Page 92 of Scoring Chance

My ball hurts as much as my back. It felt incredible confessing my love to Tanner last night. I am so happy he is my husband—legally, technically, and now romantically. I am so grateful to be part of this family. But I also want to consummate this marriage. I want to feel Tanner vibrate and moan under me, feel my cock stretching him in real time.

Maybe tonight? If I can hold out.

I blink and find Dean and Davy in front of me.

“What are you doing down here?” Dean asks.

“Did you and Dad have a fight?” Davy wonders.

“No. Lulu was sick. Too much cotton candy.” I rub not-quite-sleep from my eyes.

“Can you make us cheese omelets?” Dean asks.

I rub my head, currently weighed down by tiredness. I should not be operating machinery or things that emit flames. “Uh, why don’t I show you guys how to make your own omelets? You’re old enough.”

They look at each other, then shrug. “Sure,” says Davy.

They scamper into the kitchen. I can supervise from the kitchen table drinking coffee. Did I just figure out a solution to a parenting problem? Maybe I am cut out for this dad shit.

A little bit later, I am in dad heaven: the boys are making omelets while I supervise. They’re following my directions and not fighting. Lena enters the kitchen and grabs a Pop Tart from above the fridge.

“Hey,” she says. “Thanks again for…”

I nod at her, neither of us needing to get into it again. I put my hand over hers. I got you, I tell her with my eyes.

“Guys,” I yell. “Can you make a third omelet for your sister please?”

“Coming right up!” Dean concurs, like they’re line cooks at a diner.

“Sit. Chill.” I point to an empty chair beside me. “So what are you going to do about Matthias? He is a puppy dog in love with you.”

“I’ll let him down easily. And I’m going to start taking the bus.”

A little bit later, Lena downs half her omelet before heading out to school. Then Lulu skips into the kitchen full of energy as if she was never sick. Tanner has the circles under his eyes to prove she was.

I pour him a coffee in the largest mug he owns. He tucks into the kitchen chair beside me.

“I’m sorry about last night,” he says.

“It’s all good. Life happens.”

“I had an idea.” He scoots closer to me. “Do you get a lunch break at work?”

“I can take lunch whenever. Why? What were you thinking?”

“We could meet…at your condo.”

Tanner in my California king bed? Taking him on my eight hundred thread count sheets? A view of the river as I fuck him senseless? Yes to all this.

“Works for me.”

The thought of having Tanner begins to get me hard.

“Can I have Cheerios?” Lulu asks standing right in front of me.

I cross my legs again, snuffing out my erection.

Tanner bolts up. “I’ll get it, sweetheart.” He shoots me a knowing smile.