#desperate lives

Curtis walks through the door, and looks around confused. It was too quiet. With a a glance into the living room, thinking he might find you and Ari sleeping, but nothing. If it wasn’t for the fact that both of your cars were here, he would think the house was empty.

He sets off to the bedroom, maybe you were asleep in there. But with an open of the door, the two of you were anything but resting. Ari naked, his cock angry and leaking of precum, begging for attention, while you rode his face. Your hands pressed tightly on his chest, and your head thrown back to the ceiling. Hips gyrating on his flattened tongue, while he basks in your juices. His full beard glistening from your cum.

Ari’s lips go to circle around your bundle of nerves, and you turn to look at him behind you. His eyes deep pools of lust, “Did I say you could move your tongue?”

He mumbles out a no, shaking his head, and you adjust yourself to hover over him. Ari lets a strained whimper, and you chuckle at him, “What were you saying sweet boy?”

“No, you didn’t tell me to move my tongue,” his eyes drift to your cunt that he would prefer to be feasting on. With his hands tied to the bedposts, he can’t drag you back down. “What’s the matter sweetheart?”

“Please, I just want you to sit on my face. Use me.”

“What are you two doing?”

“Hey Daddy!” you give him a little yip and he shakes his head.

“You’re role right now isn’t the submissive. Ari is deep in sub space, you’ll confuse him.”

“Oh yeah, right.”

Curtis slowly begins removing his clothes, a soft, “And she wants me to be submissive,” rolls of his lips, and you pout at him. “Uh-uh. I asked a question. What’re you two doing?”

“Ari…this sweet boy wanted to be punished.”

“Ari,” Curtis chastises, leaning over to look at him. His hand gathering up your slick from his beard, and he pops his thumb into Ari’s desperate mouth. “Is that true?”

He nods his head, that mouth sucking on Curtis’ appendage, and his tongue circling around it. “I bet you thought you would make me let you suck my dick, huh? This sweet princess of ours has already started the punishment though,” Ari whimpers at the thought. He wants it all. It’s never enough.

“What did he do?”

“He scared me,” you answer giving your ass s wiggle, but never settling back over Ari. Leaning down on his chest, you give his lower stomach sweet kisses, creating a trail right to his cock that was in bad need of attention.

“Sweet boy, how could you? Or maybe you’re just a little brat who enjoys this slow torture.”

Using Ari’s chin as a way to stimulate your clit, you lick up his own slit. Ari’s musky flavor invades your senses, and you moan at the feeling.

“Well, you’ve got two choices, baby,” Curtis begins. His fingers slowly unbuttoning his shirt, and he snaps his fingers at you. “Stay with me, Princess.”

“That’s not what you call me.”

“If I use the other one, I’m dealing with a brat who wants to be punished and a needy little cunt who can’t finish what she started. Stay with me,” you know he’s right. This is what he was preparing you for. You wanted Curtis to submit, but then you were easily overwhelmed with Curtis. It was a losing battle.

“Now, baby boy, choice one, you continue letting your mommy fuck that pretty face of yours, while I fuck that tight little cunt. Neither one of us will touch that cock. I like making you cum without touching it.”

“Or?” you ask kissing up Ari’s shaft. Lifting up your ass enough for him to see your drenched pussy clenching around nothing.

“Or, have this angel straddling you, and I take turns fucking both of you.”

Ari’s face turns up in thought. Barely able to properly think with your pretty folds in his face, and Curtis finally removing his pants, his cock hard and throbbing.

“Double?”

“No baby boy, her pussy lips will be hugging your cock, but you won’t be in her. You’ll be sliding that pretty dick through her folds. I’ll be fucking your asses.”

“Yes!” Ari shouts excitedly. “Yes!”

Moving to sit up, you look behind you at his excited face, and he nods, “That didn’t answer the question,” you remind him.

“Fuck us both. Daddy, I need you to stretch out my cunt! And my cock is so needy for something.”

“Alright princess, this sweet boy made a decision,” he holds out a hand for you, and helps you spin around facing Ari. You give your sweet boy a filthy kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue has you grinding over his messy cock. His spongy tip rubs over your clit, and you moan into his mouth.

Taking care of him, while Curtis lubes the two of you up. Thumb fucking the two of you, and Ari’s lewd mewls in your mouth has you begging for more.

Curtis pushes his cock into Ari’s tight little hole first, and that sweet boy gasps on your lips. “I wanna see us make him a wreck,” you lean up, letting Ari’s face be the perfect thing for you and Curtis to watch. Not just his sweet sounds, but the way his face turns up in pleasure. His hands twisting around, as he tries to free himself.

“You know that’s not gonna last,” Curtis mentions, giving a hard thrust into Ari, has him whispering out another please. “He’ll break through those flimsy ties.”

“I wanted him to,” you give Ari a hard grind, and Curtis pulls out of Ari’s ass, and entering into yours. Ari pouts up at you, not out of jealousy, but because he wants to hold you.

Curtis slams his hips into your ass, leaving you a gasping mess. “I did not think you were going to be this easy, Princess.”

“Curtis.”

“Pay attention to him,” you pet along Ari’s beard, telling him what a pretty boy he was. Both you and Curtis loving how he preens with the praise.

Curtis pulls out of you, and enters back into Ari, “Look at you, baby,” you coo down at him, “Make mommy so proud, and break your bonds. Show me how tight that pretty hole of yours is gripping Curtis’ cock by holding me.”

“Holy shit,” Curtis pants, his thrusts turning more swift. Railing into Ari with a fervent need.

Ari does as he’s told, making fists, and you drool at the sight of his thick arms, shining with sweat, and those veins you just want to bite, break his bonds, “Such a good sweet boy,” you sing his praises. He grabs onto your hips hard. Using your body to move up and down on his cock. Delighted that he’s getting a pussy job and Curtis was making him breathless.

The three of you sea of delighted moans, and wet slapping skin. All connected, and no sight of where the other begins. Every part of you belongs to each other. Ari grips your hips even tighter. His muscles rippling with how fast he rubs you on his cock.

“Oh, he’s gripping me so tight. You close baby boy?” Ari struggles to nod, and you can’t help but to run your fingers through his hair. He was always so pretty as he was falling apart. Completely out of his mind with pleasure, and you were part of that reason. It made you feel strong and powerful.

“Ahh, fuck!” Curtis growls, his thrusts reaching an all time high, and he stabs into Ari vigorously, “Let go!”

Curtis was struggling. He was about to blow, and Ari wasn’t there. His nipples right there, you pinch them both hard, and lean down to kiss on his neck, “Let go baby, it’ll feel so good. You look so pretty when you,” Ari lets out a long whine, as he spurts onto the two of you. Your pussy lips loving the extra heat from his added spunk, and with one hard and deep thrust, you hear Curtis letting out his orgasm yell. Slowing his movements and letting Ari milk him dry.

Removing yourself from Ari, you lick up the creamy mess, and turn to give Curtis a taste. His tongue immediately dominating your mouth, as he tastes yours and Ari’s essences. “Very good,” he says pushing you back.

“Baby, you want a bath?”

“Yes, please,” Ari coos, going to sit up. “Daddy?” Curtis cocks up an eyebrow at him, having an idea where this is going. “Can we do double later?”

“Of course. I need you in a different headspace. But I think we can manage double with our Little Princess. You want her ass or her cunt?”

Of course the first one to get sick was your germaphobe husband. You had quarantined Ransom to the bedroom while you tried to get the kids situated and off to school. Coming back home to find Ransom all curled up and snuggly on the bed, "I'm dying, Kitten," is the only thing he can get out.

"Aw, my poor little baby," your voice coos down to him. You lay down on the bed, and spend most the morning just petting along his face. Brushing his hair out of his eyesight. Even though he feels terrible he still has the most handsome face you had ever seen. With four kids, it's very rare that you get to just relish in your husband. "You gonna let mommy take good care of you."

He nods his head with his bottom lip puckered out, but then stops to peer up at you, "If you could stop with your sexy talk that would be great," you giggle at him, but continue on making sure he's comfortable.

"Come on baby. You need to sit up and take some medicine."

"Don't want to."

"Ran," your voice whines, "You're worse than the kids. Just sit up, take your medicine, and drink your water," reluctantly he obeys. Settling back down, you turn on your favorite comfort show, relaxing back to hold your sweet baby.

Not long into the episode you get a call from the school, "Mrs. Drysdale, Aster said she's not feeling too well, and Blade has a low grade fever. Story seems to be fine, but she's saying her head is hurting."

"I said," you hear the dramatic voice of your daughter, "that my head is aching. It feels like someone is stabbing me over and over. Could you just tell my mom to come and get me?"

You sigh, giving Ransom a quick kiss. His body still curled up in a ball, not even realizing you're going anywhere. Might as well just pick up all the kids. Stopping at the drugstore so you can get some more medicine just in case, water, Gatorade, soup, crackers, whatever you can think of. Thankfully you were smart enough to get some easy meals, because later it hits the entire household. "You guys stay away from Grandpa. He can't handle all this sickness."

Marta already been contacted that everyone was running fevers, including yourself. All the kids needing some extra TLC it was just easier to set up beds in yours and Ransom's bedroom. "I get to sleep in your bed right?" Story asks her dad, her eyes as big as saucers.

"I really don't care who sleeps in the bed with us," he regrets that quickly when the rest of the kids come piling in the bed with you. Two eleven-year-olds, one eight-year-old, and an almost six-year-old cramming into the bed with you.

"This really isn't that comfortable."

"Well no one said you had to get in here with me."

"Can I not just go get in my own bed."

"I really don't feel good."

"Would all of you just shut up?"

"Quit touching me."

"I wasn't touching you, you were touching me."

"I see my life flashing right before my very eyes. Do you see it Blade? There it goes."

You flop down on the bed somewhere, making it an even tighter fit, while all these kids are arguing about touching or feeling bad, "Would everyone please just stop?" you start to shout, stopping only because you start to cough. "If you're uncomfortable, you're more than welcome to sleep on the palettes I made. If you want to go to your room, nobody is telling you not to. But for the love of my sanity, just hush."

"Mommy?" Story asks, followed by groans from everyone. "Can we watch the Princess Bride?"

"Ran, start her movie," with his eyes closed he grabs for the remote, clicking on the TV and starting Story's favorite movie. Even though everyone had groaned, they all start to settle. "Thank you baby for making us buy the biggest bed possible."

"Don't get too used to this guys. This is only when you're sick kind of thing."

"Story, get off!" Aster whisper shouts.

"Nope, the next person who touches anyone, gets to get in the floor on their palette. There's six of us in this bed, someone is going to be touching someone.

Harlan leans over to give Story a kiss to her head, pulling the book out of the sleeping child’s hand when he looks over at his grandson.  Ransom gives a soft kiss to your sleeping self, baby Lucy face down on his chest with her butt in the air.  Iris leans her body on the other side of Ransom.  With Blade sprawled across yours and Ransom’s lap, and even in your sleep your fingers comb through Aster’s hair.  

Harlan had many doubts that he would ever see Ransom like this.  The boy, now a man, had seen his fair share of ups and downs, especially with you.  The two of you had fought not to be together, and now you were proving that you were meant to be.  It was serene at the estate.  The annual house Christmas decorating day had ended with Harlan’s reading of A Christmas Carol, and Story’s sleepy children’s version of The Nutcracker.  And now the old man looks at the other as if Ransom was his own son.  

His children that he desperately fought for sprawled around on the two of you, except the tiny nine-year-old in Harlan’s lap.  Ransom’s deep blue eyes dart around to each family member as he exhales a breath he didn’t know he was holding, “They’re uncomfortable,” he mumbles, leaning over to rest his head on you.

He couldn’t move with Blade’s legs on his lap, and you and Iris on his shoulders, and his fifth on his chest.  “Would you trade it?” Harlan’s deep voice whispers over to Ransom, and he shakes his head no.

“Not for all the money in the world,” Lucy’s mouth opens in a wide yawn, and she snuggles in tighter to Ransom.  A hand going up to his beardless face that she wasn’t all too fond of.  Those chubby little hands rubbing on his cheek.

“I don’t think I tell you enough, but I’m proud of you, son.”

“I didn’t do this,” he twists his head to give you a quick peck.  “I couldn’t have done any of it.”

“You found a woman worth fighting for.  Became a better man to prove to her you were worthy.  Stepped up when your daughters needed you.  Risked everything to save their lives, and you think you didn’t do anything?”

Iris throws an arm over her dad and Lucy, her face squished up against him.  “Accidentally got her pregnant before your wedding.  Probably because you two can’t keep your hands off of each other.  Was there for her after our angel, Anders.  Was her rock after this tiny thing came into the world,” Harlan looks down at his sleeping tiny baby, petting his wrinkled hand over her angelic face.  He was worried sick that Story wouldn’t make it, and now in ways she was the most dramatic of all.

“Begged for how many years for that baby that sleeps on you.  And she’s every bit of your spawn.  Has your attitude completely.  I think you’ve done a lot.  And I’m proud of you.  Should have asked you to move in years ago.  Blade should have been brought home here.  Your spitting image, but he’s sweet and caring like his mama.”

“I’m sweet and caring,” Ransom looks up at Harlan, giving his grandfather a quick pout.

“Yes, son, you are.  And that sweet Iris, she may not look like you, but she’s every bit your sweet baby.  She’s always had a tender bond with you.  Now that one,” he chuckles looking at Aster.  “Carved right out of your ass.  Your eyes, your cocky attitude, your smart mouth, hardworking, loving, defensive towards her family, dedicated; she’s going to be amazing when she gets older.  Carry on your legacy with the company, I have no doubt.  Just don’t let her make movies out of my books.  Maybe there will be one that will write mystery novels akin to mine, and you can make those into movies.”

“Story’s going to write,” Ransom kicks his legs up onto the ottoman, getting a scowled face from Lucy.  “She already does.”

“Story won’t be writing mystery novels.  They’ll be dragons, and princesses, and Sir Lancelot,” looking up at his grandfather, he rolls his eyes, shaking his head.  “You wait and see.  She wishes on a star every night.  Be prepared.”

“What of my shy son?” Ransom reaches out a hand, and pushes back the hair in Blade’s eyes.  He knew why you babied your son so much, he looked just like him, and he had the sweetest soul.  Blade was a good kid, one of his best behaved children.  And like Iris he had his insecurities.

“Your intelligent son.  He’ll grow out of that shyness.  Not too much, because I quite like it.  It’s sweet.  He’s going to make you so proud.  Just like how you make me proud.  He’s going to carve his own way, and I hope he’s not the womanizer that you were.  But if he is, when he finds that special someone, I hope he doesn’t fight it like you did.  How long after you and Kitten were, you know, when you knew?”

“Sooner than you think,” he chuckles.  He admitted long after the two of you got together that it happened sooner than he originally wanted.  You were different.  And he knew it.

“It was this pull to you, wasn’t it?” Ransom rolls his eyes to meet Harlan’s.  “Like no matter how hard you tried to stay away you couldn’t.  Didn’t even want to call up your regular girls.  You waited for her to call, and would throw any obligation aside to be with her.  You played your games with her, but there was a moment, during the jumping on the bed, that you knew it meant more.  Stared at her longer, because you didn’t want to forget any moment.  Hoped she would fall asleep next to you, so you could enjoy her company, her scent, her breath, her air, her taste even longer.”

“How did you know that?”

“That’s how I felt about your grandmother.  We’re not so different, Ransom.  Had you not been born to your terrible father, I would say you were my clone.  How long did it take?”

“After the first time I met her, I wanted to know more, didn’t know why.  Ransom Drysdale could have any woman.  And then I saw her at the bar…I couldn’t get her out of my head.  There was something enticing about her being taken, I could have her without the commitment.”

“How long?” Harlan repeats.

“After a month.  A handful of meetings, I didn’t want to let her go.  I couldn’t let her go.”

“And I’m still right here, baby,” Ransom should have known that the sound of his voice wasn’t going to keep you asleep for long.  He didn’t care.  While it was the first time saying that out loud, he meant every word.  “And look at our babies,” you grunt as you sit up.  “They’re uncomfortable.”

“Would you trade it?” Harlan asks with a smile.

“Not for all the money in the world,” you say, leaning over to kiss Ransom’s lips.

“And one day,” Harlan begins as he looks around at his family.  “One day, you’re going to be sitting in this chair, or on the couch together.  Your grown children arguing about something that happened when they were kids, and you're going to have a house full of grandchildren.  Some cuddling with you, some chasing each other around, some I’m sure will laugh as their parents playfully fight, some will be playing Go, you better keep that alive.  But I hope that they fill this dusty old estate up with all these pretty babies.  These kids, they’re the reason I’ve stayed alive for so long.  They keep me young, and I want to see all that they accomplish.”

“A lawyer,” Ransom says, looking at Iris.  While he hated Andy, he knew how much she desired to do law, and that she would follow in her father and Andy’s footsteps.  She could softly debate any topic.  “And a good mama.  I’m gonna be stuck with Tweedle Dee forever, aren’t I?”

“A CEO,” you give a kiss on Aster’s brunette hair.  “She’s going to change Blood Like Wine.”

“And she’s going to make me so proud,” Harlan laughs, “Gonna keep Walt on his toes when she tells him who is in charge.  Aster Drysdale doesn’t take no for an answer.  She’s going to modernize that company, and expand on it.”

“My Bladey is going to do everything,” you cup his cheek, wishing you could slow time down.  “He’s going to be into computers, games, he’ll follow his Uncle JJ somehow.  He’s so smart, I’m sure he could hack into the FBI’s system.”

“Our Story book,” Story’s head flops back, and her mouth opens slightly, “She’s got so many stories to tell, and she’ll tell him.  She’ll become a queen of her own castle. Be the Queen of Boston when her knight in shining armor climbs up the trellis, and rescues her.  He’ll climb up there one last time, and they’ll never part.”

“If you tell me that I’m going to be stuck with Tweedle Dum, too,” you giggle, drawing out his name as you look at him.  “I’m serious.  She’s another one that doesn’t take no as an answer.”

“And Luciana Violet may be much too small to determine, but that child, she’s going to pave her own way.  She dances to a completely different tune, remember that when you feel she’s so much different than the rest.  She may be all Drysdale, but she’s going to do her own thing.  She’s going to be just like her father.”

“No!”

“Ransom, she’s your daughter.  She’s just like you were.”

“I don’t want her to be like me.  She’s too sweet.  Can we make her be like her mother?” Both you and Harlan shake your heads no.  “Oh, I don’t like this game.  You’re basically saying that I’ve got the boneheads in my life forever, I’m having lots of grandkids, Aster is staying single…”

“No,” Harlan shakes his head no, and Ransom throws his head back.  “Aster is going to try and follow what she thinks everyone wants her to do.  But when she least expects it, a shooting star is going to make her want to make a wish for the first time.  The moon will change the tide, and she’s going to find just the person she was meant to be with in this whole galaxy.”

“Why are you talking like that?  Kitten, why is he talking like that?”

“I feel it in these old bones.  Bladey is going to be like you,” you gasp, holding Blade closer.

“You don’t want him to be like me?”

“Ran, you were a whore.  My baby will never be a whore.”

“We’ll see, woman.  We’ll see.”

“And you’re never allowed to tell me I told you so.  Blade is always going to be my sweet boy.”

“Until he finds a sweet girl he wants to corrupt.”

“Okay.  This conversation is over.  Harlan as always these conversations are riveting.  But I am going to get my babies in bed, and I’m going to pretend this conversation never happened.”

“Kitten?” You look over towards Harlan, and he gives you a smile.  Lifting his aged hand up, he wipes away the tears, “I’m proud of you, too.  Thank you for giving me this beautiful family.”

“Daddy, you won’t let me fall?” Iris looks up at Ransom with her sweet blue green eyes, and back down to her bike with no training wheels.  “I don’t want to fall.”

“Ris, it’s okay,” James gives her handlebars a quick tap, and looks back to Ransom.  “I’ll fall on the ground first, if you think she’s going to fall.”

“She won’t fall, James,” Ransom groans, rolling his eyes.  “Angel, do you think daddy would let you get hurt?” She shakes her head no, putting her feet on the pedals.  “James, stay there.  You’re only going to distract her.  Come on,” he starts out at a steady walk with her, picking up a bit more speed.  “It’s the same thing as with the training wheels.”

“This is easy,” she giggles.  Wanting to go a bit faster, she pedals with more vigor.  “You can let go now, daddy,” he gives a quick look back at you, refusing to take his hands off the bars.  “Daddy, let me go.  I got this.”

He drops his hands, having tears in his eyes as she pedals around a bit more.  Yelling out in joy.  “Kitten!” His hands point over at Iris.  “She was…and then…I had to let her go,” with Blade on your hip you walk over to him, to kiss on his cheek.  “Make her come back to me.  She’s pedaling around with that bonehead.”

“Ran, go help Azzie.”

He looks back at his usually confident daughter who was biting her nails.  Watching her sister, shaking her head, “No.  I won’t do it.”

“You don’t have to,” your husband says, and gets a quick slap to his stomach.  “What?”

“You have a son you’ll have to do this with, and this dramatic girl,” you rub along your belly, reminding him of yet another child on the way.  

“But they’re my babies, and Iris.  Iris!  Baby are you okay?” He runs over to Iris who had crashed into a hedge, but James was already helping her up, even dusting off her shorts, “Kitten!”

“Ransom, you're freaking Azzie out.  Help her.”

“My baby, daddy.  Dis my baby,” Blade rubs on your stomach with you, and Ransom gives the both of you a kiss before running towards Aster who pushes his hands off her bike.

“She fell.”

“I know, little star, but…”

“She fell all the way on the ground, and you…you weren’t even watching her properly, and you want me to ride a bike. No.  I won’t do it.  I won’t,” when he looks back at you, you wave your hand, encouraging him to try.  “Daddy, you let her go.”

“She asked me to.  Trust me, I didn’t want to.”

“Will it hurt?  If I fall?”

“It may.”

“Will you pick me up if I fall?” Ransom nods his head smiling, grabbing her handlebars.  “If I fall do I have to try again?”

“Yes, baby, you need to keep trying.

“Daddy, I’m scared.”

“I’ve always got your back, Azzie.  Daddy will always be here for you, no matter what.  No matter how big you get.  Even if you don’t live with me, daddy will always have your back.  I am your biggest fan.  And you,” He points over at Carter, “Do not move.  Let her get going on her own.”

“Yes, Mr. Drysdale,” he says, putting his kickstand down.  Lydia and Gregory didn’t want Carter to get dirty, or break a bone, so they refused to buy a bike, Ransom got him one anyways.  Even taught him how to ride.  “Mr. Drysdale, I just want to tell Azzie, she’s got this.”

Just like before Ransom pushes her along.  Starting to jog when Aster reaches her hands around his neck and picks her feet up off the bike.  Swinging her body on him, “Daddy, I’m not ready.  Please, don’t make me.  I don’t want to get hurt,” her legs wrap around Ransom’s waist, and she looks up at him pouting, “I just don’t wanna do this.”

“Why, sweetheart?”

“Because…I won’t need you anymore,” she wraps her hands around him tightly, shaking her head.  “Don’t make me.”

“I won’t if you really don’t want me to.  If you really don’t want to learn, it’s not that big of a deal, but I hope you know that this won’t be the last time you need me.”

“Daddy, I’m scared,” he could hear the crack in her voice, and starts walking away with her still attached to him.  “You won’t make me?”

“Azzie, you tell me you don’t want to do anything, and you won’t have to.  Same with anyone else.  You get to decide what you’re going to do.”

“So in school?”

“That’s different.  You don’t have to learn to ride a bike.  Although, I think you’d have fun.  But if you really don’t want to.”

“But won’t I get hurt?”

“Az, if I could protect you from everything that was going to hurt you both physically and here,” he gives a tap over her heart.  “I would.  Daddy doesn’t want you to ever hurt, but hurt is also what helps you grow and learn.  Don’t be afraid of getting hurt.”

“If I don’t want you to let me go you won’t?”

“Never.  I want to hold onto you forever.”

“Maybe another time then.  Can I get on my scooter instead?” He nods his head, and Aster gives him a kiss to his nose that scrunches up.  Running off to get her scooter, and Aster Drysdale never learned to ride a bike.

——

“Alright, Bladey, you ready?”

“No,” Ransom laughs, shaking his head.  “I don’t…don’t, don’t like this.  Mom…mom, mommy?”

“Eh,” he warns him, tapping on his new custom Buzz Lightyear bike.  “Remember what the deal was to get this?”

“Take…take, take it back.  I don’t…don’t, don’t want it.”

“Buddy, look.  Look right here at daddy,” Blade turns his face to squint up at Ransom.  “Would I ever let you get hurt on purpose?”

“Yes.”

“Blade!  No, I wouldn’t.  I laugh when everybody trips, even your mom, once I know you guys are okay.  But I’m not going to push you down the stairs, am I?” He shakes his head no, and looks out onto the driveway, shrugging.  “Buddy, you can do it, if you really want to.  And I know you do.  It’ll feel like flying.”

“You sure?”

“Not really, no, but it does feel cool.”

“Daddy!” Ransom gives him a knock on his helmet, and gives him a chuckle.  “Can…can, can I get snuggles with mom…mom, mommy if I get hurt?”

“Of course.  You ready?” Placing his feet on the pedals he nods his head, letting Ransom push him.  

“Faster!” He squeals, and Ransom sets off on a quick run.  “Let go!” As soon as he does, Blade loses balance, and falls to the ground.  Glaring back at his dad.  

“Blade, what were you doing?  You didn’t try.”

“I figured out the math to it.  I think so, but it didn’t work.”

“Blade, you’re six.  This isn’t math, this is riding a bike.  Pedal when I let go,” furrowing his brow, he determines he’s going to get it.  “Don’t think too hard, you’re going to hurt yourself.  Just go with it, okay?”

“Okay,” trying like they left off, he screams at his dad to let go, and he starts peddling.  A bit wobbly at first, but he’s able to get it. Able to go faster, and turn.  Taking off when you walk up to Ransom, handing him a toddler Story, and she reaches for his ring finger.  Wrapping her hand around it.

“Ransom…”

“Nope, I had to deal with that with Iris.  Just because he’s the baby boy, I don’t want to see any tears,” he doesn’t even look at you.  He knows you were struggling to let him go, “Come here,” he groans, pulling you into him, and wrapping his arm around your shoulders.  “He’s doing good.”

“I was hoping he would run into my arms.”

“Kitten, it doesn’t work like that.  We gotta learn when to let them go.”

——

“Story, what are you doing?” Ransom asks as his daughter places a princess bunny in her basket.  “Back.  Go back and change.”

“Daddy,” she whispers, bringing him down closer to her, “Sir Lancelot is here, I must prove that I am the Princess of Boston.”

“Well, Princess Story book.  Your tiara is blocking the way for your helmet.  You are not wearing a dress to ride a bike, and I want sneakers on your feet,” she clutches at her chest gasping, “Story Rose Drysdale, go change.”

“This is not how the Princess of Boston should be treated,” she dramatically yells as she stomps up the steps to change.  “I will still wear pink, and my bunny is staying in her basket!”

Rolling his eyes, Ransom looks up at the sky, hearing you giggle behind him, and then snort.  Spinning around he sees Carter, “You take that back!”

“I thought the Princess would like a surprise when she came back, Mr. Drysdale.  And I can’t put the rose back on the bush,” blowing out a huff of air, he gestures to Carter to come forward, letting him place the white rose next to her bunny.  

Ransom, annoyed, watches his daughter come down the steps still in a dress, “I have shorts on underneath.  Grandpa said I could.  Oh!  Where did this come from?” She smiles up at Ransom after she spots the rose.  He points towards Carter, causing Story to look down at it, too embarrassed to look at him anymore.  Ransom turns back to pout at you.

“Story, I think daddy has waited long enough.  Hop on,” you walk closer to her, whispering only for her to hear, “Make sure Sir Lancelot knows that you’re worthy of that rose,” she gives you that megawatt smile, throwing a leg over her bike.

“I don’t think I wanna know.”

“Shh, it’s mine and mommy’s secret.  Let’s go daddy,” his head tilts towards you quickly.

“Ransom!”

“She’s the last,” you give him a little shrug and smirk as you walk away, and he gets a devilish grin.  He was too easy, “Alright, Princess Story book, are you ready?” She nods quickly, but screams at him.  “What?”

“Is the rose going to be okay?”

“How many roses has that bonehead given you?”

“They’re special roses daddy.  They’re my roses.  Grandpa had them planted before I was born.  They have special powers that will help protect me and guide me through my journey through the kingdom.  You know the Black Knight is out there somewhere, and must thwart him so he doesn’t interfere in taking me away from Prince Charming.”

“Your grandpa really made sure you had a colorful speech pattern.  You’ve got the rose, got the princess bunny, got your dress, are you ready?”

“Yes!  Onward King of the castle,” dramatically she leans forward to look as if she was gaining speed.  Getting comfortable too easily, and not even realizing that Ransom had already taken his hands off her bike as she rides around.  “I shall name this bike Nimue!  My gallant steed.  Daddy?” She puts a foot down, stopping abruptly, and turns back to look at him.  “Why did you let me go?”

“You and your gallant steed were speeding away without me.”

“But…you let me go, and you didn’t tell me.  I had to discover it, because I didn’t see your ring gleam in the sun rays.  That was not funny.”

“Story book,” he chides.  “You did just fine.”

“But you let me go.  You just poof, and you were gone.  Why?”

“You were determined to pull away, and you were ignoring everything I said because you were talking to yourself.”

“It was a story!”

“Yes, princess.  You need me to push you again?” Her smile beams off her face as she tries to get started again.

“Now I can go riding with Iris, James, Aster, Blade, and Carter!  Bye daddy!”

“Wait!  I didn’t…Kitten!”

“Ransom, I can’t solve everything.  You did let her go.”

——

“No,” Lucy pushes the traditional bike away, her hand still reaching for one without pedals.  “I want that one.  

“It doesn’t even make sense.  How is that supposed to work?”

“You just,” she kicks her foot like she was on a scooter, and tries to get on the bike.

“What’s daddy going to have to do?”

“Nothing.  I don’t need you to do anything for me.  I just need you to let go.  It’s time for you to let go now, don’t you think so?”

“No!” He kneels down, and pulls her hands in his.  “No, it is not time.  You are my last.  I don’t think your mom is giving me another one.”

“I’m not,” you tell him, leaning back in the sun.  “We’re about to be grandparents.  And Lucy waited long enough, didn't you baby?” She nods her head looking up at Ransom.  

“Because I didn’t want her to grow too fast.”

“Mama, can I scoot around now?”

“Yes, Luciana.  Ran, come here.  Sit down with me,” He slumps down on the front porch steps.  Leaning over on your shoulder as he pouts at Lucy, “You were the one that didn't’ want to teach her.  She showed you.”

“I wanted to savor it.”

“Baby, hopefully all our kids have babies.  And we’ll get to make memories with them as well.  We’ve had twenty-one years of raising these babies.  Enjoy that this one was easy.”

“Easy?  Lucy?  Lucifer?” You give him a quick swat to his stomach telling him to leave your baby alone, “Can we have another?”

“No.”

“But look at her, she doesn’t have any kids to play with her.  It’s not fair.”

“She’s the same age Story was when she was born.”

Throwing his head back he groans.  Remembering each time that he taught his kids to ride a back.  Could almost hear the panic in Aster’s voice, the determination in Iris’s, the intimidation in Blade’s, and even the whimsiness of Story’s.  Lucy was aloof, and marched to a beat of her own crumbs.  

“We can’t keep them babies forever.”

“Why?” He demands, watching Lucy scream with her laughs.  “I want them to be.”

“I didn’t enjoy the diapers.”

“Our baby is…I can’t even say it, Kitten.”

“Then don’t,” you give him a soft kiss, and turn back to look at Lucy.  “We had to let them go at some point, daddy.”

“Well, I don’t like it.  I want them all Lucy’s age right now.”

“I know you do, baby.  I would do it, if I could.  But instead, kiss me, and let’s watch our fifth.  The one that is all Drysdale.”

“Shh, let's not talk about her getting older, and enjoy it, okay?”

“Okay,” you let him lay on your chest, and scratch the back of his head.  “I love our life, Ran.”

“I love our family, Kitten.”

Curtis knew from the moment it was bedtime, that you were in a bratty mood.  Refusing to sleep in the middle of the bed, and instead, you became the big spoon for Ari, putting him in the middle.  And it wasn’t that he was upset about this.  Ari was in heaven.  Your fingers brushing through his soft locks, while you kiss on every freckle on his suntanned back.  His voice soft with complete submission to you. 

Curtis only cocks up an eyebrow before he ghosts his own lips on Ari’s front.  That big daddy of yours could not help but to whimper at the love and care the two of you give to his body.  It was good, because he was left whining towards the end of your session.  

Your police daddy angry at the pictures, videos, and voice memos that Ari had sent him, denied both of you an orgasm.  While neither one of you used the magic words, you still need gentle and soft to come back down.  No one needed it more than Ari.  He sometimes struggled to get out of sub space, so the extra care that you and Curtis gave him, left him to peacefully start drifting to sleep.

When the soft snores echo off his lips, you press and hold your own against his warm skin.  “Little One, you want to wake Ari up because you’re riding me?”

“No.  I’m tired.  My body got worked up.  And Ari is being such a sweet boy, let him sleep.”

That is not the answer he was hoping for, but it gave you satisfaction in knowing that.  Just so he knows that you’re not really angry with him, you whisper out, “I love you, Daddy,” leaning your body over Ari’s on to give him a soft kiss to his lips.  Reaching over your thick daddy, you wiggle your fingers at Curtis, and he grabs your hand in his own.

“Love you, too, Little One.”

Tomorrow was a new day.  Curtis being the early riser, already had the kids up and ready for school, by the time you stir awake.  Still clinging to Ari’s broad back, but this time he had rolled over on his belly.  Slinging a leg over him, you straddle that juicy ass of his, and start drawing a heart on his back.  Adding more pressure with your fingernails, just to see a reddened mark adorn his skin.

“Princess, what cha doin?”

“Making Curtis jealous.”

He snorts, and bumps his ass into you, causing a shrill mewl to seep out of your throat, “How did that work for you last time?” you only shrug, jumping off of him, when you hear the door open, and you race towards the shower, locking the door behind you.  Not that it would stop either of them, but it’ll slow them down.

Curtis walks into the bedroom, that heart fresh and glowing on Ari’s back, “What the hell is that?”

“Our wife loves me the mostest,” his morning chuckle raspy as he turns over to look at him.  “You pissed her off.  Made her weak, and didn’t give her any D.  I heard you, she didn’t even want to ride you last night.  She’s mad jealous when she doesn’t get to touch or be touched.  Have fun with that.”

Ari stands to stretch, while Curtis is left wondering how he’s going to fix this.  Ponders the situation while he makes the bed, and then has to bite his lip when you emerge from the bathroom, completely nude.  Paying him little to no mind, when you leave the bedroom.  “I don’t even get a good morning?  We’re gonna play this game all day, until night, right?”

He follows you into the kitchen where you jump on the counter, watching Ari as he makes a simple breakfast for the three of you.  As soon as he gets close enough you grab at his hand and place it at your soaked core, giving a devilish smirk to Curtis.  

“I get punished and Ari gets to touch you, am I correct?” you nod your head at him, pushing Ari’s fingers into your warm wet heat, letting out a lewd moan, and putting on a show for Curtis.  “Did you miss the part where you and Ari started this?” you only offer up a shrug to him.

“You’re not going to talk to me?” you shake your head no, using Ari’s hand to pump his fingers into you.  “And, what will make you talk to me?  You two brats are the ones that teased me first.”

Pulling Ari’s fingers out of you, you curl your finger towards Curtis.  Extending Ari’s beefy digits for Curtis to suck on.  Both of them moaning; Curtis because of your taste, and Ari because of Curtis’ talented tongue.  “Am I having dessert before breakfast?” you shake your head no again, and jerk Ari’s fingers away from Curtis.  This time Ari doesn’t need your assistance.  “Tell me what it is I have to do?”

“Ari and I gave you a gift.  Your own personal porn.  A spank bank of your husband and wife, so you didn’t have to go looking up porn that pale in comparison.”

“Oh, I see.  The two of you gave me a gift, and I repay you, by punishing you?” pouting up at him, you nod.  Curtis takes a few steps towards you, closing the gap, and adds his own two fingers to your cunt.  Stretching it out in the most delightful way, while both your daddies finger you.  His eyes flutter closed at the sound of your pussy, watching your juices leak out of you.  “So what is it that I have to do?” 

“I want you tied up.  Ari and I will pleasure each other, but do you a kindness of allowing us to touch you.  Your hands tied up, you can’t touch us.  You think you’ll like me sucking your balls while Ari sucks your cock?  Or maybe me ride your thigh, and Ari can fuck your face?  Or do you want Ari fucking me, while I suck your cock?  Decisions, decisions, Daddy.  Not that you really deserve it, after what you put me and Ari through.  Both of us with blue balls.”

“Is that what that was?” you raise up an eyebrow at him, and he responds by pressing a thumb to your neglected clit.  “How about you get off on our fingers, and get ready for work.”

“Curtis,” you give him a whine, “I want you submissive.”

“Not today Little One.  We don’t have the time.  Get off on your daddies’ fucking fingers, before Ari burns the bacon.  And then your bratty little ass will get ready for work.  I don’t negotiate with brats.  I’ll be submissive when I damn well please. We’ve talked about this, you earn submission, you don’t demand it,” your eyes roll back in your head at the timbre of his voice.  Gruff and raspy, feeling it all the way into your core.  “Now, be a good girl, and cum.”

Bucking up a moment, refusing to give him what he wants.  Your body trying so desperately to cave and give in.  You whimper trying to hold back.  Your skin sticky and heated, and Curtis flicks his head towards Ari.  The both of them grabbing a tit with their free hand, and sliding down to the nipple.  Gripping the sensitive buds tight, and he growls again, “Cum!” 

“Daddy,” your voice weak, but you can’t hold back anymore.  Your walls clench around the two of their fingers, and you slump forward, pressing your head against Curtis’ shoulder.

“Ari, finish the bacon.  I’m going to give her a few spankings before I get her dressed.  You just never learn, Little One.”

There isn’t too much you have to complain about your life. Especially once everyone is settled in bed. Ransom only barely returning after doing his final rounds to make sure everyone was snug and sleeping. Watching you brush your teeth to get ready for bed.

His large frame stands behind you, with just the most gentle of touches to your hips, and even more tender kisses on your exposed skin. There’s nothing sexual about this moment, it’s pure love and respect to you.

He knows that you had struggled a bit after Story, but three years later, and he saw the woman he was madly in love with completely back. Present in every aspect of your lives, and he usually wasn’t too far behind, just admiring every little thing you did.

Ransom had been strong and patient. Had been your rock and stepped up immensely. In some cases, became both the mother and the father, when you struggled to check back in. But you made it. Made it by yourself, but most importantly, as a couple.

Turning on some soft music, he turns you around just so he could dance with you. While his hands hold you with the softest touch, he has you pressed tightly against his body. Swaying the both of your bodies to the music, and his typical sinful mouth peppers delicate open mouth kisses on your skin.

“I never tell you enough, but I’m so thankful for you. So in love with you. Seven years isn’t enough,” you tilt your head to the side giving him better access, giggling a bit when his beard tickles your skin. “I’m serious, Kitten. I couldn’t do this without you.”

“And I couldn’t have done this without you,” Ransom finally leans back to peer down at you. Your eyes shining brightly up at him. “You’ve been my rock. The thing I never knew I wanted.”

“The thing, really?”

“You know what I mean. I couldn’t have asked for a better husband.”

“Yeah, you could. You deserve more than I can give you.”

“Lies,” you speak loudly, giving him your own soft kiss to his pouty face. “We’ve had our ups and downs from the beginning. But I love our journey to here. We’re both so thankful for each other, but also for this life we’re building. I wouldn’t change a thing, if I couldn’t have this life I have right now, Ran. You were worth all the tears, all the fighting, and growing. You were worth it all. And I know we love each other, because we fought to be here.”

The two of you have a moment of gazing into each other’s eyes. Memories of your life leading up to this moment flashing in your brain. There had been a lot of heartache, but more love, fun, laughter, love, and life. And he was worth every bit of it.

“You are my reason,” you wipe a stray tear off his cheek. Standing on your tippy toes to get give him a kiss on his damp skin. “Oh, baby, I didn’t want you to cry.”

“Yes, you did. You have your ways to make me feel whatever you want me to,” you lean forward, resting your head on his chest, “It only beats for you.”

“Don’t be cheesy, Ran.”

“Daddy.”

His hand drops off your hip, to rustle Story’s hair a bit. Pulling her closer to him, but she’s only worried about wrapping her hand around his ring finger. “Daddy, my bed is cold.”

“You can sleep with me and mama, Princess,” his hand coasts down your skin slowly, before bending over to pick up Story throwing her in the air with a melodic round of giggles. “I was about ready to tuck mama into bed anyways.”

Story lays in between the two of you, before crawling on Ransom’s belly. Pulling at the arm furthest from you, “Daddy, hold me,” her little head snuggling in tight to him, and you can’t help but beam at the sweet little interaction.

“Mama, I had…had, had a bad dream,” your baby boy walks clumsily into the bedroom. Crawling onto you, sniffling.

“Bladey, you’re okay. Mama is right here.”

“Kitten, we’ve got the world’s biggest daddy’s girl and mama’s boy.”

“Shh, they don’t stay this little forever look at Aster and Iris,” hearing that door creak open one more time, you see your oldest babies peaking their head through the door. “Is everything okay?”

“The pipes are making that creepy sound again, and I can’t sleep.”

“It’s hot upstairs,” Aster adds in. Jutting out their lower lips before you pat on the space in between you and Ransom. They don’t sleep in here too often, so when they do, it’s a big event.

“Madam,” Story clears her throat, twisting her head to look at you, “We all here. Can we watch a mobie?”

“I wanna watch a…a, a movie,” Blade agrees, his sweet self looking up at you, “It’ll help me for…forget, forget the nightmares.”

“Kitten,” Ransom smiles over at you, “They’re only this little once. I could do with a bedtime movie night with my reasons.”

Nodding your head, the two of you lean towards the other, just a quick kiss, while your oldest three gag a bit, Story smiles up at you, “I’ll have my own prince one day.”

“Let’s hope that day never comes.”

“Daddy! The Princess of Boston has to have a Prince.”

“I’m marrying mama.”

“Iris is marrying James.”

“Aster is never getting married.”

Ransom has to shake his head, still trying to be positive, but sighs, “I don’t like this.”

“Oh, don’t be ridiculous. They’re all babies.”