and perfect. It’s as if she is meant to be right here with me, and everything that happened to get us to this point doesn’t matter anymore.
Hannah breaks away from me and sheds her clothes quickly as I push my boxers down my legs and kick them to the floor. She’s back on top of me a second later.
“Eager, aren’t you?”
“I’ve been thinking about this since Christine’s offer,” Hannah says. “I want you inside me. Now.”
“No argument here.” I grab my cock by the base and Hannah rises up on her knees above me. She slowly impales herself, and we moan together as her warmth embraces me.
It’s been a while, and I feel like I should take my time, but Hannah has other ideas. As soon as I’m all the way inside her, she starts grinding her hips into me. I hold her ass with one hand and use the other to explore her body. I slide my fingers up her side and over her breast, cupping it and enjoying how full it feels.
Hannah lets out a moan that goes straight to my cock. It pulses inside of her, and I have to close my eyes and grit my teeth to keep from letting loose immediately. Hannah starts to rock faster, and it takes all my control not to lose myself in her.
I hold tightly to her hips, pulling her down over me as her body clenches around mine. She makes the most beautiful squeaking noises as she tries to muffle her cries. She keeps herself balanced by gripping my shoulders tightly with her fingertips while I push up with my hips. It’s not long before I feel the tension building in my thighs and stomach.
I try to keep my groans in check as I shove up into her one last time. My balls tighten, and I grit my teeth as I explode inside of her. Hannah drops down on my chest, her fingers still clinging to my shoulders.
I close my eyes and lean back against the pillow as I run my hands up and down her back. After a minute, Hannah sits back up and rolls off of me and onto her back. I move to my side and wrap an arm around her. I run my hand over her stomach. It’s still bouncy and fleshy from pregnancy, and it jiggles when I poke at it.
“Stop that!” Hannah covers my hand.