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Mundane

Be: anybodihearme

Originally Uploaded: Monday, June 4, 2018

Oh, that's it, baby.

"Yeah, just like that."

"Right there, that's the spot."

"Slower."

"Faster."

"Don't stop."

"Less teeth."

"Fuck!"

"I'm-"

"Just a-"

"I'm cumming!"

"Damn."

I looked up from beneath my lashes at the expression on Kevin's face as he tried to regain some of his composure. Sitting back on my heels, I wiped the remaining semen off of my chin that escaped my mouth. When we first met, I would take his dick out of my mouth seconds before he came; however, fourteen years later, that's nothing but child's play. I used to hate the way it tasted but now I simply don't have the patience to argue with him.

Kevin laid on his back with one of his hands propped up beneath him as a cushion while the other was sprawled out on the bed. His shirt was wrinkled and his jeans were unbuttoned. That hair of his, a mess. Like always. But, who am I to complain?

"You make me wonder," he said after a while when his chest finally began to slow and regain a normal speed. He looked me up and down and smiled - his infamous one. I rolled my eyes and crawled across the bed until I was sitting next to him, back against the headboard. It was a quarter to nine and I was beyond exhausted.

"About?" I asked but my only response was a gruff chuckle and a shake of the head. Kevin propped himself up into a more comfortable position before reaching across the bed and picking up his pack of cigarettes. He pulled one out, placed it in his mouth, and lit it. Trying to quit my ass.

"How was work?" I asked.

"Work was work," he answered nonchalantly with a hump of his shoulders. "Same bullshit," he added with a drag of his cigarette.

"Horrible?" I edged.

"Horrible," he repeated. At the beginning of our relationship, I knew I wanted to go to college right after high school. Kevin, on the other hand, had no desire to go and I was fine with that; however, I made it clear that I didn't want to be with someone who had no desire to take charge of their future. College isn't for everyone and it's not my place to force someone to go but assisting someone in making decisions that will benefit their future is a different story, especially if it concerns someone I love. While I went on to a four-year university focusing on the sciences and then later a masters program followed by a Ph.D., Kevin went on to a simple trade school and pursed automotive technology. He was contempt with that and so was I.

Five years in, he decided that working for someone wasn't his thing and after a few discussions I took out a small loan for him and three years later, he was the proud owner of Barr Mechanics.

That, however, doesn't prevent him from coming home every night with a headache because Jimmy can't figure out how to change a tire.

"How was class?" Kevin asked in return.

"72 of my students showed up." Kevin's eyes lit up but the enthusiasm in them didn't match my tone. "Out of 200," I tacked on and just like that, the light faded.

"Pop quiz?" He cocked an eyebrow.

"And attendance points," I smiled.

"That's my husband," he said as he leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. Kevin leaned back into the headboard and unbuttoned his uniform shirt. Which, if I might add, is always a pleasure to watch come off, even if it's been a while. Fourteen years, two full-time jobs, three kids, throw in a cat and dog later, life doesn't give us as many liberties as we once had. In all honesty, our sex life revolves mainly around blowjobs and handjobs.

Tragic.

I know.

"Mitch got suspended," I stated as I pulled on my glasses and grabbed my laptop from off the bedside table.

"For what?" Kevin sat up, putting out the cigarette.

"Fighting."

"Again?" I hummed as an answer. "How long?" Kevin asked

"Three days. I picked him up from school on my way home from the university." I grabbed my coffee that has been long forgotten and took a sip. It was cold but it was better than nothing. "We have a meeting with Mr. Richardson this Thursday to discuss his behavior," I tacked on. I am not going to suffer through this alone. I can only handle someone telling me that my parenting skills are a shit show at least twice a month, not three. I need backup.

"Who?" Kevin asked, clearly confused.

I rolled my eyes and answered, "The principle."

"Did he say what it was over, Mitch?" Kevin asked and I humped my shoulders.

"When we got home, I tried to talk to him about it but he slammed the door in my face and told me to leave him alone, his polite way of telling me to fuck off," I mumbled. Kevin placed a hand on my shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze. Ever since Mitch became a teenager, I've become his least favorite person.

"I'll talk to him," Kevin shook his head with absolute assurance. "There has to be something causing his outbursts."

"Also," I began, wanting to transition from this conversation. "Caleb has robotics this weekend and I told him that you would take him because I di-"

"Woah!" Kevin shot up, almost tumbling out of the bed. "Me?"

"Yes, you," I poked him in the chest without looking at him. "Unless your my sidepiece named Raúel," I chuckled when I heard a small gasp escape his lips. He can be so dramatic.

"Why can't you do it?" He sat back down, lighting another cigarette. "You know I don't know much about computers and robots."

"Because I always take him and you need to spend more time with Caleb," I stated and held my hand out to him as a distraction from my mind numbing work. Seriously, college kids do the bare minimum. "Last week, he asked me why you always spend time with Mitch. I didn't know how to answer but I got the impression that he's feeling left out," I waved my hand into the air for emphasis. "You know he doesn't have a lot of friends besides Bryce."

"The bug kid?"

"My point exactly," I stated matter-of-factly. "Caleb and I are like two peas in a pod. We get each other but you are his idol," I squeezed Kevin's hand. "Do this for me. Put down the baseball bat and football and pick up your wrench and show him a thing or two. Besides," I rubbed my chin, feeling the slightest hint of stubble. "I'm sure he would show an interest in cars if you take him out into the garage once in a while."

"You think?" He asked sincerely. I nodded my head and Kevin smiled. Caleb, our middle child, never had it easy in regard to social skills. Sadly, he gets that from me but we're working on it.

"Oh," Kevin's eyes widened. "Since we're going down the list, Nicole signed us up for her field trip to the zoo next week."

"What field trip?" I cocked my eyebrow, a hint of aggression lathered my voice. I didn't sign any permission slip and I know Kevin didn't because he sends all three of them my way when it comes to forms. The harder I thought, the faster realization dawned on me. "Great," I moaned. "We have a delinquent, an introvert, and forger for children." I rubbed the bridge between my nose with my fingers and let out a long breath before Kevin spoke.

"With a dumb dog and an asshole for a cat." At that, I laughed. When Kevin and I first started dating, I had a dog named Duke that hated him with a passion. Fourteen years later, that hate turned into a slow-burning tolerance. The cat? Not ours. I came home one day and the cat was sitting in our living room. I can't count how many times I have put the cat out but it just keeps coming back. I don't have the heart to take the poor think to the pound since Nicole has grown to adore it.

A moment of silence passed between us which is odd in its own way.

Our house is never quiet.

"I'm scared," I admitted randomly and Kevin looked over at me with those green eyes. "Are we good parents?" I asked above a whisper, feeling my throat tighten. Raising three kids is not easy, especially when they all are unique in their own way. No, correction. Raising children is impossible. No matter how much you try, it seems as if you always come up short. Someone always gets hurt and someone always hates you. It's never a win-win situation and I am a testimony to that. Over the past few months, I couldn't help but feel that we as parents could be doing more but we give our kids everything; however, they always seem as if they're lacking in something we can't provide.

It's heartbreaking.

"Go," Kevin said when he suddenly grabbed my hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

"Mitch never gets his act together and ends up in jail."

I nodded at him.

"Caleb will become an outcast with no social skills."

He nodded at me.

"We spend too much time focusing on Mitch and Caleb that Nicole grows to resent us."

I nodded at him.

"Nicole ends up on the pole."

He nodded at me.

"Damn," I muttered and winced at the same time.

"Feel better?" he cocked an eyebrow at me, curiosity gleaming in his eyes. I nodded and smiled. "If you ask me," he added by placing a light kiss on my cheek. "I think we're doing one hell of a job at this parenting thing."

"How so?" I asked between laughs.

"Well," he paused and looked me up and down. "The last time I checked, we have three kids and all of them are accounted for."

"Good point," I smile. Smooth, just like his hair, Kevin pushed my laptop aside and blanketed my body with his own. It's been a while since we've been connected intimately like this and I can't help but admit that it feels amazing. A moan slips past my lips and I grind my hips into his and just like that, I'm harder than I have ever been before. Kevin bites down on my lip and reaches for my the hem of my pa-

"Pa!" Caleb screamed at the top of his lungs.

"All you do is cry!" Mitch's voice followed.

"That's my queue," Kevin mumbled as he stole one last kiss and jumped out of the bed. Looking back over his shoulder, Kevin winked at me and snatched the door open. "What the hell is going on out here?" He screamed as he disappears down the hallway.

"Dad!" Nicole's voice entered the room seconds before she did. Talking a mile a minute, followed by the dog and cat, she held up one of textbooks up and her eyes pleaded for my help.

There goes my night.