The Mitchell Family Series BoxSet 1-4.5 (83 page)

I went home and ate a whole quart of ice cream and then spent the afternoon throwing it up. When it was time to get Bella and Ty, I felt awful. Bella came running out with a book bag full of artwork and papers. She climbed in the car and immediately began talking. “We need to get meatballs.”

“How about a ‘hi Mom’ first.”

“Sorry, but Daddy says we need meatballs.”

“They are in the bag next to you. I went right before I got here.” I looked in the rear view mirror to spy on my daughter making sure I bought her father’s favorite kind. She got a smile on her face as she closed the bag.

Ty was leaning against the building as we pulled up. He smiled at Bella before climbing into his seat. “Hey ladies. Are you ready for a fancy dinner?”

“YES!” Bella couldn’t contain herself.

Ty reached over the seat and grabbed my leg. “Are we okay?”

I gave him a quick smile and started on our venture home. I wanted more than anything for us to be okay, but I was honestly still a little pissed at him. I didn’t understand why he would lie to me. I was a big girl. I could handle it.

Ty and Bella talked about her day at school, while I drove home in silence. He knew I was still angry at him and I appreciated that he didn’t push my buttons with our daughter in the car.

When I put the car in park and got out to go inside, he ran around to my side and stopped me. Bella had the bag of meatballs in her hand and turned around to wait for us. “Go ahead inside Iz, I need to talk to Mommy real quick.”

She did as she was told and went right into the house. Ty put one hand on either side of me and pinned me against the car. He stared directly into my eyes.  “Don’t do this, baby.”

I wasn’t going to give him his way. “Do what, Ty? Give a shit about your feelin’s? Be mad at you for lyin’ to me?”

“You know this whole thing has me all messed up. Everything I’m doing is for our family. I said I was sorry, Miranda. I can’t have you mad at me. I can’t stand it. I got nothing done all afternoon because all I could think about was you.” I could see the pain in his eyes. He never looked away from me.

“You hurt me today. It broke my heart knowing you lied to me.”

His body came closer and soon I felt him completely pressed against me. “I love you.” As fast as he said it he pulled away and walked into the house. I waited a couple minutes just to be a bitch about it. Maybe I was overreacting, but I didn’t want him lying to me to become a habit. He needed to know he was wrong.

Bella was standing on a chair filling a pot with water, while her father was opening the bag of meatballs and pouring them and a jar of sauce into another pot. He put the lid on it and turned on the other burner to boil the water for the noodles. “I’m going to grab a five minute shower while all of this is cooking. Can you throw in the noodles if it starts to boil before I’m out?”

I nodded as he ran by and headed toward our bedroom. Bella was setting the table with paper plates and plastic forks. When she and Daddy did the cooking, they also did the dishes. Buying them paper plates just made it easier on all of us.

Before the water began to boil, Ty came walking out in a pair of pajama pants and no shirt. I was trying to get comfortable on the couch on account of the two little ones in my belly causing a commotion. When I saw my husband and smelled his body wash, I almost needed to fan myself. His wet hair was disheveled on his head and he gave me a wink as he walked by.

I loved that man.

I was crazy about him.

I followed him with my eyes, only to get caught and share a moment  with him before he gave our daughter his attention. In that moment I had forgiven him completely. Life was too short to dwell on little things. Ty had never given me a reason to not trust him. I knew this was all taking a toll on him and he just was doing the best he could to get through it.

Chapter 12

Tyler

I was digging myself into a hole that I wasn’t sure I knew how to get out of. Instead of just telling my wife the truth, I had hid it from her. Now she had discovered that I lied to her. To make matters twenty times worse, I was still keeping something from her; something that could be construed as the wrong thing.

I knew that I wanted nothing to do with Heather, but my daughter’s fate was in her hands. That call today had been about my appointment, but I didn’t want Miranda to hear a female’s voice talking to me. I wanted to be able to say I could get all of this taken care of without Miranda ever knowing who I had to call, but as the time went by I feared it was going to be harder than I thought.

Miranda seemed better after dinner. She came up and hugged me around my waist and when we watched television, she cuddled her body against me. Being close to her made me so happy. She was so cute when she was pregnant. Sometimes I couldn’t believe that someone so beautiful could love me.

She was perfect.

Just like every night since she’d gotten pregnant, I grabbed the bottle of cocoa butter and started rubbing her feet. She got herself comfortable and smiled at me while I massaged them. I worked my way up her legs and finally got to her belly. I took the lotion and wrote “I love you” on her stomach. Miranda looked down and smiled. It was so cool how the twins would react to touch. The more my hands moved around, it stimulated them, causing them to bounce and kick up a storm. 

I could tell it was making Miranda uncomfortable, but touching her skin, especially after feeling like she hated me; well of course I got turned on.  When our eyes met, I couldn’t hide the passion that I was feeling for her. She bit down on her lip and I could sense that she felt it too.

“Let’s go to bed,” I suggested.

I stood up and reached out both hands to pull her off the couch. She reached her arms around my waist and held me for a second. Just feeling her embrace me was the best feeling all day. I could never lose her. Losing her would be like dying a slow death.

Miranda had the biggest heart, was a great mother and the best wife. I thanked God every single day for giving her to me to share my life with. My family was beautiful and protecting  them always came first.

I wasn’t used to fighting with her; in fact we barely bickered, so the recent outburst of mistrust was hard on both of us. I felt guilty, overwhelmingly guilty.

I was already in bed when Miranda climbed in beside me. She was wearing one of my college t-shirts and her belly filled the whole thing out. She laid down and I pulled the covers up over her legs.  From beneath them, I ran my hand up one of her legs and lightly rubbed her panties. I could feel her sweet folds underneath. I’d been so rough with her the night before and I hated myself afterwards. Don’t get me wrong, she used to love it and even more intense shit than that, but now that she was carrying my babies, I needed to be more gentle, more considerate of her fragile body.

“Ty?”

“Yeah, baby?”

She ran her hands through my hair as I rested my head against her belly. “Have you ever thought about cheating on me?”

Holy shit! Why would she ever think that?

“Of course not! Why would you even think something like that? Baby, we own two cars and share a ride to work to be together. On the days you work, I spend my lunch hour with you. When you’re home, I call and talk to you while I am on my lunch break. How could I even think about cheating when
you
are all I ever think about. You have me so obsessed with you that I’ve never even thought about it. In fact, whenever I see another girl, all I think about is how they don’t even compare to you. I know in the back of your mind you’re worried about that, but baby, it is never going to happen.”

“Oh my God! I feel like an idiot for askin’ you that. What is wrong with me? I don’t know why I am feelin’ so darn insecure. Ty, you haven’t given me one reason to doubt you.”

I moved my body up even with hers and kissed my wife, holding our mouths together. Her trust meant the world to me and I was lying to her. I felt like the biggest piece of shit. I wanted to just tell her that Heather was the person helping us, but I knew she would get all upset over it. I wasn’t interested in that slutty bitch. She had nothing to worry about.

I don’t know whether it was the guilt or just the fact that I was so damn tired, but I went to sleep instead of making love to my wife. Thankfully, she fell asleep while I was rubbing her back, so at least she didn’t feel rejected.

I woke up to her trying to adjust her position, but my hand had been stuck in her hair. I heard her mumble in pain as my hand was jerked away from me. “Sorry.” I felt awful for falling asleep like that. I knew she had a hard time getting comfortable.

Miranda got up to go to the bathroom and as I watched her walk by, I felt a tingle between my legs. She had the sexiest body, even during pregnancy. Her blonde hair was getting so long and it hung down her back. Her belly stretched out my t-shirt but showed off her sexy hips and cute legs.

I walked into the bathroom and stood at the door waiting for her to finish. When she went to walk by, I grabbed her and pushed her against the door frame. She stood there staring at me as I played with the bottom of her shirt. My fingers teased her underwear, before sliding them down slowly. Once I got them to her knees, she shimmied out of them herself.

Miranda took her hand and placed it over my throat, shoving me against the opposite side of the door frame.  Her tongue started at my stomach and licked up toward my nipple, while she kept her eyes fixed on me. I watched her tongue circle around one of my nipples. Out of habit, I began licking my lips.

She reached up on her toes and licked my lips before kissing her way back down, further and further. When she released my neck, her hands slowly trickled down my chest, leaving it tingling. Miranda bit the elastic to my boxers and pulled them away from my skin, before letting them snap back hard. I focused on Miranda and not the pain of the snap. Her hands ran up my legs under the fabric to my boxers. On either side, she was so close to touching my arousal. Her little fingers slightly grazed each side of my balls. Instinctively, I took one hand and grabbed her hair, pulling her face back so I could look into her eyes.

“Be nice.” Before the pregnancy my wife enjoyed getting all freaky and rough, but she had since played things safe. I was totally okay with that. I knew she always had new tricks up her sleeve.

Miranda opened her mouth and let her bottom lip drag slowly over top of the fabric where my erection protruded. She pulled away but only to use her tongue the second time around, all the while letting her fingers tickle the sides of my balls again.

Since I was obviously growing harder by the second, she was able to mouth over the tip of my cock. She took the fabric into her mouth and blew her hot breath against my skin, before pulling away and licking it again.

Please…please put it in your mouth.

With my hand still stuck in her hair, I pushed her back again. She smiled and licked her lips. “I know you want more.” I could feel her fingernails tracing my balls as she spoke.

“I do, baby.”

“Where do you want to put it?” Her green eyes were focused on the lump in front of her face.

“You know where.” My voice was hoarse and as I anticipated her next move, it got harder to talk. She loved to tease me and I loved when she did.

My wife pulled both hands out from my boxers and slid her palms up to surround my hard cock, without touching my bare skin. I wanted her to rip down my boxers, but she took her time, driving me crazier with every second she tortured me with her pleasure filled tongue. “Mmm, so you want it in my mouth?”

“Yes,” I groaned out as her thumb traced the length of my dick. “Please.”

Miranda yanked down my underwear and smiled as she took in the sight of how hard I was. She looked up at me as she ran her tongue over the tip. As she did it, she let her saliva run down my shaft. Her thumb spread it around and down to the base, before taking a hold of it. She licked up my main vein, leaving it wet for her first stroke, all the while watching me watch her.

I hadn’t even noticed that my hand was still in her hair. As she leaned in to take her first full taste, I pulled her head back, preventing her from doing it. It wasn’t that I didn’t want it in her mouth, because I definitely did. I just got off on how much she did.

She let out a laugh before making her second attempt. I let her get within an inch and pulled her back again. She managed to lick the top, for just a second. Miranda let out a little laugh. “Let me.”

She didn’t wait for me to respond, before reaching over and taking my girth into her mouth. I massaged her head as I watched her stroking me with one hand, while her mouth moved up and down. I think what was even hotter than my beautiful wife sucking my cock, was the fact that she loved doing it.

I watched as her cheeks puckered as her head moved. I heard her moaning and could feel the vibrations of it between my legs. Her other hand cupped my balls and she gently played with them.  The faster her head moved, the faster I could feel myself growing on the verge of release.

The only thing hotter than finishing in my wife’s eager mouth, was being inside of her and feeling her come with me. I tightened my hold on her head and pulled her mouth away from my dick. She started to talk, but I lifted her up into my arms. It was hard for her to kiss me with her big belly pressing against mine, so I carried her over to our dresser and sat her down.

Her lips were ravenous as she kissed me . Her tongue teased mine as I pulled off the t-shirt she was wearing. Her perfect tits felt like heaven and I cupped them both as I kissed her again.

My hands grabbed her ass and I pulled her to the edge of the dresser, so that her hot pussy was touching my hard cock. I reached one of my hands down and stroked her clit while still kissing her. I kissed my way to her ear. “I want you.”

I dug my hands into either side of her ass and dove into her eager pussy. She gasped at my first thrust, but pulled me closer and I began moving in and out of her. “Harder Ty.”

With each thrust, I pulled her ass into me. Loud slap sounds filled the room as I pounded into her harder, just like she wanted. She leaned back, causing her perfectly full tits to bounce all around each time we made contact. “Touch yourself….Please, baby.”

Miranda bit her lip and she slowly moved her hand down and started rubbing her own clit. I could feel my release hitting as soon as she made contact, but I stayed focused on her, waiting until her muscles tightened. As soon as her face started to tighten, it was my go ahead. I crashed into her one last time and froze my head into her shoulder.

She didn’t wait for me to relax before placing small kisses all down my neck. “I hated feelin’ angry at you, Ty. I’m sorry about fightin’.”

I cupped my hands onto her face. “You’re my life, Miranda. I will never want anyone else, not ever.”

It was the truth.

The next week went by so slow. I never heard from Heather and I was grateful. As soon as this whole thing was over, I would change my damn number. I didn’t want secrets from my wife and it was important for when I did tell Miranda who had helped me, she knew that I couldn’t stand the girl.

After I told Conner about the test and what I needed from him, he was on board right away. Miranda wanted to go with us, and I couldn’t tell her no. Izzy had to be there, so she figured it was important she was too. Conner and I planned on having the test done quickly and going about our day.

I had to admit, I was nervous. Everything depended on this test and Heather’s brother coming through for us. I wasn’t exactly sure how he was going to do it, but as long as it worked, it didn’t even matter.  When her brother came out to greet us, I was so afraid he was going to mention his sister, but he took one look at Miranda and kept to his professional demeanor.

Izzy was a champ when it came time to take her blood. She had watched her uncle giving his and told him she could be just as tough. Of course she cried her eyes out when they pricked her, but she recovered quickly and once we left, we took her for an ice cream.

I ended up getting myself so worked up over this plan actually working, that I told my boss I wasn’t coming in. All I had told him was that Izzy had a procedure, so he never even questioned my decision. Conner seemed real happy to be able to help out. Since we were already in town, we decided to stop by Miranda’s shop and grab her paycheck. Izzy wanted to go in and see Amy.

Conner decided that he was going to go in and get a haircut. Miranda seemed offended until she realized why. Conner had met Amy when he first moved in. She had come by late one night after her husband was drunk and scared her enough for her to not want to be in his presence.

At the time, Conner was still going through some withdrawals and had a terrible time sleeping. He would stay awake, getting sick every couple of hours. We thought we knew how bad his habit was until he actually went without it. I was proud of him for staying determined.

Brina kept him company when we weren’t around. Van had warned her of his condition and she seemed to care enough to help him through it. I still didn’t trust the bitch and wished Conner had never hit it.

At any rate, Conner met Amy on one of his bad nights. Of course she was a crying mess, while he was sick as shit, running to the toilet several times. Miranda stayed up for as long as she could, but she was in her first trimester and very exhausted. Amy finally calmed down enough to agree to sit with Conner in case he needed anything.