Page 47 of In Just One Night
“Genesis,” I whispered when my orgasm hit me hard.
“Shit, London.” Genesis’s pace picked up, and a few pumps later, we came at the same time since another orgasm had hit me.
Genesis leaned his body on me for a minute, until he pulled out of me.
“You know them kids going to be up soon,” Genesis said as he grabbed my hand and led me out of his office.
“I know. We better hurry up and shower before they do. You know your son is going to be the first one up.”
G2 was two years old and got up way too early for me sometimes. I’d just weaned him off breastmilk, and that was a struggle. It was a lot harder than it was for Paris.
We discovered that Genesis had a slight fetish for breastmilk. It was weird at first, but it wasn’t like he drank a lot of it. It was more so a few drops during the times we had sex. Nobody knew about that though. I looked it up online and saw that there were a lot of people into that.
After Genesis and I showered, we got dressed and headed downstairs so we could fix breakfast for the kids.
Having two children and careers, we had to find different ways to have intimacy. One thing we liked to do together was cooking. He still played basketball with his friends, and I took up kickboxing again. Sometimes he and I played basketball in our backyard.
After we got engaged, we purchased a four-bedroom house on a nice plot of land. We were able to have a small basketball court installed because Genesis was determined to teach G2 how to play.
“Daddy!”
“Welp, there’s your son,” I said to Genesis after hearing G2 scream his name.
Paris would get up and play by herself, or she would come find one of us. That boy would scream for his father as soon as he woke up.
“Don’t do my boy like that.” Genesis kissed my cheek, then went upstairs to get his son, as I continued making the chocolate chip pancakes the kids loved.
A few minutes later, Genesis returned with both kids in tow.
“Hi, Mommy,” Paris said as she came to hug me around my legs.
“Hey, baby.” I leaned down and kissed the top of her head.
She walked out of the kitchen, probably to put cartoons on in the living room.
“London!” G2 shouted as he and his father walked toward me.
“What I tell you about that?” Genesis gently scolded him.
“Sawwy, Mommy.”
Our kids were young, so we lightly disciplined them when they did something wrong. Paris was a lot quieter than her brother, and since she was a little older, she understood more.
Genesis Jr. was still learning things. I knew his apology didn’t hold any merit because, at some point, he would do it again. He heard everyone else calling me London, so he thought he was supposed to. Being the older sister, Paris tried to correct him, and sometimes he listened, and other times he didn’t.
“Thank you, baby.” I kissed my son’s head, then tickled his stomach.
He wiggled out of his father’s arms and ran into the living room with his sister. It didn’t take long to hear him jumping off the couch. Once we discovered he liked to jump off damn near everything, we rearranged the living room, so when he jumped off something, he usually landed in a pile of pillows. Our house wasn’t as organized as I would have liked it to be, but my kids’ safety was more important.
“What are we doing today?” Genesis asked as he flipped the bacon.
“I don’t know. Maybe we can go to the zoo.”
It was a nice day out, and we needed to find something to tire the kids out. The closest zoo was about an hour away, but it was worth the drive. They had a lot of animals, and they had play areas for the kids and multiple hands-on exhibits. We took Paris once, and she loved it, so hopefully her brother liked it as well. As long as he could run and jump on something, he would be fine.
Genesis came behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. His head rested on my chin while I plated everyone’s food.
“That sounds good.” He kissed the spot under my ear. “Can you believe we are married with two children?” he asked, then stepped back.
