The Divorcee's Redemption

4: Yearn

"And you're not here
And there's no one to blame but the drink in my wandering hands
Forget what I said
It's not what I meant
And I can't take it back, I can't unpack the baggage you left"

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It was raining outside and Chelsea wasn't in my bed anymore.

But there was someone else.

Her tiny leg was sprawled over my stomach while she clutched the stuffed bunny in her arms. Lucy was right next to me, wide awake and staring into my soul with her green eyes.

"Daddy you're up!"

She immediately climbed over my naked torso. My six-year-old was getting heavy. I sighed.

"Where's your mother?" I asked, often it was Chelsea who poked me awake.

"She's making breakfast. Mommy asked me to wake you up. Let's go downstairs!"

She jumped off me again and waited impatiently by the door. I sat by the bed, recovering from my three-hour sleep but Lucy waited for no one. She grabbed my hand and pulled me off the bed.

Soon enough I found myself being dragged down the stairs towards the kitchen. Chelsea was there, cooking in only my shirt and a pair of shorts. I dragged a chair and sat at the kitchen island, watching the rain till Lucy pulled me out of my trance by climbing onto my lap.

"Why did you wake him up, Lucy?" Chelsea sighed, "You know your dad is tired from the flight"

"But... But I let him sleep... For so long... And he promised to play with me today. Right Daddy?" She pressed her hands against my chest, staring at me with those big eyes. How could someone say no?

"Right. But you shouldn't have lied that your mother called me"

"I'm sorry" She shrunk back down on my lap.

Chelsea chuckled at this, "Wanna help me make some sandwiches?"

"Yes!"

Lucy rushed towards her mother. She lifted our little girl onto the kitchen island and handed her the jar of butter. "Spread it evenly" Chelsea smiled and helped Lucy with the knife.

"Do you want some, Daddy?" My cupcake asked.

I walked over to them and stood behind Chelsea, resting my hand on either side of her.

"Say aah!"

I smiled and did as told. She got all her mannerisms from Chelsea.

Taking a bite out of Lucy's bread, I pressed against Chelsea's behind. She glanced at me, a devilish smile tugged her lips.

"I thought you were tired?"

"Think again" I rasped in her ear.

My erection was already begging to be set free and her ass wasn't helping. I spent a week and a half in Spain but couldn't take my girls as Lucy had school and Chelsea had a studio to run. The flight was early this time, too early... And I had to groggily enter the comfort of my home at 3 fucking am. My sleep was destroyed, especially since Chelsea and I had an hour-long senseless makeout session as soon as I reached back.

Now, half an hour past seven, I was dying to be inside her.

But I reminded myself that I had held back before.

For a whole two months.

Even though the morning after ended with both of us severely bruised and immobile.