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“No idea,” I grunt, ripping part of the drywall down and tossing it into a heap on the floor. “There is the amusement park. I thought maybe I could get fast passes for the day for the three of us.”
“Three? Ow, you bitch!” Atlas flips off the hammer that fell on his foot. Who in the fuck allowed that man to have a tool?
“Yeah,” I breathe out, wiping away the sweat off my brow. “Me, her, and Wade.”
“I think the point of a date is for you and Sunday to go out,” Derek mutters as he continues with his corner of the drywall. I roll my eyes.
“Why would we do that? I’m not leaving Wade behind.” Memories of my mom going out on dates where Indy and I had to stay behind, or worse, had to go stay with a friend so it looked like she didn’t have kids came into my head. I shake them out. I understand why she did it, but it didn’t make it hurt any less, and that’s not something I plan on doing to Wade.
“Hey, boys,” Ren smiles as she carries in bags of takeout and drinks.
“Princess!” Atlas scolds, rushing over to grab everything. “I told you to text me, and I would help you.” He sets the food on our makeshift workbench before turning back and kissing Ren.
“Atlas, I love you, but if you don’t stop treating me like I’m ill, I’m going to hurt you.” Atlas waves her off as he goes to his knees and lifts her shirt and kisses her stomach.
“Do you hear how your mommy talks to me?” He smirks as Ren turns pink and pushes her shirt down.
“Enough, you’re going to make the guys puke,” she hisses, though her grin tells me she enjoys it.
“Pffft. They are just jealous that I have you as my beautiful wife and I’m going to be a daddy.” He leans down and kisses Ren again, and yeah, I do have a small pang of envy. I don’t understand why, though. Never have I wanted a wife or kid. Even with Shannon, I never saw it going that way. A wife and baby just sound like more opportunities to disappoint people. To turn out just like my father.
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“So,”I say, my voice low for fear of disturbing the delicate dance Sunday is performing. No, not that kind of dance, this one is far deadlier. “How has she not tried to kill you yet?”
Sunday scoffs as she clips the last three nails on Alice’s foot before letting the hissing bird run away. “Trust me, she’s tried one day, Wade over there.” She points to the boy who is consoling Alice. “Will be doing this, or I’ll have a house where Alice can run outside and dig so the nails won't be a problem.” I watch her clean up and wash her hands. “Fun way to spend your Friday night, huh?” she laughs before handing me a beer.
“Yeah,” I smile as I twist the top off. “So, about our date, did you want to pick the outing, or should I?” Sunday takes a sip of her own beer as she shrugs.
“I asked, so you pick.” She grins and I smirk while nodding my head.
“Well, I was thinking this Sunday we could get fast passes for the amusement park and spend the day there.” Sunday pulls her leg up to rest her head on her knee. I watch as Wade sets Alice down and walks into the kitchen to wash his own hands.
“Yeah, that could be fun. The whole day, though?”
“What?” I laugh. “Are you two going to be bored with me after an hour or something?”
I watch as Sunday and Wade both stiffen before looking at each other, neither speaking. “What?” I ask slowly. “Did I figure out your plan or something?”
“What do you mean‘you two’?” Sunday asks, and I use my finger to gesture between her and Wade.
“You and you.”
“But…” Wade looks from his mom to me. “It’s a date, you should want to do that with mom.” Shrugging, I take another swig of my beer.
“I do want to go on a date with your mom, but I want to go with you, too. You’re a package deal. Besides, given how your mom acted with flyboarding, I feel like I’m going to need a buddy to ride with on the bigger coasters.” I watch as Wade fights a smile before he can no longer hold it back.
“Mom!” He runs over and looks at the stunned woman. “Can I really go?” Sunday, apparently still at a loss for words, nods, causing Wade to cheer. Wade runs over to me and gives me a hug, throwing me off guard, before running to his room.
After a silent moment, I finally regain my composure and look at the wide-eyed woman. “Did I do something wrong?” I ask hesitantly. I watch her set her beer down before grabbing my hand and pulling me out of the apartment. She opens the door to mine and looks around.
“Where’s Indy?” she asks.
“At Ren–Oof” Sunday jumps on me, wrapping her legs around my waist and pressing her lips to mine. I stumble backwards, my back hitting the wall as her tongue plunges deep into my mouth. I groan as my one hand goes to cup her ass and the other grabs the back of her head. Spinning around, I push her against the wall and break the kiss just long enough to rip her shirt off with a flourish. I toss it over my shoulder before lifting her up higher, so her bouncy tits are level with my face.
“Jesus Christ, your tits are so perfect I feel like I need to bow my head and give thanks.” Her chuckle is breathy as she arches her back.
“You don’t think they are too small?” she asks softly. Sure, Sunday has a petite chest, I don’t think they are too small. They’re perfect. I love that my hands can consume them, dominate them, own them.
