Her Forever and Always (F.F. Book 2)

26. A Day in the Life

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Kimberly's POV-

The horrible sound of my alarm going off wakes me up and rudely, might I add. I was having a really nice dream and my alarm clock ruined it. Lord knows when I'm going to have another dream like last night.

"Fuck...I hate Mondays..." Logan mumbles under her breath.

Me too babe.

I hate them too.

"I know, I don't like them either. But. We should get ready to go," I tell her as I slowly force myself away from the comfortness of her arms and warmth, even though my body tells me to cuddle up back into her.

But.

Work is calling.

"Fuck." Logan says under her breath with a more frustrated tone this time.

I turn around from looking through my closet to see her falling back into bed with her hands running down her face. Out of curiosity, and sensing that this pattern seems familiar, my eyes trail down her frame and notice what the issue is.

I can't help but let a small smile come across my face as I look back up to her frustrated expression. I then completely forget about getting dressed and walk over to my side of the bed again and climb onto it. I stop and lie down on my side, facing her, and run my fingers down from just below her chest to her raging morning wood. I feel her shake under my touch as I rub her through her boxers.

"K-Kim...babe, you know we don't have time for that," she tells me as her face gradually grows red.

I only smirk towards her as I sit up to reposition myself so that I'm facing her directly and tug down her shorts.

"I know. That's why we have to take care of this quickly," I tell her as I pull my hair out of the way and lean down towards her, taking her in my mouth, making her moan under my touch.

Several minutes later, we're proceeding with getting ready for the day. Logan insists on going to get Chloe up and ready for the day while I go and get us all something to eat. We're a little bit behind our usual schedule so cereal is going to have to cut it for today.

Once everything gets set on the table, Logan makes her way into the kitchen with Chloe in her arms, all dressed and ready to go. I can't help but smile as I look at the two of them.

Both of my babies.

The past couple of years have gone by right before my eyes. Chloe learned how to walk, started talking, and developed her own personality bit by bit. She'll be 3 at the end of March. Roughly 3 months away from now.

Boy how time flies by.

"Good morning, Chloe. Did you sleep well last night?" I ask her as I reach for her. She smiles and immediately reaches for me as well and Logan hands her over to me.

"Yeah. I slept good. How 'bout you, mommy?" she asks me. I smile even more.

"Good. Are you ready to eat?" I ask her. She nods and with a huge smile across her face, she says, "Yeah! I'm starving!"

I help her get into her booster seat before I help her get her cereal poured into her bowl along with the milk. She almost immediately starts digging into the food. Logan and I follow her actions and start eating as well.

This is usually how our mornings are. Logan and I wake up to the horrible sound of our alarm clock and we get ready. One of us then goes and gets Chloe and helps her get ready before we all meet in the kitchen and have breakfast together. Logan typically then goes to work while I go and drop Chloe off at a nearby daycare before I make my way towards the high school.