Page 5 of The Chosen Two

“Shhhhhh. We have to stay quiet, or I’ll have to find a way to keep you quiet. Understand?”

I nod.

“Good.” He presses his lips to my mouth. His kiss is hard and deep and delicious and makes my back arch in desire. He then gently kisses my chest and belly as he makes his way down to where I want him most. He pulls my panties down and off. When he spreads my legs, he looks at me as if I’m a feast he’s been looking forward to indulging in for far too long. I know I am dripping, waiting for him to partake. I press myself towards him, I need him to make me forget the insanity of my day.

Then his mouth is on me, sucking and licking. I arch my back, grateful to lose myself in this pleasure. I easily free my wrists from their bonds (he’s too nervous to tie me up for real), and I weave my fingers into his hair. I’m finally getting out of my head and into the moment when he stops. He shifts his position so his cock is at my entrance and slips in. I close my eyes and try to latch onto my own satisfaction, but after having four kids, I don’t get much pleasure from this position anymore. However, since I’m not the one leaving on a business trip to the city of sin in the morning, I’ll let him have it his way tonight.

He finishes, and as he rolls away from me to check his email, I’m left with an orgasm that never came. The sex felt good, but the older I get, the weight isn’t the only thing that’s hard to get off. Normally, I’d be pissy afterward, at him as well as at my own body for letting me down. But I honestly have too much on my mind to worry about not being properly pleasured right now.

I have one quick thought before I finally fall into what ends up being a ridiculously restless sleep: I’m sure when I wake up tomorrow, everything will be totally normal, and all the strange events from today will feel like a far-off dream.

Chapter 3

Miranda

WhileIneverenjoyhaving to wake up, today I’m absolutely terrified to open my eyes when the alarm on my phone sounds at 6:15 a.m., as usual. I scrunch my eyes tighter for a second, thinking about everything weird from yesterday. How much weirder can it get though, right? Okay. Let’s do this.

I turn off the alarm and sit up, looking around suspiciously. The house seems pretty normal. Sammy and Jake are snuggled together next to me, as usual. I slide silently out of bed and take a lap to peek in at my sleeping children before I go into the bathroom to get ready for the unknown day ahead.

Once I am done brushing my teeth, I flip on the light.

“Time to get up!” My voice is a little shakier and less cheerful than usual, although I’m fairly certain Jake and Sammy won’t notice, considering they’re both still seventy-five percent asleep.

On my second walk down the hall, I see Jessie and Phoebe already up and fighting in the bathroom, per usual. In Natalie’s room, I settle in for our morning snuggles, knowing I need them more than she does this morning.

“Good morning, love bug. Five minutes of snuggles, then time to get out of bed. Okay?”

She nods sleepily and snuggles in.

Normally, I melt around her, but today I stay rigid, my eyes open and darting around her room. When my timer goes off, I kiss her head and give her a final, “Time to wake up, Sweets,” and then I head back to my room. Maybe Jake and Sammy did notice that something was different in my demeanor this morning because they’re awake and getting ready before I return to my room.

Damn straight. I nod to myself and head down to the kitchen.

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As soon as breakfast is on the table, I pull back the curtain and stare out the window, silently willing the fox to come back. I need to see it again, to see that I was mistaken. Surely, it didn’t have three tails. There must be an explanation for what I saw. Maybe it had one super fluffy tail. One supercalifragilisticexpealidociously fluffy tail. Or maybe the fox was just waving its tail so fast that it looked like three tails.

“Um, Mom…what are you doing?” Jessie’s voice pulls me out of my daze, for now. Usually, the only similarity between them is their light brown hair color, but now they both stand inside the doorway and stare as if they caught me kissing Santa Claus.

“Oh, I was just looking outside. Looks like another beautiful day!” I pull the curtain all the way open.

“Oooookay…. Ouch. Phoebe!” Jessie hops around on one foot, nursing the toes her sister just stomped.

Phoebe’s arms are outstretched towards me in a dramatic gesture while her stick straight hair swings back and forth to accentuate her point. “Give the poor woman a break! Maybe she just needed a mental vacation for a moment!”

I shake my head to bring myself back to now. I’m not sure if Phoebe meant to be kind, or to roast me, but I don’t have the time or energy to spend analyzing which scenario was more probable, so I push it out of my mind.

“Okie dokie then. Pheebs, don’t forget your cello. You have orchestra today. Jessie, did you finish your book report?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Okay, great. But please don’t ma’am me.”

I am not in my normal flow this morning and keep forgetting what it is I should be doing. While I grab bowls and spoons instead of plates and forks, Natalie and Sammy come in together.

Sammy is noticeably frazzled. His fingers are tangled in his curls, holding on to keep from smacking his sister. “Oh my god, Nat! She is not my girlfriend!”

All other sound in the room cuts off abruptly, and for Jessie and Phoebe to put aside their fighting to listen in on their siblings’ is really showing how the topic at hand is surprising us all. We all freeze, A Tableau of a Family at Breakfast.

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