Knocked Up by the C.E.O (Knocked Up)

“Yes, love you, Momma, love you, Daddy.” Jameson tries to get away from us without a hug, but my dad says, “Hugs first, then we leave. You know the rule.”

“Alright.” I watch as Jameson walks to Dylan. She squeezes him then kisses all over his face dramatically until he’s squirming to get away. Then he flies to me. I squat down so he doesn’t hurt himself by knocking into my knees.

“I love you, Jameson. Be good for Gramps.” I kiss his forehead, and he hugs my neck. It’s hard to believe he’s on the cusp of starting school soon and these days will be few and far between. Maybe now would be a good idea to bring up having another child. We never settled on just one, only that one for now was our contentment. And I know just how to persuade her once the room is cleared out. I’ll start out with my mouth, work her up with my fingers, and then ask her once my cock is deep inside her. I bet she’ll be screaming yes to my proposal in no time.