What We Deserve

Part 57: Spending Time Together

Rolling over on the carpet, I feel stiff from having slept on the floor all night.

Max is wrapped around my waist, his face pressed into the curve of my ribs and lower abdomen.

"Darling..." I quietly say as I try to move, but he is firmly stuck to me. "Babe."

"Mmm...five more minutes." He moans as presses a kiss to my side. He has nuzzled the shirt I'm wearing up quite a bit so his lips press to my smooth warmed skin. Staring up at the blanket fort above us, I feel childish having slept in here for no reason other than I miss my children.

Playing in Max's hair, I close my eyes and wish slumber could take me again, but I know today we get to pick up the babies from Alice and I'm too excited to see them.

"I feel you thinking up there...what are you worrying about now?" He moans against my waist and leaves a few more kisses. His beard tickles my side and I squirm a bit, but his arms don't allow me to move away from him.

"Not worrying about anything. Haha..." I giggle and he keeps at it.

"Yeah? Really?"

"Haha!! Yes! Stop! Haha, please..." He stops after a few more beard tickles and is now hovering over top of me in the fort he made. Touching his jaws, I look at his black and blue eyes and broken nose and I feel absolutely horrid. "My poor baby...."

"People are going to think you abuse me." He states and presses a kiss to me as his pelvis presses down into mine- showing me his want.

"I'm really sorry, Darling. I feel really terrible."

"It's not your fault."

"It quite literally is. I kicked you in the face."

"And I put ready whip in your kitty cat...I think we're even." Rolling my eyes, he kisses my neck as his one hand props him up while the other gently cups my breast.

"Still, people at work will ask you what happened."

"I say I drank a bit too much and tripped into the counters. Happens all the time. Tony from the laundry room did it two weeks ago. He showed me the video. It looked like it fucking hurt."

"I just don't want people thinking I did it on purpose."

"They won't know you did it. I did it. Got a little too legless and tripped over the kitchen sink mat."

"Great...sounds like a domestic violence cover up." I sigh and his lips find my once more.

"It'll be fine, Love. I promise." He kisses me a few more times and then sits up carefully so not to collapse the fort. "Should we take this down?"

"Nah...let's leave it for Lu and Zeppy. They'll love it." I state and he smiles at me.

"Your selective OCD is showing." He states and takes my hand- kissing the back of it.

"I just want to see their faces when they come in and find it. We never made a fort with them before." I state shyly and Max just kisses me tenderly.

"You're such a great mum. Our kids are the luckiest." When he says this, my cheeks heat up and I blush madly at his words. "What? Don't you think so? I'm a very lucky husband to have so much an amazing, beautiful, intellectual wife-who goes above and beyond for me and our children."

"Stop..." I blush harder and now his lips are on my neck and his gentle groping of my left breast becomes a gentle slide up and down my side- which tickles me terribly.

"Haha! Haha please...no tickling. HAHA NO TICKLING!!!" He tickles even more and stops once the doorbell is rung.

"Count yourself lucky we have a visitor, my love- or I would have been even more merciless with you." He pecks my lips and scurries out of the fort- being careful not to knock it over. Crawling out myself, I hear Max unlock the door and greet someone. As I come around the wall to the hallway, I find my Mum standing with Max and her suitcase.