Bonus Scene
DEAN
I knew something was up when I didn’t hear a single fucking thing. When you’re on a ranch as big as this one, there’s always something happening. Two small daughters that look exactly like their momma and have her personality to boot can only mean one thing. Trouble.
No chickens squawking, no goats yelling like they paid the rent. Not even the dogs are barking, and suspiciously, a few of Tully’s other animals aren’t greeting me. It’s still, too damn still, and almost makes my gut fill with worry.
“Alright,” I mutter to myself, “What did y’all do now?” I step off the porch, and that’s when I see it. The small barn we keep at the back of our property for Tully and the girls' animals, excuse me, pets, door is wide open. What I didn’t expect was the mess. Glitter. A whole fuckin’ lot of it.
I blink, wondering if I’m seeing shit, then do it again, and it’s all still there.
“Tallulah Alexandria Johnson,” I say her name when I see a whisp of brown hair with blonde mixed from the sun.
“Shh, it’s a surprise!” Christ, I'd better get the shop vac ready.
“That’s never good,” I reply, walking further into the barn only to stop again.
My girls have hay bales stacked into different areas, in what could only be described as stations of some sort.
A corner has a chalkboard propped up and in writing awfully similar to Tully’s says, Animal Spa Day (Mandatory).
The scrawl definitely has some help from our girls, Ruby and Hazy, short for Hazel.
Another area has a bucket labeled, Relaxation Mud and Emotional Support Oats.
And right smack dab in the middle of it all is Tully. Hair tied up, sleeves folded, and looking way too pleased with herself. Our two girls are wearing oversized aprons, holding brushes, and are currently attempting to give the smallest goat in existence some kind of luxury salon experience.
The goat looks none too pleased, betrayed by his owner, and wants nothing more than to bolt out of the barn.
“What is happening?” I say slowly.
“Helping mor..mor..morale!” My older, Ruby says.
“Chickens tired, daddy,” Hazy says in her little girl voice.
“Tired?” I turn my head to look at my wife.
“Well, they implied it,” Tully shrugs her shoulders.
“You mean they clucked?” My wife is a veterinarian; apparently, she also speaks the animal’s language now.
“Very emotionally.” She adds.
“Sunshine,” I pinch the bridge of my nose, that gets her attention.
“Yes?” Tully asks, way too innocently for someone clearly running a livestock retreat.
“You turned the barn into a spa.” It’s a good thing we decided to build a small one in the back of our property on the ranch. I’d never live this down, and getting the glitter cleaned out will take a decade at least.
“I enhanced it, think of it like redecorating, Johnson girl style.” Bessie, the mini-Shetland I gave Tully, makes a noise, undoubtedly agreeing with her owner. Traitors, the whole lot of them. One of the miniature cows makes a noise, almost agreeing with its owner.
“Detox,” Hazy says with a smile, hitting me right in the chest.
“From what?” As far as I know, the animals on this patch of land live free and easy; hell, they’re more pets than anything else. Even the chickens barely do their job of laying eggs these days.
“Hay trauma,” Ruby pipes in. I just stare at her, at Hazy, and at Tully.
“I don’t want to know, do I? You know what, don’t tell me, I’m too scared of the answer.” Tully walks over to me, brushing a splotch of glitter off her forearm, like she isn’t actively responsible for the shenanigans at hand.
“The girls wanted a spa day, animal style. Who am I to deny them?” Her hands go to my chest, lifting up, and she knows even though this will be a bitch to clean, I’ll do it right alongside her.
“And a spa is what they got,” I say with a chuckle.
“It’s healing and teaching our girls to care for our pets.” See, not animals, pets. A chicken flaps past my head, noticing there’s a tiny towel cape style on it. I duck my head in order to avoid getting whacked. “That one is on vacation.”
“From what?” I shake my head.
“Responsibility, obviously.” A goat headbutts a bucket labeled inner peace. I can’t hold it in any longer. Laughter bubbles up, taking hold, and it gets Tully, Ruby, and Hazy going right along with me.
“Sunshine,” I get a hold of myself, the girls are lying on their backs, legs kicking back and forth, still chuckling away.
“Yes, sir,” Tully drops her tone down an octave, my dick twitches, and the look on her face tells me she knows exactly what she’s doing.
“Oh, you’ll be saying that, and more. A whole helluva lot tonight.” Tully’s green eyes turn a shade darker.
“I sure as hell hope so,” I drop a kiss to her nose, the one part of her body that isn’t covered in glitter, mud, or whatever else they have going on.
“Come on, let’s take care of the rest of the troops, get them fed, in bed, and then I can take care of you.
” Tully arches her back, pressing her tits against my chest, and making my cock hard as fuck.
My wife knows exactly what she’s doing; she also knows shit like this, doesn’t upset me in the least. It could be worse; I could be miserable and alone, a thought I never want to think about.
I’ve got my girls, and I’ve got them right where I want them.