Page 22 of Claimed By My Stalker
The children yell in protest but that doesn't stop me from sending them to bed, I file them in a single row; Gustavo, Nico, Robert, Romeo, and Maria. Maria leads the way for her brothers grumbling aloud.
I sigh in contentment after making sure their doors are secure. Holding a firefly lamp, I walk down the poorly lit hallway to my bedroom where Carlo is waiting for me. He always finds it difficult to sleep without me by his side.
“What took you so long?” he asks.
“I just told two bedtime stories instead of one. Maria was going to make me tell another, but I’ll run out of stories at this rate.”
Carlo throws his head back and laughs. After pulling the sheets over me, he kisses me down from my neck to my navel.
“Carlo, we have a big day tomorrow,” I protest. These days, we can make love for hours. Also, I have become more insatiable than him. Most times, I wear him out. Midnight is approaching and we both have to be up early before dawn. If I decide to give in to him, we won’t get any sleep.
He slumps back on the pillow in mock resignation kneading my soft stomach.
My body has changed considerably over the years, not so much after Gustavo but Robert’s birth had Carlo changing my entire wardrobe because I couldn’t fit into any of my clothes anymore, not even my briefs. I suggested using his private gym but he wouldn’t hear of it. He told me I was perfect despite the soft belly and arm folds that had developed and that he loved me even more for giving him the family he always hoped for.
The End.
