Homecoming Proposal: Book One

Chapter 25 - Breakfast

CARMEN-present

The soft chimes at 6 a.m. woke me quickly.  After years of waking at the slightest sounds of children, the chimes pleasantly started my day.  Feeling the heat radiating behind me, I recognized I was sharing a bed with someone other than one of my younger children.  A delicious weight along my ribs, wrapping around my front, with a thick hand lodged firmly between my breasts.  I needed relief for them, as well as my bladder.

Extricating myself from Riley's embrace, I rushed to the en-suite and closed the door with a soft click.  Approaching the toilet, I glimpsed the toilet seat was up.  Ian used to get up in the middle of the night, and I had countless before dawn splashes when I failed to ensure the proper position for me to sit, though I'm sure some of those were from our sons' nocturnal visits as well.  Riley was as unaccustomed to putting it down as I was to it up.  I smiled despite the tears as I finished my morning routine.

"Good morning, Sparky."  His rough voice rumbled as he greeted me.  He lay on his side with his head propped on his hand.

Almost hesitantly, I returned his greeting.  "Good morning to you." I fidgeted with the hem of my nightshirt.  "Um, I need to pump.  Last night, I couldn't wait, but if you'd like me to cover up, I will."

He reached for me.  I extended my hand to his and sat in the space I had vacated moments before.  I pulled my pump out and set it up.

Rolling to his back, he stretched.  "Nah, you're fine doing what you need to.  We can't help biology sometimes."  He released my hand, but not before bringing it to his lips and kissing the back of my knuckles.  As he stood and rounded the end of the bed, I glimpsed his morning salutation.  "Case in point.  Since I heard you were coming back, I've had to deal with this fellow like I was a teenager again."

With a sheepish grin, he entered the room I had just vacated.  I heard the shower start after the toilet flushed.  I plodded over to the mini-fridge and pulled out two bottles of water I had put in there the night before.  Situating myself on the bed, I hooked up the pumps as they began their task.  Leaning back, I drank one before picking up my phone to check for messages.

A slew of messages from the group chat and individual messages greeted me.  I spent the next few minutes reading.  It seemed they all had the same questions, so I answered in the group.

Me: Yes, I'll be there for breakfast, maybe even before 9.

Me: No, I am not planning on running away without a goodbye again.

Me: Yes, I'll gladly explain why I left, but only in person.

Me: Doubtful.  I have a place I set down roots, so I don't know that I'll move back.

Me: Maybe, I might come back to visit again before the reunion, but not likely.

Me: No, I won't tell you my likes and dislikes in bed, mainly because that's not the only place I like to do things. :)

Me: Yes, you'll get to meet my family.  I hope I get to meet your families, too.

Me: Popping off to finish pumping before getting ready to meet.  I can't wait to see you all.

I heard Riley turn off the shower just as I was switching out the bottles.  He came back out looking more relaxed and sat at my feet.  Picking them up, he placed them across his muscular thighs.

"Carmen, how long has it been?"

I looked at him, guessing he was asking me how long it had been since I'd had sex, but not sure.  "Since what?"