“Can we get something, Daddy?”
“What do you want, Tanya?” I grabbed a shopping basket and let her load it up with all the souvenir things she wanted. I even let her friends grab a couple of things to take home, and paid for it. She grabbed a couple of toys, three keychains, tee shirts and hats for herself, her mother and her grandmother. “It’s really thoughtful of you to make sure they get something, too,” I said, grinning to myself.
I gave her a hug before she got onto the bus, and waved as the bus pulled away, before getting into my own car. I followed the buses back to the school, thinking about Sienna all the way. She’d managed to get her shift covered at the end so that she could pick Tanya up at the end of the school day instead of leaving it for her mother to do, and I was hoping to get some time with the mother of my child, after spending the day with my daughter.
The parents that hadn’t come along for the trip were all gathered in the pickup loops, and the teachers managed to get the kids who needed to ride the buses home herded to the right area. I led Tanya off of the bus towards the pickup area, and spotted Sienna still in her scrubs. She grinned at the sight of us, but when she saw Tanya’s full-to-bust bag the smile fell off of her face.
“What in the world?” Sienna knelt down and started looking through Tanya’s purchases; Tanya for her part didn’t look at all concerned at the possibility of her mother being angry at her for picking so many things.
“I got you and Grandma shirts and hats, and I have keychains…” Sienna managed to keep her expression interested for Tanya’s sake, nodding along, but I caught her looking at me doubtfully.
“Let’s get you into the car, baby girl,” Sienna suggested. She got Tanya into her child seat and tucked the bag of goodies from the gift shop where the five-year-old girl could get at what she wanted, and closed the doors before turning to look at me. “Seriously?”
“I asked her what she wanted, that was what she wanted,” I said with a shrug. “Her friends got some things too.”
“How much money did you spend on my daughter today?” I grinned in spite of myself.
“Our daughter, thank you very much. And I spent money on the entire school, so it’s really not that bad that Tanya got some extra desserts and some souvenirs.” Sienna shook her head.
“You’re going to spoil her,” she protested. I shrugged again, still smiling.
“I have every right to spoil her if I want to,” I pointed out. “She’s my daughter too. Besides, it isn’t like she’s demanding that I rent out the waterpark for just her and her friends again on her birthday or anything. She wanted some fun things from the gift shop, and I’d miss the amount of money I spent on them like I’d miss fifty cents.”
“You are going to give me a stroke,” Sienna said, sighing. I thought about everything I’d done that day; on the drive back to the school from the park, I’d had more than enough time to reflect on how good of a time I’d had, without any alcohol or partying. I’d genuinely enjoyed spending time with Tanya and her friends--mostly Tanya--and I wanted to spend as much time with her as I could, and with her mother as well. It had occurred to me that settling down with the right person wasn’t all that bad.
“You know, I know what would make you feel better,” I told Sienna.
“What’s that?” Sienna crossed her arms over her chest, looking at me steadily.
“If you came over to my place, and took a nice long bath, while Tanya spends the evening with her grandmother,” I said. Sienna began to shake her head and I stopped her gently. “Jenny can take care of Tanya for the night, and you know it. After all the swimming she did today, she’s going to be out like a light before it’s even bedtime.” Sienna looked at me for a long moment, and then smiled.
“That actually sounds really good,” she admitted.
“I’ll meet you back at my place in about an hour, then?” I had to stop by the bank on the way; and I thought I had one or two things to put together before Sienna arrived.
“Sounds perfect,” Sienna said.
Chapter 22
I actually took a quick shower before I went to Bobby’s place, since between the attack and my shift at work I felt too grimy to get into a bath. Mom had been even more okay with taking care of Tanya for the night than I’d expected, shooing me off and helping my daughter unpack her various souvenirs and purchases from the waterpark. I got to Bobby’s place and marveled again at just how absurdly lovely it was even from the outside as I walked up to the door. Taped under the knocker, he’d left a note for me: Come on inside; no need to knock. I chuckled a bit at that and did as I was advised, opening the door and stepping through it.
I could smell the flowers before I saw them, and as I stepped through the foyer I kicked my shoes off, wondering what was happening. “Bobby?”
“In the living room,” he called back, and I shook my head to myself before moving in that direction. I stepped through the entryway into the living room and saw what had brought about the perfume: Bobby stood, waiting for me, surrounded by flowers: sunflowers and daisies with some roses mixed in.
“What in the hell is this? Did you buy out a florist’s shop or something?” Bobby grinned.
“I did, actually. They didn’t have as many sunflowers as I wanted, but they were willing to let me have the other stuff happily.” I stared at him, surrounded by flowers, not certain I could wrap my head around what was going on at all.
“What is this?” Bobby gestured for me to come closer, and I went along with it from a mixture of curiosity and interest. He dropped down to one knee as I got close, and my heart started beating faster.
“If I’m going to be spoiling our daughter, I figured I should do my best to spoil you, too,” Bobby said, looking up at me. “I know we haven’t been seeing each other again for long, but I also know what I want.”
“Where are you going with this?” Bobby reached into his pocket and took out a small box. “Are--are you about to do what I think you’re about to do?”
“There’s something I have been wanting to tell you since we ran into each other the first time again,” Bobby explained. “It’s going to sound incredibly cheesy, but ever since we hooked up at the wedding, every once in a while I’ll have a dream about you. About what it was like to be with you, and what could have been.”
“That is definitely cheesy,” I said, even as my heart started beating faster in my chest.
“And when I found out it was you, and that you’d had my child...it wasn’t just that I felt responsible for Tanya, I started thinking that part of the reason I hadn’t settled down in all this time was because I didn’t have anyone in my life I wanted to settle down with.” Bobby opened up the box in his hand and held it up for me to see. The ring inside wasn’t some ostentatious, gaudy thing; in fact, it was actually almost humble, with a slightly small center diamond on a silver band with tiny emeralds dotting it.
“Are you asking me to marry you?” Bobby chuckled.
“I was trying to build up to that, but yes,” he said. “This was my mom’s engagement ring, and I always thought that I’d give it to whoever I wanted to marry. I know it’s not as flashy as you’d probably expect, given the money…”
“No,” I told Bobby, interrupting him. “It’s perfect. I wouldn’t want a flashy ring, anyway.” I looked from the ring to Bobby’s face and tried to force my mind to work clearly. It was so shocking to me that he was proposing at all. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
“I am as sure as I am of anything in my life,” Bobby said. “I would give up the inheritance tomorrow if you would marry me.” I laughed at that.
“When exactly did you come to this conclusion?” Bobby shifted on his knees and I thought about how uncomfortable it probably was to kneel like that for so long.
“I decided I wanted to propose after you told me off for spoiling Tanya,” Bobby said. “I had kind of been thinking about things ever since we started seeing each other again, and today I just...felt how good it would be to
be in a family, specifically with you and Tanya.” He shifted again. “So what do you say?” I thought about it for a moment longer, and realized that I hadn’t really let myself think about how strong my feelings towards Bobby had become. It wasn’t just a one-night stand that had turned into a kid. It wasn’t just a chance encounter that had led to a few dates. I actually liked him, and I liked the idea of being with him.
“Yes,” I said. “I say yes.” Bobby managed to get the ring on my finger and then he was on his feet, arms around me, pulling me close. We kissed, at first slowly, lovingly, and then gradually more and more passionately. Bobby’s hands started to roam over my body, stopping briefly at my breasts and then moving down to my hips, caressing me. I felt the heat starting to flow through my body, gathering between my legs, and from the tension I could feel under my hands, moving over Bobby’s body, I could tell he was getting turned on, too.
Bobby’s hands found the zipper on my dress and tugged it down along my back, and I groped around for the buttons of the shirt he’d changed into after the trip to the waterpark. I fumbled with them, but gradually got one after the other free, exposing more and more of his chest, down to his abdomen, until I could finally tug the fabric off of him. His skin was still warm from the sun he’d gotten in spite of sunscreen, and as my dress fell to the floor I shivered a bit, feeling almost cold in comparison to the heat radiating from the man I’d just agreed to marry.
I let my hands drop down to the fly of Bobby’s pants, and he went to work on the clasp of my bra; in a matter of moments we were both, mercifully, almost completely naked, and Bobby gently nudged me towards the living room couch, catching me just as I started to tumble down on it, too distracted by my own arousal to be coordinated. He pushed me onto my back and kissed me again, covering my body with his own, pressing against me. It occurred to me that from that point forward I was going to get as much amazing sex as I wanted, that the great sex I’d enjoyed so much from Bobby and made myself turn down after we’d relived our initial hook up was going to be within reach at all times.
Bobby broke away from my lips and worked his way down along my body slowly, lingering at my breasts. He seemed intent on worshiping every last centimeter of my chest, claiming each of my nipples in turn and kissing and licking all the other parts of each breast before returning to my hardened, sensitive nipples once more, sucking them firmly and swirling his tongue around the tight nubs. Finally he began moving downward once more, tickling and teasing me with his hot breath and lips trailing down my abdomen, towards my hips. I moaned impatiently as Bobby nuzzled the curve of my hip, nipping sharply at the sensitive skin there.
He pulled my legs open wider and slipped down between them, but instead of going straight for the prize he moved onto my thighs, kissing the delicate skin from my knee to just below the slick folds of my vulva, then repeating the process from the other knee upwards. I was trembling in anticipation when he finally reached my labia, and spread them delicately before burying his face against me. I cried out as his tongue and lips went to work, teasing me and tasting me, devouring me as if I was a dead-ripe peach. I reached down blindly and found the top of his head, and my fingers tangled in Bobby’s hair as I tried to keep my hips from bucking too wildly in reaction to the pleasure he was giving me.
Bobby worked me with his lips and tongue, teasing me relentlessly for what felt like an hour, bringing me to the edge of orgasm and then slowing down just enough to keep me from tumbling into a climax. I was panting, gasping, moaning as my nerves tingled and my whole body became hotter and hotter by the moment without the mercy of finally catching fire; I grabbed at Bobby’s head and tried to twist my hips to keep the tip of his tongue against my clitoris long enough to get relief, but to no avail. Finally, when I was pretty sure I would die if it kept going any longer, Bobby pulled back, retreating from me altogether, and I groaned in frustration as I looked down.
He slithered up along my body and kissed me just as eagerly as before, his hands playing over my curves and holding me down somehow all at once. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pushed my hips down, rubbing against the hot, hard ridge of his erection, coating it in my fluids. Bobby rocked against me, returning my movements with interest, the tip of his cock pressing against my pleasure center every so often as we both worked each other’s bodies. “God, just think: we’re going to be able to do this whenever we want from now on,” Bobby murmured, kissing along the column of my throat.
“I was just thinking that,” I admitted, rubbing against his cock more eagerly. “That is definitely a selling point in your favor.” Bobby chuckled and for a few moments we continued to tease each other until neither of us could stand it any longer. Finally, finally, Bobby shifted against me, and thrust into me, kissing me to swallow down my moans as he pushed deeper and deeper inside. I pushed my hips down to meet his thrusts and in a few moments we found that sweet, delicious rhythm, the friction building up between our bodies every time we moved. We started out slow but gradually we started both moving faster, touching each other everywhere, kissing each other everywhere our lips could reach.
Bobby slipped one hand between my body and his and slid his fingers along my labia until he found my clitoris; as we moved together, he began stroking and rubbing my pleasure center, sending little jolts of pleasure through my body. I tried to hold back as long as possible, but I could feel the tension mounting deep down between my hips, like a knot pulling a little tighter every second. After what felt like no more than five minutes, I cried out, grabbing at Bobby as if for life itself, as the tension unravelled all at once, and wave after wave of pleasure washed through me. I felt my muscles flexing and relaxing in spasms, and Bobby’s body tensed up against mine; and at the height of my orgasm Bobby groaned out, long and low, and hit his own climax.
We kept moving together as long as we could, Bobby thrusting into me hard and fast for a few minutes longer as I twisted my hips, pushing them down to meet him, and then all at once we both collapsed on the couch, panting and gasping for breath, tangled up in each other’s limbs. Both of us lay like that for a while, recovering, and there was a part of me that almost liked it more, having Bobby’s weight on top of me, his limbs tangled with mine, both of us spent. There was just something so satisfying about the afterglow.
“Do you really want to marry me, Sienna?” I opened my eyes without even really being sure when I had closed them and looked up at Bobby.
“I do,” I said. “Why do you ask?”
“I know I kind of put you on the spot,” Bobby said. “And there’s probably a lot for us to figure out along the way to getting married.”
“For one thing, we’re going to have to decide how the living situation is going to be, and how parenting is going to go,” I agreed. “I’ve gotten used to just raising Tanya how I want to, with Mom.”
“Well I’m totally new to parenting,” Bobby pointed out. “So I think we can safely assume I’ll take your lead and back you up--except when it comes to occasionally spoiling my daughter. Or you.” I laughed.
“You can’t spoil her too much,” I said. “I don’t want her suddenly developing some entitled attitude because her Daddy is rich.”
“I think we can make sure of that,” Bobby said. “As for living situation: would you be against moving in here?” I thought about that. It was definitely cramped quarters with my mother, and there was a ton to like about Bobby’s mansion. But I’d gotten used to living with my mom. I didn’t know how it would be to live separate from her, to raise Tanya away from her.
“I don’t know,” I said. “I mean, I am so used to living with Mom. And at the same time I don’t know if I want to keep living with her.” Bobby chuckled.
“Well we can figure it out,” he suggested. “We have time.” He shifted on top of me and pulled himself up just a little bit, and then kissed me lightly on the lips. “If nothing else I can buy the apartment building and your Mom can live here or there as she likes.” I chuckled at that, but I knew that if
he was going to actually go through with the plan I would have to throw some obstacles in his way; I couldn’t have my husband thinking he could just buy off all my problems.
We started kissing a little more passionately and rubbing against each other then, and I started to get distracted. “There’s one thing I want to insist on before you distract me with sex,” I said, focusing on it with all my will.
“What’s that?” Bobby paused just enough for me to catch my breath and pull together my disjointed thoughts.
“I still want to work,” I said. “I want to keep being a nurse, because even if I don’t technically ever have to work another day in my life I actually enjoy my job. If you can’t handle me working then we should think hard about whether to get married.” Bobby kissed my forehead, the tip of my nose, and then my lips.
“If you want to work I will never stop you,” he said. “My dad made enough for Mom to not have to work, too; but she believed in her job. And obviously you believe in your job.” I smiled up at Bobby and wrapped my arms around his shoulders, pulling myself up to kiss him.
“Then I think we’ve got the most important things settled,” I said, and we started teasing each other once more. I knew there were going to be a lot of decisions to make, but in that moment all I cared about was that I had finally gotten the ending I should have had when our first hook up happened, and that everything had worked out even better than I ever could have expected.
Epilogue
“Daddy! Can we go see the monkeys next?” I chuckled at Tanya’s excitement and nodded my agreement to her request. I had one job: to keep my rambunctious daughter out of the house for as many hours as possible. It had been a year since I’d asked Sienna to marry me, and six months since we’d gotten married in a very private, very small ceremony in my backyard. She’d been close to three months pregnant at the time, and pointed out that our options were to do it then, or to wait until after she delivered and was able to get her body back. The choice was a very simple one, in those terms.
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