Hey everyone! First commission of 2022!! Sorry it took so long I've been super busy the last few days!
Enjoy!
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It's late when you finally make your way into the house. The lights are all out, save for the one over the stove, a small light in the hallway leading to the stairs and one in the hallway leading to your bedroom, casting the house in shades of low amber peaking between the gaps of darkness. You smile tiredly as you drop your bag by the door. No matter how late you came home, the path to food and your bed was always lit up by your wife.
You step out of your shoes, carefully putting them away as you glance into the kitchen to catch sight of a plate wrapped in foil resting in an oven set to keep it warm. You make your way to it, pulling it out with a fork. You unwrap it to reveal chicken and rice, topped with some mixed vegetables. It's a decent portion, a little smaller than what you normally eat. You're grateful because you and your wife know you don't have the stomach for a lot of food when you come home from traveling. You take your time to eat, washing your dish before grabbing a bottled water to wash it all down. You breathe in a long breath, releasing it in a satisfied but still tired sigh.
Taking the stairs two at a time, you make your way to your bedroom, stopping to peek in on your sleeping children. Your son is sleeping wildly as usual, almost half hanging off the bed. His mouth is open and a light snore leaves his lips. You chuckle and lift him back into the bed, knowing he was sleeping hard enough he wouldn't wake. He was growing up before your eyes, about to start peewee football and basketball soon after at his insistence. It felt like just yesterday he was born, screaming like the world was ending, healthy but loud as can be...
Your daughter is a much more dainty sleeper, curled up in a ball with her teddy bear and a thumb in her mouth. She was your youngest and had struggled the hardest with no longer sleeping in your bed after her 3rd birthday. You were grateful she was sleeping through the night now. It'd been a struggle getting her to stay in her room. She'd cried for hours the first few nights, distraught that you or your wife hadn't come and rescued her from her Princess bed, and allowed her back into yours. By the next week she was sneaking into her brother's room as an alternative. Now, almost a year later, she was finally sleeping on her own.
You carefully close the door and make your way across the house to your own little sectioned off portion of the house, where your bedroom was kept far enough from the kids for privacy.
You glance around the room as you enter, spotting dark hair spilling out from under the covers and you see the shape under the covers that made up your sleeping wife. You smile, and quietly head to the bathroom to have a quick shower. You are as quick and quiet as possible, and you don't bother to get dressed in more than your sports bra and some shorts. You would prefer to sleep naked but you know your kids will be up bright and early to greet you in the morning after being gone for weeks. Still, there was just enough time for a little reunion of your own before that...
Dark eyes open slowly, immediately after you set to work on your strategy for waking up the beautiful woman hiding under the mountain of blankets she insisted on. You pull at her shorts, and as she wakes up, she wiggles sleepily to assist you. You grin.
"Baby-?"
Her question is more of a gasp, and you settle easily between her legs, still well hidden by the blankets. As your tongue finds its mark, you're not at all surprised to taste that she's already getting wet. You wonder if she was already dreaming about you or if you just have that much of an affect on her that easily.
"Y/N," her moans are slowly filling the air, as you lazily lick around her clit.
You still hadn't spoken a word or properly seen her yet, but it didn't matter. Her body was telling you all you needed to know. Her cries were music to your ears. You lick and suck at her favorite spots until her body unravels beneath you, sleepy but pleasure filled cries echoing in the thankfully soundproof room. You don't stop until you feel her tugging at your hair, forcing you up and away from her. You sigh, still tasting her on your lips. She's always so delicious. Always so wet and ready. Yours for the taking every time.
Finally you emerge from the blankets, lifting your eyes to meet hers.
"It's good to be home," you offer her a cheeky grin, leaning down to kiss her lips.
She huffs out a tired laugh, regaining her breath as she pulls you fully down on top of her and wraps her arms around your neck.
"I'm glad you're home," She agrees, returning your kiss, "mmm and you always know the best way to wake me up without me beating you up."
You laugh, pressing another kiss to her lips, "I missed you so much I couldn't help myself."
"Does it sound like I'm complaining," she teased, brushing hair from your face, "... welcome home, baby."
You stare into her sleepy but happy eyes and you bump your nose with hers, before pulling back a little, "Turn over."
"What?"
The confusion in her eyes makes you smirk.
"On your stomach Miss Harris," you tug at her waist.
She gives you a playful glare, "that's Mrs Y/L/N to you."
"Right, of course," you agree, "on your stomach Mrs. Y/L/N."
She watches you suspiciously, but she turns over as you give her room. In the process she kicks off her shorts fully, and you follow her lead, straddling just under her firm, round ass. She gasps when you reach down and smack it, just hard enough for it to sting a little. Adjusting your position, you spread her legs to get a better angle and she gaps when you slide into her. You close your eyes at how tight she is, jaw clenched at the familiar sensation.
"Baby," her moan is muffled by the pillows but you pull out and slam back in to earn another.
Her ass jiggles just enough with every slap of your hips against hers, and she's arched just perfectly for you to easily find her spot. Her freshly manicured nails grip the sheets and you wonder if the grip is tight enough to break one. A problem for later.
"Yes... yes," she whines out between thrusts, her words jerky and broken between the impact of your thrusting, "fuck me, Daddy. Oh my god."
She almost sounds like she doesn't believe what's happening, as she pushes back into you, belly flat against the bed with her ass in the air. She's clenching so tightly you know you're not gonna last as long as you'd like, but regardless you will enjoy every second of it.
"Did you miss me?"
She whimpers, nodding rapidly as she starts clenching harder, "yes! So much...so much."
"I missed you too Princess," you tell her, leaning down to kiss her shoulder.
A shiver runs up her spine at the nickname, and she reaches back, desperately reaching for any part of you as you start to pound her out.
"Please. I'm so close baby, I need you," her words are punctuated by your every thrust, and you adjust your grip on the bed for better leverage, giving her exactly what she wants.
She cums with a cry of your name, and you follow shortly behind, clenched firmly inside of her as she buries her face in the pillows to hide her screams. You gently thrust her through the aftershocks, kissing along her back as she struggles to catch her breath. When she finally settles, you pull out and fall to her side, pulling her into your chest.
"I tried to stay up," she admits, cuddling into you, "I wanted to be awake when you got home but the kids have been running me ragged all day..."
"It's ok," you kiss the top of her head, "you can go back to sleep."
"No," she looks up at you, her lips pulled into a nervous smile, "I... actually wanted to talk to you."
"What's wrong? It can't wait until the morning," you tilt your head, more curious than anything.
"Well," she grabs your hand to play with your fingers, a nervous habit of hers, "you know I had to take Cameron for his checkup today for football next week."
"Is he ok," now you're worried, sitting up.
"Yes, he's perfect. But I wasn't feeling the best and the doctor noticed so she offered to see if my doctor was available for a check in. My appointment isn't until next month but he actually had someone cancel so he saw me today instead."
"You're not making me anymore worried, Ciara..."
"I'm fine. We're fine..."
You relax, sitting back against the headboard. She's fine. Thank God. Ever since she'd injured herself on tour last year you were paranoid about her health. She was good about taking care of herself but sometimes she could get really busy and she could forget how important it was to worry about herself as well as everything else.
"Good," you pull her into your arms, "I love you."
"I love you more, babe," she wraps her arms around your neck.
"Is that what you wanted to talk about," now you're a little confused...
"Well, yes technically," she was smiling like she knew something you didn't.
"Spit it out, wild woman," you poke her side, causing her to laugh.
"Well, remember our anniversary?"
Your mind flashed back to 4 days of pure Bliss. No kids, no phones, no clothes. You smirk at the memory. You'd taken some time off just before you left for work to spend your anniversary with Ciara, knowing you'd be away from home for 5 weeks right after.
"How could I forget..."
"You made a smart ass comment on the last day," she plays with the back of your neck, twisting the hair there gently, "well...you were right..."
You frown in confusion, "what? Baby I said a lot during those 4 days..."
"If I remember correctly," she put her finger on her chin like she was thinking, "your exact words were "if you're not pregnant after that, I must be shooting blanks" ring any bells?"
Yes. Plenty of bells...but that means...
She sees you come to the right conclusion and she grins, nodding as your mouth opens in surprise.
"Yes," she kisses you, "I'm 5 weeks, a few days short of 6..."
"A baby?"
You feel tears sting your eyes. You were having another baby. She laughs with you, her own eyes full of tears.
"A baby. You never miss, do you" she asks, bumping her nose with yours.
"Not when I'm doing it on purpose," you agree, laughing with her, "we're having another baby!"
She pulls you close, "I hope it's a girl..."
"I don't care as long as you're both happy and healthy," you put your hand on her stomach.
"I love you," she sighs, putting her hands on top of yours.
"I love you more," you kiss her softly.
"...now can we lay down? I'm exhausted," she pouts a little.
You grin, settling back into a laying position. She cuddles into you and after exchanging goodnights, you fall asleep with her wrapped in your arms....with them wrapped in your arms.
A baby...
You smile even deep in sleep, your heart feeling light at the thought that she's carrying your baby. You'd never wanted a big family until her, but it was all so worth it. Nothing meant more to you than them.