Chapter 2: Mickeys and More Misunderstadings
Ashley's POV
Spencer groans loudly. "ASHLEY!"
"I'm…sooo….sooorrryy.." I assure her as I try to still her.
"I knn...knnow but GOD ASHLEY!" Her voice is shaking and she is stuttering a bit.
I pull my head up from between her legs for a moment and see she has propped her herself up on her elbows, her eyes locking on mine as her hips buck back towards my mouth.
"You are NOT sorry enough," she informs me as I dive back below, eager to continue showing her my remorse for the scene in the living room earlier tonight.
Pushing her knees up higher I slide my tongue through her length again and pick back up my desperate pace…desperate to remind her how much she loves me and how much she loves THIS.
I feel her hips roll into me over and over as I find her swollen clit with my tongue and work my magic. I feel her fall back onto the bed and then feel one hand clamp to the back of my head. Not skipping a beat I begin sucking and circling her with my wet tongue, knowing exactly the stride I need to find to get her there…and over her disapproval of my antics in the living room.
"FUCK…you ARE sorry…" she moans as her hips push up and forward and I feel her body begin to tremble.
"Very…"
Lick.
"Very…
Suck
"Sorrry…"
Moan.
Hip thrust.
Muffled scream.
Shaking legs.
…
I am in the kitchen, making pancakes when she saunters in, hair in disarray, only in the back in a profound knot in the center.
I smile at her as I flip a flapjack, with a large circular center and two smaller circles attached on either side of the top.
My Mickey Mouse pancakes are impressive. And I didn't have to watch the FN to perfect them. No, my son had told me once that Rocco's mommy made Mickey Mouse pancakes, and being the slight competitor I have always been, I spent the next morning and half a box of Bisquick perfecting the art.
"Hey babe…" I start slowly, knowing my apology the night before might not have sealed the deal.
"Hi honey," she whispers through sleepy eyes as she leans in and kisses me quickly on the cheek. "You're getting to be a real pro, Walt," she teases as she leans over the skillet.
"Oh yeah? Well have a seat. These are for the kids but I have something special in store for my baby," I wink at her as she pours a cup of coffee and slides into a chair at the table.
"Where are the munchkins?" She implores, apparently noticing for the first time that they are not in their respective places at the table.
"Well, Bo Bo is playing his DS and I think the Princess is watching The Wiggles," I inform her as I plate the first mouse and pour some more batter onto the skillet, carefully forming the next pancake. "You hungry?"
"A little," she replies as she sips her coffee.
"How you feeling this morning?" I raise an eyebrow at her and she smirks back at me.
"I feel…" she pauses thoughtfully as she continues sipping her coffee slowly. "I feel tired and yet satisfied." She smiles at me as I flip the pancake, chuckling softly.
"Satisfied is good, right?" I ask, the hesitation in my voice apparent.
She laughs softly and nods her head. "Yes, satisfied is always a good thing. But honey, we need to talk about what happened last night…before THAT," she finishes as she tilts her head toward the stairs and our bedroom.
As I begin to moan my protest to where the conversation is going, I hear the patter of four little feet across the kitchen floor.
"Mommy aw ya making Mickeys?" Bo shouts excitedly as I place two plates on the table in front of my children's seats.
"You betcha, buddy," I respond as he takes his place. I scoop Lyla up and set her in her chair next to Spencer. "You want me to cut yours for you, Lyla-Lou?" I ask her after kissing her crazy brown curls.
"No, Mommy, I can do it by mysewf." She informs me, taking her fork in her little hands.
"Ok, ok, missy…but put your napkin in your lap," I instruct her responsibly as I smirk at Spencer.
"Lyla, Bo, you guys want juice or chocolate milk?" Spencer asks as she rises and starts towards the refrigerator.
"Chocolate Milk!" they cry in unison and I shake my head at her.
"You really had to ask?" I tease as she pours them both a glass. Re-taking her seat at the table, she sits back and smiles adoringly at them both as they dig in to their breakfast. Plating her own breakfast, I set it in front of her and stand back, waiting for her reaction.
She looks down at her plate and I see a smile form on her lips. Glancing up at me, she shakes her head. "And what is this?" she implores innocently.
I have set a heart-shaped pancake in front of her. A new one I have been working on, and I have decided this morning was the perfect time to try it out.
"I love you," I tell her simply, and she smiles as she pours syrup over my subtle message.
"I love you, too."
…
"Hey…" I feel her behind me as I am loading the dishwasher. Bo and Lyla are back in the living room, and I can hear Bo strumming on his guitar clumsily. Lyla must be drawing or something. She loves to draw and color and we can hardly get her to do much of anything else.
"Hey," I answer as I turn to face her. Her face is serious and I know what is coming. I have been avoiding the subject all morning but her expression signals me that it is time to finally confront 'the issue."
"Ash I am not trying to nag you, but baby, we have got to get to an understanding here," she continues hesitantly.
"Spencer, we have an understanding, okay? Come ON," I reply, a bit too shortly for her taste, and her soft expression melts into a frown.
"NO, ASH, we don't," she says flatly as she turns and braces herself on the counter next to the stove.
"No, Spence, we DO," I retort, my irritation oozing from my lips. "No more late night jam sessions. I get it." I continue loading the dishwasher, a bit more hastily than before.
"It's not that simple, Ashley," she sighs as she makes her way out of the kitchen, signaling that she is through trying to 'reason' with me.
I hear her talking softly to our children and I sigh to myself.
Why do I do this?
It's a rhetorical question and I have no response at this moment in time.
