All I’ve been able to think about for the last two days is The House. As soon as Eric and I first drove up to it I knew it should be ours. We put in a bid that night. We went in high, toward the top of our budget, leaving a little wiggle room in case we need to get into a bidding war. I will fight for that house. It’s mine.
Eric and I only watch HGTV right now and we’ve learned a few tricks. I decided to write a letter to the homeowners. I let them know we’re a small blended family, hoping to grow soon. I let them know about that feeling I got when we drove up and that I knew we were meant to raise our family in the house. Our realtor explained that the owners are an older couple that are empty nesters. They bought an RV and they’re looking forward to traveling around the United States. I only hope Eric and I are that cute when the kids are out of the house.
I’m just getting home from work; Joey is walking into the house right behind me, talking a mile a minute. When we get in the house Eric is already home getting dinner ready. This is one of the few evenings he’s home before me.
“Honey, we’re home,” I call just before I walk into the kitchen. Joey took off to her room as soon as we got in the house. When I come around the corner I smile when I see him in a pair of basketball shorts and a t-shirt. I love him no matter what, but he looks extra yummy in his comfy clothes. “Have you heard from your realtor?” We’re going with the same realtor that sold Eric’s house for him.
“Yeah, I got a call. There are four other offers on the house,” Eric tells me.
“Ouch. Do you know if we even place, or if everyone has outbid us? We can go in higher,” I remind him.
“Selah didn’t say anything about our offer being rejected so I assume we’re still in the running.”
“That’s good,” I smile and breathe a little. If I have to go take out the other contenders in their sleep, I will. That house is mine. “What are you making? Do you need any help?” I fire off as I turn so Eric can unzip my dress so I can go change out of my work clothes.
“I’m making the Lafayette’s mac ‘n cheese,” he says and kisses my shoulder. “Extra bacon.”
“You sure do know how to charm a girl,” I grin.
I take a moment to go into the room and change into something more comfortable. When I rejoin Eric I’m in a pair of jeans and a long sleeved V-neck t-shirt. Eric likes the cleavage.
“How was work?” he asks.
“Alright. I didn’t get much done, I’ve been too distracted. I haven’t been able to think about anything but the house since we looked at it.” I guess I know where Joey gets her one track mind from. “Why are you home so early?”
“Godric decided to send his team home after lunch today,” he shrugs. “I think it’s payback for all those late nights recently.”
“Good. I like coming home to you.” I pull him away from what he’s doing to give him a good, hard kiss. “I would offer more, but the little one is awake.”
“Later,” he says.
“Promise?” I smile and nibble on his chin. We’re going to embarrass our kids when they get older. It’s going to be fun.
“Guaranteed,” he winks.
“You’re a kind man, Mr. Northman,” I remind him again and go to wash my hands. “Put me to work, what can I do?”
“Nothing that won’t traumatize Jo for life if she walks in here,” he smirks.
I laugh and say, “Well, you know Mrs. Fortenberry hasn’t seen her in a while.”
Eric lifts an eyebrow. “Feeling… frisky?”
“Mmhmm, there’s just something about you when you wear those shorts.” They hang off of his ass nicely and at the right angle I can see the outline of his cock.
“Is that right?” Eric smiles at me.
“Yep,” I say and wrap my arms around him. I press my chest against his and run my hands down his back to grab his ass.
“Careful,” he growls and nips at my jaw.
“Maybe I don’t want to be careful,” I whisper, but I know I need to stop. However, it wouldn’t be the first quickie we’ve had while the kids are awake.
“Keep it up and you’ll end up in your bathroom with the door locked.”
“That’s not exactly a threat, Eric,” I tell him, but I back off. Jo really could come running in at any moment and heaven forbid I’m touching her ‘Daddy’ with both hands.
“Oh yes it is. You have no idea what I might do to you in that bathroom.”
“Now I want to find out,” I wink and move to hop onto the counter.
Eric stands between my knees and leans down to whisper, “It involves you bent over the sink with my fingers in your pussy.”
I wrap my arms around his neck to keep him close. I start to nibble his jaw from his chin to his ear and whisper back, “Interesting, that’s my favorite place to have your fingers… so…”
“That’s only part of it,” he says. “But like you said… we have a little one awake and you get loud.”
I shiver and turn my head to capture his lips. We’re softly kissing when I feel Eric being pushed away from me.
“Daddy, I’m home,” Joey tells him. We’ve been home for fifteen minutes and now she wants to say hi.
“Baby, an excuse me would have worked. Pushing Eric is rude,” I inform her.
She looks up and me and then looks back at Eric.
“Excuse me, Daddy, I’m home,” she says politely. She’s a work in progress.
“Yes you are,” he says. Eric holds out his hands so she can climb up his legs to get her hug.
“What are you going to do when you’re too big to do that?” I ask, knowing that by the time she gets that big she’ll be hitting her pre-teens and she’s likely going to start hating Eric and me right around then. Sam is a little guy, and giants don’t exactly grow on my side so Jo is little smaller than kids her age.
“I don’t know,” she shrugs from his arms.
“Well by then I think we’ll only be giving each other handshakes,” Eric says.
“You’ll be lucky to get that much,” I smirk. If she’s anything like me she’s going to start hiding out in her room in a few years, never to be seen. We will however catch her on the phone. I’m not letting her have a cell phone until she can pay for it herself.
“No way. My little angel would never ignore me,” Eric insists. He looks at Jo and asks, “You wouldn’t ignore me, would you?”
“Never!” she yells. I just shake my head.
“I think Mommy’s jealous. You better give her a hug,” Eric tells her.
He holds her out to me and I take her. She wraps her arms and legs around me like the spider monkey she is and settles her head on my shoulder.
“Thank you, baby,” I say kissing her head. She doesn’t move.
“Guess what we’re having for dinner,” Eric says while he goes to the oven to turn on the light so Joey can see what’s cooking in there.
“Bacon and cheese!” She will forever be my child.
“Yep,” Eric smiles. “It’s almost ready. Do you want milk, water or apple juice with dinner?”
“You got it, boss,” Eric salutes her. Ah ha. So that’s where she got it.
“Honey, go wash up for dinner,” I say and Eric helps put her on the ground before she goes running off. Once she’s out the room I ask Eric, “When all this is done with, are we changing her last name?” It’s the one thing we haven’t really talked about. I have a feeling the answer is yes, but I want to make sure we’re on the same page.
“I think we should let Jo decide since it’s her name. I’m okay either way,” he answers.
I arch an eyebrow and say, “Seriously, Eric? What do you think she’s going to want?”
“I’m pretty sure she’ll want to change her name. If she does, I’m fine with it. You’re the one with the ultimate decision here, Toots,” he says and kisses the tip of my nose before he helps me off the counter.
“Well, I’m changing mine, so it would only make sense to change hers. She’s legally going to be yours, Eric,” I say with a little too much emotion.
“I know,” he smiles. “I’d still like to leave it her decision if you’re okay with that.”
“Of course I’m okay with that. It’s always been her choice,” I remind him and reach out for him to come to me again. “It’s your choice too, though.”
Eric gives me a hug and says, “You know I’m okay with whatever makes her happy. Minus pole dancing…”
I giggle and kiss his chin. “I love you, Eric,” I whisper.
“I love you too, Toots.” He kisses my forehead.
“You know if you keep up this sweet guy routine, I might actually send her to Mrs. F for the night,” I purr. I really want him for some reason.
“It’ll be bedtime soon enough,” he says and gives my ass a little slap. “You better wash up too.”
“I’ll be back,” I giggle and he backs up so I can hop off the counter. If I don’t walk away now we’re going to traumatize Jo.
Eric suggested we go for a walk after dinner. It’s a nice evening and I want to go by and see the house anyway. It’s only a few blocks away from our current house, which is nice. I don’t want to tell Joey about the house so she doesn’t get excited only to be disappointed if we don’t get it.
We’re walking down 43rd, approaching the house. I have my hand in Eric’s and Joey is on his shoulders. She’s a little too big for that, but she insisted, and Eric gives her whatever she wants. Just as we approach the house an elderly couple comes out into the front yard. The woman has fiery red hair, which is clearly a dye job, and the man looks like an old military man. He has a buzz cut and clean shaved.
“Eric!” I whisper-yell and tug his arm.
“Do you think that’s the owners?” I ask, pointing to the couple.
His eyes travel over to the yard and he says, “Could be.”
“We have to go talk to them,” I insist. I tug his arm and then push him in their direction before saying, “Go say hi.”
“Bossy,” he smirks at me, but goes in the direction I push him.
I don’t want to look like a weirdo so I follow behind him. I’m so nervous; these people could be the ones to decide if I get my dream home.
“Excuse me,” Eric says politely to the couple. “We just wanted to tell you what a lovely home you have.”
The woman smiles at her husband and says, “Thank you, young man. That’s very nice of you.”
“Your hair is red,” Jo blurts out. Ah the wonder of a five-year-old with no brain to mouth filter.
Work. In. Progress.
Luckily the old man chuckles.
“That she does, little missy,” he says. “Like a bomb went off.”
“Oh Terry, hush,” the woman smiles at him.
I reach out my hand and say, “Hi, I’m Sookie, this is Eric, and our little observer up there is Joey.”
Terry takes my hand and gives me a firm shake before moving on to shake Eric’s hand.
“Nice to meet you folks,” Terry says. He looks to the woman and says, “Reminds me of Lisa when she was a little thing.”
“Sure does,” the woman agrees. “I’m Arlene Bellefleur and this is my husband, Terry.”
“Nice to meet you,” Eric says.
“Eric and I were house hunting the other day and we fell head over heels in love with your house,” I tell them. I don’t know if it’s proper etiquette, but the squeaky mouse gets the cheese.
“Oh how nice,” Arlene smiles broadly. “It’s been in Terry’s family since it was built back in 1935.”
“It’s just gorgeous. Exactly the type of place we want to raise our little munchkins,” I smile back. “We put in an offer, but…” I trail off, not really sure if I should be saying this.
Arlene tugs on Terry’s hand and says, “Honey, this is the nice girl that wrote us the letter!”
I blush and smile up at Eric. I hoped the letter would work.
“Yep, this house already feels like home,” I tell them honestly.
“That’s nice. We were hoping to find a nice family to buy this house. Terry and I have been very happy here but it’s become too much for us to take care of on our own and our kids have all moved away…” Arlene looks a bit sad at the mention of her children.
“I have a brother,” Jo offers.
“She does,” I agree. “We’re hoping to expand soon,” I smile. I give Eric’s hand a little squeeze. “And your home is the perfect size for us. Plus it would keep Jo in the same school.” I’m willing to say anything I need to sway them, including using the kids.
“Oh that would be nice for you,” Arlene says. “Routine is so important for little ones. The schools are good here.”
“Oh, I know, I’ve done a ton of research. We only want the best for our little ones.”
“Sweetheart, we have to get going or we’ll miss the game,” Terry interjects politely.
“Oh alright,” Arlene sighs. “Bridge game. It was very nice to meet you.”
“It was good meeting you too,” I grin like an idiot as I shake their hands.
“Enjoy your game,” Eric says to them after shaking their hands again.
“We will,” Terry smiles. “You stay out of trouble, little missy,” he says to Jo and gives her a salute.
She salutes him back and says, “I never get into trouble!” with a mischievous grin.
“Only because Daddy’s a big softy, I’m sure,” Arlene chuckles.
“Pretty much,” I laugh.
“Those pretty little eyes are the death of us,” Terry says.
“Don’t I know it,” Arlene shakes her head. “You folks take care now.”
“You too, thanks.” Eric and I give them a wave as they walk off. I take his hand and we keep going down the street. “I think that went well,” I tell him after a few minutes.
“They seem like very nice people,” he agrees. “We’ll just keep our fingers crossed.”
“Yeah. Do you think writing a ‘thanks for considering our offer’ letter is too much?” I know it is, but I have my hopes up and I don’t want to be disappointed.
‘Honey, slow down,” he says. “It’s good that you want this house but you don’t want to annoy them either.”
“Right. No annoying.” I sigh and wrap my arm around his back as we mosey down the street.
We walk along quietly for a bit when my phone rings. I’ve been keeping it on me at all times since putting in the offer, but since we just talked to the owners I don’t think it’s them taking our offer just yet. When I pull my phone out I frown a little. I don’t really have a reason for my lawyer to be calling me. Sam is in jail and he’s the only legal matter I’ve had to deal with lately.
“Hello?” I answer as we stop walking.
“Sookie? Damon Cataliadies calling,” he says.
“Hi, Mr. Cataliadies, how are you?” I ask. Eric looks just as concerned as I feel.
“I’m just fine, thank you. I’m calling because I received a fax just a little while ago from Johan Glass. Sam has decided to terminate his parental rights,” he informs me.
“What?” My whole body goes numb just before this warm, fuzzy feeling fills my tummy. “This isn’t a joke?”
“I sure hope not. Family court won’t find it funny if it is,” he says. “The papers were filed this afternoon. As soon as the rights are officially terminated we can proceed with the adoption if you’re still interested in pursuing it.”
“Yes, yes we’re very interested. I…” I trail off when I start crying. I have to turn around and cover my face to try to hide the tears from my audience.
“Very good. Then I’ll be in touch when the papers go through. Your daughter is a very lucky little girl,” he tells me.
“She is,” I cry, “Thank you so much.”
“You’re very welcome. Congratulations, Sookie,” he says and then hangs up.
When I put my phone away I turn into Eric’s arms and just cry into his chest. He doesn’t even know why I’m crying yet, but he simply holds me until I can breathe again.
“You’re going to be a Daddy,” I whisper when I look up at him.
Eric’s eyes go wide and he says, “You’re pregnant already?”
“No,” I giggle, “Sam signed the papers. She’s going to be a free agent soon and I told Mr. Cataliadies you want her.”
“Oh!” Eric grins and then hugs me. He kisses the top of my head and when I look up, poor Jo looks confused.
“Baby, do you remember when we talked about Eric adopting you?” I ask and she nods. “That was Mommy’s lawyer calling to tell me we get to go through with that.”
“So Eric is my forever daddy now?” Jo asks and I burst out into tears.
“Yes,” I snotsob, making Eric laugh at me.
“Kiddo, I might have to put you down so I can give Mommy a piggyback ride home if she can’t stop crying,” Eric looks up at Jo and she giggles behind her hand.
“I’m stopping,” I sniffle. I lean into Eric and wipe my nose on his shirt. I know he’s had a lot worse, so a little snot can’t hurt. “Come on, let’s go home.”
“I think we should have ice cream when we get home,” Eric suggests.
“Good idea,” Joey agrees.
“We do have some celebrating to do,” I say as we start to walk home.
“Hey,” I say quietly when I find Eric sitting on the couch watching TV. I just put Joey to bed and I’ve wanted this man all day.
“Hmmm?” he asks without looking away from the rerun of The Daily Show he’s watching On Demand.
“You have any plans after the show?” I ask as I blatantly bend over to pick up one of Jo’s toys that’s on the floor next to the television.
“The Colbert Report,” he replies.
“Hmm, that’s too bad,” I sigh.
“Why’s that?” he asks absently.
“I just wanted to finish what we started in the kitchen earlier. I’m getting tired though, so I was planning on going to bed soon. I’ll just have to do it myself,” I shrug.
“Okay,” he says just as absently. He’s not really listening to me.
I disappear into the bedroom and change into a teeny tiny nightie that Eric loves. On the way out I check to make sure Jo is out and I quietly close her door. When I get back to the living room I decide to finish cleaning and this time when I bend my nightie slides up to give him a perfect view of my ass. If this doesn’t get him he’s a lost cause.
I hear a little growl and then Eric says, “Toots, your ass is showing.”
“Oh really?” I ask over my shoulder as I continue to pick things up. “I didn’t even notice.”
“Bullshit. Maybe you need that trip to the bathroom after all,” he smirks.
“Maybe,” I say seductively and stand to saunter past him to put the toys in the toy box.
“Is that what you want?”
“Do you want to check to see how wet I am just thinking about it?”
“I saw when you were bent over.”
“Then you should know what I want,” I tell him and I start straightening the coasters.
“Hmmm… then you should go to the bathroom, bend over the sink and wait for me,” he instructs in a firm tone.
“Yes, sir,” I wink and as I walk out of the living room I flip up the back of my nightie so he gets a good view of my ass walking away.
I go to the master bathroom and do exactly as he said. I bend over, resting my elbows on the counter and I leave my legs shoulder width apart as I wait. Eric comes into the bathroom two minutes later, completely naked. His cock is hard and ready but he doesn’t just drive into me. Instead he closes the bathroom door and throws the lock. There is no such thing as too many locked doors when there’s a kid in the house.
His hand rubs over my ass and then down between my lower lips.
“You’ve been a naughty little tease today,” he tells me as his fingers play with my opening.
I shiver a little bit and just when I think his fingers are going to slide in, he pulls them away. I whimper and stare at his reflection in the mirror.
“Don’t move until I tell you to,” Eric says in that domineering voice that makes my ovaries tingle. He doesn’t do this often but when he does, it’s always sexy as hell.
His hand rubs over my ass again for a few seconds before he brings it back and gives me a good swat on my right cheek.
“Ah!” I cry out and I feel my pussy clench.
He rubs over my cheek and then brings his hand back to swat the left one just as hard.
This one I expected so I whimper instead. “I don’t know how I’ve been teasing you,” I tell him.
“The kitchen earlier,” he says and then there’s another swat on my right cheek. “And just now in the living room.” Another on my left.
“Mmm, I was just letting my man know I wanted him to fuck me,” I whimper.
“But when I can’t have you, that’s teasing,” he says, and there’s a harder slap on my right cheek.
“You love it when I tease you,” I sass.
“And you love it when I punish you for it,” he says. His fingers easily slide into my pussy. “I can see it all over your thighs, Toots.”
“Mmm, yes I do,” I moan and I start rocking back on his fingers.
He pulls them out of me again and I get another slap on my left cheek.
“Don’t be greedy,” he tells me.
“But I want it so bad,” I whine.
There’s another slap on my right cheek.
“How bad do you want it?” he asks me and slides his fingers back into my pussy, pumping them in and out slowly.
“So fucking bad, baby. My pussy craves you… fuck, that’s so good.” I’m panting and I’ve been so horny today I’m close to cumming already.
Eric’s fingers twist inside me and find my g-spot easily. He rubs against it and slaps my ass again.
“Is this what my baby wants?” he asks and slaps my ass again. His fingers move faster over my spot.
“Yes!” I cry out and I’m sure he can feel my walls contracting around his fingers.
All of a sudden his fingers are gone but he quickly replaces them with his cock. He slams into me hard and grabs my shoulders to hold me in place while he fucks me.
“Mmm, that’s it, baby, show that pussy who she belongs to,” I pant. I suddenly feel like a wanton slut, but I’m Eric’s slut so that’s fine.
He growls and pulls almost all the way out before slamming back into me. Over and over he pounds into me. His cock rubs against the right spot every time he pulls out and he shoves the fingers that were in my pussy into my mouth.
“She’s mine,” he growls and his other hand lets of my shoulder to slap my ass again.
“Mmm,” I moan around his fingers. I start sucking them like it’s his cock, moaning and wrapping my tongue around them. I’m so close to cumming I can barely see straight.
Eric doesn’t let up. He pulls his fingers from my mouth and his hand moves to my nipple to pluck and tug on it while the other moves around to my clit.
“Cum for me, Sookie,” he growls while his fingers move in fast circles over my swollen nub.
“Oh… fuuuck…” I whimper when my walls clamp down trying to keep him inside of me. This is what I’ve been craving all day. I continue to whimper and pant through my orgasm while he doesn’t let up.
Eric keeps pounding into me, drawing out my orgasm. When he does pull out of me it’s to turn me around and pick me up to set me on the vanity surrounding the sink. He hooks my knees over his elbows and slides right back into me. His lips crash down on mine and he resumes pounding into me hard and fast. My fingers thread through his hair so I can move his head where I want it. Our tongues slide over one another’s as we each moan into the kiss.
I have to pull back to breathe and I rest my forehead on his, looking into his eyes.
“I love you so fucking much, baby,” I breathe.
“I love you too, Toots,” he pants and tugs my ass closer to the edge of the vanity. “I’m going to cum so fucking hard for you. Where do you want it, baby?”
I move my mouth up to his ear and I whisper, “Stay right where are. I want it deep inside of me… dripping from my pussy when you pull out…”
Eric groans and his thumb finds my clit.
“I need you to cum again for me, Sookie,” he tells me. “Can you do that for me?”
“Yes, baby, only for you,” I moan and drop my head back to give him access to my neck if he wants it. I feel him twitching inside of me, signaling his orgasm approaching and that triggers my second release. “Oh God!” I try not to scream, but I think I do.
“Fuck!” he shouts when my walls clamp down around his length. His thrusts get erratic and Eric is buried deep inside me when he cums with a deep groan.
“Mmm, that’s exactly what I wanted,” I pant and pull his face to mine for another deep kiss.
Eric lets go of my legs and his fingers tangle in my hair. His hips keep thrusting lazily and when the kiss breaks, he looks down as he pulls out of me.
“Mmm… baby, that’s so fucking hot,” he growls. He steps out of the way so I can see it in the full length mirror on the back of the door.
I reach down to gather his cum on my fingers and I bring it to my mouth to suck it off.
“And delicious,” I say, meeting his eyes in the mirror.
He growls at me and kisses my forehead.
“Do you want to clean up?” he asks me.
I don’t know what comes over me, but I say, “So licking your cum out of my pussy isn’t enough?”
He looks like he’s been smacked upside the head with a 2×4 and he says, “That’s… you said you were tired before.”
“That was before your sexy ass came in here and made me be a dirty girl for you.” What the actual fuck is wrong with me?
“What the fuck is your problem?” he asks me. “You got what you wanted and now you’re pissed? The fuck, Sookie?”
“I… I…” I burst out into tears and hop off of the counter. I keep crying as I walk over to turn the shower on. I have no clue what my problem is. “I don’t fucking know, Eric. Maybe I’m PMSing!” I cry and plop down on the side of the tub.
He sighs and comes over to pull me up and give me a hug.
“Maybe it’s just stress. We’ve got a lot going on right now. Planning a wedding, two kids, buying a new house and now the adoption is happening… it’s a lot,” he says. “Just relax, Toots.”
I sag into his arms and let myself cry. “I’m sorry,” I whisper after a couple minutes. The room is steaming up, but I’d rather be in his arms than in the shower.
“Shower or snuggles?” he asks me.
“Snuggles,” I sniffle. Eric reaches back to turn the water off without letting me go before he guides me to the bed.
Eric sits down on the bed and pulls me down with him. He keeps his arms wrapped around me and kisses my head.
“Just relax, Sook,” he says. His hands move up and down my back soothingly.
“I don’t know what came over me,” I whisper between sniffles.
“It’s okay.” He kisses my forehead.
Eric shifts us on the bed and just holds me as I cry myself to sleep.