“Fuck, Joey.” I slide in and out of her slowly, watching as my cock becomes one with her.
“Faster,” she begs and I comply, gripping her hips to increase my thrusting. It’s only a matter of seconds before I’m falling on top of her and pumping vigorously. “Oh, oh, oh, yes … shit,” she bellows out, nails digging into my back.
I groan when I feel her walls start to tighten around me as my impending orgasm builds. “Joey, baby …”
She doesn’t respond except by quivering beneath me. It’s the best fucking feeling in the world, when her and I are like this. I come shortly after her, collapsing on top of her as Jolie’s wail fills our room.
“Perfect timing,” she says, out of breath.
“I’ll get her.” I dress quickly and make my way across the wall wher
e my daughter cries out, not for me, but for her mother. It doesn’t hurt my feelings because I know one day I’ll be her hero. I look forward to the days where she dresses me up and invites me to her tea parties.
“Hi, my sweet girl.” I look over the side of her crib and she whimpers. Tiny tears slide down her face. I wipe them and her cheek flinches telling me that she’s ready for some boobie action. “I know, my pretty girl. I love Mommy’s boobs, too.”
Scooping her up, I take her over to her changing table. I’m a master at diapers and try to help Joey every chance I get, even with the unpleasant ones. Once I have her changed, she’s nestled into my neck sucking on her hand and slobbering all over my shoulder.
“Look who I found.” I turn her around so she can see Joey. Little squeals are emitted and her tiny feet kick. “It’s the moo moo truck,” I say, depositing her into Joey’s waiting arms. Jolie latches on and begins suckling instantly. This is the part where most dads are left out, or roll over and go to sleep. Not me.
Sliding in behind Joey, I hold her in my arms, kissing her neck in between watching our daughter nurse. It’s moments like these that make my life feel complete.
“People should be jealous of me.” I trail my finger down Jolie’s cheek and she smiles. Her eyes are the color of Joey’s—light blue, but sometimes gray or green.
“Why’s that?” Joey asks.
“Because I have the most gorgeous wife and legit the prettiest baby ever.”
“Maybe we should bottle your sperm and sell it.” Joey laughs, but I don’t find it funny.
“Sorry, babe. My junk is strictly for you.”
“That’s the best answer.” She leans back into my chest and continues to nurse Jolie. When she switches sides, so do I. I like watching them together, burning them into my memory.
“Thank you, Joey.”
“For what?”
“For not giving up on me when it would’ve been so easy to do, for seeing me as more than an actor and making me believe in myself, in you, and in love. For giving me a chance when others tried to fuck it up for us. And most importantly, for making me a father. Jolie is the best gift I could’ve ever asked for.”
Joey leans to the side and presses her lips against mine. I hold her there, cupping her cheek. When Jolie grunts, we both laugh and pull away.
“She’s jealous.”
I can’t help but laugh. “You know,” I say, flexing my arm. “I’m told I’m a catch.”
Joey rolls her eyes. “Only in your twisted reality, Joshua Freaking Wilson … and in mine, too.”
That’s a compliment that I’ll take to the bank!
The End!