4. Gisele
Hearing my little girl giggles coming from her room down the hall, my heart nearly burst at the sound. It had been a week since Miracle made her first sound and spoke her first word and I was still dealing with the joy, shock, and the relief of that night.
The joy had been hearing Miracle whisper into my ear the word yes. To be a mother and waiting eight long years to hear that one simple word spoken in a croaky voice was beyond a blessing. Since that wonderous night Miracle was yet to speak more than one-word answers but that was fine with me, because the magical sound of her giggling everyday was more than enough for me and my family.
The shock and the relief were two-fold both included Miracle’s sperm donor. I thought of Liam that way now. Secretly I wished that she wasn’t his child, that instead she was Jamison’s. The effort he put into spending time with her in the past few weeks far exceeded Liam’s in the last eight years. Jamison’s affection for Miracle could be seen and felt, Liam struggled to hug his own kid without being prompted to do so by me. Nagging him to spend time with his daughter whereas Jamison purposely made time for him and Miracle.
His insistence on taking over a few nights of bedtime reading was the reason I was listening to my daughter giggling. Jamison’s reading technique was more than giggle worthy, it was downright hilarious.
When Jamison first asked Miracle for permission to join her bed-time story she readily agreed by running to grab the book she wanted for story time that night. Hearing Jamison’s deep timbre voice reading a child’s book to a little girl had to be heard to be believed. His manly tone speaking a female character’s part in the story very entertaining for not only Miracle but for me also. I loved that he enjoyed spending time with my daughter one on one. Not needing me to be a buffer. Instead, he insisted that he and Miracle had their own time together so they can bond without me looking over his shoulder. It was a wonderful feeling knowing that the man I loved and my daughter who was my whole life were getting along so well.
For me it meant more than my boyfriend liking my kid. Jamison had told me he wanted to be Miracle’s dad, adamant that he wanted to be her dad and not her father. She referred to Liam as father and Jamison wanted to be exactly the opposite of Liam. I believed him when he told me that, and his actions and effort proved that.
Walking over to my sliding bedroom door, I opened it and walked out onto the small balcony. The nights were starting to grow colder signalling that Autumn was setting in, the leaves were beginning to turn brown, and it wouldn’t be long before my dad would be in gardener mode. It also meant it was time to think about putting the pool cover on to keep the leaves from filling the pool, something that drove my dad crazy.
Dad was already finding it hard to accept that Jamison was taking over a lot of his odd jobs around my place now. Jock Blessing was a man who needed to stay busy all day and Jamison had inadvertently put a spanner in dad’s daily routine. Luckily, Elle’s place still needed repairs done to it inside and out, thankfully Jamison had not offered to help dad with those. He was too busy between commuting to work in Gracefield and his duties as well as setting up his office here in Blessings. Despite his busy schedule and travelling Jamison always came home at night in time for dinner, dishes, and bedtime story time.
He also slept beside me every night and woke me with gentle kisses and passionate lovemaking every morning.
Hearing Jamison enter the room, I turned in time to see him pulling his shirt off, tossing it onto the floor as he made his way to me on the balcony.
“Getting cold out here gorgeous,” he murmured as he put his arms around me from behind, pulling me against his hard naked chest his body heat warming me against the chilly night air.
“Hmmm,” I hummed enjoying having Jamison holding me, “how many stories did she make you read tonight?” I asked quietly. There was something about the quiet of nighttime that relaxed me. Loud noises at night were a rarity in Blessings as were streetlights, it was so peaceful, adding Jamison’s strong arms cuddling me to him made it even more perfect.
“Three,” Jamison answered, chuckling low so not to wake Miracle. Not that she would wake up, my child fought her bedtime but once she was asleep a bomb detonating wouldn’t stir her. Jamison was still in the first nervous stage of sleeping down the hall from my daughter, worried that his deep voice might carry and wake her. He constantly worried about my whimpering and moaning while he was loving on my body. His way to keep me quiet very pleasurable indeed. I loved his kisses, and Jamison sure did love to kiss me. If he thought I had any complaints to his methods, he was nuts.
Shaking my head, I leaned back to look up at my handsome hot cop.
“You are such a sucker,” I joked, then moaned when his mouth dropped to my neck, sucking gently on the column of my throat.
“Jamison,” I moaned, lifting one arm up, winding it around his head to hold his mouth to my throat. How the man knew my body so well considering our short time together was impressive and totally okay with me. He was a maestro in the way he used his hands and mouth on my body to make me ready for him in minutes if not seconds.
“Shhh my gorgeous girl, you don’t want to wake the sleeping child,” he warned, his hands moving from my belly to cup my breasts through the thin material of my nightgown.
My laugh to that comment came out choked, “Righto you can believe that if you want, but we both know that is a load of cods wallop.”
Chuckling at my silly term of phrase, Jamison grunted, “I’m still not used to it, so give me a break woman.”
Switching positions, I turned in his embrace and let my hands drift down to the button fly on Jamison’s jeans.
“How about I give you a blowjob instead?” I asked with a wink and an impish grin.
The growl that left Jamison’s throat was not only sexy but core tingling.
Damn I love it when he growls.
Not stopping me from slowly pulling the buttons free of the holes, Jamison looked down at me with desire and delight.
“Hmm, I like that idea gorgeous,” he agreed suddenly sweeping me into his arms carrying me back into the bedroom.
“You do me, then I do you.” His suggestion was mighty fine with me.
“Deal,” I giggled as he tumbled me down on the mattress, then laid down on his back, his eyes dark and dangerously aroused.
I was in for another long sensual night.