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  I laugh, “I don’t think your mom would want you to have cookies before bed.”

  “Pwease!”

  It is the cutest way to say please. I cave, “Okay, buddy. It will be our little secret.”

  “Yay!”

  I get up from the couch and head to the kitchen. This feels strange. I have no clue where anything is. Several cabinets later, I find some cookies. What goes with cookies? Milk. The refrigerator is covered with pictures of Charlie, his grandmother, and… There is a picture of Hayden with some clean-cut, prep man – nice dress shirt and tie. She looks happy. My body tenses up. The look of this clean-cut man seems off. Not sure how; my gut is telling me something is not right about him.

  Charlie comes strolling into the kitchen. He questions, “Where’s my cookies?”

  I chuckle, “I’m just getting you some milk.”

  “Oh!”

  I cannot believe I am about to go there but here I go. “Hey, little man, who is the man in the picture.”

  Charlie’s expression goes from cheerful to serious. “Richard. Mommy’s friend.”

  “You don’t like Richard?”

  “No. He tries to be my daddy. And he is not nice.”

  “Well, I’m your daddy. Nothing to worry there. How is he not nice?”

  “He yells at me and mommy.”

  Anger seeps through my veins, rage starts to brew. This, I do not like hearing. Why is this fucker yelling at my son and his mother? “What do you mean he yells at you and your mom?”

  “When we don’t do what he wants. Mommy told Grandma that she is going to marry him.”

  “Oh, really?”

  “Yep.”

  As much as I want to continue this conversation with Charlie, my time here is not to dabble in his mother’s love life. However, I am not a fan of this fucker yelling at them. If I ever meet him, he will learn how protective I am over my son and Hayden.

  ***

  I am sitting with Charlie, working on our fourth book. Hayden says they only read two books at night, but he is being persistent and wants me to read more. Charlie is smart. He knows I am going to cave when he asks for “One more?” It is important to read to your child every night. Expands their vocabulary and encourages bonding time.

  As I finish with the last book, I look down to see Charlie curled up next to me sound asleep. His beat up T-Rex dinosaur is held closely to him. It is his comfort toy. I remember having one of those when I was a child. Mine was a black teddy bear with a Harley shirt. I loved that damn toy. When my parents would fight, I would hold it close to me. It was my security.

  Looking at Charlie, the innocence in his face is angelic. Emotions start to overcome me, and realization sits in. This is my blood lying next to me. Being a father was the last thing on my mind, but looking at him now, all I want to do is be there for him and be the best damn dad he will ever have. I love this kid. I have never experienced anything like this, unconditional love without knowing who they are. I am fucking lucky. This is my chance to make a difference in another life, not just the ones I honor. If his mother is okay with it, I do not want to spend another day without being with my son.

  I lean down and gently kiss my son on his forehead. Charlie curls up more against me. I am not leaving. I am never leaving.

  Hayden

  Another long night at work. We were two respiratory therapists short, which made for a busy night of breathing treatments and checking ventilator settings, among other things. I am grateful no one coded on my floors last night. That would have added to the craziness. Despite being extremely busy, I am able to get off work at a decent time. I wish I had gotten a chance to check in on James and Charlie. But by the time I could sit down and take a breather, I knew they both were sound asleep.

  As I drive home with heavy eyes, the sun is peeping above the horizon. It helps keep the eyes from closing. You would think the pure adrenaline of knowing how last night went for the boys would keep me from being a zombie.

  By the time I pull into the driveway, James’ silver Harley is reflecting the sun’s beams. Damn, that is a nice bike. I laugh at the fact that I wanted to ride that very bike with him one night. It didn’t happen. Instead, I rode him.

  Click goes the lock and I walk into a quiet home. I pop my head into the living room, hoping to see James lying on the couch but he is not there. He better not be sleeping in my bed. That is invading my privacy. But he does not seem like that type. What the fuck do I know? I am still learning who he is.

  I walk down the hallway to check in on Charlie. I open the door to see James and him curled up next to each other on his twin bed. A wave of feelings crash down on me. It is a tender moment and a beautiful sight. Their arms wrapped around each other, looking as if they did not want to let each other go. My hands cup my face as I take a deep breath. Tears start to unleash. I reach into my pocket and grab my phone. This moment needs to be captured. I swipe open my phone and press camera. I aim the phone and bring the image closer, and snap. Picture perfect. I look at the shot and start to giggle. James’ massive body takes up most of Charlie’s twin size bed. I have no clue how he could be comfortable laying like that.

  James grumbles. I look up from my phone to see his heavy eyes awake. I wave hi to him. I do not want to wake Charlie. He nods at me. I watch as he slowly removes himself from Charlie’s hold.

  James’ big brown eyes that I just cannot help but stare into, wink at me and then he smiles. This man is gorgeous in every way possible. My face becomes flushed with heat. I should not be feeling a sense that I want him to take me to my room and do what he did to me that night we conceived Charlie. I have a boyfriend who I love. But he screams sex walking around my house, accessible to me. And seeing him snuggling with Charlie just took my new found craving to a ravenous hunger.

  I quickly turn around and head to the kitchen. My dumb, tired ass is trying to walk so damn fast that I trip over a rug and fall flat on my face. James runs to me and helps me up. He laughs, “Night shift tripping you up?”

  I am embarrassed that I am flushed with want and that I tripped on the rug trying to avoid the sexy beast that is in my home. I answer, “Something like that.”

  He helps me up. “Let’s go make some coffee.”

  “That sounds like an amazing idea.”

  We walk into the kitchen together. James looks around and says, “Where is everything?”

  I answer, “I can get it.”

  “No. Sit your tired ass down and I will take care of you.”

  “Bossy, aren’t we?”

  He turns his head toward me and squints those brown eyes at me. “You have no idea what bossy is.”

  And let the flirting begin.

  “I think I have a good idea.”

  His tongue pops out and he licks his lips. If I were a dog, I would be drooling right now.

  He comments, “Where is the coffee?”

  Ugh! No more friendly flirting. I really should not be flirting with him. But seeing him with our son ignited my internal flame. I want him. I get up from the kitchen chair. “Let me show you.” I point to the pantry door. “It’s in there.”

  He strolls to the pantry door. I follow him. He opens the door and I rub my body up against his and point to the coffee canister. I say, “It’s right there.”

  He grunts. Oh yeah, he is trying to hold back.

  I purr, “I like my coffee big, dark, and strong.”

  Not saying a word, he just stares.

  I continue, “I like to end my coffee with a splash of cream to mask the grounds. It can be quite bitter.”

  He turns toward me and grunts, “What are you doing?”

  Being playful. “Just telling you how I like my coffee. How do you like your coffee?”

  He smiles, “Black with a hint of spice.”

  I bite down on my lip.

  “Don’t do that.”

  “Do what?”

  Again, I bite down on my lip.

  “Fucking that.” His massive arms grab hol
d of me and bring me close, slamming his lips to mine. My hands creep to his waist and start tugging at his white shirt. My lips peel from his, as I pull his shirt over his head, exposing his toned body. I run my hands along his muscle bumps down to his prominent V.

  I sigh, “Not here.”

  He grunts again, “I know.” Before I can show him where my room is, he picks me up and hoists me over his shoulders. I giggle like some teenager. He heads down the hallway to my bedroom.

  Once we arrive to my bedroom, he throws me down on the bed. He heads back to the door and shuts it. I am practically panting, wanting to devour him. Click goes the lock. He turns around and faces me. His hunter eyes stare me down as he unbuckles his belt and pops open his jeans. He continues to stare at me as if he is the predator and I am his prey. I yank off my scrub top, exposing my mom bra. The ugliness of my dingy cream colored bra doesn’t stop him from pouncing on me and slamming his lips, once more, against mine. My anxious hands grab hold of his jeans and boxers and pushes them down. Out pops his massively erect cock. I rip my mouth from his and stare at the glorious cock that is in front of me. How could I have forgotten what that baby looks like?

  James pulls my scrub bottoms off and boy shorts. He laughs, “This is some sexy lingerie you have on.”

  I joke, “You must like it because this sexiness is not stopping you.”

  He kisses me again. I push away and say, “Not to ruin the moment, but I am not ready for another baby. You need to bag it.”

  “Talk dirty to me, baby.”

  I shake my head. “Nightstand drawer.”

  James leans over to the drawer, opens it, and grabs a foily. The package crinkles as he tears it open. Licking my lips, I enjoy the sight of his cock being covered up by a sheath of rubber.

  He grunts, “You’re fucking licking your lips again.”

  “What are going to do about that?”

  “This.” James climbs on top of me and shoves his cock deep into my willing and eager as can be sex. My legs wrap around his waist. He pulverizes me, pushing back and lighting up my special spot. Fucking already, my body starts to tingle.

  Not yet. I push him off of me. I demand, “I want to ride you.”

  He smirks, “Then do it.” James removes his cock from my sex and lays flat on his back, his beautifully erect cock pointing toward him. I crawl up on him and grab hold of it, pointing it upward, letting my sex slide down, hugging his glorious cock. His massive hands grab hold of my waist as my hips rock back and forth.

  He grunts, “Fuck.”

  The cliché dirty girl comes out of me. “You like this pussy?”

  His eyes roll back as he moans, “Fuck, yeah.”

  I grind harder and faster, riding him like I would ride his bike. He digs his nails as he grips my waist tighter, helping them move at an accelerated rate. I start losing control with each hip thrust. My body tingles. He groans, “Fuck, Hays. I’m fucking going to come.”

  And. I. explode. “Oh my God, James.”

  He groans, “Hayyyyysss.”

  My body falls limp on his sweaty body. The memory of our first time having sex flashed before my eyes. This very feeling. This indescribable feeling of letting lose, giving him my womanhood. Fuck, there is a reason I craved him after our one night. This is it.

  My haze is interrupted by a faint knock on the door and a little voice saying, “Mommy.”

  Shit. Charlie. This will confuse him to see James in the bedroom.

  I holler, “Be there in a minute, honey.” I look at James and say, “You need to go somewhere. He can’t see you in here.”

  Blankly staring at me, James asks, “Why? I think he would love to see his mommy and daddy together.”

  “Seriously. This will confuse him. There is nothing here.”

  “Oh, I think there is something here.”

  “This is not the time to argue with me. Get dressed and go in the bathroom.”

  “Fine.” His naked body gets up from the bed. James grabs his clothes and heads to the master bath. I cannot help but watch him as he walks. His ass is as firm as his body. I lick my lips once more. Fuck, I need to stop that. That is what got me here in the first place. Well, not really.

  Again, Charlie says, “Mommy.”

  I start getting dressed and say, “Be right there, honey.”

  Back in my scrubs, I walk to the door and unlock it to see Charlie in his pajamas holding his stuffed dinosaur. He asks, “Mommy, where is daddy?”

  “Hey, sweetie. I believe your daddy is in the bathroom.”

  “Okay, I’m hungree.”

  “Let’s get you some cereal. Then we will get ready for preschool.” Then it hits me. Charlie has preschool today and my mother usually picks him up, so I can sleep. Fuck. Well, I wonder if James can get him. Damn it!

  Chapter 10

  James

  Hayden went from not trusting me with our son to fully trusting me. She had me stay the night last night and watch him. Now, I am waiting for him to get out of preschool. I told Hayden she will have to come get him from the morgue because duty does call. She was skeptical at first at the thought of our son possibly seeing a dead body. I had to reassure her numerous times that we had nothing on the schedule for tonight. It is just appointments in planning. Mondays are our planning days with families of the deceased. She still did not like it, but she knew there was no choice.

  I am also on standby if her mother does not make it back to town tonight. I am okay with her mother not coming back today. It will give me one more night hanging with my son. Bonus part, I will get to see Hayden in her scrubs again. I never thought hospital scrubs could be a turn on. But the way her scrubs hug her petite body just makes my cock pulsate. The whole thing with Hayden, though, that is bothering me, is how she acted after we fucked. She somewhat panicked but played it cool at the same time. I love how concerned she was with how this would look to Charlie. She was right, it would confuse him to see his parents together. But then again, I am pretty sure he would love to have his parents be with each other. The only thing getting in the way is her boyfriend. She cannot be happy with this man. She easily gave herself up to me. There was no hesitation on her part. She laid it on pretty damn thick. She definitely goes after what she wants and that was me. I will gladly give it up to her every time she wants it.

  My hand adjusts my cock as it starts to get hard thinking of fucking her. I need to experience her again. I hope her mother decides to stay away another night. Hayden will get a taste of my dominant ass in the morning.

  An idea came to me. I pull out my cell phone and call Ralphie.

  He picks up and says, “Hey.”

  I answer, “You all coming back today.”

  “More than likely.”

  “Take one more day. Fuck, take two more days.”

  Ralphie starts to barrel laugh. “You having fun playing house?”

  I know what he is getting at. “Yes. I enjoy hanging with my son.”

  “And Hays.”

  “Yeah, it is nice having coffee with her in the morning.”

  “Oh son, you’re funny. I think I can keep her mother settled up at the cabin a few more nights.”

  “I thought you were in South Dakota.”

  “She wanted to see the cabin I’ve talked about.”

  “There is a lot of good memories there. You’re serious about this one.”

  He chuckles, “Something like that.”

  “All right, well, I appreciate you stalling this out. I just want to spend as much time with my son as possible.”

  “And his mother.”

  “And his mother. Asshole.”

  A deep filled from the gut laugh comes out again. We hang up. It is time for Charlie to get out of school. I get out of my truck and walk up to the sidewalk where the other parents wait. Mostly mothers. A lot of them are staring at me. I guess I am something to stare out. Tatted up suit wearing mortician. Regardless, I would stand out without the suit and tats. I am huge, six-foot four and muscular.


  The children start to file out the door, with their teacher at the front of the line. Charlie is somewhere in the middle. My boy is all smiles, especially when he gets a glimpse of me. He cannot wait to tell his teacher his daddy is here. His over joyous energy is tugging at his teacher’s shirt. She finally gives him the attention he wants. He points to me. Reading his lips, I can see he says, “That’s my daddy.”

  She nods her head and asks the teacher at the end of the line to stand at the front. She grabs Charlie’s hand and walks toward me. She is a cute, young blond who looks like the girl next door type. She approaches me and says, “Hi. I’m Ms. Greenly. Charlie’s mother advised me that a very large man would be picking up Charlie today.”

  I laugh, “She said a very large man?”

  Charlie nods as if he is there for the conversation.

  Ms. Greenly blushes, “Well, not so much large but tall and tattooed. And you’re the only one who resembles that description.” Her eyelashes bat at me. And we have flirting here.

  I reach out my hand. “Okay. I’m James. Charlie’s father.”

  Charlie agrees, “Yep!”

  She shakes my hand. “I guess we will be seeing more and more of you.”

  “That is correct.”

  Charlie tugs at my pant leg and says, “Daddy, you ready?”

  I look at Ms. Greenly and say, “It was nice meeting you.”

  She replies, “Likewise.” And she walks away but not without turning her head to take one more look at me.

  I take Charlie’s hand and we walk to my truck. I look down at him and ask, “You hungry?”

  He smiles, “Yeah. For chikin nuggets and frenchy fries.”

  God, I love this kid.

  Hayden

  The funeral home is definitely not what I thought it would be. Most of the time, funeral homes look like cathedrals with white pillars. Not James’ funeral home. Small American flags are lined up along the circular driveway in the front of the building. A huge flag poll is in the center of a garden in front of the building. A gigantic American flag soars at the top with a prisoner of war flag beneath it. I park my car and walk toward the front of the building. In scripture, a sign above the entry door states, “We serve those who serve this great country.”