SOREN
“Daddy, why are you doing that with Mommy?” Alexa asked.
That accent is totally from Peppa Pig.
I was chewing gum and watching what Alexa was watching right now—Peppa Pig, the pink pig.
“I wonder what Peppa Pig likes to eat,” I whispered.
“Mama!” Alexa exclaimed when she heard me.
I chuckled and hugged her head. I kissed Alexa’s forehead and said, “Sorry, I’m just hungry.”
Alexa frowned but continued watching.
I noticed that the longer she watched, the more spoiled she seemed. Must be taking after me.
“But you know what? Peppa Pig is 7'1” tall...”
Alexa looked up at me, surprised.
“Daddy Pig is 14 feet, and Mommy Pig is 11 feet and 6 inches.” I laughed, “Men, that’s terrifying.”
I shook my head and continued, “And George is 4'5”. That piggy is taller than you, Alexa.”
“Waaaaaaaahhhh!” she cried, suddenly hugging me, “Turn it off! Turn it off, mamaaaaa!”
I immediately turned off the TV with the remote.
“What the hell are you doing, Soren?” I heard Marshall ask from behind me, “You’re scaring her, dumbass.”
I leaned back against the sofa and peeked at Marshall, who was drinking coffee at the dining table. “But that’s what I found on Google, dude. Peppa Pig is taller than you.”
“Mama, I’m going to play with J,” Alexa said as if nothing happened, then quickly got up and ran out of the house.
I leaned back on the sofa, “Your child is a psychopath, too. Look, she’s not even affected by Peppa Pig’s height.”
I turned the TV back on and looked for something else to watch but only found cartoons.
“There’s nothing on here,” I said irritably as I flipped through channels. I felt Marshall behind me.
“Stop it. Stop touching my damn hair,” I ordered him.
My hair was long, almost down to my neck. I wanted to get a haircut but was too lazy to go out, and Marshall loves my hair short. Ugh.
“I’m sexy, I know,” I said boredly while still flipping channels.
For months, that’s all he says to me. Tsk.
“I like it,” he said, kissing my cheek from behind, “Don’t cut it. I like it this way.”
“Anyway...” I stopped changing channels and turned off the TV, “Alexa doesn’t want anything for her birthday tomorrow.”
“Really?”
I nodded, “But I know what she wants. She wants to vacation with Grandpa.”
The kid is all about her grandpa. They’re close since Grandpa visits almost every week. It’s just odd that Alexa always fights with Caleb.
“Are you going to let her?”
“Of course, it’s just with Grandpa,” I answered. I looked at Marshall, who was busy sniffing my hair earlier.
“Shave,” I ordered him, “It’s annoying when there’s stubble on your face.”
He grinned and took my hand, placing it on his cheek.
It was rough and ticklish, tsk.
It doesn’t look bad on him, but... it’s rough! It hurts my skin when he suddenly presses his face against my neck or something. Just irritating.
“You don’t like it?”
I nodded.
“Is it ugly?”
Hell no. He’s sexy. And that shit is irritating.
“No. Just shave.”
He nodded and immediately moved away from me. He headed to the bathroom. He’ll probably shave or maybe jerk off again. It’s so awkward when he looks at me. Annoying.
THE NEXT DAY, I took Alexa to the mansion to stay for a week or two. The kid was obviously happy to bond with Grandpa again. And yes, she’ll fight with Caleb again.
That guy is such a jerk, always teasing Alexa. She’ll probably get annoyed with him.
“Carole fucking Baskin,” I said to Marshall, “She fed him to the cats. She fucking killed her husband, duh.”
“Yeah, I think so,” he replied while we were watching Netflix, “Fuck that.”
He took the remote and turned off the TV. We had moved the TV from the living room to my bedroom.
“Americans are weird.”
I gave him a look, “Marshall, I’m American. What’s your background, huh?”
“My dad’s half German,” he said, “But I don’t speak German. I don’t understand what the hell they’re saying.”
“Ah. So, basically, you’re stupid,” I said, nodding.
Yeah, that’s it. He’s really stupid. Plain and simple.
“I’m not stupid!” He pulled my hair and gently tugged it.
“You are! You’re in love with a hardcore lesbian; that’s making you stupid, dude!”
He’s stupid. Change my mind.
“I. Am. Not.”
“You know what? Americans and Germans are rivals according to history. We shouldn’t be together—Ouch!”
I looked up when he grabbed my hair.
Damn, I’ve done this before with my girls when I was feeling frisky. If you know what I mean. It was a bit raunchy.
But nope. It’s not painful, but he’s strong. His hands are huge.
“Forbidden to go out, or forbidden to go out,” I sang to him with a laugh. But instead of getting annoyed, he just smiled at me.
“Does it hurt?”
I shook my head—but then winced when he tightened his grip on my hair, “Ouch!”
I smacked his arm, “Damn it, let go of me. You can go out now!”
He bent down and immediately kissed me.
And again, it feels really, really weird. This is the second time we’ve kissed, but it’s so weird. So weird!
He pulled away slightly, “How does it feel?”
“Weird,” I answered, “But in a good way.”
He briefly kissed me again, then pulled away, “You’re sweet.”
“Can you let go of my hair first?”
He pulled my hair again, harder than before!
“Ouch! What the hell, that’s abuse!”
“I know,” he said, “Does it hurt?”
Annoyed, I smacked him, “It does hurt! I’ll sue you, just watch!”
“Hmn, you can file a case against me, it’s okay,” he bent down again and kissed the corner of my lips, “You can tell them that I’m hurting you while we’re having sex.”
I rolled my eyes, “You’re such a pervent, aren’t you?”
He chuckled slightly and immediately let me go, “Your outfit is too revealing. Change it.”
I looked at what I was wearing, “Oh, is my cleavage showing?”
Why should I change? I don’t want to.
“Can’t hide the blessings of the Creator.” I lay down on the bed and rested my head on my arm, “My boobies are a blessing.” I closed my eyes to sleep.
But I really couldn’t sleep.
I opened my eyes. He was lying beside me and seemed ready to sleep too. I propped myself up slightly and tugged at the end of Marshall’s shirt.
He woke up, “Do you need something?”
“Come here, kiss me.”
“Huh?!”
I rolled my eyes, “One. Two. Three—”
He immediately got up and kissed me. He pulled away quickly, "Soren, you're killing me."
"Hmm, I know," I lowered the straps of my nightgown, "This is a birthday gift for Alexa."
"No, no, no, no," He immediately pulled my dress back up, "Put it back on, Soren, what are you doing?!"
Annoyed, I pushed him gently, "What's your problem?! Stop being dramatic! Get undressed or leave!"
He held his jaw, staring at me in disbelief, "Are you drunk?"
The nerve of him, seriously.
I grinned at him.
"Daddy, come here and give mommy a kiss," I mimicked a cartoon accent.
And no, I'm not drunk.
He laughed as he came closer again, "Give mommy a kiss?"
Wow, he copied the accent too!
I smirked even more, "Yes, daddy, I want a baby George."
He took off his shirt. I swallowed hard, feeling a bit nervous. I looked at his body; this guy has an amazing build. If something happens tonight, then this is definitely my "first" time.
"How many hours do you spend at the gym?" I asked, flicking his chest. It's really solid, not just air.
What the heck am I doing, anyway?!
"My heart is racing," I said with a laugh.
This is a big step. It’s a bit scary.
He laughed and lowered the strap of my nightgown himself, "Don't be."
I looked up and met his lips; it felt strange.
But wait.
I got up and pushed his hands away from me, "No. I'm in control, I'm not a follower."
"Huh?" His eyebrows shot up.
I glared at him.
"Lay down," I ordered him, "Lay down and don't you dare touch me."
Yeah. He's letting me take the lead tonight.
He gaped at me, "What the f—"
"Stop talking." I lightly tapped his cheek to quiet him.
And yeah, I'm taking charge. There's no way I'm letting him dominate tonight. Not happening.
He lay down, surprisingly following my orders. Good.
I sat on his abdomen.
Hmn, not bad. He didn't seem to mind my weight. I let his hands rest on either side of my thighs.
"You're about to find out why I'm so irresistible."
I glared at him. I don't know, I'm just in a bad mood.
Whatever. He’s letting me take the lead tonight. Well, let's just pretend he's not a guy because I might freak out.
But I know I can do this. He's Marshall, so I'm sure I can do this. He was my first, so what's the point of pretending now?
I want a baby. That's it.
I touched the underside of his lip with my finger.
"Suck it," I ordered him again.
He swallowed hard, "D-Damn. Are you sure you're okay?"
Annoyed, I pinched his cheek, "Don't worry, my finger is clean!"
This guy is really dramatic!
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