Chapter 25 Gabe
GABE
“Oh, fuck, yes.” I whisper because even though my eyes haven’t opened yet, I’m still very aware Amber is in the house, hopefully still fast asleep in her bed because I really, really need some alone time with Dakota right now.
“Shhhh,” he scolds me as he coats my dick with lube and then climbs onto me, straddling me to take my cock in his hand and notch it at his hole. It seems he’s been awake for a while, his hole wet and waiting for me, already prepared.
Damn, I’m pissed I slept through that, but I can’t be too mad because my balls are pressed up against his ass, my cock fully seated now.
“I locked the door, but if you wake her, I will choose her,” he says, and goddamn, I love this man. I grip the back of his neck and pull him down for a kiss to muffle the moans falling from my lips while he rides me at a slow, punishing pace.
I reach between our bodies, stroking his needy, leaking cock until I’m coming inside him and he’s coating my hand with his cum. I will never tire of waking up this way.
He collapses on my chest, my cock still inside his tight hole, surrounded by my cum. “I’m not ready for this party.”
I chuckle, my softening cock starting to fall from his body as I do. “It’s tradition. Oakley’s Crew’s annual holiday party. We can’t miss it.”
And I don’t want to. The guys at the shop are loud and nosey, but they’re still my best friends. They’ve really grown on Dakota this past year too. I know he may not like a lot of people, but these are our people.
“Shelly’s bringing the baby,” I say, and he grins, rolling off me, my dick leaving his body completely before he flops onto his back next to me.
“Well, Vanessa is really cute. And I do love watching Amber with her.”
“You want that?” I ask, rolling to my side, and honestly, I don’t really care how he answers. My life is pretty complete, and I’m happy either way. I don’t need to compete with Shelly and Randy. I just want us to do whatever makes us happy. “To make Amber a big sister again?” I clarify.
“Like us having a kid?” Okay, he looks freaked out.
“Maybe. Only if you want to. I’m not even sure I’d want to. It’s just a question.”
He laughs like I’m being ridiculous. “I’m not opposed. Not . . .” He bites his bottom lip. “Not too soon though.”
I nod in total agreement. “Yeah. I’m more than happy to spoil Amber and maybe get some more barn cats.”
He grins. “Sounds like a plan. You sure you are okay with just a maybe?” He looks unsure again. And nope, that won’t do.
“I’m more than sure. I have Amber. And I have you.” I cup his cheek and kiss him softly. “Everything else would just be a happy bonus, but I don’t need it to be happy.”
“I feel the same way.”
“Good,” I say and peck his mouth really quick because I think I hear footsteps.
Yup. There’s the loud, frantic knock. “Daddy! Dakota!”
Dakota jumps right out of bed, but I know that’s not her I’m hurt cry. It’s her pay attention to me cry, and it’s not too urgent. “We’ll be right out, Amber,” I say, sauntering into the bathroom to clean up while Dakota still darts around the room frantically, trying to get dressed.
“Are you okay?” he asks her.
“I want to open up presents!” she shouts, and I chuckle, shaking my head as I look over at the clock.
It’s barely six in the morning. The kid never sleeps in.
And we did tell her last night that Santa was going to come early for her since she stayed at our house last night and will be at Shelly’s tonight on Christmas Eve.
“Oh,” Dakota says, finally calming down a little. I hand him a washcloth and kiss his sweet mouth softly before leaving him to clean up.
I grab a shirt and hand him one of his. Amber is still right outside the door, but I can tell she’s trying to keep her cool. When we’re both cleaned up and dressed, we head out to the living room where Santa left a bunch of presents for her.
Even a couple have her little sister’s name on them. I look over at Dakota and grin. Santa went a little nuts this year.
But I can’t deny I love his love for my kid.
It makes me insanely happy every day. Not just that he spoils her, but how much he cares.
That he reads to her, and we go on walks out here on his land together as a family.
That he invites Shelly, Randy, and Vanessa over here for dinner, and they return the invites.
That we still try to make trivia night, even though it’s well out of his comfort zone too.
But most of all, I love the nights we sit out on the big back deck, eating dinner, then swinging in the porch swing Oakley made and watching Amber play in the backyard on her swing set.
I love this life we’ve made together, and though it was kind of a fast transition—one I never saw coming—I know this is where we were supposed to end up.
That Shelly and I falling out of love—though it sucked—is okay. We’re okay.
Our daughter is okay.
Just like Shelly promised it would be.
Dakota and I have made one beautiful life here together.
And I count myself lucky every single day.
The End