Page 56 of Impulsive Love

The wedding took place in Haddie’s parents’ backyard. Natalie pulled Madison down the aisle in a wagon decorated in flowers. We kept it small, with just close friends and family.

My bride was beautiful in a simple white tank top maxi dress and flowers in her hair. I wore khakis and a white button up shirt. Abby was Haddie’s matron of honor and Dad was my best man. At that point Joe and I were slowly working on our relationship, now we’re better than ever.

We honeymooned in Cancun, since we didn’t drink, we did lots of activities, ate a lot of good food, and made love every night.

Three years ago we found out that Haddie was pregnant, we weren’t trying, but not preventing it. Imagine our surprise when we found out we were having twins, fraternal. My girl had the easiest pregnancy ever, and of course our payback from that, is the dynamic duo—our boys are crazy, and I mean that the best way possible.

Tucker, or as we call him Tank, is the oldest by five minutes, and certainly the ringleader. Xander is quieter, but just as destructive. They’re all about their Momma.

Haddie is doing hospice homecare still, but now she’s a trainer of the new staff and she loves it. Plus, she’s no longer on call, but sometimes she will see patients for her co-workers.

Dad has started dating again. Gina, his girlfriend, is great and treats him well. She never gets upset when we talk about my mom, but I think it helps she’s a widow as well. She loves my kids and they love her. Will they ever get married? I don’t know, but I just want my dad to be happy.

I focus back on Madison. “What did the boys do?” We head upstairs to the boys’ room.

“They stomped on my glitter crayons and now Momma is mad and saying dirty words while she cleans it up.” I kiss her head, and when we reach the top, I poke my head in Madison’s room to find my wife on the floor scrubbing.

Haddie sees me and shakes her head. “They’re in time out.”

I step into the room and she tips her head back, accepting my kiss. She’s even more beautiful today. I married my best friend, and we’ve created this amazing life together. “I’ll go check on them and I’ll come back to help.”

I step into the boys’ room and find them sitting in chairs facing the opposite corners. Tank turns to look at me. “Daddy, we trouble.”

“I heard, we don’t step on sissy’s glitter pen right?” They both nod. “Okay we’re going to get sissy some new ones this weekend.” They both get up and run to me. I scoop them up and kiss them both on the cheek. “Now let’s go tell sissy sorry.”

Haddie is coming out of the bedroom with Madison next to her. Once the boys apologize, we all head downstairs for dinner.

The kids are all asleep and I kiss my wife to quiet her cries, before she wakes any of them up. I reach between us, rubbing her clit until I feel her pulsing around me as she comes all over my cock. I grab her leg and bring it up over my hip as I begin to pound into her. She takes everything I give to her, and when I feel those familiar tingles start I pick up the pace until I pump once, twice, and then three times inside of her.

She wraps her arms and legs around me and buries her face in my neck. I kiss her sweaty temple and sigh.

We may have started out rocky, but it led us to where we are now. I’ll never regret any of it because I wouldn’t have Haddie, Madison, or the boys if I hadn’t done what I did.

“Chris, are you okay?”

I look down into Haddie’s beautiful blue eyes. “I’m better than okay.” I lean down and kiss her. “I love you, our babies, and the life we made. Thank you for always believing me.”

Haddie pulls me down to her lips, kissing me with all she’s got. It doesn’t take long before I’m hard again, this time I roll us so she’s on top. “Now I’m going to show you what you mean to me,” she says right before she slides down my length and then does what she promised.

Ten years later

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I stand in front of the podium and look at the back of the room. My beautiful wife, my kids, Dad, mother and father-in-law, and my best friend/brother-in-law all smile at me. I clear my throat and keep eye contact with Haddie. Her smile is bright and encouraging. I look around at the people sitting. “Hi, I’m Chris, and I’m an alcoholic and an addict. I’ve been sober for sixteen and a half years.” I then share my story, hoping to help at least one person.

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