Page 55 of Mic Drop

She giggles. “I want him to have your green eyes and amazing lips. Not to mention your personality.”

“Oh no. The only way I’d have a baby with you is if we had a girl with blonde hair and gray eyes. Whip smart, like her mother.”

She sits up. “I forgot. Our son will have to be able to sing like his daddy and perform in front of thousands of fans.”

I force myself upright next to her. “Our daughter will go to school and get her graduate degree like her mother, and set the world on fire.” I cross my arms across my chest.

Jenna laughs, a full-on sound that makes my heart sing. Her face collapses into my lap, where I stroke her long hair. After a bit, she regains her composure and leans against the headboard.

“I love that we just had a fight about whether we’re having a son or a daughter.” She wipes a stray tear away from her eye.

“It wasn’t a fight,” I correct. “We were talking about our hopes for the future. Not an immediate problem to be resolved.”

“Well.” She places her palms onto the bed and sits straight up. “What we did, we did. It was amazing.” She leans over to kiss me. “Given where I am in my cycle, it’s highly unlikely I could get pregnant. Plus, we’re married, so it doesn’t really matter at all anyway.”

I puff out my chest. “You don’t think my super sperm could knock you up, wrong time of the month and all?”

She dissolves into another fit of laughter. “Super sperm?!” Her laugh is contagious. Soon I’m fighting my own chuckles. I bite the inside of my lip, but one still escapes.

Her hands go around my naked waist. “How about this, Mr. Super Sperm?” She laughs again. “We make sure to use condoms from now on and not worry about it. One day, whether in nine months or a few years, we’ll have kids. Never fear, you’ll be a fantastic father.” She crawls on her knees up to me and kisses my mouth.

This time, I don’t hesitate. If she thinks I’ll be a good father, perhaps I will. Or, more likely, she’ll make up for my poor showing by being the best mother ever. My lips meet hers again and we make slow, sweet love under the inky sky.

At three in the morning, we weave into the bedroom and Jenna yawns. “I have a few hours before the limo comes to take me away. Why don’t you get some sleep?” We crawl into bed.

Her arms encircle my neck. “I’m the luckiest woman on earth.”

I don’t respond, simply lie in bed holding my wife. Jenna is so much more than I deserve. I bury my face in her soft locks and breathe in her goodness.

My alarm goes off four hours later, and I blink awake. Next tome, Jenna stirs. I watch as she turns to her side, my fingers stroking her body. When I tweak her nipple, her eyes pop open.

“I like waking up like this.”

“Me too.” I kiss her because I can. Under the laws of New York and God, we belong to each other.

After I make her squirm, shatter, and scream, we sit up. “Shower?”

“I don’t want to wash you off my body.”

When she says something like that, I almost relent. However, it’s now after eight, and I’m being picked up in under two hours. “I don’t either, Sweetheart. But reality intrudes.” I toss the blankets off our cooling bodies.

Taking her hand, we walk into the bathroom where we brush our teeth and hop into the oversized shower. She holds onto the shelf as I pummel her from behind, and she comes all over my cock. I pull out and jerk off onto her back with a loud groan.

Once we’re washed and clean, we go to the kitchen, where she makes pancakes while I prepare the coffee. “I’m going to miss you,” she admits.

“Not any more than I’m going to miss you. But we have Zoom. And texting. And phones. We can make it through these next couple of weeks, and then I’m off for fourteen days. We can go to Secluded Rest and fuck our way through our entire new house.”

She pauses from flipping a pancake. “I still can’t believe that’s ours.” She emphasizes the last word.

“All I have is yours, Sweetheart. Including access to the band’s private jet, which I plan on using as often as possible.”

She plates a pancake and makes one for herself. “I have to stay here for Ma.” Her voice dips.

“I know. I wouldn’t have it any other way. Enjoy your two weeks with her. Make her watch our shows on YouTube.”

Jenna points the spatula at me. “What are you planning?”

“Guess you’ll both have to watch to find out.” I pour syrup ontothe pancake, wishing I were putting it onto her sexy body. This fantasy will have to wait another two weeks.

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