We continue to eat breakfast, but this time it is in silence. Shane and Katie both get up and take their dishes to the sink as I try to get Casper to eat instead of pouting. Unfortunately, I don’t have much success until Katie calls out from the kitchen. “Cass, if you don’t eat breakfast then you won’t be able to go to the hospital with daddy, and everyone else to have lunch with me.”His mouth flies open, and he instantly whines, “Nooo, mommy. I want to go to the hospital with daddy.”I quickly coax Casper to eat as I put a little food on his spoon and raise it up in front of him. “Here, Cass. Eat like mommy said or you will stay home with Uncle Frank over lunch.”His head whips around, and his eyes pop wide open. “No. I go to the hospital, too.” His lower lip quivers and pulls at my heart, but I have to stay strong. I don’t say anything and make a motion with my head toward his plate and the spoon that I’m holding. “Hmmmm.”He huffs and stares at the spoonful of food for

We stay with Jenny for about another 30 minutes before we reluctantly announce it is time for us to leave. We say our goodbyes, and Casper gives Jenny a hug. Her bright smile fades slightly when we head towards the door, pulling at my heart. I wish we could do more for her. As we step outside of the room, a nurse walks past us and into the room. She stops momentarily in the doorway and glances over her shoulder. “Don’t worry. I’ll keep an eye on her.” A strange heaviness fills the car on the drive back home, but it hasn’t put a damper on Casper’s mood. He can’t stop talking about Jenny and everything they did. He still has the same excitement as he did in the room with her. I have a feeling he is going to want to go to the hospital to see her again. When we finally get back home, Casper darts from the vehicle and inside the house, waving his little hands in the air. “Grandma! Grandpa! Guess what happened!” His excitement at telling them all about Jenny beams off him.

I follow her order and insert another finger as I increase the speed of my fingers thrusting in and out of her wet entrance. As my finger brushes against her sweet spot, her walls clamp around them and pull them in deeper.In a raspy voice, Katie demands, “Hurry… Mark… Time…. Running…. Out…” She reaches back and slaps my thigh.I want more time to prep and savor my morning delight, but I’m leaking, and my shaft is throbbing. My baby’s needy voice and her begging pushes me closer to my limit. I pull my fingers out and whisper into her ear, “As you wish.”Before I’m even done with my few words, I move my hips and thrust hard into her tight, quivering hole. This is my heaven. As I bottom out with her warmth wrapped around my manhood, I clamp my lips down onto her sensitive neck, biting and nibbling, hoping to leave my mark. A sense of pride and possessiveness washes over me as the thought of my mark being on her and on full display.Pleasure rushes through me and I don’t wait li

Casper wiggles in my lap and looks at the women coming to the table. Confusion swirls around on his cute little face. I turn towards the women, and my mouth nearly hits the floor. These women are clearly visitors and don’t think anything about showing some skin. Their skirts are extremely short, and their tops are skintight. There is nothing left to the imagination. Unfortunately, if they think they will get some reaction out of us, they are sorrily mistaken. Gagging. Maybe. Anything else, no. I turn my son’s face away and whisper, “Don’t look at them, son.”He doesn’t fight and turns his attention back to the others at the table. I don’t know what these women are planning on doing, but a part of me can’t wait to see what kind of show they do. Glancing around the table, I look at mom and Brenda, who to my surprise are looking at me and oblivious to the impending trouble. I subtly motion head to the side towards the approaching group. My mom’s focus darts towards them, an

Jenny hasn’t stopped smiling since yesterday when we asked her to be in my wedding. This is exactly what she needs. She has been so down in the dumps since her mother works so much, and she is often in her room all alone. I have asked some volunteers to come and spend the day with her, so she isn’t so lonely, but I’m not sure if it is working. But now she is practically glowing and her eyes sparkle. I never thought the idea of being a flower girl would have this kind of effect on her. I think this is helping more than the medicine is. As I put Jenny’s chart to the side and look through some ones, Brenda peeks her head into my office. “Dr. Katie, do you have a few minutes?”I smile as I look up at her. “Sure. What’s up?”She steps into my office carrying a folder, which I recognize as the folder she is using to keep all my wedding stuff in.She takes a seat in front of my desk and opens her folder, quickly scanning down her list of to-do items. “I hear you haven’t picked out