Cold All the Way Through, But Warming

Confessions

Lights burst into his house, more relieved than ever to have the sudden rush of noise that was his sons launching themselves at him. He wrapped his arms around them, lifting them up and spinning them around the parlor while Mavis laughed and Nana barked. The few puppies left set up a yapping that he found far too endearing, and he picked one up to cuddle. The commotion quickly drew the attention of their mother though, Sylvie coming out with their newest in her arms. He smiled, coming over to brush his fingers over the wispy brown hair on the baby's head. "And how is my little girl?"

"Growing like a weed." Sylvie replied, her lips tilted up in a smile.

Lights reached over, tilting her chin up more. "And how is my best girl?"

"Glad that you're home." She spoke softly, her breath whispering against his cheek as he leaned down to kiss her. He never tired of kissing her, of feeling her soft lips and burying his hands on her hair to hold her just right. The way she would move her lips against his, how she curled herself around him, it was enough to drive him to madness. It took all he had not to groan when she pulled back, looking to their children. "Boys, I'm going to put Doreen and Mavis down for a nap. Why don't you go play outside with Nana and the puppies? I'm sure they would like to run around."

They were quick to head out, and Lights was quick to follow his wife upstairs, Mavis in his arms. Sylvie quickly took her from him, settling her down. She looked over her shoulder, "Sit down and rock her, she likes it."

"Of course, she does." He chuckled and collected his youngest, sitting in the rocking chair kept in the nursery. "When has any child of ours not enjoyed being rocked?" He set the chair to rocking, singing some nonsense song about a seabird to her as he did. She appeared rapt as he described a gull flying out with a ship and becoming the crew's pet, although as he made up words about the dark and calm night at sea, her eyes slowly slid shut.

Sylvie gently lifted her from him, settling her into a crib. "I always love how quickly you can get them to go to sleep."

"Our girls have enough sense to find all my stories boring." He whispered as they gently closed the nursery door.

Sylvie smirked, taking his hand and leading him to their bedroom. "And our boys?"

"There I failed, they seem to find them far too exciting." He shrugged, taking a moment to look at his wife. Her dark curls that fell around her, that impish smile on her lips, the way she stood slightly cockeyed because of her foot, there was nothing more beautiful. He did start when she reached for his trousers though, stepping back. "Sylvie, you just had Doreen!"

"It's been eight months." She shook her head, "I wouldn't want you if I wasn't ready."

He still hesitated, "Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you."

"I'm quite sure, I was ready months ago but you weren't here." She pursed her lips, "Now, will you let me?"

He snorted, "As if I would ever refuse you."

"You just did."

"I never said no," Lights let his hands wander to her waist, pulling her shirtwaist from her skirt. "I just didn't want to hurt you."

Sylvie yanked his trousers down, worming her hands into his undergarment to take him in hand. "Oh just be quiet and fuck me."

"Aye, ma'am." He teased, gasping when she squeezed him in the way that he liked. He was glad the boys were outside and the girls asleep for he had no desire to explain things. In fact, he took a moment to lock the door before collecting his wife in his arms and laying her on the bed. She gave a delighted sigh as he stripped her shirtwaist off, unfastened her skirt and tugged it down. He let his hands wander her legs, tracing over every inch of her skin lovingly.