Ringing in the New Year (20)

When I enter the kitchen I lean up against the wall and watch her move about the kitchen. She hums to herself as she cuts vegetables and immediately my eyes go to her hand. Her ring is missing and I stand up and walk over to her.

“Where’s your ring?”

She always has it on, but if she doesn’t she places it on the windowsill. I already looked over there and didn’t see it. I don't like seeing her finger bare. I’m a possessive bastard and like to see it on her. I know she’s mine, but this lets everyone else know without a word spoken.

She looks up at me and her eyes widen in surprise as her eyebrows furrow together. I know this isn't good.

“I can’t find it,” she admits. The small, sad hitch in her voice is like a kick in the stomach. “I looked everywhere and I, I—”

“Calm down,” I tell her as I pick her up and sit her on the kitchen counter. I move between her thighs and I lean down to give her a quick kiss. That normally does the trick when she starts to get worked up.

“It has to be here somewhere. You had it on yesterday and I took the kids to school today. You haven't gone anywhere.” She nods in agreement.

Worry still lingers in her eyes and I know it’s not about the ring itself. We could buy that ring a million times over. It’s about what that ring symbolizes. The thought has me thinking back to the other night when my oldest son asked me about the ring that was always on Cami’s hand. The same as I’d done my own dad.

“Oh no,” I say and can’t help but smile. “You don’t think Jase took it, do you?” I ask her, and she thinks for a minute before her mouth falls open.

“Daisy.”

That’s the little girl Jase is always talking about. The two of them have been best friends since our friend Sam adopted her. Daisy was four when we’d found her after she’d been kidnapped by her father. We located her quickly and got her back to her mother. Sam was with us at the time and he hadn't only fallen in love with the little girl who now calls him Dad but he’d fallen hard for her mother, too.

It didn't take Sam long before he got a ring on Mary’s finger and legally adopted Daisy as his own. I knew our son was smitten with Daisy, but I just didn't know how deep it was. It looks like he’s following in my footsteps.

“Could you imagine? Mary is going to die when I tell her.” Cami beams up at me. It took Cami all of half a second to become best friends with Sam’s wife. It only took Sam another second to move down the street from us. “She’s the sweetest little thing and you Sanders men can’t seem to make girls,” she scolds me like I can control the sex of our babies. Four boys over the last eight years had her thinking the day of having a little girl herself would never come. I was happy I had four boys to watch out for the day she does get a little girl.

“We’ll have to try again,” I tease her, then kiss her again.

She tries to push at my chest, but soon she’s pulling me closer and climbing me like a tree. I don’t know why I started something I know we can’t finish. This house is about to be filled with family at any moment. Maybe there’s time to have a taste of her, though. Something to hold me over.

I pull my mouth from hers and drop to my knees in front of her. One day I’ll have to tell her when we built this kitchen I actually had the counters measured and made to the perfect height for eating her pussy.

She’s not shy about our stolen moment and grabs her skirt and pulls it up. I pull her pink silk panties to the side and throw her legs over my shoulders.

“Reed,” she moans, and I wish I had more time to draw this out; I’ll have to wait until I have her in our bed tonight.

She dives her hands into my hair as I eat at her sweetness and groan, licking and sucking at her. I go right for her sweet spot and pull her orgasm right out of her as fast as I can. She screams out my name and I keep going because I want a little more of her. She jerks against me as I take one last lick before I pull my face away from between her thighs.

Her eyes are heavy as I stand up and kiss her. My cock begs for release I know I can’t have right now, and she smiles up at me.

“Fine, we can start trying again,” she says, and I chuckle.

We waited at least a year between each of our sons before we started trying again. We knew we wanted one more but hadn't talked about when, and it looks like now is the time. I was sure she was going to make us wait another few months, but I guess she just needed a little coaxing.

“I’ll make sure it happens tonight,” I tease her, and she laughs. She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me close.

“It’s adorable he gave her the ring. I hate that we have to take it back.”

“She’ll have it one day,” I remind her.

Cami nods in agreement, still looking a little sad about it.

“How about I take Jase shopping this weekend? We get him a temporary one,” I suggest, and her face lights up.

“That would be perfect. You always know what to do.” The way she looks at me warms my chest and makes me think I could conquer the world for her. She’s right, though. I’d do anything for her, including giving her that baby girl she wants.

I lean in and kiss her again just as I hear laughter coming in the front door. Our family is back together and my heart is full, and it’s another day in our lives where the love is unstoppable.