Travis pulled on his pajama bottoms, threw on his shirt, and made his way to the door. He opened it to reveal a miniature replica of Caitlin—their five-year old daughter, Abby. Long blonde locks and amazing hazel eyes just like her mother, she was wearing sweet pink pajamas with her ratty teddy bear, Fred, in tow.
“Was Mommy having a nightmare again?” Abby asked with concern.
Travis struggled to keep a straight face. “She was, princess.”
“Did Daddy make it better?”
Fuck, kill me now. “I sure did. Are you hungry, Abby?” Desperate to change the subject, Travis wondered if it was a good idea to soundproof their room. He always remembered to keep it quiet, but his wife was a different matter.
“Yes. You promised pancakes.”
Caitlin walked out from the bathroom. “Hey sweetie, you’re ready for breakfast?”
“I am, Mommy. Are you okay?”
Caitlin looked at Travis for direction, so he said, “Your nightmare.”
“Ah, yup, Daddy took care of me.”
“Okay, I brought Fred if you’re still scared,” Abby said, holding out her teddy bear.
Just then, another cry came crackling from the baby monitor.
“Looks like we made it just in time,” Caitlin muttered with a wry smile.
Travis bent down and leaned on his thighs, gazing into his daughter’s eyes. “Mommy’s fine, princess. She needs to take care of Connor. Why don’t you help Daddy prepare breakfast for Mommy, okay?”
Abby nodded vigorously. Travis stepped out of their room and let his daughter hang on his arm before he swung her up onto his shoulders. That never failed to elicit an excited squeal from his little girl.
He looked back at Caitlin, smiled, and winked.
Caitlin rockedher four-month old son Connor as he suckled on her breast. Her children never ceased to amaze her. That intensity of fulfillment and selfless love was so all-consuming, that all doubts of motherhood had long beenpermanently banished from her consciousness. She wouldn’t change a thing. Her perfect family of four.
If Abby was cut from an image of her, Connor was all Travis. Dark hair, blue eyes, this little boy would grow up as heartbreakingly handsome as his father. Caitlin’s heart swelled. Travis. Oh, how she loved him. Their love was as strong as ever; their bond unbreakable. With how hard Travis fought for them to finally be together, Caitlin had surrendered to him completely. They never took each other for granted. Ever.
Sure, they fought. What couple didn’t? Most of it still stemmed from Travis’s controlling nature and caveman ways. He was a bit better with his jealousy. Actually, she would be worried if he didn’t get jealous at all. Wonderful father, perfect husband, passionate lover—what more could a woman ask for? And he could be so sweet; Caitlin saw another side of him these past few months.
Unlike her first pregnancy where Caitlin couldn’t wait to have sex with Travis after the doctor gave the all clear, the weeks following Connor’s birth sent her into a period of zero sexual desire. It was also in stark contrast to her crazy libido during her two pregnancies where she couldn’t get enough of her husband. Travis happily informed her he was “her cock to command.” Six weeks was the norm when sexual relations could be resumed, but she found herself turning down advances from Travis. And Travis did notice and he stopped pushing her. Caitlin was afraid he would close in on himself and drown himself in work, but instead, he stepped up the non-sexual advances. He would text her sweet little notes throughout the day, come home with flowers, or massage her feet in a non-leading-to-sex kind of way. He’d make an effort to come home early to help out with the kids, especially with Abby, because Connor in the early months demanded plenty of attention. Her little boy still did.
Travis waited her out with all the patience of a saint. Shenever felt pressured and she showed her appreciation in return in small ways like a sweet kiss on the lips, a squeeze of the hand. She was just so exhausted because Connor seemed to be having endless growth spurts, feeding like crazy, and having unpredictable sleeping hours. After her son’s latest growing frenzy at three months, Travis insisted they get a nanny to help her out during the day, and she finally relented. What a big difference that made, and she was slowly feeling like herself once again.
Last week, after almost four months of no sex, Travis firmly told her he was taking her on a much needed night out. When she came back after dropping the kids off at her in-laws, she walked into the bedroom and realized Travis had come home early. She heard a groan. Her husband was jerking off in the shower.
She snuck a peek, and sure enough, he had his cock fisted and he was pumping away. His dirty-talking mouth was at work as well. “That’s it sunshine, suck my cock. Wrap those sweet lips around it … yeah.” Caitlin had felt her pussy twitch, and she trailed her fingers inside the waistband of her pants. Yup, she was wet, and she was back with a vengeance. Needless to say, that night, they had fucked in the car like teenagers before they went to his parents’ house to pick up the kids.
Poor body image, exhaustion, or stupid hormones—whatever caused this extended hiatus of her libido, she didn’t worry any longer. She had a man who would stick by her no matter what. She did lose most of the pregnancy weight thanks to breastfeeding, but she was now softer in some places, and she was fine with that. Because Travis made sure she knew he loved every part of her by worshipping every inch of her.
Connor gurgled in that cute way he usually did and brought her out of her ruminations. Caitlin gently got him in position to burp and tapped him on the back. That done, she resumed rocking him, her heart overflowing with love for herlittle boy, for sweet little Abby, and for Travis—the love of her life.
Travis whiskedthe pancake batter as he eyed his little girl tipping back her head to drink a tumbler of milk.
“Done!” Abby said proudly, nodding and lowering the tumbler on the countertop.
“Great job, princess,” Travis said, leaning in to affectionately swipe the milk mustache from his daughter.
“Mommy’s taking too long.”
“Connor was probably really hungry,” Travis said. Yep, his boy was growing fast. Caitlin had recovered differently with their second child. Although not terribly alarmed, it did bother him enough to seek advice from his Dad. He didn’t exactly say that Caitlin’s disinterest in sex was the problem, because Travis would go without as long as she was in his life, but he wasn’t a hypocrite to say that he wouldn’t be happier with all the hot sex they’d been having. His Dad was sharp, and did pick up on the root of the problem.