"I'll be home by ten." She kisses my cheek softly. She didn't want to go, she's been telling me how much she wants to stay but she's still going. "I will be drinking, but not driving Sierra and Matt are our designated drivers for the night." I shake my head softly. It's like it never occurs to her that maybe one of these nights I'd like to go and spend time with my friends who always seem to get an invite. It's like they don't want me around, or I'm just some kind of burden again. But I won't complain too much, I get to spend bonding time with my babies and more often than you'd think. Every week at least twice, sometimes more.
"Are all of their boyfriends going?" I lay Noah in his crib, he's fast asleep as is Skylar so my night will be boring and lonely.
"Yes," she bites down on her lip. "I know I could've invited you but I don't want to ask someone to watch the kids again and," I stop her with a nod.
"How are you getting there?" I lead her to the door where the angry group of her friends start to furiously ring the doorbell.
"Them." She chuckles. "Alright I'll see you tonight, if you're still awake." She tries to send me off before I can open the door but there's nothing to stop me.
"Cam, let's," They all pause at my sight. "I thought he was sick." Lucy crosses her arms. "She told me you were on bedrest?" Caroline huffs. "She told me you've been delusional!" Sierra gasps.
"Well, I guess we all got different lies." I shrug staring down at her apologetic look. "Haves nice night." I shake my head shutting the door behind them. It's easy for them to forget about me, they'll go out get drunk and have the time of heir lives. I will sit here and question every little piece of my marriage while checking my son constantly for any seizure activity, and my daughter for night terrors.
"Daddy!" Skylar yells, she's having another bad dream, the poor girl gets nervous at school because of it. Teachers say she's always tired and doesn't pay great attention and that she gets scared by the end of the day about going home to sleep. She doesn't like sleeping. "No," she screams at the top of her lungs she screams. As I enter the room her little eyes shoot open with fear. "Don't let me fall asleep again." She sniffs hugging me tighter than she ever has.
"Princess," I hum lifting her to bring her to the kitchen.
"I mean it daddy. I don't want to sleep." She shakes her head harshly reaching for a glass meaning she wants water, she'll either grab a glass or a mug, a glass means water a mug means warm milk because she's tired.
"You have to sleep princess, I know it was scary." I kiss her head while she drinks her water. "But it was only a dream."
"It didn't feel like a dream." She hands me the cup which I then set on the counter bringing her into my room.
"What was it about hunny, maybe I can help you." I whisper kissing her cheek while we lay in my bed. I pull the blankets over the both of us and she sniffs.
"I dreamt that you and mama, got into a really big fight." She sniffs shaking, she shakes so much and this doesn't even sound like one of the bad ones. "The biggest fight ever," She nods at me assuring I understand the severity of the argument I had with my wife in her dream. "And you left. You didn't come home and you took Noah and mama kept me and I never saw you again." She cries against my chest. "That won't ever happen, will it daddy?"
"I hope not pretty girl, I don't want it to. And I will do everything I can to keep it from happening." I hum kissing her softly.
"Alright daddy," she yawns softly blinking slowly. "Goodnight." She shuts her gentile eyes and finally she falls asleep again.
"Goodnight princess." I hum bringing her to her room. "I love you." I kiss her head.
"I love you too daddy." She smiles weakly. I chuckle and lay her down covering her with her blanket and looking at mosh quickly before I head back to my room. Usually the three of us watch movies because they're too young to understand games. But right now, this is some much needed alone time. I haven't been laid in far too long, Jamaica was almost two months ago and I'm not gonna get any until Noah turns three because she wants to wait but she hates birth control. So in two years my wife will have sex with me again because she wants one last kid and then she wants her tubes tied.
"Mm," I moan softly, it's nice to finally get to feed the beast if you know what I mean. I feel like I've earned my right to masturbate, she gets to have toys I don't own any. She gets to do a lot of things that I don't though, and I let her because she's their mama. She carried them both for nine months, Noah was almost eight days late. She fought for her life when Skylar was born and she breastfed both of them. Fuck, her boobs. It's hard watching her every day just do nothing and still be sexy doing it. Most days I just want to mount her from behind even when the kids are there, she's such a turn on. "Shit," I groan I have no endurance anymore. It took me like two minutes and it usually takes me hours, unless she's sucking, that takes like fifteen or twenty minutes. And she's really good, so fifteen is pretty much the least amount of time possible. Until now.
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"Awe baby girl that's awful," she pouts hugging our baby girl who's just told her all about her awful dream. "I promise I won't let that happen. Me and daddy love each other and you very much. Daddy won't let it happen either I'm sure." She kisses our daughters head while I enter to grab our son before walking out.
"It's starting," she mumbles curling in a little ball on her bed. "This is how it started." She squeals a little shivering and shaking next to her mama.
"Baby nothing is starting, your daddy is just going to make breakfast and give Noah his juice, I promise." She lifts our daughter and carries her out. "Wanna switch." She mumbles and I nod taking my sweet baby girl and giving Cameron Noah.
"Where's my happy girl gone?" I pout kissing her cheek pulling out bowls and whisks for breakfast.
"I'm scared, I'm too scared daddy." She sniffs against my shoulder. "I can't be your happy baby girl anymore."
"Of corse you can be," I gasp at her and Cameron follows me to the couch. "We all love you, and we love each other princess," Cameron leans against my shoulder and our sweet baby boy tilts his head to the side so he can see the both of them. He can't talk yet, he can jump, and he's always smiling but he can't talk. We'll be putting him in speech therapy when he turns three. "Nothing is gonna happen to our family."
"Let's go out for breakfast? Have a day in we'll cuddle and talk and watch movies."
"Am I allowed daddy?" She blinks her soft brown eyes so gently I can't ever say no to this sweet little girl.
"Of corse princess," I kiss her head. "We'll take a mental health day."
"We're gonna have a family day."
