The door opened and the sounds of Kyra, Thomas, Owen and
Tasha filled the foyer. I hopped up and nearly sprinted to check on them. Was my baby girl pregnant? Bella came up
behind me and smacked my arm. I tried to look sheepish but yeah didn’t happen. There
was something amiss with Kyra. Her hair was down and she was trying to hide her
neck.
If that boy gave her a
fucking hickey, I’ll chop off his tongue, followed by his balls.
“Mom, can we watch a movie downstairs? The dance was kind of
lame,” Kyra explained.
“Sure, sweetie. But keep in mind of your guests’ curfew,”
Bella reminded. Kyra nodded and asked if Tasha wanted to borrow something to
get out of her dress. Thomas and Owen went downstairs, removing their ties as
they left. I was about to follow them but Bella stopped me. “I don’t think so,
Edward Anthony.”
“I want to watch the movie, too,” I smirked.
“Edward, think about it. What girl or boy wants their
decrepit father hanging out with them?” Bella asked, poking my shoulder.
“I’m not decrepit,” I pouted.
“Whatever, not the point. You’re not going down there. I’m a
hundred percent certain that nothing will happen because Owen will be down
there, too,” Bella admonished. “You hear me?”
“Yes, Bella,” I muttered, pouting sullenly. She pulled me
back into the family room, resuming our television show from the DVR. Kyra and
Tasha came down wearing some jeans and sweaters, raiding the kitchen for
munchies. Bella poked me and physically turned my head to the television. I
scowled at her but decided to go with it. She cuddled up next to me, watching
our own movie.
Around one, Tasha’s parents came to pick her up. Owen
nervously kissed her cheek and they made tentative plans to get together over
Christmas break. Thomas left shortly after Tasha. He lovingly kissed my baby
girl, caressing her cheeks before leaving in his Honda Accord. Kyra floated
past Bella and me, seemingly over the moon for Thomas. However, I did notice
that she was wearing a turtleneck.
Seriously, if that boy gave my principessa
a hickey…
“You’ve left hickeys on me, angel,” Bella chided, elbowing
me in the ribs. “It’s a rite of passage.”
“Rite or not, I still don’t like it,” I grumbled. My wife,
the sexy beast she is, tugged on my hand. Her lips took purchase on my neck and
she gently sucked and nibbled. Her fingers on her left hand danced over my
sweater, moving closer to the waistband of my jeans. Lowly, she moaned against
my skin as he hand came in contact with my belly. “Fuck.”
“Language,” she giggled. “Shall I mark you? Hmmm?”
I looked at my wife. She was smiling smugly as her hand
moved into my pants. The monster between my legs woke up and I definitely
wanted to be marked. “Only if I get to return the favor, gorgeous.” She giggled
and danced away, running up the stairs. I locked the door, turned off the
lights and followed her.
I came to the conclusion that my wife, whom I love more than
life itself, is part vampire. I have my own share of hickeys all over my body.
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