Page 14 of All Fired Up
“No, daddy, no,” he shrieks, stealing my heart even more. “Then I can’t go to geema and greepa’s.” Surprisingly, he’s not referring to my parents, but Helen’s. While he loves both sets, those are the names he bestowed upon my in-laws and the first time they heard us try to correct his pronunciations, they begged us not to. Saying how much they adore his version and that they were already dreading when he’d outgrow it.
They’d improved after learning we were pregnant with Murphy, but as his due date neared, any and all issues had disappeared. Forgiveness had been granted and we’d agreed to them moving here. We kept a close eye on them in the beginning, but they never stepped out of line and we soon realized they never would.
Previous hurts had been healed, bonds fully mended, and now my wife and Jason had the relationship they’d always dreamed of with their dad and mom.
Between Jai and Saira and my dad and mom, our kids want for nothing, and I’m not referring to monetary items. Once they’ve been picked up, Helen and I immediately have a quickie in the living room, followed by the bathroom as we take a shower together. Satisfied for the time being, we have a romantic candlelit dinner and adult conversation. We need it every now and then, as all parents do, but that doesn’t mean we don’t miss them when we pass their doors before heading to bed later that evening, sad that we won’t get to read them to sleep or get hugs and kisses prior to tucking them in.
After numerous orgasms, both of us heaving as we try to catch our breaths, we turn to each other and, without speaking, slide from under the covers and throw on clothes appropriate to leave the house in.
“Well,” Helen sighs as we get in our SUV and drive a few minutes down the road, “we almost made it to morning.” I snicker as she isn’t wrong. Not once have we ever made it through the entire night. Our sons have gotten so used to going to sleep in one home and waking in another that they sleep through the entire process.
Lightly knocking on the door, Jai and Saira laugh when they let us in, a twenty being exchanged as my highly amused, yet not surprised, mother-in-law taunts, “Told you.”
“Honey, should we be offended they’re betting on us?” Helen wants to know, not in the least actually upset. She cherishes every second of it. Sweetville not only gave us our future, it also gave her back her past.
Pulling her to me, needing her close as I think about how far we’ve come since that first day, I thank God for giving me a life most can only dream of.
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