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I’d fucking give anything for her to be calling my name again. Little does she know, I’ve been calling her name when I’m alone in the shower these last couple of weeks. She has no idea I rubbed one out right before Blake’s party.
I blame it on those divorce papers. Ever since I found them it sparked something within me I didn’t know was there. It’s the only excuse I have left for my madness.
I lay there sticky and spent, still holding onto my cock, I frown looking down at myself.
I sure as hell feel better, but it doesn’t exactly get me what I want. I know I have to do my best not to be a pushy bastard. She just broke up with jerk-face after all, and I have to at least try to play it cool and tread lightly. She always liked my fun sense of humor, so I’ll make her laugh to the best of my ability and just be my usual self. I’ve never had to try to be anything else around her.
I make a move to shower again so I can clean myself up and get into some fresh clothes.
I’ll send her a text and let her know I picked up a few snacks for the picnic. My heart jolts at the fact she’s coming over later and we’re going to spend the day together as a family. Other than Blake’s out of school activities, we haven’t done it in a while and Blake is dying to show her our new veggies growing and the progress Sawyer has made.
This is a nice feeling for me; I do a lot of things on my own when I’m not at work.
Farm life can be pretty hectic, but at home it gets a little lonely, especially on Blake’s week with her mom.
And I haven’t brought a woman back here in a while.
Now the only woman I want to bring back is my wife. I’m hard again just thinking about it. So much so, I may need to do that all again while I’m under the jets.
Maybe that might wash some of the madness away, but then again, probably not.
I sit on the barn floor waiting for my daughter to ride her bike home, and for my wife to arrive. While I’m waiting, I give Sawyer some love. She’s such a sweet little thing. Her light gray coat has improved tenfold over the last few months. Her ears are darker, and her tummy white, with white patches down her legs and on her mane. I’d love to delve deeper into wildlife caring and taking on more animals.
It’s not like I don’t have the room. And Blake is probably right, there’s a possibility we may need a dog, or even a cat. I have always been a dog lover, but I never thought I had the time, being so busy with work. But I’ve seen the way Callan is with Sunny, and his previous Amstaff, the big stocky Diesel. He has since passed now, but he used to follow Callan around the way Sunny does and spend the rest of the time sleeping. A farm dog would be cool. Maybe even a Border Collie.
I’d get more donkeys in a heartbeat, and I know the Stoney Creek Paws Rescue are always looking for an extra pair of hands, and foster homes.
“You’re an angel,” I tell my beautiful Sawyer, who seems to love the praise. They’re such intelligent creatures. She’s also very calming and getting more and more sociable as time goes on. She loves the veggies that we grow, especially the carrots. She also loves apples, bananas and pears too. I’ve planted some fruit trees more recently, but it will be a while yet before I see them fruiting. The dream is always there.
The stables are literally right behind the house, so the animals are never far away. It’s completely fenced in too, so the chickens can roam and Sawyer sometimes even comes right up to the back door. I’m sure Blake would let her in the house if we could.
When I hear a car pull up, I get up to my feet and dust myself off.
“Back in a while,” I tell Saw, while Bandit sticks his head over the stall. “And you guys can go out soon.” He gives me the sound of approval when I walk past toward the front gate, planting my cowboy hat back on my head again.
My grin is ten feet wide as I see Eden getting out of her SUV with Noodle. She’s dressed in dark jeans, boots and a pink and white checked flannel tucked into her jeans.
“Howdy there, princess,” I say over the gate, tipping my hat as Noodle comes trotting up.
She has certainly perked up a little since I saw her last. Maybe a few more hours of rest was what she needed. “Hi,” she says with a smile, holding up a cooler bag and a picnic basket. “I may have gone a little over the top.”
I chuckle. “No way, not with me and Blake around.” I open the gate so they can both come through. Noodle presses her paws on my leg and wags her tail like I haven’t seen her in five hundred years, when in reality it was just a few hours ago. And she slept with us all night.
“Where’s Blake?” Eden asks as we walk around the back toward the sliding door that leads directly into the back family room.
“She went over to play with Trin and Daisy until you got here. Skye just texted me to say she’s riding back.”
“It’s so handy with them living so close,” she says.
“Tell me about it. It’s far enough away we have space, but close enough when we need each other.”
A soft smile forms her perfect lips as I lead her inside. Noodle trots on in and makes herself at home.
My house is a big one-level homestead with four bedrooms, two bathrooms, a large kitchen and dining, plus two dens and a study. One is more set up for movie nights, while the larger one is for everyday use.
It’s country through and through, with timber floors and rustic benchtops in the kitchen, a big island Callan made for me, and huge beams in the high ceilings.
We used a lot of reclaimed and recycled materials. I also had solar panels fitted a few years ago, and a solar hot water system. I installed water tanks years ago, and my own irrigation system. So, I’m pretty much off the grid. It’s also not as neat at Gabe’s house, I don’t know how he does it.
