Destined For Them (Story 3)✔

~6~

Two days later

~Sol~ 

It's not every morning I was woken by a monkey jumping on the bed. I laid there, with my eyes closed, and let it sink in. The giggles were a song to my ears. "Daaaddy, wake up! Hurry, Momma made us pancakes...with yummy blueberries." The jumping that was going on was incessant and when I opened my eyes, Lydia was the source of it; curls bouncing, breath coming in pants and she was wearing a pajama set with one or other of the Frozen princesses on them. Or both. 

"Did she?" 

"Mhmm! And loads of syrup." Her pronunciation of 'syrup' didn't come out quite right and I chuckled softly. I was about to tell her to stop jumping on the bed when she landed on her bottom and slid down onto the floor. "Hurry, Daddy, hurry!" She was very adamant, my little girl, as she skipped to the door and scowled at me when I didn't make a move to jump up. 

"I'm right behind you, Princess," I promised and delighted by the reply, she ran from the bedroom. I waited until her footsteps faded away down the stairs before I threw the covers off, in all of my nakedness, and found my night pants at the end of the bed. Before I left the room, I found my cell; Lenny Baker had called...and Harrison too. I wasn't surprised to find that Baker hadn't sent a text...People didn't usually tend to do that while following someone across the country to end them. That's what he would do...end that bitch's existence. 

Lydia had been correct, the aroma of blueberry's filled my nose when I made it down the stairs. The very first thing I noticed was the yoga tights that encased Caroline's legs and ass. I cocked my head to one side and thought of us in a different life; living alone in the condo with her. How I would have pulled them down her legs right in the middle of that kitchen that was so small compared to this one and have my way. Unfortunately that- "Ew." Christopher commented from a bar stool, one horrified look on his face. The plate of breakfast in front of him was one bite shy of being gone. 

I narrowed my eyes on my child then, "Easy, kid. Don't think I've forgotten about your little porn collection." At the mention of his invaded privacy, my son's face reddened. 

"Dad!" 

"What's a porn?" 

Both of my children spoke at once as I made it to my wife, standing at the stove. When I wrapped my arms around her, she elbowed me right in the rib cage. "Sol...watch your mouth." She chastised me, not missing a beat as she flipped a pancake like a pro. Was this seduction? It was, surely. 

"Yes, ma'am." It was something I rarely said aloud to any woman but now, as I kissed her temple, I would make an exception. "You weren't telling me to watch my mouth last night." I whispered into her ear, words just for her and I could practically feel the heat coming off of her cheeks. 

"Daddy's making your cheeks pink again, Mommy!" Lydia exclaimed around a mouth full of pancake and giggled. 

"Yea...I'm outta here before I vomit." Chris announced and was gone before I could tell him to park it. Whatever. Caroline turned then, forcing my hands off of her and held out a stack of pancakes on a plate. All this sex and breakfast was tempting me to marry her again. I kept that thought to myself and took the offering. 

"Harrison called." Caroline said, looking over the top of our daughters head, a few minutes later when she joined us at the bar.  

"I figured as much. I'll call him back." Harrison Marsh was insisting I tell the press what had happened. Desperate little fucking creatures they were...Of course they wouldn't get the full story, just like the police hadn't gotten the full story. Only a handful of people knew...and soon-hopefully-that handful would be minus two.