Watching Mitch and our four-year-old Kathy fish in the lake from the 25-foot floor-to-ceiling glass window of our house made me smile. I cooked Kathy's favorite lasagna, made some salad and lemonade, and put them in a basket. I walked towards them with their backs to me. They are both silent. As a child, our daughter was always curious yet timid. She is so Mitch, even in her mannerisms and the way she smiles.
I remembered the day she was born; his father promised me not to make me go through those painful moments again. He took good care of Kathy; I saw him sleeping in the rocking chair with Kathy in her arms many times. He woke up at night when he heard her cries; he even woke up early to cook for me.
He was so gentle with us, but I saw how he was fierce when he trained the recruits. Zach, Shimi, and the rest of the members of Primestone admired his impeccable discipline. I never imagined I would find heaven through him.
He was tired from training, but he finds time to help me with the chores. He is my partner, my love, my best friend, my lover, and my husband. Our journey together was not smooth; we had disagreements, but he always made sure we talked about them before the night was over. We often ended up having more pleasant moments together in bed.
I cleared my throat. Kathy turned to me and motioned for me to keep silent. I rolled my eyes and sat near Mitch. "Do you think one more fishing buddy will be okay?" I whispered at him. He frowned and looked at me. I smiled widely, and when he realized what I meant by it, he hugged and lifted me. He laughed and twirled me in the air. "Thank you, sweetheart," he said before kissing me.
"Mom! Dad! "Please, be quiet!" she said without looking at us. We kissed each other silently, and we stopped when we heard "yaikkks" from our daughter. "How about a brother or sister, sweetie?" Mitch looked excitedly at her. Her eyes went wide. "really? I want a boy," she said, grinning. "What if she was a girl?" I asked her. She shrugged. "It's ok, we will play dolls, and dad can teach her fishing too," she said happily and hugged me.
"Lasagna time," I announced to them, and they both secured their fishing gear and walked towards me. I served them food and watched them eat. I never imagined my life would be like this—almost perfect. Mitch's coming into my life is like a fire in a very cold winter. He is perfect; he pampered me with his care and thoughtfulness.
He caught me watching him with wistful eyes. He winked at me and took my hand. He kissed it and held it while she ate with his daughter. I leaned my head on his shoulder and put my arms around his waist. He kissed my hair. "I love you so much, sweetheart," he whispered. "I love you too, hon; thank you for taking good care of us," I said with tears of joy. I guess my hormones are active right now.
He let me live to the fullest; we traveled a lot these days. He was also in charge of recruitment in Asia. With the baby coming, I want to stay here in our sanctuary and serve them. We chose homeschooling for Kathy because we want to instill the values we adhere to in her. Though we hired a tutor for her, we devote our time to teaching her. Mitch used his skills in training to instill discipline in her daughter, which, to our surprise, she diligently obeyed.
He taught and encouraged me to say what I wanted in bed. He showed me how he loved me with consistency. He surprised us many times, and he was always humble. I sometimes surprised him with my moves in bed, as Tiffy taught me. His laughter was like music to my ears, especially for someone like him who was always reserved.
We were having dinner one time when she announced, "I want to be like you and grandpa Paul, Dad; I want to be an officer someday." Mitch looked at me; he was surprised too. "Why?" he asked. Kathy thinks first, "Well, I like to train people like you do; they follow you all the time. I want people to follow me without complaining. My cousins and friends always complain when I order them," she said.
Mitch smiled at her. "I dreamed of a beautiful daughter, and your mom gave me a very beautiful daughter. Now that I have a very beautiful daughter, I want to see her on TV," he said. "Like an actress?" she asked. Mitch nodded. "Yes, like an actress, people will follow you; they even follow all your moves. Millions of people will follow you, unlike in the army, where you only have hundreds," he explained. Kathy thinks deeply; she is like her father when she thinks of something. "Ok, I will think about it; if I like hundreds or millions of followers, I don't know if I can handle millions; I never counted millions," she said, smiling.
I kissed her hair and said, "In the meantime, you should study first, ok?" I said that and gave her fruit salad. "If you want people to follow you, you can be a chef like me; people follow me because I cook delicious food," I said. "I love cooking too," she said eagerly. We all laughed.
Mitch was washing the dishes when I hugged him from behind. "My hormones love your smell, honey," I said, inhaling his scent. He laughed, "What else? I will gladly attend to your hormone needs," he said while he continued to wash the dishes. I whispered at him, "My hormones wanted to see you naked," I said, and I blew his ear. I shrieked when he suddenly lifted me and carried me to our bedroom. I love this life of mine, and we have our lifetime to savor every moment of my great life.
He carried me to our bedroom, and without another word, Mitch turned with me, pressing me flat upon the bed as he rose up on an elbow beside me. He gently caressed my breasts, noticing again how much firmer they had become since my pregnancy. His hand moved downward to examine her still flat stomach, but felt the pulsing from inside, affirming once more that it was true, that I was going to bear him a another child. He needed no further proof, but the sudden hard knot that formed beneath his palm made them both laugh. He slipped farther down into the bed and pressed the side of his face close against my stomach to listen.
"He's so small, you can't feel him." I giggled and moved my husband's hand over my chest. "Do you feel this?"
"Yes, I do," he replied, chuckling as he pressed his lips above my breast. "You want a boy this time, sweetheart?"
"Yes, I want to have a son who looks like you," I said.
He lifted my silk nightdress and kissed my stomach. "Daddy's first kiss." When he lifted his head and looked at me, his love for us emitted from his dark eyes. I pulled him to me and kissed him. One kiss led to another, and soon his tongue and mouth were tracing upward over my body until he blended with mine in an erotic exchange that left us both heady with desire. Quickening fires were lit beneath provocative caresses and titillating kisses until Mitch rolled, pulling me on top of him. I caught my breath at the sensations aroused within me as he settled me over the hardened shaft and directed my hips in a long, languid caress of his loins. His mouth greedily claimed a soft peak, and the fires of passion leapt higher still, sweeping away my restraints. Slipping my forearms beneath my heavy tresses, I lifted the red length above my head, capturing his gaze. My lips curled in a sensual smile as she looked into his lustful eyes and moved my hips in a slow, undulating motion, much like a dancer before a sultan.
The hotly pulsing flame within me quickened my blood until my movements became more concentrated and increasingly forceful, igniting their fervor. His hands seized my breasts as he rose up beneath me, and soon our passions were soaring out of control, driving them onward until their harsh gasps were finally muted and became soft, blissful sighs of contentment.
Replete and well loved, we both lay in bed naked. "We'll have to become a little more creative when you grow too round to mount, sweetheart." Happy laughter spilled from my lips. "With your proclivity, my lecherous husband, I don't think I'll have much time between the birth of one and the conception of another."
"Definitely a possibility, sweetheart, but then, I can afford as many as our love may bear. The birth of our darling Kathy traumatized me. I don't want to see you in pain again."
"I want a huge family, hon; I am stronger than you think." I said.
He chuckled, "I need to work double time then," he said, and he kissed me again with all the love he felt for me.