20. Matteo
20
Matteo
“You’re the only person who can make me feel like a teenager again. And sometimes, like a toddler too.” – Unknown
I ’ve been having the best dream where Zoe finally admits she wants me just as madly as I do her and was about to wrap her pretty lips around my cock when sharp poking into my ribs wakes me up. I try to slap it away with my hand, but it doesn’t disappear.
“Wildflower, maybe you should stop poking him?” I hear a familiar male voice through my sleepy haze.
“You know what? You are right.” Is that Joy?
“I am?” Comes out surprised from Jacob.
“Mm-hmm. Now, where is that cast iron pan we got her last month?”
“Joy, why do you need a cast iron pan?”
“To hit the intruder on Zoe’s couch. Thank you for giving me the idea, baby.”
“I did no such thing!” Jacob protests. “You know I don’t condone violence, and this is not an intruder. It’s Matteo!” I open my eyes slightly, and see Joy raising an eyebrow at her husband.
“Fine, not an intruder. More like a random stray that got lost at my friend’s house.”
“I’m not a stray,” I mumble from my not-to-comfortable spot on the couch. Where did Zoe even get this thing? It should be illegal to sell bricks disguised as couches.
“See, Wildflower?” Jacob grins. “He’s not a stray.”
“I’m her forever,” I mumble some more, still partially in my lovely dream and turn around to try and go back to sleep, but that poking comes right back. Only now it’s ten times stronger and is coming from a frowning Jacob.
“Ahh,” I shriek because that’s a totally normal reaction to having the Viking of LC looming over me like an imposing mountain with his nose practically touching mine.
“Who’s forever? Because if you think for a second you can hit on my wife, I will twist you into a pretzel faster than you can say quack.”
I swear, I hear Joy whimper somewhere in the background.
“Jesus Christ.” I jump up, but Jacob’s face doesn’t leave mine. Literally. His nose is still right over mine. “Dude, I might have a reputation but I’m not into married women.” I chance a glance at Joy.
Sure, she’s hot but everyone pales in comparison to my Zoe. I meant what I told her last night. Ever since meeting her, I simply don’t see other women and for the first few months after my spring break in LC, I was freaking the fuck out.
All my outings to bars and clubs were fruitless. All the girls rubbing themselves over me on a dance floor made me want to go scrub my skin clean, and what’s worse my dick was enjoying life in a permanent state of flaccid.
I even saw a doctor, but he said my equipment should work just fine.
I didn’t understand what was happening until thoughts of her would cross my mind and all of a sudden, I was as hard as a rock and ready to go, painting my shower walls with a fresh coat of my cum.
It finally all clicked in for me when I saw her again. My dick fell in love with Zoe’s pussy. But what’s worse…I think I fell in love with her that night too.
Which is madness and what’s even crazier, not once since the realization kicked in—or since her father smacked it into me—did I get scared of such commitment.
I tried. I tried to talk myself out of it for these past weeks, but it was utterly useless, because for the first time in my adult life, I understood what my dad meant all those years ago before he passed away.
Fate. Bloody fate.
Now, I just need Zoe to snap too. To realize that as much of a player as I was and was allergic to relationships, none ever felt like this before. And I’m all in.
Jacob immediately straightens up, the intimidating mask replaced with a huge grin on his bearded face. We could pass for brothers if he wouldn’t be a giant and have blonde hair. “So, you mean Zoe.”
“Duh.” I rub the sleep out of my eyes which I didn’t get that much of because as soon as Zoe took Mellie away for the night she started crying and I’d like to think she was protesting being torn away from me.
Mellie.
I shoot up from the bed, not caring if these two intruders get an eyeful of my morning wood—especially after that dream—and look around for my baby.
I ended up taking her away after about two hours of wailing so Zoe could get some rest and she was sleeping peacefully on the coffee table next to me. Now she’s not.
Did she roll out of there?
I drop onto my hands and knees, searching the floor but there is nothing. Wait, she’s too little to do that, no?
“What is the stray doing?” Joy whispers to Jacob.
“I have no idea.”
“I’m not a stray,” I repeat again. “And I’m looking for my baby.”
“Wait, you have a baby?” Jacob asks, but I don’t get to answer because the door to the master bedroom opens and Zoe walks out looking like an angel from heavens with her blonde hair in disarray, her tank top twisted around her waist and the cutest pillow mark is on her right cheek.
What’s not cute is the murderous look she’s giving us, and my dick—of course—twitches. Sick fucker. “What’s on the agenda today?” she asks with zero humor. “Alien invasion? End of the world? Or the usual LC nonsense like the last time you all barged in telling me about my dad and Fanny.”
“Well, now that you mention, I am concerned about crocodiles—”
“Jacob,” she interrupts at the same time as Joy slaps his stomach. “That was a rhetorical question. What are you doing here at six-thirty-three in the morning?”
“Apparently, saving you from a stray who probably has flees and needs a tetanus shot based on his roster,” Joy says, and I glare at her.
“For the last time, I am not a stray. I’m a good puppy.” For a good measure, I let out a few barks, and Jacob gives me two thumbs up and a huge grin that his wife slaps away.
Zoe looks heavenward, rubbing her face. “He’s not a stray, Joy.”
“See?” I smile with glee at her. “Now that that’s settled, where is my baby?”
As if my Mellie can hear me, she lets out a loud piercing cry and I take off after her, finding her fighting against the swaddle in her cot as she lays on top of Zoe’s bed. “Shh, my little watermelon, I got you.” Gently, I slide my arms underneath her, lifting her up and onto my shoulder and she immediately nuzzles into my neck, making me smile.
“You really like to do that, don’t you, Mel?” I breathe her in and wince. “Watermelon, you have no business smelling like that. Let’s go change your diaper,” I tell her and lay her on the changing table Zoe has in her bedroom, since Mellie is not using her own yet.
I’ve never changed a diaper before, but I was watching Zoe do it last night and later I totally watched some YouTube videos on how to do it. So now is the time to test my knowledge.
I open it all up and lean away slightly. “Jesus, Mellie, you are lucky you are so cute,” I tell her and get busy wiping all the yellow poop. I freaked out seeing the color yesterday, but Zoe assured me that was normal.
It’s not that I didn’t believe her…but I definitely looked that up as well. Hey, I needed to make sure my baby was all right, all right? I made quick work of the diaper change, smiling as I was zipping her back up.
“See, baby girl? I’ve got you. Always,” I kiss her forehead and come out of the room to hear Joy saying, “ My baby ?” she hisses.
“I leave you alone for one night. One, Zo, and you manage to find trouble.”
“I didn’t find him, he came all on his own and declared he’s moving in.”
“He’s what?” Joy shrieks.
“Moving in, yes,” I confirm for everyone who still didn’t get it, and stroll up to Zoe with Mel in my arms. “When did you take her? I didn’t hear you at night?”
“A few hours ago. I needed to feed her.”
“See, this is why I need to relocate to your bedroom. That way you wouldn’t have to get up at all. Just roll over and pop the boob out. I assure you, both Mellie and I will appreciate it.” I wink at her as she blushes but tries to hide it with a cute scowl.
“There will be no relocating anywhere unless it’s back to your apartment.”
“Nah, Beastie, it’s too small for all three of us there.”
“Shut up,” she murmurs under her breath but none of us miss how much deeper her blush has gotten or the way she averts her eyes. My girl is too stubborn for her own good. “Give her to me, I need to change her diaper.” Zoe leans in, intending to take Mellie away from me, but I turn from her hands.
“No need. I already did.”
“You changed her diaper?” Zoe looks at me like I just told her I flew to the moon and back. “A poopie one?” She accentuates that point.
“Yep,” I tell her, kissing Mel’s head, and Zoe visibly relaxes right that moment, watching us with longing.
Hell yes, I’m wearing you down, woman, and I haven’t even started trying yet.
“Oh hell,” Joy groans. “This is so much worse than I thought. I warned you.” She points her finger at Zoe. “Damn it, I warned you! I told you to stay away from that cursed bar, didn’t I? And you didn’t listen. Congratulations”—she throws her hands up—“you are screwed big time.”
I’m still trying to figure out what she means by all that when Jacob’s strong hand lands on my shoulder and he grins at me. “Love the nickname! Call me for tips.” Then adds more quietly, “And don’t give up, brother. It’s all worth it.”
“Stop fraternizing with the enemy, Jacob,” Joy snaps. “Where are Hope and Grace? I need reinforcements.”
Love Hive:
Joydon’tpissmeofflevine: I don’t know how you did it, but this was a terrible idea! Undo it right this second.
CookieJ: Did what honey? Are you talking about our tandem swimming classes we are starting on Thursdays?
Joydon’tpissmeofflevine: Mom, aren’t you all tired of meddling yet? Wasn’t last year with Hope me and Grace enough for you?
Ninasunshine: There is never enough love Joy. And we, as the righteous guardians of it, need to make sure it flourishes and prospers in our town. Can’t leave no stone unturned.
Joydon’tpissmeofflevine: Turn Zoe’s back around, Matteo is not for her.
Willoflove: And why not? What’s wrong with my boy?
Joydon’tpissmeofflevine: Willa, I say this with as much love as I can muster…
Joydon’tpissmeofflevine: Your son is a manwhore and I won’t have him mess up my friend’s head. He’s been filling it with nonsense already, and she started getting that dreamy look on her face that means trouble to her heart later on.
CookieJ: So, what you mean to tell us is that operation “tame the beast” is already a success?
Ninasunshine: I must admit, I thought it would be harder to crack that tough cookie.
Willoflove: I need a moment here. These happy tears won’t stop.
Toughtolove: Hold your hippy horses. I have solid intel that Zoe has walls up higher than even Joy did.
CookieJ: Fanny there are no hippy horses.
Toughtolove: Are you suffering from selective reading?
Joydon’tpissmeofflevine: Are you all suffering from selective hearing?