3 YEARS LATER
Life never goes exactly as you planned... and I couldn't be more grateful.
I slowly blink my eyes awake, taking in the dimly lit room.
The first thing I notice is the time. I stopped needing an alarm clock once my daughter Mila Kay was born, but I set one up for this morning. Why?
The second thing I notice is my ring. It shines in the dimly lit room looking at home on my finger since the moment Deacon placed it there. I turn my head, looking down at my husband who sleeps peacefully on his back, his face tilted towards the ceiling. He's shirtless while the rest of his body is covered by the gray satin sheets.
I can't help but take in his expansive chest, abs and delicious V that disappears under the covers. Between his strong jaw that I've licked a million times and lips that are soft and powerful, I'm convinced there is no other man on this earth that's sexier than my husband.
It's no wonder our daughter is celebrating her second birthday today and our son will arrive in eight months.
I suddenly remember why I set the alarm. I quietly slip out of bed and wander over to the bathroom to freshen up, doing a quick swipe of my teeth with my brush and brushing my hair until it doesn't look like a birds nest. When I'm done, I poke my head out to see Deacon is still sleeping and I tiptoe back into bed, leaning over enough to sprinkle kisses down his chest.
I can feel him harden through his boxers as he stirs awake, his eyes opening and I'm rewarded with a sexy smile.
"Don't stop." He tells me, his voice even huskier than normal and heat pools between my legs.
"Wasn't planning on it." I remove the covers, seeing his erection straining against the material of his boxers. "Looks like someone is ready for me already."
"It's hard not to be when you kiss me like that." Deacon says, causing me to giggle.
I pull his boxers down until his long, hard, cock spills out and I swear I can taste drool in my mouth at the anticipation of feeling and tasting him.
I run my nails over his chest and down his thigh and smirk when he jumps a little at my touch. He's wired just as much as I am.
"As much as I enjoy you teasing me, we don't know how much time we have before the little ones come bursting in here and I need to be inside you now." Deacon tell me, his voice sounds strain.
"What exactly do we have time for than Sargent?" I bite down on my lower lip at the flare in his eyes. He likes it when I use his title.
In a flash I'm on my stomach with Deacon on his knees behind me. With my face planted in our pillows and my ass up in the air, Deacon uses his knees to spread my legs apart and one hand presses down on my spine as he centers himself to enter me.
I love it when he's like this. All powerful and commanding. Taking without asking. He's all man and all mine.
Without warning, he slams into me and my back arches in response as he goes in deeper until I can feel him everywhere.
"Oh God," I cry out as he pulls out only to slam into me again. He picks up his pace, slamming into me harder and I have bite down on my pillow and scrunch the sheets between my fingers so I don't scream and wake up the kids. I lift my head high enough to look back at Deacon who is lost in his own world, he's biting his lip in concentration or maybe it's to hold back his moans, and his eyes are wild. Somewhere in there I see my Deacon and he lowers his head to give me a hard kiss on the lips just as I slam back, meeting his thrust. He growls, losing control and fucks me so hard I don't think I'm gonna be able to sit down after this.
I come, biting down on the pillow once again to muffle my screams. Deacon is not far behind, releasing himself while still buried inside me before he falls over and I giggle.
"Good morning,"
Deacon let's out a chuckle, still trying to catch his breath. "Good morning." He pulls out and immediately I collapse on my stomach, my legs feeling like jelly and instantly giving out.
Deacon pulls me on top of him before kissing the top of my head.
"We were supposed to make love." I playfully frown.
"Isn't that what we just did?"
"No."
"Then what would you call it?" Deacon traces an imaginary line up and down my arm.
"You fucking my brains out."
Deacon's body shakes with laughter and I grin as I look up at him. "So you're saying you didn't like it?"
"I'm saying I set an alarm for a reason."
He looks at me with a challenging glint in his eyes. "Round two?"
"Round two." I confirm before Deacon pulls the cover over us and drops his head between my thighs.
***
"Mom! Dad! You made it!" I smile brightly as I open the door for my parents to enter.
"Of course we did. We wouldn't miss our grandbaby's birthday party." My dad answered, placing a kiss on my cheek. "Where's the birthday girl?"
"Trying to sucker her father into opening her presents now." I say. "They're in the backyard." I motion for them to go on on ahead. The team, my grandparents and few of Mila's closest friends from preschool are already here to celebrate Mila's 'OH TWO-DOLES' Minnie Mouse birthday. My parents were the last to arrive.
I trail along side of them, my mother slinging an arm over my shoulder while my dad carries the large pink wrapped birthday present in his hands.
The party is in full swing just how I left it. The backyard is beautifully decorated in Minnie Mouse theme decoration with all of our family and friends together having a good time.
Luca is by the pool holding up his phone trying to convince Street to take a selfie with him. To my right I see Chris and Mila inside the bounce house jumping up and down and Tan is with Deacon at the grill flipping burgers.
"Everything looks amazing baby girl." My dad tells me. "What's going on guys?" He looks at Deacon and Tan.
"Don't hate us too much when you open it." My mom says as she hands me the gift to place with the others.
Oh Lord. It was huge.
"We appreciate all the gifts you give the girls." Deacon says.
"Where's my grand baby?" My dad wonders, a huge smile already on his face as he scans the backyard.
"Bounce house." I answer.
"Excuse me." He excuses himself and my mom gives Deacon and I an apologetic smile.
"I'll make sure he doesn't hog her the whole time." She tells us before going after my dad.
"I don't know whose going to fall asleep first- me or Mila." I say out loud. "I'm so tired."
"I wonder why." He smirks at me with the silent question if I can still feel him inside him.
Yes. Yes I can.
"Oh I bet you do." I playfully smack him on his chest and Deacon grabs my hand to pull me close before placing a sweet kiss to my lips.
Wow. I'm twenty-three, married to my dad's best friend, a step mom and a first time mom with Mila's arrival and I couldn't be happier.
"Everyone! We gotta go!" My father's voice booms over the house, cutting off the exciting chatter and laughter. Standing in the center of the backyard wasn't my dad and Mila's grandpa anymore, it was Sargent Harrelson. I saw the switch my whole life but it still amazes me how he can go from playful father to no nonsense SWAT officer.
I watch as he kneels to Mila's height and takes her tiny hands into his hands. "Pop-Pop gotta go catch the bad guys now princess. I love you." He brings her into his arms and squeezes her tightly before letting her go and directs her to my mother who he kisses briefly on the lips. "20 squad let's move!" He orders before racing out the backyard. Tan, Chris, Street and Luca all jump into action after him.
"Great party Mya. Sorry we gotta run." Chris says in passing.
"Save me some Cake will ya?" Street manages to flash those damn dimples at me and I can't help but smile.
"There's a big ole slice with your name on it already."
His dimples appear even deeper this time and he looks at my husband. "If things don't work out between you and grandpa over here, you know where to find me." He teases.
Deacon instantly playfully pushes Street away from me. "Ha. Ha. Okay. Sorry to disappoint you but she's not going anywhere."
"Oh, I'm not?" I raise a brow, challengingly.
"No. You're not." He tells me sternly and heat pools between my legs at his tone and piercing gaze.
"Good. Because I never plan to." I reassure him.
"Yo, Deac. We gotta go." Luca says. "Great party Mya. Sorry we can't stick around." Luca kisses my cheek before jogging out of the house behind the rest of the team.
"Eh. This is what I get for throwing a party when you're on call." I shrug. I knew it was a possibility they would have to leave in the midst of it all, but I was anal if anything about celebrating birthdays on the actual day.
None of that day before or weekend after stuff.
But still, it does suck that the most important people in Mila's life all just ran out the door. It's not like they didn't want to be there, they were going to go save lives, so the mama bear in me couldn't be upset.
Without having to ask, my mom brings Mila over to us and immediately she holds out her arms for Deacon to hold her. Lilah and Victoria all crowd around us.
"Daddy's gotta go save lives." He says. It's the same thing he always tell them. "Girls. I love you all so much." He lowers his head to kiss each of his daughters beginning with Lilah and ending with Mila.
"Watch my husband's six and make sure you come home to my daughter and beautiful grand babies." Nichelle orders Deacon.
"I'll do my best." He never promises. It's the one thing he can never promise me.
"Sargent?" I call out, wrapping my arms around his neck as he turns to give me his full attention.
"Yeah?" He places his hands on my waist and grips my hips.
"Promise me you won't do anything that makes your heart stop beating."
He brings one hand to my chin, and using two fingers he tilts my head towards him and leans in. "Only when we kiss Mya Kay. Only when we kiss."
The End
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