'Money'

Chapter 65 - waffles

- Get up or i'll spank you, Money says.

- Is that a threat or a promise? i ask with a smirk.

- Don't tempt me, baby, Money says.

He pulls me out of bed and we leave our bedroom once I've dressed.

Money takes out things he needs to make waffles.
- Baby, do you want bacon with yours? He asks me.
- I want your bacon with them, I smirk and Money smacks me with the dishtowel.
- Not in front of the children, you don't, Money says.
- Have you grown prudish in old age, darling? I ask. You used to want it everywhere, anywhere, anyway you could get it and all the time, even in front of the children, you used to not care.
- I have not grown prudish, and I'm not that old, I just...I just don't think children should see those things, at least not this young, Money says.
- We didn't care when Cash was a baby, or when the twins were babies, I say.
- I still remember Cash coming in to our room when he was little, just standing there on his little legs and looking at us, I believe he thought I hurt you once, you were screaming so much when you came, Money says. He was acting so strange around me for days after that, I believe he thought I was going to hurt you if he didn't look after you.
- Perhaps he knew your nature already back then, and was unsure if you were like that around me too, if you would hurt me like you did and still do with those who hurt us, I say.
- And that was why I only wanted it vanilla for so long after, and why I was so gentle everytime we had sex after that, Money says.
- You know I like vanilla with you, and that i like other kinds of sex with you aswell, I say and kiss my husband's soft lips.
- Mm...have me in the shower after breakfast, Money says, pulling me close while finishing making breakfast.

He holds me against his hip like he does with our children. I wrap my arms around his slim waist and kiss his neck while Money is frying bacon and pour the waffle make in to the iron.
- Can you take out a couple plates, my love? Money asks me.
- Yes, darling, how many? I ask him.
- Four, Money says.
- Make that five, Nick says, walking in to our kitchen, turning to his nephew. Hey, little buddy.
- Uncle Nicky, Corey says, lifting his arms to his uncle.