Mr. Twang: A Fake Relationship Romance

“My Little Girl” by Tim McGraw

Three years later

“Well, she definitely didn’t get your voice.” Brendan rolled over and stared at me as we listened to our daughter scream from the other room.

“I don’t know, I hear a bit of southern twang in those shrill blood-curdling screams.” I let out a loud sigh. “Okay, it’s my turn. I’m going.”

“Give her your breast. That usually shuts me up.” He pulled the covers up around his ears and rolled the blankets into a cocoon.

My wedding with Brendan was beautiful, and we struggled to make the marriage work with our musical careers. We had a lot of passionate nights when we were able to pull away from our crazy schedules. One of those passionate nights had started a new journey. We became parents to a gorgeous little girl named Diana. Our musical obligations were temporarily put on hold once we welcomed her into our life. She had Brendan’s eyes, my hair, and the jury was still out on her voice. A lot of sleepless nights followed, but our complaints were mostly in jest. We loved our baby more than anything else in the world, and Brendan was so protective of his daughter that the paparazzi didn’t even have a photograph yet.

“Okay, Diana.” I scooped her up in my arms and held her close. “Your Daddy has to be on the road tomor

row. We need to let him sleep.”

I took Diana over to my rocking chair and sat down with her in my arms. I rocked slowly as she enjoyed a midnight snack. I stared out the window for a few minutes and then when I looked to my left I saw Brendan standing in the doorway with a smile on his face. He pulled a chair over beside me and sat down. We gently held hands as silence returned to our house for the moment. He had to go to Chicago to work on his next album and he was leaving the following day. I had taken a little more time off than he was able to spare, so it would just be the two of us once he was gone. I hated that he had to go, but it was the life we had chosen. After Diana had her fill of milk, Brendan took her from my arms and cuddled her in his.

“I’m going to miss this so much.” He looked at her and smiled for a moment before lifted his head to look at me.

“Yes, the silence is nice.” I spoke in a low tone and chuckled.

“I’m going to finish the tracks as quickly as possible so I can come home. Gavin is already getting everything else in place.” He exhaled slowly as he spoke.

“I’m glad you two were able to patch things up.” I nodded and smiled.

“I guess now that I’m married with a kid, he figures there’s no chance of things going crazy again.” Brendan looked at Diana and motioned that she was asleep.

He slowly stood and walked Diana back to her crib. She went down without a sound and we joined arms as we watched our daughter sleep. Once we were sure that she wasn’t going to suddenly burst into a crying fit, we started walking back to our bedroom. Brendan wrapped his arms around my waist and lightly kissed my neck. I moaned immediately after being without his touch for so long while I recovered from Diana’s birth. I turned to him and gasped as his kiss got a little fiercer. I sank back into the bed and he ran his hand up my leg, continuing to kiss me. Were both wide awake at that point and it didn’t seem like either one of us were eager to go back to sleep.

“I’ve missed you.” I felt my heart racing in my chest. “I’ve missed this.”

“I think it’s time we start working on our second child.” He pushed my gown up and wrapped his hands around my panties.

“I’m not a factory.” I bit down on my lip and smiled.

“We’ll see about that.” He pushed my panties down my hips and pulled my gown up to expose my breasts.

We quickly got undressed and he crushed my lips beneath his as our passion erupted. I felt his cock getting hard and it pressed against my pussy. Before he could push it inside me, I heard a sound from Diana’s room. A second later, the screams started—just as loud as they were only minutes before. Brendan looked at me, shook his head, and sighed deeply. He grabbed his pants and started to quickly dress. I put my hands over my face and exhaled with a sigh that made the bed tremble for a moment.

“Don’t worry, it’s my turn.” He finished dressing and started walking towards the door. “Don’t fall asleep on me though—I’m not going to Chicago with blue balls.”

“Tell that to the cock-blocker.” I chuckled and leaned up on my elbows. “Don’t worry, I’ll still be awake when you get back.”

I stretched out on the bed and waited for silence. When it finally came I smiled and waited for my husband to return. It was nearly ten minutes before I heard her door slowly close and he returned to the bedroom. The hunger in his eyes was there again. We quickly became tangled in our embrace and just when the moment was about to heat up, the crying started again. We started at each other as a comical groan lifted from both of our lips. I grabbed my gown, slid it over my head, and stood to my feet.

“My turn.” I shrugged. “Sorry that things aren’t exactly perfect now that we have a new addition to the family.”

“Are you kidding me?” He narrowed his eyes. “This is beyond perfect—just hurry up.”

“I’ll be back before you know it.” I winked at him and walked to the door.

The End

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