Page 31 of Echoes in the Night

Putting my tools away, I dust off my hands and follow the kids into the yard. My wife is on the porch, one two-year-old in her arms, the other latched onto her leg. They woke up early from their nap which means a cranky night later.

Two sets of fraternal twins. Who would have thought. The doctor explained that Maura sometimes hyperovulates, but probably not every time. Just so happens we hit it twice.

Jonah and Tilly were named after my grandparents. Daniel and Reenie after hers. I disengaged Daniel from his grasp on her leg before taking Reenie in my other arm and giving them both a quick kiss.

Grabbing my shirt, Maura pulls me in. “I need one of those.”

Her kiss is more of a promise for later. “Humm, one is never enough.”

She laughs. “Boy don’t I know.”

After dinner I corral the two older ones and get them through their baths and into bed. I kiss each goodnight. “School tomorrow, then soccer practice.”

I arrive in the bathroom in time to take a screaming Reenie. “What’s wrong my sweet?”

“She’s a daddy’s girl and you weren’t here,” Maura huffs.

“She’s the only one who prefers me over you. Give me some slack.” I cuddle and coo at my little love who looks just like her mommy.

Numerous bedtime books and close to an hour later, my wife wraps her arms around me as I finish up the dishes.

I turn, pulling her into my embrace. The feel of her pressed against me ignites the ever-present fire I have for her. “My beautiful, precious wife, where have you been all day?”

“Here my love, waiting for this, our quiet time.”

“Wanna shower together?”

“Race you!” She smiles and bolts down the hall to the master suite.

I’ve remodeled the old cabin twice. What used to be the bedroom is now the living dining area. I added a large master suite and extended the front porch. The roof was raised and we added two bedrooms and storage to the upper level. After the second birth the girls now share one room and the boys the other. The house is always busy and the sounds of laughter and love have healed me.

Maura’s business took off to the point some big-time clothier bought her out. She still designs for them, and we carry her line in the shop on main street, although someone else runs it for us.

She turned her childhood home into a shelter for abused women and one of the other building her father was running into the ground into a treatment facility for those suffering from PTSD.

Now she’s a stay-at-home mom doing the PTA, volunteering at the school and meeting with half the other moms in town for playdates. She no longer feels like an outsider.

Maura is already under the water when I join her. “Hand me the shampoo. I want to wash your hair.”

“You always want to wash my hair then spread the bubbles all over me.”

“True, but you like it.”

“Humm, yes I do, because I like to return the favor.”

After bathing her completely and bringing her to one orgasm with my hand, she turns in my arms and pushes me to the wall.

After soaping me completely from head to foot, she drops to her knees before me and takes my cock in her hand. “Babe?”

“It’s been two weeks since we’ve gotten them all down at the same time. It’s my turn to play.”

“Oh babe, I love our play dates.” Sliding my fingers in her damp hair, I simply cup her head, needing to be connected to her. After a quick rinse, her eager mouth on my cock has me hard and primed in minutes.

Lifting her I turn her against the wall and enter her in one thrust. “Yes, Jax, yes.”

“I love you, Maura. You are my everything.”

“I know my love, I know.”

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