Page 61 of She Wolf

We’ve commandeered half the dining table and set about adding to it. So far, we have a police station, firehouse, hospital, a few houses, shipping docks, and of course the Millennium Falcon, but we’ve got plans for a lot more, including a hockey arena.

Coralie’s insisting that if it gets any bigger, we’re going to need to play with it in the garage. Otto was a very neat man and left it spotless so I’ll offer to cordon some of it off and then we can build it as big as we like.

I’m having such a good time I almost want to freeze time; it’s been that good. The only thing that makes me want the evening to come to an end is the thought of Coralie all to myself for our first night.

When Jack goes to get washed up for dinner, Coralie comes over to stand at my side and runs her hands through my hair. I can’t help but lean into it. I’ve wanted her tender touch for so long, I’m greedy for it.

“Thank you for doing this. It means the world to me.”

“Me too. I love hanging out with him, you know that.” She nods and runs her nails over my scalp and down the back of my neck. It’s over all too quickly as she heads back to the stove, but I manage to pinch her ass as she goes, making her giggle.

Just as I’m throwing the last of the loose bricks into the container Jack starts to cry. I get up out of the dining chair to go to him, but she beats me to it. He’s sitting on the toilet, trousers round his ankles, doubled over.

“Mommy, my tummy hurts so bad. I feel sick,” he cries, his face scrunched up in pain and fear.

“It’s okay,” Coralie soothes. “Do you want to get off here and have a sip of water?”

He nods and she helps him take off his sneakers and pants that are bunched around his ankles. He’s pale and even I’m worried. What’s happened in the last few minutes? He’s been fine all day.

Suddenly, he turns green and proceeds to throw up for a record amount of time, crying and hiccupping. I feel totally lost as I stand there watching my little dude get sick until Coralie asks me to turn on the shower and go and get him some water from the fridge. I do as I’m told and then she goes about undressing him and helping him into the shower, then I fold his clothes.

Jack sits down on the shower base, too weak to hold himself up, making him look even smaller. Coralie encourages him to take sips from the bottle of water I fetched, and he starts to look tired but begins to retch again. I sit down on my knees and stroke his back soothingly while Coralie gets his pj’s and some dry crackers for after.

“Gunner, I ruined our night,” he says as his head lolls to the side, eyes red and watery.

“Dude, come on. We’ve had the best day. You can’t help being ill.”

“Beau was sick a few days ago. Maybe I catched it from him.”

“Yes, you may havecaughta bug from him. Your mom and I will make it better. Don’t worry.”

When he’s ready, Coralie wraps him up in a warm fluffy towel and I carry him to his room. After a pampered toweling off we settle him in bed and give him some medicine.

He asks for us both to tuck him in and stay until he falls to sleep, which honestly doesn’t take long. That episode wore the poor little one out. He murmurs a few times but then he’s fast asleep and we slip out.

Coralie loads all his clothes into the washing machine while I tidy up the bathroom and then we head outside just as the sun starts to set. I’ve grabbed two beers from the fridge and pass her the one I open first.

I’m sure I’m not the only man to say it but I think it’s sexy that she drinks beer from the bottle. Sure, I’ve seen her daintily drink champagne or cutely tip her little margarita glasses to her lips but when she takes pulls from the bottle, I like it just as much, if not more.

“Do you think he will be alright, should I be doing more for you both? Do you need anything?” I ask.

She grants me one of her sweetest smiles. “No Hun, he will be just fine. It may last all night or a couple of days but then he’ll be right as rain. Kids get bugs and stuff. I like that you're worried about him though. Thank you.” She reaches her hand up to my arm and strokes my bicep.

“Okay, I’ll stay up all night if I have to, I hate that he’s sick.”

“Me too. It was such a lovely day.”

I lean in super close, my dick twitching from the way her shampoo and lotion and perfume mix to drive me mad. “It was the best day.” I kiss her temple. “So umm ‘Hun’, huh? Is that what you’re going to start calling me?”

It’s a shy smile I get now. “That kinda just slipped out, I’m not sure it’s very you, we’ll see.” She taps her chin.

“How aboutboyfriend? I think that has a nice ring to it.”

“Boyfriend, hmm it may be a bit long.”

“But it’s my label, right?” Indecision flashes across her face and I gulp down my beer angry at myself.

We shouldn’t even be talking about this. She asked for slow and her son just got sick for god’s sake. I am such a dumbass.

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