Father’s Day

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Father’s Day 2018

An R.L. Mathewson Chronicle


“What are you doing?” Zoe asked, blinking down at him.

“The better question would be, why aren’t you fluffing my pillows and tucking me in?” he demanded as he crossed his arms over his chest as he switched his glare towards the door. “And where are my children?”

“Having breakfast,” Zoe said, before gesturing towards the bed. “Let’s get back to something for a minute. Why am I supposed to be fluffing your pillows?”

“Because it’s Father’s Day,” he said evenly, gesturing for her to get on with it.

“I see…” she murmured, which she clearly didn’t since she was still just standing there, blinking down at him.

“What are they making me for breakfast?” he asked with a heavy sigh as he was forced to fluff his own pillows so that he could settle in comfortably while he waited for his breakfast to be served by his adoring children.

“Nothing,” she said, frowning.

“Why not?”

“Because they’re not here,” she said with a shrug as she toed off his shoes.

“What do you mean they’re not here?” he demanded through clenched teeth.

“They’re across the street having breakfast with Mikey,” she said with another shrug as he turned his glare towards the large Victorian house that he never should have helped his cousin renovate.

“Why are they over there?” he asked, shaking his head in disgust.

It was Father’s Day and they should be home, spending time with him, and doing all that shit that for him that they did for their mother every year. Every Mother’s Day they spoiled, pampered, and worshipped their mother the way that she deserved to be and then…

It was his turn.

He waited all year for this day when his children would thank him for all those sleepless nights he’d spent holding them, the diapers that he’d changed and had left him scarred for life, the tears that he’d dried, and all the terrifying shit that they’d put him through for shits and giggles. He’d more than earned their love and adoration and he was damn well going to-

Sigh heavily as he reached up and pulled off the garment that his wife had thrown at his head as he shifted his attention to her and-

“Kasey and Reese were kind enough to watch the kids for the night so that you and I could have a little time alone. The kids are planning on spending next weekend doing all those things that you love,” Zoe promised as she reached up and unsnapped the front of the lacey pink bra that had all of his attention.

“But, I thought tonight would be a good time for me to do all those things that you love,” she said as she let that bra drop and left him sitting there, groaning and licking his lips as she wiggled out of the matching panties.

“Happy Father’s Day, Trevor,” she said with a sexy little smile as she tossed the panties aside and immediately made up for all those times that the kids puked on him.


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