The Storm

Chapter 24

Atlas

As much as I tried to get rid of my daughters on our way home, they just wouldn't let me drop them off at their grandma's house. Man, I even told them they could annoy Winter, and I know she has to study for an exam.

But no. Vienna and Allie desperately wanted to come home with Sierra and me. I mean, they do live here. And they are kind of our children, so I shouldn't be bummed out about it.

But I fucking am.

I was planning on getting the dessert I deserve.

Not that anyone doesn't understand what I mean, but I'm talking about eating my wife's pussy.

I am fucking starving and I deserve to eat her out. All fucking night long.

Guess that's not what's happening tonight then.

My daughters should be exhausted. They should be dropping dead in bed, but no, they're more awake than ever.

It's eleven at night by the time we get home, and yet Allie is jumping around. She's grabbing onto Vienna's hands, both jumping in circles.

"You think we should sign them up for dance classes?" Sierra asks, leaning her head against my shoulder. "I've read there are some for toddlers. Though, they're in Seattle, not Medina. If I remember correctly, they're every Tuesday and Thursday from 3-5 p.m."

Do I have to respond? Cause like, no. I don't want them going anywhere but this house. I know they probably should, but there could be boys at dance class.

To buy myself some more time, I take Sierra's hand and lead her to the kitchen, helping her sit down. She's getting all grumpy when she has to stand for too long.

Eventually I have to answer her tho. "I think we shouldn't overwhelm Vienna even more. She's barely okay with daycare."

As Sierra considers my words, I walk over to the pantry and take out some mini pretzels. I know Sierra is craving anything salty these days, and even though we just ate, she's always up for anything salty.

I turn on the kettle to heat up some water and get Sierra one of her pregnancy-safe teas. It's supposed to tastes like strawberry-cheesecake and is decaf. I'm not quite sure how anything strawberry-cheesecake could have caffeine in it, but alright.

I'm also not sure when the fuck any tea company decided Strawberry-cheesecake tea was a good idea, but I mean, my pregnant wife is digging it.

"You might have a point there," Sierra finally says. "But Allie can go. She'd love it. Plus, maybe she'd be less energetic at night then."

We both look towards our daughters. Allie is running in circles in the kitchen. Just between the island and the stove. Vienna, on the other hand, she does appear tired now.

"Cupcake, you tired?" I ask her. She wipes at her eye, yawns at nods all at the same time.

"I'm not, daddy!" Allie sequels and starts to run away from me. It's like she fears me throwing her over my shoulder and forcing her upstairs to go to sleep.

"Go find Taco, okay, cheeseball?" Allie nods and runs off to get the dog. He still needs to go on a walk anyway, might as well take her with me.

I kneel down to Vienna, cupping her tiny face in my hands. "You wanna go to sleep?" I ask her, brushing her hair behind her ears.

Vienna nods, yawning yet again.

Looking up to Sierra, I find her smiling with delight, so soft and as though me interacting with our kids makes her...proud?