“There's a sight,” she mumbles. She shifts up in the bed as she watches me slip on my boxers.
“Good morning. You should still be asleep.”
“Why are you getting dressed?”
“I'm going to make breakfast.”
“Don't go,” she moans as she reaches out for me.
“Aren't you hungry?”
“I’d rather you stay.” She pushes down her blanket exposing her perfect breast. Her nipples are achingly hard and begging for my mouth to wrap around them.
“You’re a little temptress.”
“I’m trying to be.” She smirks and wiggles her finger, urging me in closer. I crawl over her and pull the blanket off her body.
She wraps her arms around my neck. She’s still warm from sleeping and feels so damn good.
“And it seems to be working.”
“It definitely is.” I suck on her earlobe and push my growing dick into her. I don’t need much convincing to stay in bed with her.
“Good. It’s the weekend. We don’t have to work, Matty is still asleep, so where is the rush to get up?”
“You make a very valid argument.”
“Daddy,” Matty’s voice echoes through the monitor and the crib bars shake. “Up.”
“So much for him being asleep,” I mutter. He really is the ultimate cockblocker.
She groans, running her nails down my back. “It’s not fair.”
“I’ll go get him. Go back to sleep.” I place a light kiss on her nose and move out of the bed again.
She plops back down, pouting. “Maybe tomorrow morning will be better.”
“We have tonight.” I blow her a kiss, as I adjust my cock in my boxers.
I wander out of my bedroom, feeling Holly’s eyes burn into my backside as I leave. I make it to Matty’s room in time to find him trying to haul himself over his crib. He has piled a few of his stuffed animals in the corner to help boost him up.
“What do you think you are doing?” His little eyes go wide when he sees me, and he falls to his butt on the mattress. He gives me a toothy smile, trying to play innocent. “Don’t play that. I caught you.” I tease him and he grabs his blanket to cover his face. The stinker. I walk to his crib, remove the blanket from his head, and his hair becomes a static mess, flying in all directions. “Want to help me make Mommy some breakfast?”
He nods and grabs the rails to stand. "Daddy, why you nakey?”
“I'm not naked.” I chuckle and glance down at my boxers. Surely, I’ve walked around in only my underwear around the kid before.
“Uh-huh.” He pokes my bare chest.
I shake my head, smiling, knowing I'm not going to waste time arguing with my two-year-old.
“Why are you wearing cars?” I point at his jammies and he glances down, an ‘o’ forming on his face in amazement. Though, he’s over the fascination in a second and he wiggles his hands at me, asking to be picked up.
I do, and bring him to the changing table to change his diaper and clothes. Once I’m done, I carry him out to the kitchen and prop him on the counter.
I pull out an old recipe book my mom got me years ago when I moved out. I always thought it was a joke because I never saw her cook a day in her life, but she thought it would be something I would need as a man living on my own and she didn’t want me to live on takeout. I hardly used the thing. “We’re going to make Mommy pancakes.”
“Cake,” he hums and rubs his belly.
“No, silly boy. Pancakes.” I bop his nose. “It should be easy enough,” I say to myself and flip through the cookbook for the recipe.
Thirty minutes later, Matty and I have destroyed the kitchen. I seriously didn’t think it would be this hard, but what I should have done was gone out and bought the pre-made mix and called it a day. When Matty helped with pouring the flour, he missed the bowl and got it everywhere. Then when we mixed the batter, I should’ve mixed by hand, because my little cooking buddy thought it would be funny to turn up the speed on the mixer, causing the batter to go everywhere.
I ended up tossing the first round and starting from the beginning to make sure I got the recipe right, while I distracted Matty temporarily with my phone.
“It smells like heaven in here.” Holly walks out in my oversized t-shirt and a pair of my plaid PJ bottoms, which are two sizes too big for her. She looks adorable. Her hair is wet from a shower. She smells of strawberries and coconut.
“You were supposed to stay in bed.” I kiss her cheek.
“How was I supposed to stay in bed when my two favorite men are out here having all the fun?” She slings her arm around my waist and watches as I flip the pancakes.
“It’s been quite the adventure,” I tell her and lay down the spatula.
“I hope you don’t mind that I borrowed something of yours to wear.”
“I don’t mind at all. I’d rather you in much less, but this works.” The back of my finger traces over her erect nipple poking through the thin fabric of my white t-shirt.
“It smelled of you and it was so much more comfortable.”
“What’s mine is yours,” I quip. “Now sit. Me and the little man have been working away over these pancakes.”
“I see that.” She laughs as her eyes examine the mess in the kitchen. “Matty and the walls look like they are wearing more of the batter than what you are cooking.”
“Go sit.” I slap her ass, forcing her to the table.
“I wanted to talk to you about something,” I say to her once I have plated the pancakes and
