"Wake up, Papa." Kiana said gently from his side of the bed. It was almost 5:30am. Sawyer needed to be at work within an hour and a half. Kiana envied his morning routines; he woke up, brushed his teeth and wore whatever he wanted. Kiana hated to wake him up so early; she would love to let him sleep another 45 minutes. But getting the girls ready took a lot less time with his help. Sawyer also needed to take the girls to daycare before work. If Kiana were to take them, she'd need to be up even earlier than 4:00 to accommodate for travel time. Sawyer offered to give her an extra half hour of rest and take the commute himself.
As both a news producer and executive director, most of his work consisted of being in the control room and commanding everyone else to do as he asked. He typically wore dark jeans and some kind of relaxed shirt. However, Kiana was dressed in tweed slacks, a black boat neck top and small heels. She'd put her blazer on later. She kept her look professional with stud earrings, a diamond necklace— a Christmas gift from Sawyer and her wedding ring, of course.
"Good morning, beautiful." He groaned as he stretched in bed. Kiana sat beside him on the edge as he gradually awoke. She rubbed his arms and chest to keep him stimulated. He grew still again.
"Sawyer," She called for him. She had stopped walking away from him after the first wakeup call many years ago. He could look her right in the face, acknowledge her words and fall back asleep within 4 seconds. She only stopped bothering him if he was up and walking.
He moaned and gripped her arm. He pulled her down onto his chest and she gasped a little at the force. Sawyer started kissing into the crook of her neck and she could feel his hands wandering to the front of her pants. She pushed against his chest to sit herself back up but he held her in place.
He'd managed to undo the button on her slacks and was in the midst of wriggling his hand into her panties.
"No, we need to go." Kiana pushed harder and stood up entirely. She backed away from the bed; he would jerk her back given an opportunity. Sawyer looked at her from his pillow as if he were trying to see how serious she was. He looked for an opportunity in her expression but she looked pretty stern.
"You don't want me to touch you before work?" Sawyer loved to ask rhetorical questions to get a banter going. He knew the answer to that question. Kiana gave him an exasperated look.
"You know I do. I just don't want us to be late for work anymore." Sawyer had a thing for morning sex. She would've been all for it if they didn't have bigger responsibilities now. Sawyer had a hard time adopting their less-spontaneous life.
"I'll be quick." Kiana rolled her eyes. Sawyer had no idea what the concept of a quickie was. His quickies included foreplay, multiple positions and at least three orgasms.
"You always say that and then I end up cumming twice so then I want to make you cum at least once and then we can't stop having sex." She said it all within a breath. Sawyer laughed and got out of bed. He approached her lazily and kissed her temple.
"I guess you're right." He murmured.
*
Kiana brought her herbal tea up to her lips. The steam warmed her face and she appreciated the feeling. She'd been in her office since 12pm, after teaching three classes and giving out exams in two, she'd likely be on campus until 3.
Kiana was hard at work with grading the exams she had just administered. She glanced around her office. It was warm and she made it a point to bring her home concepts into her working space. She had the same candles lit as she did in her bedroom. The same tan, brown and burnt orange scheme in her living room and lots of photos of her family on her desk.
She glanced at a picture she'd taken with Sawyer. It was on their honeymoon in Paris. They were kissing right in front of the Eiffel Tower—Sawyer's hand inappropriately gripping her bottom. She was fighting a smile against his lips but Sawyer was focused on swallowing her face.
The next frames were two pictures of Sydney and Savannah during their newborn photoshoot. She remembered the day they took those photos. Sawyer had been so angry with Kiana and her need for everything to be perfect. He swore the only reason she was being so particular about everything was because her husband was the photographer. Kiana knew that wasn't true; she would've annoyed anyone.
She looked at a picture Sawyer took of her and Rochelle at Kiana's baby shower. Rochelle was rubbing her belly and planting a peck on Kiana's cheek. The picture reminded Kiana that she hadn't seen her best friend in almost a week. She'd try to call her soon.
Kiana's biggest picture was of her, her mother and her father. She picked that frame up and held it closer to her eyes. She unconsciously smiled. She was about 12 years old and she was sitting on her father's lap. Her dad held her mother by the hip and they were all beaming at the camera.
Someone rapped on the front door and she put the photo down. She checked her wristwatch and noticed her office hours were starting. She put the exams in her desk drawer and shut it lightly.
"Come in." She called. She sat back in her chair and took another sip of tea.
A student from her 500 level psychology course walked in. Kiana had no idea what her name was. She had blunt shoulder cut blonde hair and was dressed in the campus regular; yoga pants and sweatshirt.
"Good afternoon, Dr. Wolfe." The student greeted with a light smile.
"Good afternoon—do you want any tea? There is water in the kettle." Kiana offered. She gestured toward the corner near the door with a kettle on a hotplate. The station was a must-have for her office.
"No, thank you." The student declined politely. She took a seat in one of the armchairs on the other side of Kiana's desk and reached into her book bag for her notepad.
"What is your name again?" Kiana asked as she stirred her tea a little more. Kiana had tried her hardest to guess what it was but kept coming up short. She'd had more than 400 students; if they weren't active in class, she didn't know them.
"Erin." She said.
"Okay, Erin. What can I help you with today? What did you think about the exam?" Kiana asked courteously.
"That's actually why I'm here. I know that it's a long-shot but I wanted to ask if I could retake it."
Kiana nearly choked on her tea. She abruptly lowered her mug from her lips and wiped the liquid from the corners of her mouth. She really hoped this girl had some extraordinary circumstances that would warrant her walking into her office asking for such a favor.
