But, after we married, I spent the first couple years trying to go back and forth to my Chicago offices and every fucking where else in the world running Worthington Ventures.
After our third baby, Meisha was born, I’d had enough. I bought up as much vacant land and crumbling buildings in downtown Battle Creek and built a world class headquarters. At the same time, I put up office buildings, shopping, apartments, revived neighborhoods in miles in every direction. It took a few more years after it was all done for the area to flourish, but it’s on the upswing and it’s been a thrill to know I’m giving back more than taking.
The theater was a five-year project itself. Restoring it, upgrading, expanding, putting in place a staff and talent to take it to the next level and tonight is the opening party and my wife is at the center of it all.
A lot happened after that first Halloween. I was ready to fire Ashby and Dalton when I found out they had been the ones that sort of…pushed things along with Delia and the paranormal activity in the house. The pink dress, the notes…they say they didn’t have anything to do with those, but I’m not so sure.
Doesn’t matter now.
They had known about my great-grandfather and her great-grandmother long before the contest. They were sure they were the two main spirits in the house. Sad and separated, never having been able to live the life together they both so desperately wanted.
That room that Delia and I first had our fuck up against the wall turned out to be their secret place where they met and made love. Planned for their life together.
Only, those plans didn’t turn out the way they’d dreamed. So, when I set up the contest, Dalton and Ashby found out who Delia was, they helped things along so to speak. Some of the questions are left unanswered, but we’re all okay with that. A little folklore is fun.
Delia begged me not to be too angry with them, and distracted me with a little naked song and dance when I threatened to have the trust end their service and in the end, she was right. No grudges. They only hold everyone back.
The house is quiet now. There’s the occasional pink and white roses that seem to turn up in the vase inside the secret room, but all in all, the spirits seem to be at rest.
My wife is the best mother, and she’s also my best friend. She loves me, but takes no shit and I’m a better man than I ever dreamed I would be because of her.
I walk around bouncing the baby on my shoulder until he’s sound asleep and down the stairs comes the rest of the crew, laughing, screaming and generally reining chaos all over the enormous mansion that is now a home.
“I guess we’re ready.” Delia is so fucking hot, I don’t know how I’m going to get through the evening without bending her over and fucking her like a savage. “Carolyn will meet us there. Harlow and Tracy and Larry are on their way. They’ll take over the younger ones for us for most of the evening as needed.”
“I’m ready.” We make out way out the front door to where the absurdly long limo is waiting. It’s early June, everything is green and alive and I can’t believe how fucking lucky I am.
The kids climb in, the older ones getting the younger ones into their car seats as Delia leans down to slip in behind them.
I grab her arm, pulling her back into me and smash my lips to hers, needing to taste her about a thousand times a day just to keep me level.
“I love you Mrs. Worthington.” I tell her when we pull away.
“And I love you Mr. Worthington.” She gives me a smile then leans toward my ear. “And…I’m thinking I’m on board with what you were saying earlier.”
“What’s that?”
“My ovaries are getting twitchy.” She glances inside the car, then her palm presses on my stiff cock under my trousers. “Get the baby maker ready. The oven is warm, ready for your special cream filling.”
“Fuck.” I groan, feeling my balls draw up. “I’m going to have a fucking chubby all goddamn night. I’m going to fuck you somewhere in that theater tonight, I’ll find a spot, you just be ready.”
“Happy birthday. I’ll be ready for that baby batter when you say the word.”
I whack her rear as she yelps on a laugh and ducks into the back of the limo, the driver standing by the front door pretending not to hear.