Page 105 of Sweet Chaos
Our names are inked over his heart. Scarlett. Everly. Isla. They are my heart, and he gives us life.
I watch the girls dart to the water’s edge only to get scooped up in Dylan’s arms. They’re shrieking with laughter as he throws one over each shoulder in a fireman’s carry and jogs across the beach, headed straight toward me. To think I get that DILF every single day and night. How lucky am I?
I cross the street and meet them on the beach path as he sets Everly and Isla on their feet.
“Mommy, we’re building a castle,” Everly says, her blue eyes wide, her hand pointing at the sand castle they were building before they’d gotten sidetracked.
“I can see that.”
“Now we’re hungry,” Isla says.
Everly nods enthusiastically and rubs her tummy. “Really, really hungry.”
“Starving for somethin’ sweet. Like Daddy.”
“I’ll bet,” I mutter.
Dylan chuckles and pulls me into a kiss.
“I saw you had a couple admirers.”
He gives me a crooked grin. “Jealous?”
“Pfft. Why would I be jealous? I have my very own DILF.”
His grin stretches wider and he leans in close, his voice low in my ear. “You want me to throw you over my knee and give you a spanking? You can call me Daddy.”
I snort laugh and shove him away. Bet he’d love that.
“Daddy. We want ice cream.”
“Ice cream, ice cream, ice cream,” they chant knowing damn well their daddy will get them anything their hearts desire. They have him wrapped around their cute little fingers.
“Only one scoop this time.”
“With sprinkles.” They fold their hands in prayer and Dylan’s nodding his head in agreement. I snicker. He shoots me a look.
“Sucker.”
“You want ice cream, Starlet?”
“Do I get two scoops?”
He winks. “And extra sprinkles.”
“You drive a hard bargain.” I smile. “I love you.”
“Love you more.”
* * *
Dylan
The sun is starting to sink into the sky and I pull Starlet into my lap, burying my face in the crook of her neck and breathing her in. She smells like honey and vanilla and suntan lotion. She smells like home. She turns her face to mine and my mouth captures hers, my tongue sweeping into her mouth. She tastes like sunshine and the freshly squeezed lemonade she drank earlier. She tastes like the good kind of love.
I never thought a guy like me would ever find this kind of happiness. My girls are my world. They’re everything that’s good and true and I’m fucking amazed every single day that this is my life.
Never in my wildest dreams had I imagined that I’d go from having nothing to having everything. Because of her. The girl who believed in me even when I didn’t deserve it. I like to think that her love has made me a better man. I like to think that I’ve come a long way from the place where I started.
I am hers, and she is mine, and we are everything.
THE END
