Jon cursed under his breath, that was the only way he was cussing these days. It was amazing all the little ways that having a child changed your life. And, of course, the big ones too. He had made sure that he was in bed and pretending to be asleep each of the past two nights when Alicia came home from the diner.
And each morning they had woken with their bodies entwined. Legs and arms laced and interlocked. His cock hard against her stomach, her head in the crook of his shoulders and neck. It boded the question: how long could they go on like this?
Yesterday had been his first full day with his little girl. No school to interfere. They had watched cartoons on television. He was shocked to learn that these days there were half a dozen children's channels that ran the things twenty-four-seven sometimes — no more Saturday morning before noon.
He had made them cereal for breakfast as they watched an atrocious remake of one of his childhood favorites. But Hope had not seemed to care. He had to find the originals and educate his daughter on the fine art of comedy and mystery-solving ghosts.
Then he had walked, and Hope had biked to the diner for lunch. They spent the afternoon playing in the park. Dinner was again at the restaurant. Then home to bath, read, and bed. He was not sure who was more tired, Hope or him? Being a parent was not as easy as it seems.
And if he heard it once, he heard it a dozen times: when can I have a baby brother or sister? Of course, with both her teacher and her best friend's parents were pregnant, he supposed it was no surprise. The problem was the decided lack of baby-making action. Or even the discussion of them. For all he knew, Alicia had changed her mind. Maybe she was not interested in...
But her body was. That much was for sure. The heat and wet that seeped onto his leg in the morning. The way that her nipples hardened and brushed against his chest each night. Of course, that could have nothing to do with him. He had no idea how long it had been for her. But not even masturbating in the shower before bed, each night seemed to keep his dick under control.
"Fuck," he whisper-cussed as he gave up and pulled the knot out of the tie. That was at least half a dozen attempts now. But none seemed comfortable.
He had dragged Hope out shopping this morning after cereal. Just to buy the dress shirt, slacks, and tie. Even back home, he had nothing appropriate for an occasion like this. Not only did he usually not go places with this many people, but this formal shit had never been his thing.
He frowned; how many times had his parents dressed him in some monkey suit worse than this even and dragged him to some society or political thing? At least, he had not had to force Hope into a dress. In fact, he had rewarded her with a new one for putting up with the old man's decided lack of shopping skills. It was she who had picked this get-up, in fact.
Soft, warm hands reached around his shoulders. Their gazes met in the mirror as her hands covered his. He jerked the virtually useless left one away. That was the problem. Tying a tie was always hard enough, but with just one good hand, it was almost impossible. Yeah, he needed to talk to the damned docs again.
Her fingers tugged the tie free of his grasp. "You don't need it. In fact, you could have worn jeans and a t-shirt. This isn't a formal affair."
"Now, you tell me," he sighed. "And I drug that poor kid out this morning for this crap."
Alicia chuckled, "She finagled a new dress out of the deal I see? She already has you wrapped around her little finger."
He blushed at the accuracy of her words, "It doesn't do any harm."
"I'm not saying that." Her hands on his shoulders turned him around. She unfastened the top two buttons. The damned shirt felt quite a bit better. "I don't remember my father. And I barely saw my mother and her new husband once they got married. I guess I just think it is cute."
He nodded. The silence stretched out uncomfortably between them. Was this what life was to become? Sexually charged tension, unspoken words, and only a child in common? How could he live like this? Close but never touching the woman he loved.
She had said it was not formal, but she looked stunning with her hair up in some loose ponytail thingy. Whisps of it falling free about her face and neck. She wore a flowy hippie type dress made of thin cotton material and sandals. As usual, her face was practically devoid of make-up. Not that she had ever needed such artifice. Alicia's beauty, like their daughter's, came from within.
