BPOV
I wake up to the smell of bacon and the sound of the kids laughing. I glance over at the clock and see that it’s already seven in the morning. I should have been up by now. I guess having two mild blowing orgasms will make a person oversleep. I sit up and stretch my arms high above my head. I feel the bones in my spine pop back into place and it feels a lot better now. I feel so much more relaxed and refreshed after last night. It’s been a while since me and Faith have had sex, mostly because we couldn’t because Addison kept having those nightmares, but now I know Faith is hiding something. I don’t know what, and I have my suspicions, but she is hiding something. She told me it’s a good thing and I’m going to love it so I’m going to trust her on this one, because she wouldn’t risk having to sleep on the couch unless she was right.
I get up and go into the bathroom. I avoid looking at the mirror and go straight to the toilet. When I’m done doing my business I wash my hands and then look up at the horrible mess that is my face. I splash some cool water on it and that helps a little. I comb out my hair since it looks like I was fucked a lot rougher then I really was. I shouldn’t say that. I was fucked last night, I was loved. It doesn’t matter how stupid that sounds, but that’s what I was. It was gentle and slow, and for a while I thought I was going insane because she kept me on edge for what felt like forever. Anyway, after I wash my face I gurgle a little bit of mouthwash to get rid of the morning breath. I don’t bother brushing my teeth because I’m about to go eat breakfast so what’s the point? It would be better to brush them afterwards.
When I walk back into my bedroom I slip on some panties and head out to the kitchen. The closer I get to it the louder the noise gets and I can’t help but smile. When I walk into the kitchen I see Faith standing at the stove making some eggs, and the kids are at the table with their plates full of pancakes, sausage, bacon, toast, hash browns, and an English muffin. Joseph has a pancake that Faith or one of the kids tore into little pieces so he can eat it without choking. He’s almost eleven months old now and his personality is really starting to show. He interacts with his big brother and sister way more, and they love it. Matthew’s sitting in the chair next to the highchair and he’s encouraging my little baby boy to blow raspberries, and Addison is watching them and laughing hysterically. I try not to roll my eyes as I walk over and give Matthew a kiss on the top of his head.
“Hey, how’s my champ feeling this morning?” He has a basketball game today against a team from Las Vegas. Apparently Matthew’s school has never beaten this team, but the coach thinks they are because my boy is the star player. I know that’s not saying much because he’s only in fifth grade, but I’m still really proud of him. He tells me he’s feeling fine and he starts eating his breakfast. “And how’s Mr. Grouch doing today?” I ask Joseph and he starts laughing at the voice I just used. I lean down and try to give him a kiss on the lips, but he does this thing now that whenever you try to give him a kiss he opens his mouth as wide as he can and sticks out his tongue. So instead of kissing his little pink lips, I get licked by his slobbery pink tongue. I pull back and smile at him. He smiles right back and he looks absolutely adorable.
“Well, thank you for that. It was very kind of you.” He picks up a piece of pancake and shoves it in his mouth and then starts banging his hands on the plastic tray. I sit down next to Addison and give her a kiss on the cheek. “And how’s my princess? Did you have any bad dreams?” She shakes her head no while she chews the very large bite of toast. “That’s great, sweetheart.” I try not to say anything like ‘maybe they’re gone for good’ because I don’t want to get her hopes up. I glance over at Faith and just watch her make the last of the breakfast. The burner for the eggs is turned off so now she’s letting them cool. I stand up and get a plate out of the cupboard and walk over to the stove. The meats and hash browns are still in their skillets, the toast is on a plate but it’s on the counter, and I guess I’ll be making my own English muffin.
“Alright, who wants eggs?” she asks in a very cheerful voice and all three of my kids raise their hands. I know Joseph is only doing it because the other two are but it’s still hilarious to see. She picks up the skillet and walks over to the table and serves them the food. “Now be careful they’re still a little hot.” She puts a large scoop of them down on Joseph’s tray so I know they aren’t very hot. He practically attacks them but then slows down when he realizes that he has to chew them up. “Are you gonna be able to make it to Mattie’s game?” Why would she ask me that of course I’ll be….oh fuck! I look over at my oldest son who’s looking at me with some anticipation and eagerness. I guess he’s really looking forward to it. We haven’t missed any of his games, but most of his games are on Thursdays, and I don’t have class on Thursdays.
“No, I can’t make it.” He face drops a little bit, but he tries to hide the disappointment. We all caught the glimpse though. “I’m so sorry, Matthew, but I have class. And I can’t miss it today because we have a big test we have to take.” I sit down at the table and wait until he makes eye contact with me. “I promise I’ll make it up to you.” He just nods his head and tries to act like it’s no big deal. I feel like shit for having to miss this. It’s one of the biggest games of the year. If they win this then they go to the finals, and if they win those four games then they go to the championship, and if they win that then everyone gets a trophy, win or lose. But I mostly feel like shit because in a couple years he’s going to be in high school and he won’t want us to come to the games because he’ll be too busy trying to impress a girl or something.
“How about I have Mama record it, and when I get home we can watch it together?” He brightens up a little bit at that idea, but not by much. We hear the school bus honk outside and he gets up and goes to his room to get his backpack. He finished off most of his food, but he pretty much stopped eating after I disappointed him. I have no idea how I’m going to make it up to him, but I’m going to. He walks out of his bedroom, and starts to head for the front door, but I stop him. “Hey, you’re not leaving the house like that.” He stops, rolls his eyes, and comes back into the kitchen. He gives me a kiss on the cheek, and then gives one to Faith. “That’s better. Have a good day a school.” We have one, maybe two more years of him willingly giving us kisses, so we’re going to take all the kisses we can get. “What are you gonna be up to today?” Faith finishes chewing and then swallowing before she answers.
“Might do a little grocery shopping. Ruby’s vet appointment is today and I don’t know how long that’s gonna take.” It turns out that Faith only told me she’d be getting the puppy spayed this week so I would calm down and not freak out. But the vet said that their office won’t spay a puppy under the age of five months. So we have to wait awhile. “I don’t have class tonight so I’m gonna take it easy. I wanna be at the school a little early so I can get a good seat since you want me to record the game for you.” I feel a little pang of guilt at that. I can’t believe I have to miss his game all because of this stupid business class. Then again life isn’t fair and I think we need to start teaching our kids that a little more. I think they’re getting spoiled. The last thing I want to have to deal with is a spoiled teenager who throws a fit whenever they don’t get their way. Ok, so I don’t think they’re gonna be that bad. At least I hope not.
“Are you still gonna be late?” I ask, and I try to sound pleasant about it, but I can’t help but have a little irritation in my voice. All she had to do was call and say that she was going to be late. I had something big planned. We were finally going to use that spell. We were rested because Addison hasn’t been having any nightmares and the kids went to bed without any problems, and I wanted to be with her, and I wanted to try something new. I was so pissed because I’m going through all this trouble to try and please her and she can’t even meet me halfway. But she says she has a surprise that I’m really going to love, so I’ll just suck it up and stay off her back about it.
“Not as late as last night, but yeah I might be a little late.” She finishes her breakfast then rises off her plate and puts it in the dishwasher. She looks over at the clock on the stove and then down at her watch for whatever reason. “Alright, Addy, time to go to school.” Unlike Matthew, Addison still loves giving us kisses and hugs. Ok, so she doesn’t and she never really has. She’s never been very affectionate with us because her world revolves around her older brother. I swear, it’s like she looks at him and she sees God. Anyway, she gives me a hug and a kiss, and I hug her, and kiss her back, and tell her I love her. Then she runs out the door like she doesn’t have a care in the world. And that’s how it’s supposed to be. “See you in a little bit.” Faith gives me a little peck on the lips and leaves to take our baby to daycare. I take another bite from my bacon and look over at the little boy in the highchair.
“Well, little man, what are we going to do while everyone else is gone?” I ask him and he just smiles at me. Then he starts blowing raspberries again and I roll my eyes. Now that Matthew taught him that new trick that’s all he’s going to do. He better not do that when I feed him his baby food or things will get very messy and gross. I try to avoid buying all things green, but Faith thinks they’re just so funny. Well she isn’t going to think it’s funny when she has split pee all over her when she feeds him. “I would suggest going to the park but I don’t know if those people are going to be there or not. Probably not since I’ve never seen them there before. But we can always go for a little walk.” He gets excited when I say that. I’ve always loved taking walks with my kids. I don’t know, there’s just something nice about walking down the street, pushing a stroller and showing your baby the big world outside the walls of the house.
When I finish eating I rinse off my dish and put it in the dishwasher. Then I clean up the big mess tha Joseph made on his tray. Then I wipe off his face and hands, and give him a couple of toys to play with while I’m in the shower. I said earlier that I feel more relaxed after last night, well I also feel a little icky because dried sweat on my skin is not something that I enjoy. I use my lavender shampoo and conditioner instead of the vanilla, which is what I usually use. I don’t know why, I’m just in a lavender sort of mood this morning. I guess because everything is calm again. Addison isn’t having nightmares, there are no big bads causing trouble, everyone is happy, and healthy, and it feels good. It feels good to just relax and not have to worry about anything. I’m trying to be more like Faith today and just live in the moment instead of worrying about the future.
When I get out of the shower I blow dry my hair and go into my room to get dressed. Since this is a day for relaxation I’m going to dress very casual. Very simple under-stuff. Cotton, white, a few months old. This bra and panties are for comfort, not looks. Then I slip on my light blue jeans, fitting but not too tight, the knees are starting to wear down a little, and they’re very faded. Again the point here is comfort. The only thing that’s going to be for looks is the jewelry, but I haven’t decided what I’m going to wear yet. I put on my light green shirt with the picture of the cartoon panda, sitting in a bamboo tree and looking adorable. I slip on my light blue flip flops, and put my hair up in a loose ponytail. I keep my makeup light, mostly some cover up, a little bit of eyeshadow, nothing fancy. But then I put on the diamond bracelet that Faith got me for our anniversary. I feel like showing off a little bit.
“Ok, chunky boy, lets get you dressed so we can go out,” I say as I walk into the kitchen. He starts smiling the second he hears my voice, and then he starts laughing because he just threw one of his toys at me. Damn, that kid has a good arm. I guess it’s safe to say he’s a slayer too. We won’t know for sure until he’s older and we can test him but I don’t know of any other babies who can throw a toy that far across a room. I hear a high pitched yelp come from the backyard and I look out the window. Ruby just pulled out another chunk of fur from Tucker. That poor dog. I don’t think it’s very fair for him that he has to put up with that little brat. And he’s getting older now so it’s not like he can out run her or anything. I open up the backdoor and let him in and use my foot as a block for the little hellhound. I might as well take Tucker with us, give him a break from the little beast that’s making his life a little harder.
I take Joseph into my bedroom and sit him down on the bed. Tucker tries to jump up there with him but since he can’t jump to well these days he just stands there with his front paws holding him up so he can lick my little boy’s face clean. I guess he still smells like pancake and formula. But he doesn’t care that the dog is licking him. Nope, just the opposite. He loves it. He’s laughing and squealing and grabbing onto the fur on Tucker’s neck so he can’t pull away. It’s kind of gross, but I’m being relaxed today so I don’t really care either. I’ll wipe his face off with a baby wipe after I put him in the stroller. Anyway, after I change his diaper I put him in some dark blue jean shorts, his little pleather sandals, and a red shirt that has a picture of a building on fire, and firefighters trying to put out the blaze and underneath it in big bold letters are the words ‘hot stuff’. Faith bought it for him, and I thought it was a little much at the time, but now I think it’s adorable.
When Joseph is strapped in the umbrella stroller, and Tucker has his leash on I leave a note for Faith telling her that I took the boys for a walk and I’ll be back in a little while, I grab my purse and we leave. It’s a really nice day today, but it’s kinda always like that here. Faith doesn’t like it too much because she’s so used to living in places where the weather changes a lot with the different seasons, but I’m totally not used to that. LA girl here, remember? Northern California was a little too much for me. I don’t know how we lived there for so long. I guess we just got caught up in being moms and we couldn’t do the things we had planned. We used to talk about buying a small yacht, taking it out to sea for a couple weeks at a time. Just the open ocean, a couple bottles of champagne, and us. But then I got pregnant and we had to cancel all of our plans. But we have our golden years to do all that stuff.
I’m sure in our golden years we’re going to be living on a yacht, sailing around the world and just being together. Yeah right. Like that’ll really happen. We’d drive each other insane. See, Faith and I love each other very much, but no two people can spend every second together and not get on each other’s nerves. I honestly think that rough patch we had all those years ago when we broke up for a couple months was because we spent too much time together. We still do things together but we have time that’s just for ourselves. Sort of. We’re taking the business classes, and Faith spends a lot of time at her dad’s, and I spend a lot of time with my circle of friends. I haven’t been hanging out with them a lot lately because of the business class and everything else I have going on at home, but we try to get together at least once a week, usually on Sundays. I’ll have to call Kim and see who’s house we’re meeting at this week.
I didn’t plan on coming here, but while I’m out I might as well go into the little corner store. Not buying something would be rude so I’ll just browse around until something strikes my fancy. Dogs aren’t allowed inside so I have to tie Tucker up to the metal picnic bench outside. I go inside the mini-mart and the first thing I notice is the clerk. He’s tall, I can tell he’s a smoker because of the leathery looking skin. He has black hair that’s balding on top, and a fading goatee. He looks bored out of his mind and his eyes are all over me the second I walk through the door. I just give him a small smile and keep on walking. I can practically feel his eyes on my ass as I walk further into the store. The way I’m looking at it is this: I’m almost forty. And screw you, thirty-four is totally almost forty. I should be thankful for all of the people who still ogle my goodies because that doesn’t happen to a lot of almost forty-year-old women. So I’m standing in the middle of an isle trying to decide which type of Pringles I want: sour cream and onion, or original when I hear:
“Daddy, look at the baby!” She sounds four, maybe five years old so I won’t get too defensive. I look down and see and blur of blonde and pink running towards the stroller. As soon as she gets close enough she drops to her knees so she can be eye level with my little boy. I glance down at him and he looks a little afraid. But then she starts smiling and talking to him. “You’re a cute little baby. I wish a had a little brother that looked like you.” Wow, that’s probably one of the sweetest things that someone has said about my kids. The little girl is a cutie herself. Blonde hair, light hazel eyes, looks a lot like me when I was a child. I smile a little bit and she looks up at me with a big toothy grin. “Your baby is very cute.” Well isn’t she just the sweetest little angel?
“Thank you,” I tell her and make my selection. I decided to just get both, clear up the confusion and this way I can give one to Faith. But which one will she want? Better make it two of each. “You’re very cute yourself.” She blushes and then tries to hide behind her hair. “Don’t be shy. A girl can never be told enough that she’s cute.” What? It’s true. I’m about to ask her about her dad and where he is, ya know the normal ‘who does this child belong to?’ type of stuff but I’m cut off before I can get my mouth open. I hate it when that happens.
“Hannah, I told you not to run away from me.” The voice is deep, but not too deep. I look up at the man walking towards us and see the most gorgeous creature on the face of this earth. He has dark hair that’s combed just right. He has the brightest blue eyes I’ve ever seen. Nice, full, pouty lips that I just want to nibble. A perfect smile with perfect teeth. A clean shaven face with skin that looks so soft that I just want to gently caress it. He’s wearing a nice suit, black pants and jacket, a blue button up shirt, and a light blue with white diagonal stripes. Everything about him screams success, and everything in my body is telling me to fuck. “I’m so sorry. She’s been begging me for a brother, so every time she sees a baby boy she runs after him.” He smiles a very charming smile and I feel like I’m in high school again, trying to figure out a way to get the hot guy to ask me out and be subtle about it.
“Oh, that’s alright. He seems to be quite the girl magnet. They chase after him all the time.” Did I really just say that? He seems to think it’s funny though, and his laugh is just like music to my ears. “I’m Buffy.” I tell him and hold out my hand. He shakes my hand, and he’s firm but not too hard. And that sounded a lot dirty then it should have. He tells me his name is Keith. Hmmm, I think that name. Well, I like it on him at least. “And this is one of my prides and joys, Joseph. I have two more, Matthew and Addison.” Why am I telling him all of this stuff? He smiles and nods his head a little bit, but he doesn’t look like he’s panicking. Kids are like hot guy kryptonite or something. But he has a little girl, so he’s probably married. Hmm, no ring, interesting. Maybe he just doesn’t like to wear rings. That’s entirely possible.
“I have another daughter, Sarah.” He pulls out his wallet and shows me a picture of a little girl who looks exactly like the girl standing in front of me now, only she’s younger. “She’s two going on twenty.” We both laugh at the little joke and I glance down and then look up at him through my eyelashes. He has a very nice smile on his face, and I can’t help but smile flirtatiously back at him. I make some comment about him and his wife being proud because they have beautiful children and he tells me everything I need to know. “Oh, I’m not married. We split up right after Sarah was born.” I play the sympathy card, but he doesn’t look too broken up about it. “I have to go, but maybe we could continue this later over lunch? There’s this place called Lee’s Chinese Palace, they have the best Chinese food.” I smile a little and nod my head.
“Yes, I’ve been to the Palace a few times. I have some stuff that I have to get done today, but how about tomorrow at around one? Will that work?” He pulls a palm pilot out of his jacket pocket and checks the date. He says that one o’ clock tomorrow will be perfect. “Ok, I’ll see you then.” I say bye to Hannah and she reluctantly leaves. She wasn’t done talking to Joseph and he’s a little sad to see her go. He’s only eleven months and he’s already a big flirt. I can’t even imagine what he’s going to be like when he’s older. I’m about half way up to the counter to buy my purchases when I realize: I just got asked out on a date, and I accepted. What the hell is the matter with me? And didn’t he see my rings? I mean, they’re kind of hard to miss. When I’m wearing them! God, I must’ve forgotten to put them on after I took my shower.
Ok, Buffy, you’re fine. This could just be a friendly lunch. Just because he’s divorced it doesn’t mean he thinks this is a date. But he’s so gorgeous that he probably does think it’s a date. Why, why, why did I say yes? Faith isn’t going to get mad because she knows I’ll explain the situation to him and everything will be fine. Nope, she’s going to think it’s hilarious. She’s going to make fun of me for becoming a teenager again, and she’s going to think it’s hilarious that this guy is about to be rejected. Why do I have to act so blonde all the time? It isn’t even my natural hair color! Everything is going to be fine, just calm down. Even though I’m freaking out a little because I have a date tomorrow, I can’t help but feel a little excited because I have a date tomorrow! I wonder what I’m gonna wear?
FPOV
So Buffy has her big date today. When she told me that she got asked out I thought it was fuckin hilarious. I am a little jealous though, for multiple reasons. One, because my wife is going out with someone else. Two, because she gets to have Lee’s Chinese Palace and someone else is paying for it. And three because according to her this guy is the hottest guy she’s ever seen. I want a really hot guy to ask me out on a date. But no, all I get are the other people who are taking the nightly business class with me. Buffy is the one who gets asked out on actual dates because she looks like the kinda girl you wanna bring home to mom. I’m the one who gets out ask to the dance clubs, and the bars and places like that in hopes that I’ll get drunk enough to let the other person fuck me.
Don’t worry though ‘cause everything is all good. She’s gonna tell Romeo that she’s married so she can’t actually date him. She did tell me that she might not do it right away because she kinda of wants to see where this is going to lead. Yeah, she’s crazy. I do understand it. We’re getting older, we have kids, we no longer have to beat the guys off with a stick. So when a really hot guy does pay attention to you it makes you feel special. She just wants to feel that way for a little bit before she ends it. I trust her completely, and I know she would never cheat on me. But still, this is crap. She gets to go out and I’m stuck here with the kids. I love my kids and everything, but everyone could use a break once in a while. And taking care of kids is a lot harder when you’re by yourself.
Things aren’t that crazy though. Addy’s in her room playin with Brad, Mattie’s still at school, and Joey is takin his nap. So I’m sitting on the couch, watchin TV, and Ruby is passed out in my lap. I had to save her earlier because those little monsters known as four-year-olds wanted to use the markers to color her purple. And she’s tired anyway. Yesterday at the vet’s she had to get all kinds of shots and he said that some of them might make her a little drowsy for a couple days. And in this house if you don’t move fast enough you can fall prey for the little devils. Mattie won’t really do anything because he’s older and knows better. Addy and Joey on the other hand are evil when it comes to the animals. Addy will hold ‘em down and dress ‘em up, or color on ‘em, and all sorts of weird shit. Joey will just do the typical baby stuff, pullin on the ears, and the tail, and the fur. Poor little dog is so stressed I think she’s about to have a breakdown.
I turn off the TV because there’s nothing on, and I notice the one thing that parents always notice even though they don’t want to. It’s quiet in this house, way too quiet. Great, now I have to get up and investigate because those kids could be doing God knows what. So I put the dog down on the floor, and she whines, and takes a couple of steps away from the couch before she collapses and goes back to sleep. I get up and start walking around. Nope, they’re not in the kitchen trying to steal junk food from the cupboards. I was going to stall and check all the other rooms in the house before checking Addy’s room, but I think I’ll just skip that and go straight there. I have to admit I am a little afraid of what I might catch them doing. Four-year-olds do the weirdest shit ever. If you don’t believe me then ask someone who has one and they’ll tell you that they do weird shit.
So, now I’m standing in front of Addy’s door. It’s closed, and she knows she’s supposed to keep it open whenever she plays in there. It helps stop her from doing the really weird shit. I can them whispering inside but I can’t hear exactly what they’re saying. I can’t help but imagine what the future is gonna be like. When my little baby girl is twelve or thirteen, and she has a boy over at the house, and they’re sitting outside on the porch swing, and she gets her very first kiss. Me and Buffy will probably be watching from the kitchen window, because that’s just what parents do when their daughter brings home a boy. Now in this little vision I’m having I can’t really put a face to the boy who presses his lips against my daughter’s ‘cause she’s only four so I don’t know what her type is gonna be. But that’s not the point, the point is I need to open the door now and find out what’s going on.
I slowly open the door ‘cause I don’t want them to be aware of me right away. I can’t believe my eyes, my jaw actually drops a little bit. And it’s nothing dirty like I thought it was going to be. I thought they were going to be completely naked and playing doctor or something like that. But nope. Brad has his shirt off, and he’s lying on the floor on his stomach, and Addy is drawing on his back with the markers. I guess when I took the puppy away she found a new victim. I feel relieved that they weren’t doing anything under the belt, but I’m pissed because she knows not to color on people, or herself. When she started asking me about the tattoo on my arm, again, I explained to her what it is and now she wants to become a tattoo artist. And somehow she suckered Brad into letting her draw on him. Well, I don’t know exactly how she did it, but I’m not surprised, the kid is kind of a pushover.
“Addison Kristine!” I yell and it makes her jump and she messes up whatever picture she was drawing on him. She looks surprised and a little scared for like two seconds, but then she sees the fat red line that’s going straight through the picture and she looks pissed. I have to bite my bottom lip to stop myself from smiling ‘cause that’ll just make her even more pissed off and we don’t want that. When she gets really pissed she screams, and I don’t want to deal with that right now. So I need to stay calm because if I don’t then she’ll just get all uppity
“You made me ruin it!” she yells and jumps up off the floor. Brad sits up too and he looks really scared. He tries to put his shirt back on but I stop him. The marker is washable but his mom will still kill me if she sees it. Apparently they’re neat freaks or something, and Connie is scary as hell when she wants to be. And I’m a fuckin slayer, and this chick can intimidate me. Everybody thinks it’s so hilarious, but let me tell you that shit isn’t funny. Connie really does scare me, more then any demon ever has.
“Addison you know you’re not supposed to color on people.” My voice isn’t as loud or as mad as it was before. Mostly because I don’t care. She’s coloring with nontoxic, washable marker, who cares? Buffy does, which is why I have to make her stop. Addison drew all over her arms and she let Brad color on her face. “Come on, let’s get you two cleaned up.” I take ‘em into the bathroom and take out a couple of washcloths from under the sink. I get ‘em wet with warm water and some soap. “Now hold still.” I wash off Brad’s back and it doesn’t take too long. He holds still and doesn’t put up a fight. I know better then to think that Addy will go that quietly. When little Brad is done I have him go into the bedroom and put his shirt back on. Then I rinse the rag off, and put on some more soap. “Ok, Addy, your turn.” She backs away a little bit and gets a defiant look on her face.
“No. I like my pictures. I don’t want to wash ‘em off, Mama,” she tries to make herself sound pathetic, like she’s begging or something. She’s pretty good at it. She backs away a little more and I give her a warning look. It won’t do any good, but I have to at least try. I don’t understand what I’m doing wrong. I don’t understand why I can’t get my kids to listen to me. Mattie is kinda the same way. I guess this is what happens when two stubborn as people reproduce; you get stubborn ass kids.
“Addison, you can’t keep your pictures. Now get over here.” She makes an irritated noise and backs away some more. Fuckin kid, I swear. “Addison I’m not playin with you, now get over here.” She just stands there, pouting and looking pissed off. I reach over and grab onto her arm and pull her towards me. She yells out and fights it but I got a pretty good hold on her. I have to force myself not to spank her. Me and B don’t believe in doing that, but sometimes it’s hard to remember why. Like when she’s acting like this. “Hold still.” I start to wash the marker off her arms but she’s trying to get away. “Do you want me to spank you?” She shakes her head no and stops fighting. I feel like an ass using that shit against her, but nothing else is working. After I get her all washed off I hold onto her chin and lift her head up a little so she’s looking at me.
“I’m sorry I got mad, but you need to start listening, ok?” I ask in a soft tone and she nods her head yes. Year right, I give it five minutes before she starts acting up again. “Alright, give me a kiss.” I pucker up and she gives me a kiss on my lips and runs out of the room. Little brat. I get up and go back into the living room. “You two play out here now. Grab some toys and bring ‘em out to the living room.” They don’t argue which is fuckin weird, but whatever. I sit my lazy ass down on the couch and start watching TV again. I’m feeling a little restless, and anxious or whatever. One of my legs won’t stop shakin a little, and it’s driving me a little crazy. I know it’s because of Buffy. I trust her, I know she won’t cheat on me, but I don’t trust the guy she’s goin out with. Yeah she’s a slayer and she can take care of herself, but he can still make a pass at her, and I’m not there to tell him to fuck off.
“Lucy, I’m home!” Mattie yells as he runs through the door. He slams it shut and tosses his backpack over by the couch. Addy jumps up off the floor and runs over to him. She gives him a big hug and starts talking a mile a minute about all the stuff she did today. He’s only half listening as he walks into the kitchen with her at his heels, and he gets something outta the fridge. He walks back into the living room and sits down on the couch and opens up the soda. Well, he looks like he’s in a really good mood. I wonder what’s up? Something had to have happened or else he wouldn’t be smiling the way he is. “We got a new teacher today.” His teacher quit right before Christmas break, and they had a substitute for a couple days, and now I guess they have the replacement. It takes a little bit of coaxing before he opens up about the new teach and I have to hide my smile. “Her name’s Ms. Marino. And she’s really nice.”
I bet she is. It seems my little boy has a crush on the new teach. I think maybe tomorrow I’ll pick him up from school, see if I can meet this Ms. Marino who has obviously stolen my little boy’s heart. It probably won’t last more then a week. She’ll give the class some assignment that they don’t wanna do and he’ll view her as just another teacher and nothing more. I remember when I was in eighth grade I had the fattest crush on my history teacher, Mrs. Alvarez. Now that was a fine piece of ass. She was tall, tan, long black hair, dark eyes, and a hint of a Spanish accent. I remember one day we didn’t really have anything to do because we just finished a test and she didn’t have anything else planned so she tried to teach us some Spanish. I have no idea what she was saying, but it sounded hot coming from her. I’m getting a little worked up just thinking about it.
“Do you have any homework?” I ask him and he nods his head, but he doesn’t take his eyes off the TV. “Alright, half an hour of relaxing then I want it done.” He nods his head again but he could really care less about what I’m saying right now. We’ve never had a problem with him and homework, and I thank God for that everyday. I glance over at the clock on the cable box and I sigh and shift around a little bit. All the kids can tell that I’m anxious, but I’m not even trying to hide it, and they’re not stupid. But I have to try and hide it because they’re getting nervous and uncomfortable. I wonder what they’re talking about? When me and Buffy had our very first date we talked a lot, but I don’t think Buffy would tell that guy what she told me. It was some pretty personal stuff. She finally admitted to feeling the double H rule, and how frustrating it was for her when Angel was back because they couldn’t sleep together, and apparently me being around only made matters worst.
I wonder if she’s told him that she’s married yet. I mean, she has to tell him. I’m not mad that she’s having lunch with this guy but I’ll be pissed if she didn’t tell him about her marriage. I mean, I’m supposed to be the love of her life, right? That’s what she tells me. Ok, I need to stop obsessing about this. She’ll tell him. She wouldn’t just lead on some poor guy like that, and she would never cheat on me. Then I get an image in my mind, the memory of seeing Buffy pressed up against the kitchen counter, getting fucked by that redhead. But that doesn’t count, we were broken up so technically that wasn’t cheating. And we made up, and we got back together and now we’re married with two more kids. Now I really need to stop thinking about this before it drives me crazy.
I hear Joseph start crying and I thank God for the distraction. I get up and hand the remote to Mattie, and he instantly turns it from whatever channel it was on. I don’t even know what we were watching, would’ve been porn for all I know. No, I think I would have noticed that. Anyway, I got into the bedroom and my baby boy is standing up in his crib, holding onto the rail, and crying. There’s no tears or anything, he isn’t upset, he just wants out of his crib. I pick him up and he stops crying. He’s still a little groggy, and he yawns really wide and rests his head against my shoulder. I love this feeling, I always have and I always will. When your baby wants you for comfort, and when they rest their little bodies against yours, and put their head on your shoulder, and just sit there peacefully. I can’t describe exactly how it feels emotionally, but trust me when I say that it’s better then heaven. I’m sure Buffy would agree with me on this one.
“Hey Moose, did you have a nice nap?” I ask but he doesn’t respond. It’s not like I was expecting him to say anything, but sometimes he’ll nod his head or say something in baby speak. I gently rub his back and I hear him yawn again. I smile and walk over to the bed. I gently lay him down, then get a fresh diaper and the box of wipes. He starts whining right away and kicking his legs, but he doesn’t try to crawl away. I guess he knows it’s useless. “I haven’t even touched you yet, what are you whining for?” He just whines some more and keeps kicking his legs. I take off his shorts, and unbutton the onesie, and take off the dirty diaper. It’s just urine so nothing too gross. He keeps whining until I have the new diaper on and all of his clothes buttoned back up. “There, ya whiner.” I pick him up and carry him into the living room with the others. He lights up when he sees Addy, and when I put him down on the ground he crawls over to her and tries to take her toy.
“No, Joey, stop!” she yells and pushes him back. But he’s a slayer too so he’s stubborn and strong, and he isn’t going to go down without a fight. And she just keeps getting frustrated. She screeches which hurts my ears like hell, and rips the toy out of his hands. But he’s persistent, and he tries to crawl on top of her so he can reach the toy. “Mama, make him stop!” I can’t help but roll my eyes a little bit. I walk over to them and sit down next to Brad. I try to distract Joey with the other toys that are on the floor that aren’t being played with, but he wants the toy that Addy has, and there’s no changing his mind. “Stop it, Joey!” I tell her to stop yelling and that just makes her mad. “Well then do something and I won’t have to yell.” Remind me again why I’m against spanking my kids? But then Ruby runs by and Joey sees her and he loses his interest in Addy’s toy and crawls off after the dog.
“There, now you can stop screaming.” I get up and sit back down on the couch. We have the living room surrounded with baby gates so I don’t have to worry about Joey crawling into the kitchen and drinking the Drain-O or anything. I do glace over at him every once in a while to make sure he isn’t hurting the puppy. But that’s not the case. He’s trying to crawl away, most likely back towards his sister, but Ruby has a hold of his shorts and she’s pulling for all she’s worth. He’s whining and trying to get her off but she won’t budge. I start laughing a little bit, but I’m trying not to ‘cause that would just be mean. But then he just gives up the fight altogether, and lays down flat on the floor, with his arms spread out wide, and his face in the carpet. And he’s just crying as hard as he can. Ruby is pulling on his shorts, and thrashing her head from side to side, and if I don’t stop her she’s gonna rip a hole in those shorts, and make my boy have a nervous breakdown.
“Alright, Ruby stop it.” I kneel down there and make the dog let him go. She tries to bite him again until I give her a little smack on the nose. “No.” She runs off and starts playing with her squeaky mouse since there’s nothing else for her to play with in the living room. And then I feel Buffy at the front door. I look up and wait for her to walk in here. She calls out to us to announce her presence and Addy jump up and runs over to her and starts huggin her and telling her all about her day, but I don’t think Buffy’s listening. She looks a little...weirded out is the best way to describe it. She puts her purse on the end table and walks into the kitchen. She gets something out of the fridge and walks into the living room and sits down on the couch. She twists the cap off the beer bottle and takes a long swig. She downs half of it before pulling the bottle away from her mouth and taking a deep breath. “So, what happened?” She gets a disturbed look on her face.
“I think he wanted to breed with me,” she says and takes another swig of beer. Me and Mattie give her a confused look, but the other kids have no idea what she’s talking about. “He called me beautiful a couple of times, which I thought was really nice, but then he started talking about how he wants more kids and it freaked me out a little. Then he asked if I want to have more, and I told him that I can’t because of the complication I had with Joey, and he dropped the subject completely. It was weird, and when he asked me out to dinner for Saturday night I apologized about not telling him sooner that I’m married.” She takes another long drink from the bottle and rubs her thumb against the label for a few seconds. “So, not this weekend but the weekend after we’re all going to the Adventure dome. He said that just because we can’t date it doesn’t mean we can’t be friends.” I sit down on the couch next to Buffy and take a drink from her beer.
“Nothing wrong with making new friends. He has a daughter Addy’s age, right?” I ask and Buffy nods her head yes. So, Addy can make a new friend, see, there’s nothing bad about this at all. Except this guy wanted to fuck my wife. I don’t think I’m going to become best friends with this guy. “We can have Emma babysit Joey, ‘cause he’s still too little for that place.” If we take him we’ll just have to leave in a couple hours ‘cause he’ll get fussy and that place is kinda expensive. The kids are really excited about it, but Mattie seems a little weary. Good, I don’t want all my kids to think this guy is the coolest thing since sliced bread. They’re supposed to think that about me. But I guess it doesn’t matter. It’s just one day, and after that we never have to see him again. “Are you sure we have to go? I mean, we could just blow this guy off, tell him we don’t have enough for all of us to go.” Buffy rolls her eyes and takes her beer back.
“He insisted on paying for everything, and he’s not going to take no for an answer.” Sweet, we are totally going. I can’t wait. I love that place almost as much as the kids do. And I’m not just talking about my kids, I’m talking about all of the kids and teenagers that go there. Now I suddenly can’t wait for next Saturday to hurry up and get here.
