Chapter Tumy
Five years later
“Major.” I groaned.
“Be quiet, baby, before you wake your kids,” he whispered against my pussy.
I leaned up on my elbows to look at him. He was talking about being quiet, like he wasn’t the one with his head between my legs, licking me senseless.
The pleasure that ran through me when he went back to licking me made me fall back onto the bed and close my eyes.
I gripped a handful of his hair and pushed my hips toward his mouth. I wasn’t sure how long we had before one of those kids came to bother us.
My lip damn near bled with how hard I had bitten down on it to keep my cries quiet. As soon as I released, Major swallowed another moan as he entered me.
Five years later, and this man still couldn’t get enough of me, and I felt the same way.
Major broke the kiss and looked down at me. “Cute ass.”
I never got tired of hearing him call me that. Most of the time, it was when he was deep inside of me.
My nails lightly scratched his back as he made love to me. “I love you, baby.”
“I love you, too.” I moaned as another orgasm went through me.
“You feel how gushy this pussy is?” Major sped up his movements, and I knew he was close to cumming. “That’s why you keep getting pregnant. If you weren’t already carrying my baby, I would put another one in you.”
A few days after Major proposed to me, we found out I was pregnant.
A year later, on Valentine’s Day, we got married at the same cabin we met in.
As part of a wedding gift, I gave him a Super Soaker and an original Game Boy since he never had one.
He gave me the Furby I always wanted. It wasn’t most people’s idea of wedding gifts, but it worked for us.
Our firstborn, Major Junior, who we called MJ, was almost five years old and was a true momma’s boy.
Two years later, we had a little girl named Tali, who was Major’s twin.
She acted just like him, too. He was such a girl dad, and I loved it.
I was six months pregnant with our third child, but we didn’t know what we were having.
We decided we wanted it to be a surprise.
Life for the last few years had been fulfilling. It was way more than I thought it would be when I met Major in that cabin.
When Major released, he rolled over onto his back next to me.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby,” Major said as he kissed my shoulder, then pulled me closer.
“Happy Valentine’s Day.”
That day in the cabin when Major told me he would give me a better outlook for Valentine’s Day, he didn’t lie.
Every year since, we spent a few days in the mountains.
The first two kids were conceived there; this third one just happened.
We weren’t necessarily planning on another one, but we weren’t opposed to it either.
“You want to get yourself together while I get breakfast started? You know the kids will be up soon,” Major said, then kissed the top of my head.
“Yes. That’s fine.”
Right before we got married, we bought a four-bedroom house, but if he kept getting me pregnant, we would need more space.
We took turns splitting the household chores, but I think I did a little more most of the time because I was home more.
Major never hesitated to help me when he thought I needed it, or he would force me to sit down when he thought I was doing too much.
I got out of bed and went into the ensuite in our bedroom. Since we had the kids with us, we had to rent a bigger cabin.
Major’s parents rented a cabin nearby, and they would take the kids with them for the night so Major and I could have some alone time.
We had a small village, but everyone chipped in to help us out.
Mariah and her husband had two kids. Their oldest son and MJ were best friends.
I prayed this baby was a girl, because Tali would be outnumbered if it weren’t.
She and Mariah’s youngest son played together, but they were little, so it didn’t matter.
I knew once they got older, that might change.
By the time I got out of the shower, I heard giggling in the kitchen. The smell of food made my stomach growl.
“I’m going to feed you soon,” I whispered to my stomach as I rubbed it. My baby was a little active because I needed to eat.
“Let me help you,” Major said as he entered the room. He took the cocoa butter tube from me.
I leaned my back against his chest as he rubbed the cocoa butter on my stomach.
“Mm.” I closed my eyes and basked in the feel of his hands.
“You are strong and brave for growing a human being. Every day I thank God for you and our babies.” He kissed the side of my head.
Every day, Major rubbed cocoa butter on my stomach, and he would speak affirmations and pray over our baby and me. He’d done it with the first two kids, so this one was no different.
Major never ceased to amaze me. This man went from damn near shooting me to being so gentle with our kids and me. He really was everything to me.
“How are you feeling?” Major asked as he placed the tube on the bedside table.
I turned around and faced him. I put my arms around his back. He looked down at me with so much love in his eyes that I felt overwhelmed.
“I feel blessed. I feel wonderful and hungry.”
Major chuckled, then kissed my forehead. “Let’s get you fed then.”
He helped me get dressed in a silk pajama set since we weren’t going anywhere until later in the evening.
For some reason, silk had been my favorite thing to wear during this pregnancy.
With MJ, I wouldn’t wear anything but T-shirts and sweatpants.
With Tali, I wore whatever I felt like wearing.
I guessed it was because I was used to it by the time I got pregnant with her.
“Mommy!” MJ jumped down off the stool and ran toward me.
I bent down to his level and wrapped my arms around his back.
“Good morning.” I kissed his cheek, then released him.
“Daddy said we had to wait for you to eat, but I’m hungry.” He rubbed his stomach, and I laughed.
MJ wore his hair in braids. He said he wanted locs like his dad, but we thought he should wait until he was older. I wanted him to fully make that decision. Not just want them because his dad had them.
Tali sat in a highchair near the counter. In front of her was some dry cereal to keep her occupied. That little girl liked to eat and would have a fit if we took too long.
I walked over to her and kissed her little fat cheeks. She squealed and pushed some cereal toward my mouth, so I ate a couple.
“Grandma said we can make cookies later,” MJ informed me as I sat down at the counter.
“She did? Make sure you save me some.”
“Okay.”
Major went to the stove and finished making the pancakes. The bacon was already made, and he had a couple of eggs boiling in the pot for Talia. MJ wasn’t a fan of eggs, so he would have bacon, pancakes, and fruit. Talia was the complete opposite; my girl loved eggs.
“Baby, do you want eggs?”
“Nope. I hope we have some strawberries, though. I really want some on top of my pancakes.”
Major turned around and smiled at me. “We sure do.” He winked, then went back to fixing the food.
A few minutes later, we all sat at the counter, eating our food.
Once we were done, Major and I got the kids together for his parents to pick them up.
Hours later, Major and I sat on the couch, watching movies.
“Marcel went by the house to check on Sparrow, and he was good.”
We still had Sparrow, and the kids loved him. He didn’t necessarily care for them, though. Most of the time, he would rub on their leg for a second, then go about his business. Most cats were like that, though.
“That’s good. We should have brought him with us.”
“No, we shouldn’t. I’m sure he was glad to have a break from your children.”
I giggled and punched Major in his arm. “Oh, they’re my kids when they act up.”
Major kissed the side of my head and chuckled. Our kids weren’t bad, but we allowed them to be kids, so of course, they did things sometimes that drove us crazy. Talia liked to grab Sparrow’s tail at times, and he would let her at least once. If she tried it twice, he would run away.
“Did I tell you I saw your brother?”
I turned to face Major. “No. When?”
I hadn’t seen my brother in years. We happened to run into him one day at the grocery store. He knew I was married, and at the time, we only had MJ. He spoke to MJ, and I thought maybe he would try to be in his nephew’s life, but I was wrong.
“A few days ago. He was the job I had to do.”
Major was still doing the HVAC thing. At one point, he thought about opening his own business, but he decided he wanted to keep regular hours since he wanted to be home at decent times to help me with the kids.
My business had expanded over the years, and I was able to hire staff to take care of the day-to-day operations.
I only went in to work a few times a month, and when I did, I took one or both kids.
I even created a body butter after Major called Its Major.
It was our top-selling men’s body butter.
We also developed body butters for children.
I named two of them after the kids, and the latest one that wasn’t out yet would be named after the third baby.
I wanted to create generational wealth for my kids and their children’s children, and that was what I was doing.
Each child would have a share in the company.
I still liked to take pictures, but most of the time, it was of the kids or Major. With each pregnancy, we took pictures of my stomach weekly so we could document the progress.
“Oh. Did y’all talk?”
“We did. He did ask about y’all, but that was it.”
It saddened me that my brother and I could never work out our differences. When we were kids, we were super close. He didn’t know how much he was missing out on not being in my children’s lives.
“Oh well.” I shrugged. I didn’t want to let on that it bothered me, but Major knew me well enough to know it did.
Major lifted my chin, forcing me to look up at him.
“Listen to me. I know it hurts you, but it’s his loss. You haven’t done anything wrong. You have family with us. Don’t let him get you down. You got that, Mrs. Nelson?”
“Yes, Mr. Nelson.”
“Good.” He kissed my lips. “Now that we are kid-free, what are we going to do?” He wiggled his eyebrows.
“I could think of a few things,” I said as I climbed onto his lap.
Major’s arms wrapped around my waist. He pressed his forehead against mine.
“I can’t thank the rental office enough for my cabin being double-booked. If it wasn’t, I would have never met you.”
“The best day of your life.” I giggled.
“Indeed, it was.” He kissed me, then stood from the couch. He carried me into the bedroom, and we celebrated Valentine’s Day the only way we knew how, and that was wrapped up in each other.
Fin