Your Time

Chapter 32

Harrison woke to Carrie's footsteps crossing the room. He slowly sat up, watching her slip under the covers next to him.

"Happy birthday," she whispered as her face inched closer for a kiss.

"Thanks sweetheart."

He rolled her onto her side before kissing her again. "Do I get 41 kisses for my birthday?"

"Um no."

"Why not?" He asked curiously as his hand slipped up under her shirt. "I think it would be a good birthday present."

"No," Carrie answered jokingly with a smile.

Harrison's hand was now caressing her cheek. "Come on, you know you want to."

His lips kissed her neck gently. "Please Carrie?" He asked with the lopsided grin she couldn't ignore.

She playfully shook her head, sitting up so she was leaning against the headboard. His hand now pressed against her stomach as he sat himself up to continue pursuing her. "Carrie."

Carrie turned away as he leaned in to kiss her. "Sweetheart please?"

With a giggle, she allowed him to rest his head on her shoulder. "You know, we have four kids that need to eat breakfast."

"They'll be fine."

"I'm hungry too."

She got up, leaving him to lay on the bed by himself. Once she was at the door, he called out to her, "stop playing hard to get."

Instead of answering, Carrie watched him get up, walk across their bedroom, and pick her up. He carried her towards the bed before tipping her back and pressing his weight against her, all without her objection.

Leaning his forehead against hers, he quickly kissed her. "Harrison!"

"40 more," he quietly told her before kissing her once again.

Harrison laid on his side next to her, continuing to kiss her. "You're getting old Harry."

He simply smiled. "You better watch it. It won't be too long before you're 41 yourself."

That made her laugh. "I'm never getting that old."

"Well in October, you're going to be this old."

As he kissed her, she put an arm around him, rolling him so he now lay on top of her. "You don't look that old."

He smirked, moving to sit up on her, so most of his weight rested on her hips. Harrison didn't look old at all. He was still very in shape, just as he was all those years ago when he played football. In fact, Harrison and Adam still had their training routine.

"I feel old."

"Why's that?"

"Adam's going to be 18, and the rest of the kids are growing up so fast."

"I can't believe he's going to be an adult soon. It seems like it hasn't been more than a few years since we found out I was pregnant with all the kids, and they were all really young."

He smiled before giggling. "What?"

"We could have another kid."

"No."

Harrison laughed. "I knew you'd say that."

He laid against her chest, kissing her again. After continuously kissing her, he asked, "aren't I heavy?"

Carrie shook her head. "We've kissed like this so many times I'm used to it. But if you want an answer, yes you're a little heavy."

She wrapped her legs around his torso as he kissed her passionately. He deepened the kiss as her fingernails dug into the bare skin on his back and dragged their way up to his hair. After the kiss, she trailed her lips down his neck before delivering a few gentle kisses on his tattoo of her initials.

Carrie leaned back, tracing a finger along his tattoo. It was placed just above his collar bone on his left side, and it was her initials in cursive with the year they got married. It was originally her idea to get a tattoo like that. She was going to get one but then they found out she was pregnant with Ben.

Harrison pushed a few loose strands of hair behind her ears, before kissing her again. When Carrie ended the kiss, they both looked towards their bedroom door, smelling the scent of something burning.

"What the hell is that smell?" He asked rather aggressively.

"I don't know!" She answered back.

Their worries were put to rest when Adam opened the door, and he and his siblings entered with two plates loaded with food. "Happy birthday dad!" They all shouted at once.

Harrison was now sitting beside his wife. "Thanks you guys! But can somebody tell me what that smell is?"

"Dad it's nothing. We were making French toast when a piece fell off the pan and into the burner. But everything's under control and the house is fine."

That was reassuring. A few years ago for Mother's Day, the kids tried making Carrie a cake. That didn't turn out very well, as they caught the inside of the oven on fire after forgetting to check on the cake. After that fiasco, the kids weren't allowed to make anything without their parents around, that was, until they asked if they could make their dad something for his birthday.

Ben handed his dad two plates full of French toast, pancakes, waffles, eggs, bacon, and sausage. "You know I'm not going to be able to eat all this," he admitted.

"Dad you better be hungry later because we made a lot of this," Billie said from the edge of their bed.

"Did you guys clean up the kitchen?" Carrie asked.

They all nodded. "Good."

"Thanks mom for letting us make this."

Harrison turned to Carrie after hearing that. "You knew about this?"

She nodded. "Happy birthday!"

He and Carrie moved back on the bed, making room for Adam, Emma, Billie and Ben. Harrison dug into breakfast as Billie went downstairs and came back up a few minutes later with a stack of cards. Every so often, Carrie would sneak a piece of sausage or bacon off his plate without him noticing. But this time he did.

"Hey," he muttered, raising an eyebrow as she nabbed another piece of bacon.

"Sorry," she whispered back innocently.

He handed the plates to Carrie who held them as he opened his cards. "Thanks you guys."

"You're welcome dad!"

"Thanks Carrie."

"You're welcome Harry. I love you."

After quickly kissing him on the cheek, she turned to the kids. "Now that you guys showcased your cooking skills for us, you can cook more often. Like dinner tonight."

That got a groan from the four kids as Harrison and Carrie laughed.