Page 11 of Only His

“Hmm?” she hums, giving me a grin as I lean forward, kissing her softly.

“I didn’t want to upset you before the baby got here, but your dad texted me last week,” I tell her, watching her eyes widen in surprise. “Callie wouldn’t give him your new number. Said that he was the one that shut your old one off to try and punish you, so she wasn’t giving him any way to get hold of you and he’d have to figure it out himself.”

“Sounds like my best friend,” she says with a grin, and I nod glad she’s in my girl’s corner and always has been. “What did he want? Did he know about the baby?”

“No, I don’t think so. He said he wanted you to know that he’s sorry for letting your mother convince him to cut you off, cut you out of their lives. That while he still wasn’t quite certain he supported us, that he wanted a chance to see if that could change. Or at least still have some sort of relationship with you. He finished it off with the news that he and your mom are getting divorced,” I add, pulling a gasp from her as jerks up a bit and I slip my arm around her back while my other settles on top of hers over Matthew. “Shit, I’m sorry angel, I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“No, you didn’t. I…I’m sorry…I just…” She can’t talk around the giggles slipping out of her mouth and I take Matthew from her, kissing his little head, putting him in his bassinet before returning to her. I pull her into my arms, holding her with a smile as her giggles finally subside. “I’m sorry. I’m not upset by the news. Thrilled and shocked, but not upset. It’s needed to happen for years.”

“If you want me to respond to him, just let me know. I’ll support whatever you want, angel.”

“He was a good dad. Mom was always the crazy one and most of the time he did what she wanted to keep the peace. Their fights could be brutal, it was all verbal though, so I think that’s why I was so shocked when…”

“When you got off on being called a dirty little cock whore or being told you had a slutty pussy?” I tease her with, softly, in case someone comes in and she nods. “I think you like the praise that comes after it more though, when I tell you what a good little girl you are, you gush.”

“Stop,” she moans, giving me a pointed glare as two little wet spots form on her gown and fuck, I can’t wait to get her tits in my mouth while I’m fucking her. It won’t be for a bit, but I still want it. “You’re making me hot and since I just pushed a ten-pound watermelon…”

“Nine and a half,” I tease her earning another little glare as I kiss her, brushing her unruly hair from her eyes. “I know. I’ll be good, I promise pet. Which reminds me,” I add, moving over to the bag to get her necklace. She had to take it off while in labor in case she needed a c-section as the doctor was worried about with as big as our baby was showing. My girl did amazing though. Didn’t even tear I was told—whatever that means. I’m sure it’s a good thing but I couldn’t stand to read too much on what might happen during the actual birth, just the baby books on what to expect while she was pregnant and how to support her, and then how to take care of a baby once born.

I slip the necklace back on her and her smile as it latches fill my heart, and I know I’ll let her have whatever kind of relationship with her dad that she wants.

“Thank you, Mark,” she says, her tone making my dick harden, and I kiss her forehead, holding her until our boy wakes hungry. While he eats greedily from her plump tits, I messageher father back to let him know he’s a grandfather and to come to the hospital if he wants to meet his grandson per my wife’s request.

“I love you, angel. You too little guy, you make me and your mama very happy,” I whisper softly to them, and Ginny’s eyes answer me without the words being necessary, as she swallows hard against the tears sparkling in them.

Epilogue

Ginny

Iroll my neck, a sigh falling from my lips as the tension doesn’t ease. It hasn’t been this bad in years. Nothing really bothers me, or at least Mark never lets anything get to the point to bother me, but even he can’t stop my mother.

It’s been ten years since Mark claimed me as his on my birthday and I’ve only heard from her a handful of times. The last was five years ago when she showed up to Matthew’s birthday party and tried to make a fuss. Mark and Dad got her out of there before she could upset the kids. Her eyes disgusted when she saw all four of them—well, four counting the one that was in my belly at the time.

They threatened her I’m guessing, which is why I haven’t heard from her in all this time, but now here I am, getting ready to celebrate my twenty-eighth birthday and she’s asking me to go out to Florida to meet her fiancé. Of course she’d contact me today of all days, trying to act all motherly.

It’s been so nice without her in my life. Quiet—or as quiet as it can get with six boys. I gave up hope that I’d get to have a little girl to spoil after our fourth was a boy. I wouldn’t have mindedhaving one at all, but I would never give up any of my boys just to have one.

We never find out before they’re here, which draws some questions from others, but we like the wait and the surprise of it. Maybe because we had to wait so long for each other and the surprise of how well our needs meshed.

I respond back to the message with a simple ‘no’ then block the number, so she doesn’t try to hound me. She’s not ruining my birthday. We didn’t let her ten years ago and we won’t do it now either.

“What’s wrong, angel?” Mark asks coming back into the house, and I grin because he’s all alone. I swear that never happens. One of the boys always wants to come inside if he is and I lift a brow his way glancing at the door in question. “The boys are spending the night with their grandpa and new grandma—although they say she’s too young to be their grandma.”

I giggle at that because Mark and Dad find it amusing that the boys don’t think either is too old or too young to be their dad or grandpa, but Dad’s new wife is only seven years older than I am. Pam’s great though. She has no issues with me being closer to her age than she is to Dad’s and no issues with Mark being twenty-five years older than me.

She also lives out here, which is how she and Dad met to begin with. He came out to see the boys two years ago and saw her at the town fair, was instantly smitten although it took him six months to work up the nerve to ask her out, then a year after that to propose. She told him yes but only if he moved out here, something he was more than happy to do. They’ve been married five months now and the boys love going over to their house, spending the night to get some special time with their grandpa. They’ve never had all six overnight at the same time though so this might be interesting.

“Now, tell me, what’s wrong, angel?” Mark adds, holding my gaze until I tell him about Mom’s message and then me blocking her. “Good girl,” he states, and shit, it still makes my nipples hard when he calls me that. “I think my girl needs a birthday treat. Something extra special to help her relax, don’t you, angel?”

“Please,” I sigh, laughing when he picks me up, carrying me outside towards the barn, and fuck, I’m so wet just thinking of playing with him.

We definitely don’t get to nearly as much as we did before Matthew was born, or even before we had two kids. We’ll occasionally play in the bedroom, but it’s not to the degree we do when we’re in the barn.

The farm is more like a zoo now with all of the animals we have, but Mark never complains about them. He gets out there with me and the boys—and the three farmhands that we employ—to help feed and water and groom them. The older boys even know how to milk the cows. We have so many now it’s a bit crazy, but the boys love the fresh milk and homemade butter too much to stop getting new ones when our older girls are done producing. And I can’t bear to sell them off because they can’t produce milk anymore, so one of the hands does nothing but tend to our cows, while the other two help us with the rest of the menagerie.

It’s late afternoon so I’m surprised to not see any of them as Mark carries me into the barn. Our playroom has expanded over the years and I’m pretty sure all three of our hands know what it’s used for—at least on the surface, because Mark had it soundproofed and expanded when they added on the addition. It’s probably a good thing he did it because the day after Mark and I had a little fun—normal fun and not our game fun thankfully—Jones couldn’t quite meet my gaze, and I know he likely heard us. He didn’t say a word then and still doesn’t now,but normally Mark’s a little more discreet when he brings me out here.

“Gonna fuck this pussy so hard, angel. Give you the best treat ever,” Mark teases me as he shuts the door behind us, before pulling me down off his shoulder with ease, despite the extra thirty pounds now on my frame. Our boys put it on me, but Mark’s never complained when it didn’t come off. He still kisses every inch of my body, and I love it and him so much.

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