Chapter 60 : A Break from the Stress
Three Days Later. BPOV
It’s been three days since Addison had that nightmare about Holly. Ever since then she hasn’t had any. It’s been two nights now with no screaming, or crying, or waking up terrified, or wetting herself. I’m hoping tonight she doesn’t have another one. Willow and Sky have been working almost nonstop to figure out what’s happening. They’ve been calling every warlock and witch they can think of who could help. They even called Angel and told him what’s going on and he has Wesley and Fred looking for a solution. Willow thinks she’s getting close to something, and she wants to try an experiment with Addison and Sky, but I’m a little hesitant. I mean, this is my baby we’re talking about. And no matter how good Willow is at it now, or how much control she has magic is still very dangerous. Her going inside Addison’s mind could have screwed her up beyond repair.
But I’m not going to think about all of that right now. Because today the kids are back in school, and Faith is over at her dad’s house visiting with him because Brittany has classes all day long. Today it’s just me and little Joseph. I just dropped my rings off at the shop to be cleaned and the diamond is a little loose on the engagement one so they’re going to fix that. It feels weird not wearing my wedding rings out in public. I can’t them off whenever I take a shower or when I go swimming, but I always have them on when I’m out in public. But that’s fine. The people said it’s a slow day today so my rings should be finished in about an hour and a half. So I’m going to walk to the park since it isn’t very far from here. It’ll be good for both of us since we don’t get out much.
“You see the leaves moving around because of the wind?” I ask Joseph and glance down at him. He’s in the light blue umbrella stroller. He hates his other stroller because he can’t see everything as well. He looks around like he actually understood me and it makes me smile. We pass a smell group of people who are also walking on this particular sidewalk and they smile at us. I hear him squeal, and he starts laughing, and the people smile even more. He loves making people smile. “That’s an ugly color for a car. Why would anyone paint their car orange?” I know I probably sound insane, but you’re supposed to have conversations with your baby like they can understand you. It helps with their language development. Then he sees a blonde woman walking towards us. She’s wearing a curve hugging, white dress with little daisies all over it. Joseph sees her and starts laughing a clapping his hands. She looks down at him as she passes and smiles. “So you like blondes, huh? You take after your mama.”
When we get to the park I find a nice shady spot for us to sit down. There aren’t too many people out here today because it’s a Tuesday. And in five days my little boy will be eleven months old. And then it’ll be one month exactly before he turns a year old. It doesn’t seem like it. It really seems like only yesterday the doctors cut me open and took him out, and then I went all crazy from the postpartum. I’m glad all of that is over with. And I’m so lucky that we had him. When things get too stressful, when Matthew gets a bad attitude and goes to his room or when Addison throws a fit and gets put in time out and things are just a little overwhelming, all I have to do is hold this little guy and he smiles up at me and all of my stress just melts away. I unfold one of his baby blankets and spread it out on the grass. I sit down and pull the stroller a little closer to me. Joseph reaches out for me and I smile.
“Are you ready to come out of your stroller?” I ask and he starts whining and leans forward a little. “Woe, there, I have to unbuckle you first.” I gently push him back by his shoulder and he doesn’t look too happy. I get him unbuckled and I pick him up and sit him down on the blanket. He looks over where all of the little kids are playing and he smiles and starts crawling towards them. I reach out and grab him by his ankle. “And where do you think you’re going?” He starts to whine again but I ignore it. I pick him around his waist and sit him down a little closer to me. Then I lay down on my back and sit him down on my stomach so he has one leg on either side. He leans forward a little and holds himself up by putting his hands just below my breasts. If I’m lucky then he won’t grab them. All babies will grab at your breasts. They don’t know any better. I think they do it on purpose just to make us uncomfortable.
“Where’s Joseph?” I ask and cover my eyes up. He loves playing peek-a-boo. It’s his second favorite game. His favorite game is ‘I drop this, and you pick it up’. That one gets a little annoying. Anyway, I uncover my eyes and smile really wide. “There he is.” I have a very enthusiastic tone and it makes him laugh. Then I cover my eyes up again and repeat the process. He laughs and claps his hands, and before I can cover my eyes up, he leans forward and covers them for me. He has one palm over each eye. He’s pushing down a little hard but that’s fine. I laugh a little louder then I meant to but it makes him laugh so it was worth any embarrassment. “Where’s Joseph? Huh, where is he?” I feel him shift backwards and his hands leave my eyes. “There he is.” He laughs and claps his hands.
I feel something bump into my thigh and I look down to see what it is. It’s a soccer ball. I look around and see a little girl running towards me. It must be hers. She looks like she might be three, maybe four. She has long red hair that’s braided into pigtails, and she has a lot of freckles on her face. She has bright green eyes, and even though she’s like twenty feet away I can tell that they’re green, that’s how bright they are. I put my had on Joseph’s back so he won’t fall over when I sit up. I reach down and grab onto the soccer ball with my free hand. She gets about four feet away from me and then stops. She doesn’t say anything and she won’t look into my eyes. She looks down at her feet and then up at me through her really long eyelashes. Every time Willow and Xander start telling stories from their childhood I try to imagine what they looked like. This kid looks exactly like the image I of Willow.
“Hi there,” I say in a friendly tone. “Is this yours?” She nods her head and I smile a small smile and hold the ball out. She’s standing about a foot away from my outstretched hand and she looks like she doesn’t know what to do. I look over her shoulder and scan the area and I don’t see an adult coming to her rescue. So she’s either here all by herself, or she got lost or something. “Sweetie, are you here with your mommy or daddy?” She nods her head yes and I sigh a little in relief. “Do you know where they are?” She shakes her head no and I try not to groan. I’m about to put Joseph back in his stroller so I can get up when I see a man, very tall, very well built, with red hair and lots of freckles, jogging towards us and he has a worried and relieved look on his face. I know the feeling. That’s the look of a parent who lost track of their kid and they just found them.
“Kayla,” he calls out and she turns around. She yells out ‘daddy!’ and runs up to him. He picks her up and holds her close to him. She wraps her arms around his neck, and her legs around his stomach. He gives her a little kiss on the side of her head and I can’t help but smile at the little reunion. “Don’t you ever run off like that again. You almost gave Daddy a heart attack.” Again, I know the feeling. When Matthew was three he wondered off while me and Faith were shopping at the mall. He was missing for half an hour before we found him hiding behind a rack of clothes. Then the man looks over at me and he smiles. “Thank you so much for keeping an eye on her. Why don’t you join us for lunch? We have more food then we can possibly eat, and I insist. This town may be small, but it still has it’s fair share of weirdos, and anybody could have found her.” That is true, and I am getting a little hungry.
“Well, if you insist,” I tell him with a small smile. I put Joseph back in his stroller, and trust me he isn’t too happy about that. I pick up the blanket and shake it out a little bit to get all the grass off of it. Then I fold it up and put it in the little storage pocket on the back of the stroller. “I’m Buffy Lehane.” I hold out my hand for him to shake. He smiles a little bit and gets a little twinkle in his eyes. It’s an all too familiar look. That’s the ‘oh my God, who would actually name their kid that?’ My mother, thank you very much. There is nothing wrong with the name Buffy. Anyway, he shakes my hand and introduces himself.
“Richard Cook. And this little runaway is Kayla.” I look at her and tell her hi, but she doesn’t say anything back. She just hides her face in her daddy’s shoulder. “She’s really shy.” Yep, that little kid is exactly what I picture Willow was like when she was a child. I wonder if there are any Xander look-a-likes here too? He leads the way over to a picnic table. There’s a very large lunch spread out across the table. Sitting at the table are four more kids. The oldest looks like he’s in his early teens, and the youngest is little Kayla. Richard goes ahead and introduces everybody. “The oldest is Mike, he’s fourteen.” Ha, I was right. “Then there’s Brian, he’s ten.” The little boy with the very messy hair waves a little at me and I wave back. “That’s Danny, he’s eight.” This little boy blushes and looks away and it makes me smile, even though I try not to. “That’s Angela.” The only other girl at the table waves and smiles and I do the same. They all seem pretty friendly, except for Danny and Kayla. “Everyone this is Buffy, she found the little escape artist.” He puts Kayla down next to her sister.
“Actually she sort of found me.” Richard sits down on one of the benches and tells me to go ahead and take a seat. So I sit down to him since it’s the only available spot. The two girls and the younger boys are sitting one side of the table, while Richard, Mike and me are on the other. I have to say it’s a little intimidating being watched by so many people. Angela hands me one of the paper plates and I help myself, but without looking like a total pig. They must’ve spent a very pretty penny at the KFC they went to. There’s three buckets of chicken, ten containers of mashed potatoes and gravy, five containers of coleslaw, twenty biscuits, three containers of macaroni and cheese, and two boxes of the twenty piece bar-ba-que wings. They’re just lucky it was me that was here today and not Faith. So I make up my plate with a little bit of everything and then sit Joseph down on my lap and we eat our meal, and I enjoy the conversation that’s going on. That is until one of them decides to talk to me.
“Why is your name Buffy?” the oldest one asks. He doesn’t look too happy that I’m here. I glance over at him and while my eyes are in that direction I notice that Richard isn’t wearing a wedding ring, and there was no mention of a girlfriend. Uh-oh. I think I walked into something horrible. Maybe there was a little more motive behind the lunch invite then just a thank-you for finding his daughter. And I think the kids know that this is sort of a set up and they’re not about to let it happen without a fight. Well, at least I think the oldest one is aware, I’m not too sure about the younger ones since they haven’t been glaring at me ever since I sat down.
“Well, my mother liked that name when she had me, so she named me it.” He takes a bite from his drumstick and then answer around a mouth full of food. Either this kid wasn’t taught any manners or he’s being rude on purpose. And from the way the rest of the kids are acting I’m going to go with the latter.
“We used to have a dog named Buffy, are you sure your mom didn’t want a dog instead?” Ouch. That was just plain mean. I’m about to say something but Richard jumps in like any good parent would because that was just rude. And it wasn’t like he said it in a nice tone either. His voice was fully of attitude, and chicken parts. A little kid saying something like that wouldn’t have been as bad because they’re just little and they don’t know any better. But this kid is fourteen, he should know by now not to say stuff like that.
“Mike, you don’t talk to people like. You apologize right now.” He sighs and swallows the food that was in his mouth and then puts the piece of chicken down. He doesn’t look happy at all, and I’m thinking that maybe I should just leave.
“I’m sorry,” he says and takes a drink from his soda. I try to tell him that the apology is accepted, even though I don’t really mean it, when one of the other kids speaks up. The older girl, ummm, Angela? Yeah, her name is Angela.
“How come your baby has brown hair when you have yellow hair?” Well, I guess that is a valid question. Although my hair isn’t naturally yellow, it’s brown. I’m about to explain that to her and just leave out the part about Faith because I really don’t feel like opening that can of worms, but then the youngest boy...Danny? Decides it’s his turn to ask a question.
“And how come his eyes are brown? And how come he doesn’t have all his teeth? And how come he can’t talk?” Wow, these kids really want to know a lot about my baby boy. He seems to be the star of this show now. As long as he doesn’t look up and see everyone staring at him he should be fine. Little Danny and Kayla aren’t the only ones who are shy. But I think he won’t start crying as long as I’m holding him. I take a little sip of my soda and put the can out of reach of the miniature disposal that’s eating up all of my food, and I try to remember all of the questions that they asked me.
“Well, he has brown hair and brown eyes because his,” I don’t want to say father but that’s sort of what Faith is. Technically speaking she is the father, because at the time of conception she had a penis, and it was her sperm that fertilized my egg. Ok, so we’ll go with father for now. “Faith has brown hair, and brown eyes. He doesn’t have all of his teeth because they’re still growing.” He still needs three more. Two top ones and one on the bottom. It’s kind of funny because he has the rest so it kinda looks like he was punched in the face and his teeth got knocked out. Well, it sounded funny when Faith said it. “And he can’t talk yet because he’s a baby and he doesn’t know how.” Danny lets out a little ‘oh’ and goes back to eating. And then the middle boy, I can’t remember his name for the life of me, speaks up.
“Are you gonna be my dad’s girlfriend now?” he asks and I try so hard not to choke on the bite of coleslaw that’s in my mouth. I finish chewing and swallow it with a little bit of trouble, and then I take in a deep breath to calm myself down. I look over at Richard and he looks totally embarrassed. He’s about to say something but I’ll go ahead and cut in on this one.
“No, I’m not. I’m already married.” I hold up my hand but then I remember that my ring isn’t there. “Right, my ring is being cleaned right now, but normally it’s here. On my finger. Where is should be.” All of the kids, except for Mike, nod their heads and keep eating their lunch. Things are a little awkward now, but then Joseph squeals and starts laughing out of nowhere and it breaks the tension. I smile and look down at him. I laugh a little bit when I see that he has mashed potatoes and gravy all over his face. I clean him off with my napkin and he isn’t too happy about having to sit still. “So, uh...” What’s his name, what’s his name? “Brian.” Thank God I remembered. “You’re ten right?” He nods his head yes. “Do you know a kid named Matt Lehane?” At school he goes by Matt. He says that Mattie is too girly, and Matthew is just too long.
“Yeah. He’s on the basketball team. A lot of kids don’t like him because he’s really good.” Since when is being really good a bad thing? Oh, I think he means that they’re jealous. I might have to have a little talk with Matthew when I get home, see if anyone has been giving him any trouble. “Why?” I guess that’s a good question. I mean, if someone just randomly asked if I knew somebody I’d want to know why too.
“That’s my son. I was just wondering if you knew him.” This kids gets a look of...astonishment on his face and he stop mid-bite. His eyes are big and his mouth his hanging open a little. Ok, what’s so shocking about that? I help Joseph eat a piece of biscuit while I wait for this kid to come out of the shocked silence and talk.
“You’re Matt’s mom?” he asks and he sounds just as shocked as he looks. I nod my head and I’m almost afraid to ask what the big deal is. So his dad asks him for me, and by the look in this kid’s eyes I’m probably going to regret bringing it up in the first place. I just had to ask so I’ll have no one to blame but myself. “Matt has two moms, and they’re lesbians.” Yep, I just knew one way or another that was going to be brought into the conversation. By a ten-year-old kid was definitely not the way I pictured it, but it was still brought up. There are mixed reactions around the table. Mike starts laughing his ass off, Brian has a big smile on his face, Danny looks a little confused but is laughing because his brother is, and both little girls have no idea what’s going on. Richard looks a little shocked but a little amused at the same time.
“Oh man, Dad, you really know how to pick ‘em,” Mike says around his laughter. He gives his dad a big pat on the back and keeps laughing. He stops just enough to say something else. “First a klepto, now a lezzie. What’s next, a stripper?” He starts laughing harder, and Richard tells him to behave himself but he doesn’t listen. Joseph starts laughing just because all the other kids are laughing now. I have to say it is kind of funny. I totally wasn’t expecting that reaction from them at all. I glance down at my watch and I should have been at the jewelry cleaners five minutes ago.
“I’m sorry to cut this short, but I really need to get going. I have to pick my rings up and I have some shopping I need to get done. I was really nice meeting everyone.” I put Joseph in his stroller and then wipe off my face and hands with a clean napkin and then clean off the little mess that is my baby boy. I tell them goodbye one last time and they all say bye and wave. Mike starts laughing again only this time not as hard. Richard gives him a little smack on the back of the head, but that doesn’t stop him from laughing. I walk away with a smile on my face but a little sympathy as well. If Richard really is trying to find a girlfriend then I feel sorry for him because trying to date as a single parent is tough. But dating as a single parent with five kids and one of them is a teenager who doesn’t want his dad dating in the first place? Sounds impossible. I’m just glad Faith and I are never going to get divorced.
FPOV
So it’s been two nights since Addy’s last nightmare and it’s good for all of us to finally get some sleep. She was getting dark circles under her eyes and that’s not right for a kid to have that shit. And I will admit that it’s been nice to get some sleep. I don’t know how long it’s gonna last, hopefully a long time. I don’t want my baby girl to go through this shit anymore. I don’t want her to lose sleep ‘cause she’s having nightmares about horrible murders. And I don’t want to be woken up at one in the morning ‘cause she had a horrible nightmare. I know I’m her mom, and I’m supposed to be all comforting or whatever, but moms need sleep too, ya know. Anyway, enough about that shit. I just left my dad’s place. I hung out with him for a couple hours, and now that Brittany’s back in school it was actually enjoyable.
We didn’t do much. Sat around, watched a game, had a couple beers, but that’s just what we do. Talked a little bit but we avoided the touchy subjects. Ok, the one touchy subject. And do I really have to say it? Fine, so we didn’t talk about Brittany. Instead we talked about Joey’s birthday that’s comin up in about a month, and we talked about my birthday that’s comin up in a couple weeks, and then we talked about the kids’ training. The whole reason Giles is paying my dad enough for this apartment and everything he needs to make his life comfortable is so that he’ll track the kids’ progress. I know Mattie has been holdin back, that became wicked obvious after he took down that demon. So now we have to come up with some ways to train Mattie that won’t kill anybody. He’s a lot stronger then me, that’s for sure, so training him could get dangerous if we’re not careful.
I don’t wanna think about that shit right now. Right now I’m going to relax and let Bobby D work his magic. And no we’re not doing anything sexual. I’d never cheat on B, ever. I look down at what the very large guy is doing and I can’t help but smile as I watch. Buffy’s gonna freak when she sees this. But in a good way, definitely not the kind when I end up sleepin on the couch for a week. This is taking a lot longer then I wanted it to, but there’s not much I can do about that. See, Bobby D is a tattoo artist and he owns this shop that I’m in. I came in a few days ago with a picture of what I wanted. But the picture has a lot of detail and he closes the shop up at eleven. My nightly business class lets out at ten thirty, and I can only convince this guy to stay open half an hour longer. And by convince I mean pay him a hundred bucks extra. It seems like a lot, but he’s the best Vegas has to offer.
But like I said before, this picture has a lot of details so I have to come back after my business class and he’s getting it done little by little. And because of this I can’t have sex with Buffy. I don’t want her to see it until it’s done so I’ve been hiding my stomach from her. Trust me it’s a lot harder then it sounds. Especially when she wants to fool around. So I’ve been faking tiredness and telling her that I’m still getting used to being back at school again since Christmas break is over and she’s bought it so far. Luckily I only have two more nights of this shit and then I won’t have to lie to her. But I know she’s going to love it. And you’re probably wondering what I’m getting done? Well, I’ll tell you. It’s the picture I took of Buffy when she was in the hospital when she had Mattie. She’s holding him, and they’re looking into each other’s eyes, and she looks so happy. I know she’s gonna love it.
I’m already thinking of the other tattoos I’m going to get in the very near future. One of Buffy in her wedding dress, and looking like the happiest person in the world. I’m not sure which pictures of the kids I’m going to get done, but I know I want one of each. And I’m going to get their names done. I’m not too sure how yet, but I know I’m going to. I don’t know why I waited so long to get this done. I guess I always thought it was a little too good to be true. That one day Buffy would finally get sick of me and we’d split up and that would be the end of my happy family. So now me and B can never split up ‘cause I don’t want this tattoo to be a huge regret. And if we break up then that’s all it would be. Kinda hard to start a new relationship with someone when your ex’s face is painted on your skin.
“Alright, that’s it for tonight,” Bobby says and turns off the needle. He wipes up the little bit of blood with a tissue, and then puts a bandage over it. I stand up and button and zip my pants back up. I’m getting the tat next to my right left hip, and it goes a little below the beltline. I pay him his money, two hundred bucks. He charges a hundred bucks and hour, plus the hundred I’m bribing him with to stay open a little later. Like I said before, it’s expensive but it’s damn worth it. I’d rather spend a lot of money on a guy who knows his shit, then save some cash and have some novice fuck it up. After I leave the shop, I hop in my car, blast the stereo and head for home. It’s a half hour drive from Vegas to my house, and B’s probably going to be pissed that I’m getting home so late. She probably thinks I’m having an affair or something. Well, won’t she feel dumb when I show her that I was just getting a tattoo done?
I feel my slayer healing taking care of the little bit of pain that’s on my stomach. I can’t help but smile a little bit. I’m probably not going to be able to stop thinking about it until it’s done and I’ve shown Buffy. I definitely be trying not to smile whenever I look at her. Not only because of the tattoo but because I bought her birthday present today. I got her diamond earrings and a gold watch. What can I say? She loves the bling. I think this woman has more diamonds then a movie star. She doesn’t wear ‘em too often, but when she does she’ll wear a whole set. Ya know earrings, necklace and bracelet. And these earrings are by far the biggest ones I’ve gotten her. I think for her next birthday I’m going to buy her a new car. She’s a little bummed that can’t afford one anymore because we went a little overboard on Christmas presents for each other and the kids.
I turn down the radio when I pull onto my street. Don’t wanna wake up the kids or piss off any of the neighbors. I pull into the driveway and shut off the car. The only lights on in the entire house is the faint glow from the floor lamp in the living room. Everyone else has gone to bed. The light being on is a good sign. It means that Buffy’s not mad at me. If she was pissed off for me being out and about so late then she would have turned all the lights off. Even with that light on I’m a little hesitant to go inside. She isn’t going to be happy with me, and I hate it when she’s mad. She’ll try to act like everything is ok, but on the inside she’ll be pissed because I didn’t come home when I said I would, and I didn’t call to tell her I’d be late. So the light being left on could be a trick to make me think that everything’s ok.
Oh my God, just go inside. Why am I being so paranoid? Now I remember, it’s because I’ve been with Buffy for thirteen years now and I know a setup when I see one. Alright, I’m not saying it’s a setup for sure, but I should go in prepared just in case it is. I take the keys out of the ignition, grab my purse and get out of the car. It’s pretty nice out here tonight. Not too cold, just enough to let me know that it’s still January. For a lot of people it’s the one thing that they love about living in Nevada, that the weather is pretty much the same all year around. I miss the big weather changes that happen in Northern California and in Boston. You can tell what month it is just by looking outside. Here if you don’t know you have to look it up on a calendar. I hate that. I miss the rainy winters, and the snowy Christmases. Anyway, I unlock the front door and I was wrong about what I said earlier. Someone is still up and waiting for me by the door.
“Hey, Tucker,” I say in a light tone and pet him on the head. I put my keys in my purse and toss that onto the end table next to the door. My dog does not look too happy, and I can’t help but smile a little bit. “Aw, what’s the matter? Did Buffy kick you outta the bedroom?” It’s perfectly ok to baby-talk to an animal when no one else is in the room. He groans a little bit and I try not to roll my eyes. All those years ago Buffy refused to let him sleep on our bed anymore because he was so jealous of her. But now that he’s getting older she’s starting to have more sympathy for him, and he’s been sleeping in our bed a lot more. She still makes him sleep in the living room whenever we have sex, but we haven’t been having that a lot lately. And not just because of the tattoo, but because we’ve been so tired from trying to figure out what’s happening to Addy.
I kick my boots off and push ‘em up against the back of the couch. I go into the kitchen and grab a beer outta the fridge. Then I go into the living room and sit down on the couch. I twist off the cap and toss it onto the coffee table and take a long, slow sip. This feels good after the day I’ve had. Hanging out with my dad was relaxing, but then I had to come back and study for an exam we had tonight in my business class. Those things are getting harder and harder. The professor told us that it’s going to get a lot harder from here. The work is going to be more extensive, and a lot more difficult. That totally fuckin sucks ‘cause I have trouble getting the work done now. We’ll have a couple of small quizzes, then another exam in March. The exams aren’t too hard. Ten multiple choice questions, ten fill in the blanket, five word definitions, and then an essay question.
In April the biggest thing we have to worry about is the mock-business project. Each person is told a certain amount of money and we have to come up with an idea for a new business and describe everything. From what the business does, the size of the building we’d use, the type of advertising we’d do, shit like that, but we can’t go over the limit. I figured I’d go ahead and write up what I plan to do after I get my business license. I wanna open up my own motorcycle shop. We won’t sell ‘em or anything. Nope, it’ll be a repair and customizing place. I might buy an old, beat up, piece of shit bike every once in a while then fix it up and then sell it for a little extra cash, but that’s not going to be our main source of income. My dad’s gonna go into business with me, and Giles said he’d help out with the money but I don’t think he’s going to need to. I plan on starting out very small and then going bigger over time. People who try to go big too quick usually go bankrupt.
“No gonna happen to me,” I say to Tucker and gently pat his head. He rests his chin on my knee and scoots a little closer to me. I take another sip of beer and gently pat the empty cushion next to me. He understands what I’m doing, and he instantly jumps up on the couch. Or at least he would but his arthritis is getting to bad that he’s having some trouble with it. I put my beer down and help him up. He lays down, and curls up a little bit, and rests his head on my lap. He’s eight years old now, that’s pretty old for a dog I guess. It’s not like I would know. He’s still in pretty good health for an old timer. The only real problem he has is with his hips and legs. Other then that he’s perfectly fine. I know that he only has a couple more good years left before his health starts to go. I already promised myself when he first got the arthritis that I’d have him put down before he gets really bad. He’s a great dog and he doesn’t deserve to suffer.
“Let’s stop with the depressing thoughts for a while,” I tell him and gently stroke his long fur. I smile a little bit when I feel the spots that have thinned out a little bit. Tucker is too big for Ruby to take down when they play but that doesn’t stop her from trying. She’ll grab onto a fat chunk of his fur and then pull with all her might, and a little bit will come out and she runs around with the evidence hanging from her mouth. I’m starting to think that puppy is a Godsend. Addy maybe a little kid but she doesn’t just forget those dreams when she’s awake. The only thing that can keep her distracted from them, and eventually forget is playing with Ruby. She’s given us some problems, chewed up a couple shoes, and destroyed B’s garden, but other then that she’s perfect. She’s already housetrained, she isn’t aggressive and she doesn’t chew on the furniture. “That little girl still giving you shit?” He groans again and I chuckle a little and take another really long swig of beer.
After I finish unwinding I toss the empty bottle in the trash and turn out the light and head for bed. I slowly walk in so I won’t wake anybody up but Buffy is still awake. I can tell because of her breathing. She tensed up when I opened the door so she’s awake, she’s just playing possum. I go into the bathroom and brush my teeth like I do every night. Then I go back into my bedroom and B tenses up again. I take off my clothes and slip on a baggy t-shirt. I don’t bother with the boxers ‘cause we got the air vents for this room fixed so the heater finally works in here, and it’s a little warmer then I’m used to. I crawl under the covers, and Buffy tenses up a little more as I scoot closer to her. I pretend not to notice and wrap an arm around her. I give her a little kiss on her shoulder and whisper goodnight before I close my eyes. She’s still tense so I know going to sleep isn’t going to be that easy.
“You’ve been gone a long time,” she says in an emotionless voice. I nod a little bit and snuggle in a little more to her. “You should’ve been home almost an hour ago.” Again I nod and I give her another little kiss on the shoulder. She sighs in frustration so I stop with the kisses. I really don’t feel like having my lips ripped off tonight. “I was worried about you.” Ok, that one was a little weird. I ask her why and she raises her voice a little bit, and she sounds wicked irritated. “Because you’ve been late getting home for the last couple of nights. You’re my wife, I’m going to worry when you do stuff like that.” Her voice cracks just a tiny bit with some emotion and I tighten my grip around her. When is she going to learn that I’d never cheat on her? She puts herself through all this stress for nothing. But I understand where she’s comin from. I’d be worried if she was late getting home at night too.
“Look, B, I can’t tell you where I was. It’s a surprise, but it’s nothing bad, baby, I swear. You’re gonna love it, but it’s taking a lot longer then I thought. So I’m gonna be late the next couple of nights too. I’m sorry that I worried you, I didn’t mean to.” She rolls over so she’s facing me and she looks into my eyes. I guess she’s making sure that I’m not lying or anything. When she’s looked enough and decides that I am telling the truth she kisses me. She must be really turned on because it gets deep very fast. She starts to gently grind against me and her hand is making its way from my shoulder down to my thigh. She rubs my thigh for a few minutes while we continue to kiss. She goes from the hem of my shirt, down to my knee, and back up again. God I’ve missed the feel of her soft hands.
I reach down and lift up her pajama shirt a little and rub the soft skin of her abdomen. Her skin feels really soft tonight, softer then usual. It sends up a couple red flags but I ignore it. I slide my hand down her pajama bottoms and even more red flags go off in my mind. The things I immediately notice are: she’s not wearing any underwear, and she’s completely shaven. The thing that takes two seconds to register after the first two is the fact that her pussy is dripping wet. She planned this out tonight. She was pissed at me for not being home on time because she wanted us to be together. Knowing her she probably had something romantic planned, and I ruined it. And the worst thing of all is I’m going to have to put a stop to this if I want my tattoo to be a surprise when it’s finished. So I pull back from the kiss as she slips her hand under my shirt and lightly rubs the skin she finds.
“Baby, we have to stop.” She completely freezes. She isn’t even breathing anymore. After a few seconds she takes in a deep breath and asks why. “We don’t have to stop completely, but it’s just…I have this whole surprise planned out and it’ll ruin it if you see me, or feel a certain part of me.” I kiss her before she can say anything and I reach down and grab onto her wrist. I roll her over onto her back and kiss my way from her mouth to her neck. I pin both her wrists above her head. I kiss my way down to her collarbone and I stay there for a while. I slowly lick and nip my way from one side to the other and back again. I leave a few small hickies on both bones and then work my way down towards her breasts. But I’m stopped by her pajama shirt. So I go back up to her ear and slowly suck on the lobe for a few seconds, then blow some hot air on the moisture, and she shivers.
“I’m gonna take your shirt off,” I whisper to her, by lips brush against the shell of her ear, and my voice is nice and husky. “Don’t move your hands, alright?” She nods her head and tries to say ‘ok’ but I think she’s too turned on to talk at this point. I make my way under the covers until I’m down by her waistline. I unbutton the first little white button and just look at the skin that’s exposed. Her breathing is harder with the anticipation of what I might do, and even this part of her stomach is caught in the up and down rhythm. I leave a soft little whisper of a kiss on the warm skin, and she shivers. I hear her let out a low moan, and the heat from her pussy is burning against my stomach. I can feel her legs quivering but I’m going to be slow about this. I ruined whatever she had planned so now I’m going to make it up to her.
I unbutton the second little white button on her shirt and kiss the little bit of skin that was under it. I know I said I wanted to go slow, but I don’t think I can hold out much longer. It’s been a long time for me too, not just her. I miss tasting her the most. I swear before we had kids and Dawnie would spend the night at a friend’s house on the weekend I would spend hours just tasting Buffy. I’d bring her to her first orgasm pretty quick, but then drew out the others. That’s what I’m gonna do tonight. I get her shirt taken off and spend a couple minutes suckin on her breasts. I leave a hickie on the right one just for the hell of it. I go back under the covers and take off her pajama pants. I drop them to the floor, and then focus all my attention on Buffy’s bare, glistening pussy. My mouth waters up and I slowly make my next move.
I use the tip of my tongue to spread her lips apart. She moans and tries to press herself against me, but I pull back a little. I hold onto her hips so she can’t move and she lets out a small groan in frustration. I wiggle the tip of my tongue at her entrance, and she moans and her hips try to buck, but I stop them. I slowly lick up my way up to her throbbing clit, and I tickle it a little with my tongue, and she’s moaning consistently now. It won’ take long for her to go over the edge and I can tell she’s already there. She just needs a little push. She wraps her legs around me and tries to push me against her, but I don’t let her. We’re going to do this at my pace, not hers. I wrap my lips around her clit and start to slowly suck on it. I can practically feel her whole body tensing up as her hips try even harder to thrust against my mouth.
I start sucking a little harder, and scrape my teeth against her clit. Her whole body tenses up and she stop moving for about half a second and the flood gates open. She’s withering, and shaking, and moaning, and groaning, and come is getting all over the sheets. I let go of her clit and start lapping at her entrance like a cat with a bowl of milk. God, she tastes so fuckin good. I don’t wait for her to come down from her high before I stick my tongue inside of her. Ya know how when people speak Spanish they roll their R’s? Well I do that inside of her. She goes nuts. She comes against almost instantly, and my mouth fills with her honey, and she’s calling out my name, but trying to be quiet and I gotta admit it’s not working out. And I’m under the covers with her thighs clamped around my head, so she must be screaming if she sounds loud to me.
I guess I’m not going to get to go through with my plans. One of the key factors in my little description of it earlier was ‘before we had kids’. Well, we have kids now, and Buffy screaming out my name in a fit of passion (yeah, I totally got that out of a romance novel) has woken up a very pissed off eleven-month-old. Hopefully what we did will tide her over for the next couple days because I really do want this tattoo to be a surprise, and she knows how to get me so horny that I forget about anything else. Hopefully she won’t do that. She only does that when she’s desperate. I think me going down on her for an hour and a half was long enough so she won’t become desperate. I leave a little kiss on her bald mound before I climb out from under the covers. I go into the bathroom and rinse my mouth out. I think about brushing my teeth again but decide against it.
Then I got back into the bedroom, and pick up my very angry boy. I give him a couple kisses on his forehead, and walk over to the bed. Buffy’s putting on one of my baggy t-shirts. I guess she’s still feeling too hot for her pajamas. I lay down on my side of the bed and put our boy in the middle. He’s still screaming his head off and he feels pretty warm. I try so hard not to roll my eyes and get irritated. He isn’t used to the room being this warm because of the heater, and Buffy put him in his sweats ‘cause I guess she thought it was going to be really cold tonight. So I strip him down to his diaper and cover him up. As soon as he spots Buffy he crawls over to her. He snuggles up to her, and his head is right under her chin. But having the baby against her like that isn’t stopping her from enjoying her afterglow. She’s smiling like an idiot, and she’s much more relaxed then she was when I first got here. I lean over and give her a little kiss on the lips before I put my head down on my pillow and drift off to sleep.
