Finding Sebastian

Chapter 1

He looked up at her with bright green eyes, twinkling as the moonlight filtered into the room. The white drapes fluttered as the summer breeze entered the master bedroom.

His mouth widened into a toothless smile when he noticed the blue eyes of his mother. The blue eyes reminded him of safety, love, home. He noticed how strands of her brown wavy hair danced in front of her eyes, making her look even more mystifying. His small, pudgy fingers tangled themselves in some of the strands. His mother gently pried his fingers from her hair

Once freed, she leaned down and rubbed the tip of her nose against his small one. He giggled and hiccuped, then sneezed.

His mother's soft smile splayed out upon her lips and kissed her son's forehead. "You are so precious, my baby boy."

He didn't know what it meant. He just knew that it was a good thing. Her tone was soft and gentle, unlike his father's tone of voice.

He smiled up at her once again.

A hand touched her shoulder in a gentle manner, easing away any stress she was under from her busy day.

She turned her head to the side and smiled up at her husband. He looked upon her with love and compassion, something that has never changed in the last five years they have been husband and wife.

Her son's green eyes were the exact replica to her husband's. Unlike her baby, his had dark circles from days without sleep in order to protect their child. Tonight they could finally sleep without the weight of stress pressing on their shoulders and minds.

"He's perfect," he whispered into her ear. His soft breath brushed and tickled her ear, making her shiver. She felt his lips turn up in a smirk at the reaction of his wife. She was always so responsive.

She nodded her head in agreement, smiling down at their creation she gave birth to only six months ago.

Her husband's hands rested upon her hips and slyly wound their way to her stomach. He was perfectly content having his wife in his arms and their son in hers. The animalistic side of him wanted to keep them both locked up under his own protection. While being locked up, maybe he could make a few more little Ricci's.

"Imagine an entire basketball team full of little Oliver's and Marcia's," he whispered in her ear.

She chuckled and replied, "Maybe when this mess is cleaned up. We can try again then."

"What about now?" His hands moved down her stomach and captured her core with a strong hand.

In response, she gasped. She found out on their honeymoon that he seemed to never get enough of her body. She didn't mind. Not one bit.

She turned her head and smiled ruefully at him with half opened eyes. His eyes filled with lust once he saw his wife's reaction. At that moment, their son began to cry. He groaned and backed away from his wife with fingers going through his hair.

She smiled sympathetically at him. She knew he was frustrated. Sexually and mentally. She wanted to calm down his frustration, but first, she had to take care of her baby.

"Is it a poop or a milk cry?" he asked. 

"It's a milk. Props to you to narrowing down to only two choices instead of four."

He beamed at her. "I do what I can." With that, he smacked his wife's butt and exited the room so he could head to the bathroom to take a shower.

She watched as he left the room, unable to take her eyes off of his backside and the muscles that made their appearance whenever he moved. Sebby cried, effectively snapping Marcia out of her trance. "Alright, Seb, let's get you fed," she sighed.