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An R.L. Mathewson Chronicle
“You’ve had it for an hour!”
“I just got it!”
“No, you didn’t!”
“Yes, I did!”
“He’s had the Nintendo 3DS for an hour! I just got the iPad!” one of the spawn of Satan hissed while Reese laid there, staring at the ceiling, wondering what had possessed his incredibly beautiful wife to agree to this.
He turned to ask her only to find her curled up on her side, sleeping peacefully, and blissfully unaware of the impending massacre going on downstairs in the living room. She was so damn beautiful, he thought as he rolled over onto his side and wrapped his arm around her, careful of the slight swell of her stomach and pulled her closer until he had her in his arms.
“Shouldn’t you be sleeping?” his incredibly beautiful wife asked with a sleepy smile as she moved closer so that she could reach up and cup his jaw.
“Probably,” he said as he leaned into her touch.
“Probably,” she murmured as she brushed her lips lightly against his and ran her hand over his jaw and threaded her fingers through his hair, using her hold to bring his mouth closer.
Just as she deepened the kiss, he found himself pushed onto his back and his wife straddling him, grinding down against his cock as she made the sweetest little sounds that had him running his hands down her back and cupping her ass through the latest pair of his boxers that she’d helped herself to. Now and then she liked to surprise him with a little lace and silk, but nothing, absolutely nothing turned him on more than seeing her in a pair of his stolen shirts and boxers. The only thing that turned him on more were those times when she met him at the door wearing nothing more than an apron and a smile. He used his hold on her ass to move her, grinding her against his cock as it strained to get closer to her, knowing by the way that her breath hitched that she was seconds away from-
“It’s my turn!” came the loud demand, completely destroying what promised to be an amazing night.
Kasey whimpered pathetically as she crawled back off him, flopped onto her side and added a groan while he laid there, rubbing his hands roughly down his face as his erection died a quick death as the demands to share iPads, games, and whatever the hell else they were fighting over became louder. When he heard what sounded like the beginnings of a chokehold, he pushed the covers aside with a sigh, climbed out of bed and headed towards the chaos.
After a quick glance into the nursery to make sure his boys were still asleep, he made his way downstairs just as Mathew jumped Cole from behind and did his best to take him down with a chokehold only to get shrugged off. Joshua took that as his cue to attack his brother only to end up getting grabbed from behind by Jonathan and tossed on the couch as he went for his cousin. Shaking his head, Reese looked to his right to find the girls sharing an iPad.
All the girls except for his little girl that is, he thought with a sigh when he found her sitting on Sebastian’s back, pinning him down so that she could grab a handful of popcorn and-
“And that’s enough of that,” he said, plucking his baby girl off her best friend before she could do anything that she would regret later.
Not that he really thought that she would regret it, not with the murderous glare that she was shooting Sebastian’s way. As soon as he was free, Sebastian was on his feet and-
“Daddy!” Mikey yelped as Sebastian tossed her on the couch, grabbed a pillow and sat down with a satisfied sigh as he placed his legs across her back and settled in for the night, pinning Mikey down with a grunt.
“And we’re done,” Reese said, nodding as walked around the room, plucking electronics out of the hands of glaring children before heading for the stairs, shutting the lights off along the way and ignoring Mikey’s panicked, “Daddy!”
As soon as he was upstairs, he tossed the electronics on chair by the door, headed back to the bed to find his wife sound asleep. Deciding that one of them should get some sleep, he climbed into bed, closed his eyes and hoped for the best.
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