Married To A Playgirl

Chapter 38

Asteria Celeste Averix Levington POV

Time flew by swiftly, marking a month of significant changes and resolutions within our family - Kian, Zyrone, and me. Perhaps we had truly become a family. Are you happy? She embraced me from behind, calling my name softly, burying her face into my shoulder as if savoring the moment. I turned to her, responding with a gentle hum.

During these past months, Kian and I worked on fixing our relationship, strengthening the bond between us as wives. She put in considerable effort to prove her worthiness and earn another chance. Our son's innocent question interrupted us, bringing a smile to our faces.

"Ehem," he cleared his throat, drawing our attention. "My parents are so sweet," he remarked, joining in our embrace with my husband and me.

"You're here," I replied with a smile, pulling her closer.

"When will I have siblings?" his unexpected question caught me off guard. Despite his young age, he was curious about having a sibling. Kian chuckled softly, exchanging mischievous glances with me. It seemed she might have influenced our son's inquiry. As father and son released me from the hug, Kian faced me.

"Look, Estria, when will it happen?" She teased mischievously, and I playfully slapped her as she chuckled weakly.

"I'm not sure, sorry," I replied, taken aback.

Zyrone then pleaded, "Mommy, Daddy, give me a brother, please," making puppy eyes to express his desire. I shared his wish deep down. If only he knew. I turned to my wife, holding my breath.

"You talk to our son, Kian," I instructed her.

I headed to the kitchen to prepare our lunch, taking care of cooking as Zyrone had no school that day. I started by visiting the coffee shop, with Kian by my side as I engaged in tasks. Sometimes, I wondered where our son picked up certain phrases - perhaps his mischievous father was subtly teaching him.

As I reflected on the situation, I resolved to address it. Our son was too young for such matters, and although Kian may not have objected to his request, she seemed willing to entertain the idea. Despite the complexities, I found genuine happiness in the repaired relationship with my wife.

After discarding the unripe papaya skin and preparing the chicken for frying, I retrieved horseradish from behind the house. The papaya, stored in the refrigerator for some time, awaited its use.

After completing my tasks, I visited the living room where I found the two important people in my life playfully chasing each other, with throw pillows scattered around. With a part-time maid visiting only on Saturdays, household chores often accumulated due to my commitments at the coffee shop and looking after my son's school activities.

Realizing my oversight, I picked up a stray pillow as Zyrone, sweating from play, turned to me. I brought him closer, using my clothes to wipe his sweaty face before asking if he wanted to play a bit more.

As Zyrone agreed to wait in the kitchen, Kian and I lingered behind. Curious, I asked her why we left, and she drew me closer, playfully requesting to be wiped clean. I jokingly questioned the need, to which she teased about being sweaty like our son. I chuckled softly and began to wipe her face, sharing a moment of affection.

"I love you," she declared.

"I love you too," I replied. Gradually, she brought her face closer to mine, almost touching lips when we were interrupted.

"Mommy, Daddy! Let's eat!" We paused, sharing a laugh before turning to our hungry son.

"Our son is hungry," I teased Kian, who whispered a playful response.

Later, as we settled in bed side by side, preparing to sleep, she caught my attention.

"Hey," she called to me, still sitting and leaning against the headboard. I joined her, and as she wrapped her arms around me, she guided me to sit closer, hinting at her desires.

"What are you doing?" I asked weakly.

"We're going to make love, wife," she said huskily.

"Huh?" Her words took a moment to sink in.

"Let's give Zyrone what he wants," she raised her eyebrows.

"The boy has been patient for a while," she added. Knowing her intentions regarding Zyrone, I quickly agreed.

She leaned closer, and unable to resist, I pulled her close, our lips meeting. She smiled and responded as our kiss deepened, leading to moments of intimacy.

Our night was filled with intimate moments, fulfilling our son's innocent wish. Each moment flowed seamlessly into the next, with her persistent efforts reflecting a desire to fulfill our son's request. As the night progressed, we shared multiple intimate encounters, with her reaching climax each time, uniting our bodies completely.

Lying next to me afterward, she lay down, and I glanced at the clock - it read midnight.

"Good night," I whispered, exhausted, before falling asleep with a smile on my face, feeling her hug and kiss on my forehead as slumber enveloped me.