Page 25 of Dean Daddy

“It’s my birthday? How did you know?” Mason teases them.

“We baked you a cake and we got you presents. Don’t tell Mommy that I told you but there are balloons in the kitchen,” Mattie shouts.

“I think you may have just told her,” Michael scolds her. “Inside voice, jeez.”

Mason laughs and says, “Let’s go see these secret balloons.”

The trio enters the kitchen and Mason grins, “There’s my beautiful wife and baby girl.” He tries to come over to me, but Michael and Mattie won’t have it.

“Daddy, look! See the balloons?” Mattie cries.

“Oh my goodness. Those are amazing balloons. Thank you so much,” Mason tells them and slips away as they argue over who gets to play with them now that Daddy has seen them.

He kisses me on the lips and says, “I missed you today. I like catching a glimpse of your sexy body in the hall every day. It might be time for a private meeting with me in my office again.”

“I think that might be where Mattie came from,” I grin. “Now that this little girl is sleeping, I need to lay her down and get your birthday dinner out of the oven.”

“I’ll take her for you, baby girl,” he smiles and lifts the baby out of my arms.

He returns and we sit down for dinner, but all Michael and Mattie can think about is cake and presents and they chatter more than they eat.

“These children are going to lose their minds if we don’t finish soon,” I tell Mason.

“Hey, I’m the birthday boy. I’m gonna lose my mind if I don't get some cake and presents soon,” Mason says in a semi-serious voice, causing the kids to come to his defense.

“Come on, Mommy. Daddy needs cake and presents,” they singsong in unison.

“Alright, alright. This time only you can have dessert without finishing your dinner. Got it?”

“We got it!” Mattie shouts.

I go to the living room and collect Mason’s gifts while he lights his own candles and sets the cake on the table. I return and lead the children in a rousing rendition of the “Happy Birthday” song. He blows out his candles and I begin handing him his gifts. He tears through the wrapping and oohs and ah’s for the children’s benefit. He finishes and dishes out cake to the little ones, and I call him into the living room.

“I have something else for you but it needs to wait until the kids go to bed,” I tell him.

“Does it include putting my hands all over your hot, naked body?” he places one hand on my neck and the other on my left breast.

“You can have that, too, but this is something else,” I grin.

“Alright, sold. I’ll help you get them to bed so you can give me all of my gifts,” he winks and slaps me on the butt.

Once the kids are in bed, Mason and I settle in on the sofa. He puts his arm around me and holds me as we watch the fire flicker and snap in the fireplace.

“So where is this present that’s preventing me from making love to my wife on my birthday?” he asks me.

“It’s not a material thing. It’s something that I have to tell you.”

“Oh, speaking of material things, I have something for you,” he reaches down beside his leg and hands me a small, black box.

“Did you seriously buy me a gift for your birthday?”

“You are my birthday present every year. Consider this my way of showing my appreciation for that.”

I open the box and gaze at the beautiful gold and sapphire heart pendant inside.

“It’s beautiful, daddy. Thank you so much. I love it,” I tell him as I slip the necklace out of the box.

He takes it from my hand and places it around my neck. “You’re welcome, baby girl. Now, what do you want to tell me?”

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