I suppose it was a blessing that the Dallas Hotel had management problems about three years ago. Unwilling to stay away from Natasha to deal with the problems, I moved us there. And it’s where we’ve been since. Of course, we visit our special place, or at least we did. I don’t know when we can come back as a family.
“Thank you for coming with me, Mikhail.” There was no way I was bringing my family with me. It’s too crazy and dangerous. We’re going to be sleeping in tents in or around buildings that weren’t destroyed if there’s room. We have a crew working night and day.
“I know you would be there if it was me. Now let’s get this place back into shape.”
For the next ten hours, we talk to everyone who can give us insight as to the damage. My inspector only just cleared four more buildings habitable. There’s another ten for tomorrow, and that’ll be all of them.
“I’m tired,” Mikhail says, rubbing his face. We’ve been going over the books and schedules to see how fast we can be back in business. “I’m going to call Marisol.”
“Will you…”
“Yes, I’ll tell her you said hello.” He walks off, and I head into my tent area. I need a small nap before I’m hit with anything else. It’s late, and Nat’s already asleep. I send her a text and pass out.
The sun starts to come up, and we’re flying back home today. We’ll be back in a week, but for now, there’s not much more we can do unless we plan to actually work as carpenters. I don’t have any experience with that, so my ass is better left with the checks.
I check my phone and see that I have three texts from my wife.
I miss you.
We need you.
…All five of us.
Five? Natasha, Alejandro, Sasha, Antonio and…
I call her right away. “Wife, mi amor, I love you and miss you and the kids, but are you telling me that we’re having another baby?”
“Yes, mi esposo. I’m carrying another baby.”
“I’m going to spank you when I get home. I’m too far to kiss you, Natasha.”
“Soon, my love.”
“I miss you,” I add.
Six hours later, I’m coming through the front door. My eyes nearly pop out of my head. Standing at the bottom of the staircase is my wife in the nightie she wore our first time together. “Fuck, what a welcome home. I suppose you want to celebrate.”
“Yes, but I need my kiss first,” she purrs, biting her bottom lip.
I’m on her in a second. Our kiss is hard and frenzied until we’re breathless. “The kids?”
“With your buddy until tomorrow,” she answers with a sensuous grin. Fuck, yeah, I love our neighbors.
My cock is out of my pants and buried in her warm pussy a second later. “It’s so good to be home, my little thief.”
THE END
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