Cohen starts laughing hysterically in the back seat, and even though Greg knows it’s all good fun, we both laugh even harder at his expression. Seems like the pouting went from the little guy in the back seat to the grown one in the front.
The rest of the trip up to the mountains is full of laughter. When Cohen finally falls asleep about an hour outside of town, Greg looks over at me with a huge smile and says, “You do know they would be more scared of me, right? I mean, come on, Beauty . . . Look at all this.”
I burst out laughing immediately.
Men and their egos.
That weekend with my new husband and Cohen is one of the best weekends of my life. We had a small wedding at a beautiful chapel on the side of the mountain and spent the night in one of their cabins. It wasn’t the honeymoon many would dream of, but that night, with Cohen snuggled between us and Greg’s arms wrapped tightly around us, I was in heaven. The last thing I saw when I fell asleep as the new Mrs. Gregory Cage was his handsome face and bright blue eyes sparkling with love.
We spent the next day wandering around town, playing miniature golf, and just enjoying each other. We had just sat down for dinner at one of the local mom-and-pop restaurants when Cohen dropped his first bomb.
“Melwee?” he asked with an adorable crooked smile.
“Yeah, baby?”
“Since you and Daddy are married, does that mean I can be a big brother? Daddy told me that you have to be married to have babies, so can I have a baby now?”
Who knows how long I looked at him in shock. How had my little guy become so grown? I vaguely remembered hearing Greg tell Cohen that we would talk about it later but that it would be a little while before he would be a big brother.
He looked over at my shocked face with a smile before continuing his dinner. My mind was still stuck back at the thought of having children. Of course it’s something I wanted, but now?
“Breathe, Beauty,” he whispered in my ear. “Little man is smarter than you think, and babe, I will be putting a baby in there as soon as possible.”
I got a quick kiss on my temple before he started eating again.
“Melwee!” Cohen all but screamed across the table.
“Cohen. Not so loud!” I smiled when a light blush covered his cheeks.
“Melwee,” he whispered, “I saw you this morning. You saw Daddy’s wiener and you smiled! You have to go to timeout when we get home! You aren’t supposed to look at Daddy’s wiener.”
Oh dear Lord! Leave it to Cohen and his not-so-whispered reprimand. Now the whole dining area was looking over at us. Of course it could be the booming laughter coming from my husband that drew the most attention.
“Oh my God,” I mumbled.
Cohen, bless his little self, was smiling huge, very proud of himself for ‘catching’ me in the act.
“C-Man, no worries. I’ll make sure that she gets a spanking for looking.” Greg started laughing even harder when Cohen bobbed his head up and down rapidly in agreement.
Once I was able to get over my shock, I had to admit it was pretty funny. We were able to finish up the rest of our meal without any baby or wiener chat and made our way hand in hand down the crowded streets of Gatlinburg.
The rest of the weekend was spent just the three of us, doing little things to keep the memories of our families alive. We each picked something that would remind us of them and made the best of including them. It wasn’t easy, not having the people who meant the most to us there. It was Cohen’s idea to get a bunch of feathers and let them fly off the mountain. On the way home, we stopped on the side of the road and let the feathers fly. We stood there, Greg holding Cohen, who was laughing at the feathers. His other arm was wrapped tightly around my shoulder, and with all the love we had for each other, we smiled up out at our family, thanking them for playing their parts in bringing us together.
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Cohen’s Birthday Wish
Greg
Some people say that waking up to your child’s smiling face is the best feeling in the world. That just that little smile can make even the surliest of bastards full of happiness. Don’t get me wrong. The day that I met Cohen, I fell in love with him. The day he called me ‘Daddy’ is still one of the best moments I’ve ever had. I know without a doubt that my son is mine and I will always love him unconditionally, as if he were my own blood.
However, today is not one of the mornings that I feel his little innocent joy brightening my day. Nope. Not when he’s decided that this morning is another perfect time to work on his cockblocking skills. My son doesn’t know it, but he is the master of keeping my dick in constant hibernation.
I was been lying here for a few minutes with my eyes closed, just enjoying the quiet, when Melissa rolled her body and curled into my side, her tiny hand finding its way to my rock hard-dick even in her sleep.
Her fingers were resting lightly against my painfully tight balls and her thumb was hooked around my shaft. Every few minutes, her thumb would twitch, hitting my pubic piercing, causing a jolt of pleasure to zap down my spine and curl around my balls.