I thought it was the cutest thing. One by one, I clipped his toenails so that he could finally get some relief. I instructed Essence on how to do the same. We then cut his cuticles and removed the buildup around them. Once we’d used all the sharp utensils, it was Emorey’s turn to join the party.
After, I sat next to Luca while watching the girls make a mess of his at-home pedicure station. We’d brought the works, and they used every single product on his feet. I could admit that he probably needed it. He hadn’t had any foot care for over eight years. His toes were in need of some love and care.
When it was finally time to empty the water, all I could do was laugh. It was full of lotions, scrubs, oils, and everything in between. The gunky, discolored mixture looked like it would’ve stunk but it smelled pretty good. Luca had been forced to lay back while the girls started his facial while I handled emptying the bowl.
He’s a good one, I thought as I left them to their madness. Though facials were supposed to be a relaxing time, his would be everything but. With Emorey and Essence fighting over his head, I was certain the cucumbers they’d put on his eyes would be coming off soon for him to fuss a tad bit to get the girls to cooperate.
I made my way to the kitchen sink and emptied the water from the new pedicure bowl we’d purchased. As I stood there, looking around Luca’s kitchen, I couldn’t help but consider just how blessed my girls and I were. In a month’s time, we’d gone from scarcity to abundance.
And in the last nearly three months of being with Luca, we’d been showered with so much love from him that my only real job in our relationship was reciprocating what he was producing. I’d dreamed of a better situation for Emorey and Essence, and we’d been placed in one the minute we touched down in Channing. From Lyric to my mother to Mrs. Einsenberg to Luca, everyone had our best interest at heart and worked together to make our lives a breeze.
“Thank you, God.” My emotions led me to say.
Because my deed was done and I hadn’t approved the facial the girls were giving Luca, I made my way upstairs. While on my way, I ended up passing by the new set of supplies Luca had bought for the dog’s room. I still wasn’t convinced that a dog was a good idea, but I wouldn’t have to deal with it much so I wasn’t complaining. In three weeks, he’d be leaving training and coming to live with Luca. The only time I’d see him was when I came over, and I was already considering how much less I’d visit.
Decompressing was heavy on my heart as I made it to Luca’s bedroom and laid across his bed. Naturally, my hand went to my belly and began making circular movements. We hadn’t confirmed my pregnancy but my cycle still hadn’t shown up to the party. I found myself a little more tired than usual, and my irritability was at an all-time high. It was obvious to both Luca and me. But until we knew for sure, we weren’t sharing the news with anyone.
“Hey,” I heard Luca call out as I batted my eyes, trying to adjust to the darkness that surrounded me. Exhaustion had worn me down, and I’d fallen asleep in the same position.
“Hey,” I stirred, wiping my eyes as I sat up, “what time is it?”
“It’s after ten.”
“Oh wow. I need to get the girls ready for bed. Essence has her first day of school tomorrow.”
“I know. They’re already in bed and resting. We even picked out her first day of school fit. If you ask me, my baby is about to be the flyest first grader in that bitch.”
My baby. Hearing him constantly refer to the girls as his tore away at my emotions every time. I’d longed for this type of love for my girls. Though I gave them plenty, they needed a father, and Luca had been stepping up to the plate since before he even got to meet them.
“Let you tell it, your baby is the flyest first grader of all the lands.”
“Do we have a hater in the house?” Luca asked, pulling the covers back for us to lie underneath.
“No. Just stating facts. For the record, I think she’s the flyest first grader, too.”
“Then we can agree on something.”
“Ummm hmmmm.”
“How are you feeling, mommas?” Luca’s tone changed, making it obvious that he was referring to my possible pregnancy. He was aware of the loss of Dylan and wanted to make sure that it didn’t happen again, although I’d had two healthy children since.
“I’m fine. I was tired earlier when I came upstairs but now I’m fine.”
“Come ’ere,” he demanded after he’d slid into bed.
I’d rubbed off on him something awful. Just like me, he wanted to feel my skin against his every chance that he got. At the most random moments, I’d feel his hands caressing me or his skin brushing against mine.
Instead of getting in bed beside Luca, I climbed on top of him. My hormones were raging, and I wanted him inside of me immediately. The bulge in his briefs wasn’t a surprise and neither was his hard dick when I removed it and it sprang to life. It popped me right on the stomach.
“He misses me.”
“We both do,” Luca responded.
I leaned forward and allowed the spit to fall from my mouth and onto the head of his dick. My precision was always commendable when lubricating his rigidness. I lifted the big t-shirt that I wore of his and clutched the extra fabric in my hand. Luca’s dick penetrated my pussy with ease, proving what I’d said time and time again. He was made for me. My body was carved and contoured to match his perfectly.
“Ummmmmmmmmm.”
Simultaneously, we sighed as I rested on my throne. My pussy was dripping and ready to milk Luca for every drop of nut that he had. I wouldn’t cut him loose until he begged me to and, being that he could go at least two rounds, I knew I had to work my ass off to make that happen.
