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Sorry, this is utter shit. No lie. Sorry for the long-long-long wait, life got busy and I didn't know how I should write the end bit
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My concentration is broken by the common sound of one of my children crying, I quickly finish typing my sentence to rush to the playroom. These kids are sometimes too much. I turn around in the chair to see my toddler, (Son's Name) waddling to me with puffy red cheeks with tears dripping down his cute face. Aw, my little baby is sad. I pick him up and cuddle him into my chest. He stops crying almost instantly, he is the momma's boy.
"Are you hungry, Puddin?" I say and I feel (Son's Name) head move up and down on my chest. Before I go down to the kitchen, I walk into the nursery checking if (Daughter's Name) is still sleeping. (Daughter's Name) is a loud baby while (Son's Name) isn't. She is only six months and she is a chubby baby.
I bounce (Son's Name) up and down to make sure he doesn't cry. I put (Son's Name) into his high chair and get him chicken nuggets from the oven. I hear the front door opening and (Son's Name) begins getting excited. As I continue cleaning up the kitchen, strong arms wrap around my waist from behind. I feel Charlie butterfly kiss my neck and I giggle in response.
I giggle and say, "Stop it, Charlie. (Son's Name) watching."
"He doesn't know what we're doing," Charlie whispers before he sucks my earlobes earning a moan from me. I quickly escape his grasp and before he could reach me once again (Daughter's Name) crying interrupts him.
I quickly walk up the stairs to see what's wrong with my baby. I enter the room and pick her up from the crib. I quickly see what possibly be wrong with her but she doesn't seem to need anything like that. Maybe she's hungry? I have some breast milk in the fridge.
"Charlie, warm up a milk bottle," I yell so he can hear me in the kitchen and over the cries of his infant child.
As I walked into the kitchen, her cry slightly quiets down. I think she just wants her Dada. I roll my eyes and hand her to Charlie. She instantly quiets down being in her Dada's arms. Charlie smirks and I know what he is implying. (Son's Name) says, "Mama!"
"At least someone luvs me," I say as I pick up (Son's Name). " Charlie, I need you to go get the children and yourself ready than drop them at my mother's. Then we can go out for dinner." I put (Son's Name) onto Charlie's back to piggyback him and kiss his forehead. Now, I have time to finish writing up that chapter and get ready without worrying about the kids.
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Its been a while since I felt this confident or beautiful. Charlie does show me that he loves me and adores every part of me but there is still the nagging thought at the back of my mind that disregards the love he showers me with. Since I became a mother, the days of club dress and clothes went out the door. It didn't have anything to do with my body or what I thought of it but I felt like that chapter of my life has ended.
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Now, my style is a mix of classy and casual. I turn around making sure that no underwear lines or more specifically that my lingerie isn't been seen through. (The blue is more navy blue than this bright mess.) I throw my braids into a bun and gel up the edges. I put on silver earrings, bracelet and black heels.
"Honey, I'm home," Charlie shouts before I hear the door shut. I grab my clutch bag and my phone. I quickly walk downstairs to meet Charlie.
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I rub small circles on Charlie's hand with my thumb. I can feel his hand tense up as the as the waiter places the menus on the table. I don't know why he is so worried, like yeah, this waiter has been staring at me since we walked in.
But Charlie has basically trapped me, the moment he found out I decided to stop my birth control because I was getting worried about the possible effects in the future, he dicked me down so good that I got pregnant. When he found out I was pregnant, he moved the wedding date from 3 months away to 1 month and a bit. After I had (Son's Name), I made sure Charlie was wearing every time but one morning I was half-sleep intoxicated by dreams and sweet kisses, I told him he didn't have to wear anything. Then BAM-BAM, I am pregnant again.
I let my eyes linger on the waiter and I wasn't going to lie he is cute. Still, no man could take me away from Charlie; other than Loki or Tom Hiddleston, but they aren't men they are gods. I shake my head to get rid of my annoying thoughts and the waiter is winking at me. Charlie is now gripping my hand tightly so I know he is pissed. I thought when I got married and had kids, I would grow out of my daydreams. Maybe I got more serious but I haven't changed at all. Whether that's a good or bad thing I don't know.
Excluding the waiter from the equation and the dinner was uneventful. It's really hard having times like this after kids because kids are now the main topic. I say, "I think I am going to get Crème brûlée for dessert. Baby, do want to share with me?"
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We leave the restaurant holding hands as he continues to talk about his day. As we pass the alleyway, I hear footsteps coming. I turn my head to see the waiter that served us approach us. I squeeze Charlie's hand in fear ...
