Page 34 of Felonies are Forever

“Baby, I am not missing one moment of these kids’ lives. Even the stupid ones. Just relax and enjoy. Thad only graduates once from kindergarten, remember. Live in the moment, babygirl.” He leans down to kiss my lips hard, his tongue entering me slowly.

If I were wearing panties, they would be taking a hit, but since he chose my clothes—as he usually does—today is a skirt and no panties day.

A few other families are trickling in late with us. I love this part, coming to the school with Thorne, because you can see the barely veiled lust in the eyes of the other moms. And, well, some of the dads as well when they look at Thorne.

He is still a sexual force unlike any I think may exist anywhere else on this beautiful planet. It’s funny, I’ll catch women looking at him, squirming in their seats, and I’m filled with a sense of gratitude and pride that he is my man. Will always be my man. I’ve never had even a second of doubt that he has eyes only for me.

Inside the school, we file in with the last of the stragglers and take seats to watch the little extravaganza. As soon as Thad sees us, he’s jumping up and down, waving and giggling.

Later we have Christopher, Angela and Mrs. Takashima coming to the house for a little dinner.

Thorne has all but retired now, and Christopher has taken over many of Thorne’s former duties. The Sweet Spot now has a branch in all fifty states as of last week. Money is never a concern, but it’s not what drives us, it never could. What drives us is us. This.

Our family.

The bond we share.

Thorne filled me up with two rounds of cum already this morning. We want six kids. That’s our magic number. But conceiving hasn’t been as easy, even after the first one-shot score with Thad Jr.

We just keep trying. That’s never going to be a problem for us. Thorne’s goal is a minimum of four orgasms a day for me, and most days he exceeds that, overachiever that he is. I’m a lucky girl.

“Cee, pay attention.” He chides me. He’s the most doting parent I’ve ever met. Never misses an event, field trip, doctor’s appointment, mid-night bed wetting…he’s Captain Super Dad, and every day I’m amazed by him. “Thad’s turn.”

Our little man is a carbon copy of his dad, minus the ink. He’s even dressed in a matching dark wool suit made by the same tailor that Thorne uses. Thad walks across the stage staring out at the crowd with a goofy smile to accept his diploma.

My father passed away two years ago now. I got a letter from an attorney informing me that the entire estate was left to me. I’m not sure if that was my dad’s way of saying he was sorry, or just because I’m his only surviving relative and he had to leave it to someone. I guess I’ll never know, but I didn’t want any of it. I sold everything. The business as well.

I mean, the legitimate part of the Import/Export business. What was left of it anyway. It’s funny, I didn’t have a single moment of melancholy about getting rid of it all. Thorne, our family, our home, that’s filled me with so much joy, there is not much that can hurt me now.

I set up a charity with all the funds from the liquidation of the estate and my inheritance, one that would serve the community around Mrs. Takashima’s grocery. Helping families with medical and dental care costs, mainly. I don’t run it, because Thorne and I have our hands full with the kids and thehouse, and the growing barnyard of miscellaneous farm animals that seem to keep finding us.

The barn now houses two horses, five goats, an alpaca, three pot belly pigs and two miniature donkeys. We have hired help to keep up with it all, but we still take time every day to muck in and do our chores.

Thorne and I have a few friends, but the truth is, we are so greedy about each other that most of our time is spent at home, just us and the kids. We have a dinner once a month at the house where we invite patients we’ve gotten to know at the clinic, as well as employees from The Sweet Spot. We socialize, but at the end of the day, Thorne and I are always laying our heads on the pillows together.

Dr. Stinson’s little circus got shut down shortly after Thad was born. Seems the IRS came calling and the good doctor spent a couple years in the care and keeping of a federal penitentiary.

The little graduation ends and we all start to clap. The fifteen kindergarteners take a final bow then run like lemmings off the stage to their parents. Thad is pulling at Thorne first, as he rubs our eldest’s head and tells him how proud he is.

We make our way back outside. The sun is warm now and the breeze is picking up.

“You look so fucking beautiful, babe.” Thorne whispers as he offers his arm for me to walk down the three steps at the front of the school.

Little Thad is off, running with a few other kids toward the little playground, and Becky pulls at my arm trying to follow.

“Let her go, babe. Let’s go sit and watch for a bit. Fucking beautiful day. Let’s live in this moment.” Thorne smiles and I can’t resist, I just melt.

I let go of Becky’s hand and she goes squealing toward the other kids, her little yellow dress flouncing with each of her uneven toddler strides.

We settle on a stone and wood bench off at the corner of the playground and listen to the excited voices of a cast of about eight kids, all giddy from too much fruit punch and unlimited cookies.

Thorne kisses the baby’s head as he stirs, then shifts him so he’s cradled in the crook of one arm. The sight sends my heart soaring. There is nothing like the sight of a tough bad boy showing his love for his family.

“So.” Thorne looks down at me with a wicked grin, which tells me he’s up to something.

I purse my lips and flutter my eyelashes. “Sooooo.” I know something’s up as he throws his other arm around my shoulders and tucks me tighter against him.

He stares up at the sky for a second, then shifts a bit sideways toward me. “Do you know what today is?”

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