Engaged to Andy Barber, and deeming him too safe, and only wanting to be intimate to get you pregnant, you start a sex only relationship with Ransom Drysdale. Nothing is ever easy, and you get yourself into a web of lies. Are you the only one lyin...
Warnings: vague mentions of divorce, mentions of Andy's jealousy, vague mentions reader's trauma with Andy, mentions of the affair, explicit language, implied possible murder, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 2.1k
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You quickly rush yourself over to Ransom's, you had some quick business to finish up with Mike, and Ransom had volunteered to take the girls to his house, so you could hopefully get all the paperwork completed, and your plan for attack under control. And since he volunteered, he drove the SUV with the car seats and entrusted you with his first baby, the Beemer.
You know that you must be very careful with this most precious cargo of his, and you can feel your anxiety rising at the thought of anything happening to it, and still wanting to make good time to get the girls. Ransom had never had both of them by himself, and now that they're mobile, they're hard to keep up with.
But when you arrived to that townhouse, the house lit in soft lighting, you want to peek in the window a bit first, especially after hearing those sweet giggles. You were not prepared for the image in front of you; Ransom voluntarily and without coaxing on the floor taking turns tickling Aster and Iris. Both girls in tears, and he finally laughs himself, "Okay, okay. I'll take it easy on you, but if you don't want to pick up your toys again, it's back to the tickles."
Creepily you can't turn away from them. He picks up a toy to hand to one of them, and shows them to put it in the bin. Something as simple as picking up toys for nearly one-year-olds should not be as cute as this is. Very few people get to see this side of Ransom, and you feel blessed that you're one of those few people. The other two belonging to two toddlers that he threatens with tickles.
Deciding that you've been a peeping Tom long enough, you walk to the front door to knock. "Alright, ladies, I do believe that's your mom. Absolutely no messes, or face the wrath of being tickled!" when he opens the door his perfectly white and straight teeth give you the biggest smile. "Hey! That didn't take as long as I was hoping."
"Nice to see you, too, Ran. How were they?"
"I didn't mean it that way. I meant, that they've been amazing, and I've enjoyed it. They're either cleaning or dragging more stuff out. Is that why it's always a mess at Jake's?" he gives a laugh and you shake your head no. "He's got his toys, too, huh?"
"Yeah," you take a big whiff and let out a satisfied moan, "Yum, what's that smell?"
"Dinner. Was hoping if I already had it cooked, you and the girls could stay a little longer...maybe eat dinner with me," he pauses to give you a big please smile, mouthing please. "Otherwise, I'm stuck eating alone, or packing it up and bringing it to the apartment, and you know it won't be as good," he purses his lips waiting on your reply.
