Page 96 of Mister Mom

“I’m excited for the kids this weekend.” I pull her into my arms. Payne and Via have been gone for a week with Carver.

“Speaking of…” She widens her eyes. “You can kiss these sneak-aways goodbye for a while once they return.”

“There’s closets and I can find a nook or two for us to get it on.” I raise my eyebrows a few times.

A loud bang hits the trailer door.

“Mommy!” Payne says.

I let Layla go and sneak away into the bathroom. I hear her open the door and the nanny she and Carver share is here for the exchange.

“Thank you. No, we’ve got it from here. Go take some time for yourself this afternoon,” she says. Layla chats up the nanny for a bit about how the trip was.

Payne’s footsteps echo in the small trailer as he runs up and down its length. “Vance!”

“Van?” Via says and my heart warms knowing they’re looking for me.

Thankfully, that green monster that arose inside me when Carver came back in the picture has been replaced with gratitude at seeing them so happy with both of their parents in their lives.

I open the bathroom door and grab Via as she runs by. She screams and I tickle her chest, making her laugh.

“Vance!” Payne jumps on my back and soon both kids are attached to me.

The trailer door shuts and Layla plucks Via from my arms.

“I missed you,” she says, drowning her with kisses. Via swats at her mom, but from the giggles escaping her I know she’s loving it.

“What are we gonna do?” Payne asks.

“Well, we have an afternoon of shooting and then we’re going to have some fun.”

“Yay!” Payne screams.

These kids have it made. Come home from a vacation on an island and then Disneyland that next weekend.

The four of us leave the trailer and head to the studio for filming. We drop off Via at the daycare area we put in for all the employees. That move earned me an extra blow job or two.

I slide up on the chair with my name on the back and Payne hops onto the one with his.

“No nanny today?” Payne asks.

I ruffle his hair. “Who’s your manny?” I smile.

“You are!”

“Hey, come here.” I motion with my finger for him to come closer.

His smile widens like I just offered him a giant ice cream sundae and he jumps down off his chair and into my lap. “What?”

“What would you think if I was your stepdaddy?”

His eyes bulge out like I just placed the ice cream sundae in front of him with a king-size candy bar sticking out of it.

“You can’t tell Mommy.” I glance around the studio to make sure she’s still in makeup.

“Why not?” He bites his little lip.

“This is going to be our secret until I ask her tomorrow.”

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