"Options... I've ran out of Options..." (Book 3)

Chapter 186 - "SuperDad..."

Chapter 186 - "SuperDad..."

Clara's PoV

'Ow. Ow ow. Slow down Clara. I'm not as quick at this as I used to be' John scoffed really ruining the moment as I tried to untie his tie and launch it across the room.

We had been back from the funeral for an hour of so... just long enough to get everyone organised and into bed.

I jumped up on John's waist as he sat down on the end and straddled him enough to kiss him deeply leaving him moaning at just my touch.

'You won't be slow now will you' I smirked looking into his eyes as I flicked my hand movement making him completely stiffen and removed my hand from his trousers and unzipped the flies.

'I---' he stuttered in a horse voice making me shake at just the sound of it and pushed his shirt off taking a secure grip on his mouth and started kissing him again.

- - -

'Nope. Nope. It is not my turn. There's milk in the fridge' I scoffed rolling back over and pulling a pillow over my head.

It was true to say that 8 weeks ago when the little man was born that I didn't want him ever leaving my side and every single cry would make me bounce up like an uncontrollable idiot... but right now I would not be getting out of bed.

Thus if was John's turn.

'Oh come on. I've got a meeting at 9am. Give me a breaks' he scoffed as I lifted my head and looked into the camera set up in his cot.

He was probably still a little young for the cot but we like to every now and again make him sleep in the cot so he got used to sharing a room, being in a cot and away from me and John. And also if was good for Henry and helping with his sleeping habits because we don't get disturbed when they share a room for the whole night.

It's bliss. The main reason why we decided to tonight was the night to do it again (put him in the cot that is)

'It looks like both of your sons are wanting you' I smirked knowing I could go back to sleep and that John was getting up.

1 point to me.

I watched him groan and complain as he made a big song and dance about standing up and getting off the bed and in the end he stopped complaining because the pity party wasn't working and I was going to make him get up if he liked it or not.

- - -

'Hey buddy. What's all the fuss about?' John asked as he pushed the bedroom door open and found that Harry was crying with snot and tears down his cheeks.

The infant was in serious distress and for some reason Henry had climbed in to the cot in an attempt to comfort the baby instead of waking someone else up.

Of course the kids have given up getting us up now because they know that if there's a problem the door is locked. Probably not very safe but better than my 6 year old walking in on me having sex.

'He was crying. I think he's scared' Henry said with a pout as John lifted Henry out of the cot and admired him for being so daring.

He noted that Henry had obviously pushed the chair from the play table to the cot and climbed into the cot that way.

Couldn't be any more dangerous if they tried for a 3 year year old but John was sure that there would be something more dangerous in the future.

'Come on little men. Let's het back to bed' John hummed briefly but he knew it would be more complicated than that.

'I'm not sleepy' Henry protested obviously very tired because he was rubbing his eyes but he was struggling to sleep in the heat and  that was something that John could understand.

'Okay. Do you want to come and help me feed Harry?' John suggested hoping maybe he could convince Henry to then sleep afterwards.

John laughed at Henrys little reaction and he jumped into action with far more energy almost instantly.

'I want to feed the baby Daddy'

'Okay. Okay. You can feed the baby' John laughed at his excitement as he sat down on the sofa and handed Henry the bottle as he popped it in his mouth and held it still.

'I'm a good big brother daddy' he said proudly.

'Of course you are' he chuckled with a yawn that prompted Henry to yawn and then a little tiny yawn from the infant in John's arms.

'Being a good big brother is tiring' Henry grumbled rubbing his eyes and leaning against John.

'I agree with you there buddy.'

- - -

I grew suspicious of what was going on when I couldn't hear any movement or John goofy feet clomping around downstairs and upstairs or in the other room.

So I went to investigate.

I wandered to the bedroom where there was no sign of anyone including Henry which worried me but all my questions were answered as I got down the stairs and looked at the sofa.

My boys.

They were all snuggled up with John's arm around Henry as he snuggled up against John and Harry resting on his tummy sleeping peacefully on him, John keeping a tight hold of him even in his sleep with the other hand and arm.

I wanted to wake them and move them to the bed but it seemed too cute of a moment so I grabbed a blanket and pushed it over them before taking a Polaroid of the three of them together and picked Harry up off John's chest.

I could leave Henry and John like it all night but I had to out Harry in his basket so he was much safer.

My boys.

Never did I think o would be able to say my boys. But they are.

They're my boys and John is Superdad.