Thrive - Side 2

I woke up the following morning after a pleasure filled night and saw Abby sitting up in bed.

“Abby?”

I propped up on my elbows and looked at her, still not fully awake.

“Good morning.”

“Good morning. How you feeling?”

“Sore, but overall, great.”

I sat up and kissed her, pulling her into my lap.

“Ya know, we gotta shower and…”

I interrupted her when I started kissing her neck; she gasped.

“Alex…”

“What?”

“Ya know we have to pick up our daughter…”

“I know. I’m just not ready to get out of bed yet.”

“That’s what I’m trying to do. I’m sore.”

“And you have a beautiful hickey on your neck to add.”

She sighed.

“Seriously? I’m gonna have to use fucking concealer.”

I chuckled.

“This isn’t funny, Alex. I’m a mother now. I can’t be sporting hickeys.”

“Not even a little?” I said, trying to fight a smile.

“Well…” she started, scratching her head.

“I’m taking that as a yes.”

She began to laugh along with me.

“Do you think a shower would help with the soreness?” I asked.

“Maybe. Wanna join me?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I thought we had a child to get to? Goes by Scarlett?”

I was secretly hopeful.

“Who said there was gonna be any funny business?”

With a burst of energy, Abby sprinted out of bed and toward the bathroom. I stopped her in the doorway and wrapped my arms around her torso, keeping a stronghold on her.

“Can I start the water?” she asked.

“Can I grab a condom?”

She gave in.

“Yes. Make it quick.”

I kissed the back of her head then let her go. She continued her walk to the bathroom and turned on the water, adjusting it to the perfect temperature.

“How’s the water?” I whispered into her ear.

“You tell me.”

She stepped in and walked to the opposite end of the shower; I was starving.

“It’s perfect. Like you.” I said in a husky voice.

“Get over here and kiss me.”

“Yes, ma’am.” I said, smirking.

I crashed my lips onto hers and pushed her against the wall. She lifted her legs and wound them around his waist. Without another word, I thrusted myself inside of her and she cried out in pleasure. Once she raised her head, I bit down on the other side of her neck, not able to help myself.

“Alex… fuck!”

Her nails dug into my back and I groaned.

“You are wicked. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

When Abby came, she laid her head in the nape of my neck until he I rode out my own orgasm; we had a quick shower after.

Shortly after exiting the bathroom, I noticed her looking in the mirror; I assumed it was her neck she was checking more than anything else. She certainly had a hickey on the left side from last night and a fresh hickey on the opposite side.

“You know that’s gonna bruise?” she asked.

As I was towel drying my hair, I looked at her checking out her neck.

“It’s gonna be a beautiful bruise.”

She shook her head.

“You’re such a dork.”

Once we were both dressed, she was covering her marked neck with concealer.

“How do I look?”

“Perfect.” I said, kissing her cheek.

She giggled and smiled.

“Let’s go get our girl.” she said, seeing I was ready to leave.

We left and were over at Jack and Miranda’s apartment in about a half hour.

“How ya feeling?” I asked, pulling out front.

“Still sore. You think she’s gonna notice?”

Couldn’t believe she just asked that.

I gave her a knowing look.

“Yeah. You’re right. She totally will.”

“…and she’ll totally want details that I know you will give her.”

“How are you so sure?” she said, smirking.

I smacked her ass, nearing their apartment door which elicited a yelp from her and a smack on my arm as we waited for them to answer.

"Abby!" Miranda exclaimed, sprinting toward her.

She embraced her immediately and endured a bear hug from her. Jack greeted me and let me into the apartment with Luca and Scarlett nearby, of course. I followed him into their apartment.

“How was she?”

“Wonderful. She missed you two, though.”

“That’s great.” I said, smiling at the oblivious girl.

Smiles did not laugh as Miranda rushed into the living room while Jack scooped up my crying nephew. Abby walked over to me and Scarlett as I was sitting on the floor with her.

“Hi, Pumpkin.” she said to the curious child.

She turned to Abby and cooed.

“I missed you. Did you miss me?”

“She missed me.” I butted in.

“Excuse me. I’m in the middle of a conversation.” she laughed.

“I’m sure Scarlett doesn’t mind. Am I right?”

Scarlett reached out to touch my face. I made a silly face which caused her to giggle.

“What?” I asked.

“You are the best dad in the world. She’s so lucky to have one like you.”

I turned to see a teary eyed Abby which was concerning. She wiped her eyes immediately in an attempt for me not to notice; that’s impossible.

“Abby?”

“Are you okay?”

“Of course I’m okay. Those were happy tears.”

“Good. I was worried.”

She pulled me into a kiss.

“You worry too much.”

“Well, aren’t you two adorable?” I overheard Miranda.

Abby buried her head into the crook of my neck; I kissed the top of her head.

How long had she been standing there?

“Is Luca okay?” she asked.

“He’s fine. Just a dirty diaper.”

She nodded.

“That’s good.”

We turned back to see Scarlett sleeping.

“I think we should go. She clearly needs a nap.” she said, lifting her carrier.

We said our goodbyes and were soon on our way home.

“I’m gonna head to the kitchen.” she said, before kissing my cheek.

I was starving.

“And I’ll put Scarlett down for a nap.”

She smiled and took a turn to the right. I came back to find food items out to make what I knew was going to be a delicious breakfast.

“Whatcha making?” I asked, sliding my arms around her torso.

“A mess.”

“Can I help?”

“Of course. Could you get two skillets and olive oil to start?”

I nodded and walked away.

“What else can I do?”

She smiled.

“Would you mind slicing the peppers and ham?”

“Don’t mind at all, my love.” I said in a British accent.

“Thank you.” she said, heating the main skillet.

I moved away and got to work.

“How’s it going here, Chef Gaskarth?”

I chuckled.

“Great. Just about done. I’ll throw them in for you.”

She continued cooking the rest of breakfast while I got plates and forks out as well as orange juice.

“That smells delicious.” I said as she plated the eggs.

“You can say that again.”

She took one bite and moaned.

“I love that moan almost as much as the ones I give you.”

She blushed.

“Are you blushing?”

“Just eat.”

She pushed my fork up to my mouth. I smirked as I took a bite of my good; I had a similar reaction.

“How about the ones I give you when I give you a blowjob?”

She smirked, slowly pulling her fork out of mouth, then licking her lips.

“Are you trying to kill me?”

She laughed.

“You love me.”

“That couldn’t be more true.”

I took her hand and intertwined our fingers. After we ate, I took our plates into the kitchen while she ventured to the living room. While the home screen loaded, I moved her so that she was securely between my legs, kissing the back of her neck.

“Hey.” she said, turning to kiss me.

“Hey.” I said against her lips.

Then, I wrapped my arms around her.

“Someone’s affectionate today.”

“It’s hard not to be. You are pure perfection in every way possible.”

She placed my hands in hers and kissed them.

“So are you, Alex. So are you.”

We remained in that position for a solid hour until we had to wake Scarlett from her nap, but it certainly did not stop us from having an wonderful day spent at home with the light of our lives.

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