Revenge
A Sequel to The Cantract
By
AZgirl66
Chapter 2- Reuniting
With the smell of strawberry cobbler still lingering in the air, Doc sat on the overstuffed chair in the sitting room of the Dillon home, dazzling his small audience with fairy tales. His namesake, Adam, sat perched upon his lap, along with Scarlett, who seemed to be more interested in his mustache than his stories. Ezra sat mesmerized at the feet of the man whom he'd always known as his beloved grandfather.
"One more, Grandpa, please!" Ezra begged, kneeling in front of the aged storyteller.
"What say you, Mama?" Doc asked Kitty, who was sitting across the room, enjoying a few moments in her own overstuffed chair with the youngest Dillon.
"Well, I think one more story would be okay before bath time," Kitty winked at Doc, before returning her attention to Maggie.
Festus jangled his way into the kitchen, stopping in his tracks when he spotted Matthew, Jr. washing dishes for the fourth night in a row. "Boy, ya must a really stuck yer foot in it this time. How many more days a this chore ya got comin'?"
Matthew glanced over his shoulder, blowing a floating bubble out of his face, "This is my last night, Uncle Festus. Thank goodness." Matthew couldn't see Addie giggling behind her book while she sat at the kitchen table, trying to finish her homework.
"Miz Kitty?" Festus poked his head into the sitting room.
"Yes?" Kitty answered, not taking her eyes off of her baby while she kissed her tiny little hands.
"Kin I see ya outside fer a second?"
Kitty rose and added another Dillon to Doc's lap. She followed her friend out onto the porch, crossed her arms in front of her chest and asked, "What is it, Festus?"
"Wael, there was jus' somthin' I wanted t' show ya," he walked behind Kitty and pointed over her shoulder into the distance.
There, in the soft glow of the setting sun, she spotted him. A tall man, riding his large, buckskin, quarter horse straight toward her. "Matt…oh, thank God," Kitty whispered. She lifted the front of her black skirt and bolted down the porch steps, running so fast that her feet barely touched the ground. She kept repeating, "Matt…oh, Matt," louder with each stride.
Once the wayward marshal spotted his wife, he urged on his young horse, "Giddup, Major," until he got close enough to dismount and begin a sprint of his own. When the couple was within a few feet of each other, Kitty launched herself into the air, her arms grabbing Matt around his neck and her legs wrapping around his waist. They hit the ground with a thud, kissing each other furiously.
The kiss was only broken to acknowledge a chorus of little voices shouting, "Daddy! Daddy!"
Matt sat up with Kitty on his lap, smiling at the herd of little Dillons racing toward them as fast as their little legs could move. "We'd best get up," Matt said, "before we get stampeded!"
Matthew and Addie were the first to rush into their daddy's arms. He picked both of them up at the same time and swung them around in a circle, planting kisses on the tops of their heads.
Adam was next, followed closely by Ezra and the family dog. Matt squatted to envelop the smaller children into a communal bear hug. Ezra was able to procure the coveted spot atop his daddy's shoulder, Mutt dancing on his hind legs in his own greeting.
Kitty squeezed Matt's hand and nodded her head down the road toward the house. There, smack in between the family and the house stood Scarlett, her wild curls every which way, crying at the top of her lungs, "I…wa…want…my…my…daddy, too!"
"I'm comin', Scarlett! Daddy's comin'!" Matt jogged toward the distraught toddler, Ezra bouncing on his shoulder. The children skipped alongside their beloved daddy, giggling and twirling around.
Kitty stood frozen in her spot, watching the beautiful reunion before her. With her hands clasped over her heart, she wondered, How is it that I can be here, in this place now, after such a hard start in life? I'd redo it all again- the good, the bad and the ugly-to be here right now, in this moment.
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Matt and Kitty walked with their arms entwined around each other's waists, heading for the small family barn. Kitty clad only in her blue and creme-colored dressing gown and slippers, held a lantern to light their way. Matt was bare chested, wearing only his pants and boots, his gun belt slung over his shoulder.
"I can't believe how big Maggie has gotten," Matt commented, as he bolted the barn door, "I swear she has tripled in size since I left." He took the lantern from Kitty, turned it up a bit and hung it on a nail.
"Well, she's nine weeks old and you've been gone the last third of her life-so maybe she has tripled in size!" Kitty beamed as she wrapped her arms around Matt's waist, studying her husband's muscular chest.
"Don't remind me, Honey. I hate it when I have t' be gone so long," he twirled some of Kitty's damp curls around his finger.
"Not as much as I do," Kitty looked toward the ground, trying not to let a tear fall.
Matt lifted her chin and studied her freshly washed, freckled face, "Now there'll be none of that, Mrs. Dillon. We don't have any time t' waste on tears." Matt gently kissed her lips and whispered, "Care t' join me in the hayloft, Ma'am?"
"The hayloft? Is that where you take all your dates?" Kitty teased.
"Nope. Yer the only one, Honey," Matt lead her to the ladder and followed closely behind up the rungs, playfully caressing her backside.
When Kitty stepped into the hayloft, she smiled at the sight before her. Like many times before, Matt had made them a makeshift bed, using quilts atop some fresh hay.
Kitty wasted no time. She walked to the pallet, turning to capture Matt's attention. She ever-so-slowly untied the sash of her dressing gown. "Marshal," she drawled in an over-the-top southern accent, "I may need some help removin' my dressin' gown…" Kitty batted her thick eyelashes, her big, blue eyes sparkling.
He swallowed hard, answering, "Well far-be-it from me to neglect my duties," his deep baritone sounding playful. He quicky whipped off his boots and threw his gun belt to the side. He approached Kitty, never taking his eyes from her face. He stopped just a couple of inches before her and drank from her deep pools of blue.
"God, I missed you so damn much," Matt leaned in and softly kissed Kitty's lips. He reached inside her dressing gown, placing his hands on her hips, as she reached to unbutton his pants.
Kitty ran her fingers through Matt's curls with one hand and placed her other hand inside the top of his pants. As she kissed him furiously, Matt groaned and Kitty answered with a whimper. She whispered into his mouth, "Take 'em off…"
As Matt wriggled out of his pants, his wife seductively lowered her dressing gown down her shoulders. She stopped at her elbows to take in his reaction, licking her ruby red lips.
Once naked, Matt grabbed Kitty by the waist and pulled her in closer, suckling one nipple, getting a little surprise, "Oh…I'm sorry, Honey. I forgot…" he moved his kisses to the curve of her neck.
Kitty inhaled deeply, moaning, "It's okay…really, it just…happens," she slipped her dressing gown all the way off.
While tongues tangled, Matt backed Kitty up, slowly lowering her onto the quilts, bracing himself above her. Kitty began to writhe under her husband, signaling that her need for foreplay was over.
Matt whispered in her ear, "Don'tcha wanna slow down a little, Sweetheart? Savor it a little bit?"
Kitty once again plundered Matt's lips with her own, murmuring into his mouth, "Hell no."
They both let out a small chuckle before getting down to some serious business.
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Kitty's head rested upon Matt's chest, her hair fanned out like the rays of the sun.
Matt inhaled and exhaled loudly, stating, "Woo wee, Ma'am. You really know how to welcome home a cowboy," he tenderly rubbed her back.
"You're not s' bad yourself, Sir," Kitty purred, her eyes closed.
"How many of our babies were made in this loft, Honey? Two, right?"
"Nope. One right here in the loft," Kitty mumbled, her eyes still closed.
"Ezra," they said in unison, making them both laugh.
"Then why did I think two?" Matt sincerely asked, "I could swear we made Scarlett here, too."
"Well…" Kitty propped herself up on one elbow, studying her husband's handsome face, "another was made in the barn…just not in the hayloft."
Matt scrunched his face as if he was deep in thought. "Hmm…" he teased, "in this barn, but not in the loft…"
"Matt Dillon!" Kitty playfully swatted his chest before straddling his hips. She held his hands by the side of his head, threatening, "I'm not gonna let you up until you figure out who and where!"
Matt grinned like the cat that ate the canary, "Okay, okay. Suzy? Benji? John?"
"Matthew Dillon, I swear-" Kitty spoke through gritted teeth.
"Okay- Maggie, up against the wall, right after we bolted the door," Matt surrendered. He couldn't bear to tease his wife any longer.
"That's right…" Kitty purred, "just for that, you get a prize," she leaned over and kissed her husband, long and slow. She then straightened herself and added, "I like this game. I'll say a name, and you tell me where the child was conceived. Each time you are correct, you get a prize."
Matt laced his fingers behind his head, "Oh, I already like this game. Shoot."
Kitty twisted her mouth a bit, as if she were deeply thinking, "Matthew."
"Easy one! In our bed, here at the ranch," Matt smiled, waiting for his reward.
Kitty rested her finger upon her chin, one blue eye scrunched as if she were deep in thought.
"Well, I guess I'll let you have that one. It could have been in the tub, of that we aren't certain, but he was made in one of those two places," Kitty grinned and leaned over to suckle one of Matt's taught nipples.
Matt moaned and Kitty sat up, teasingly rubbing her most intimate self against Matt's growing arousal.
"Play fair, Mrs. Dillon," Matt warned, placing his hands on top of his captor's thighs.
"Scarlett."
Matt rubbed small circles with his thumbs on her inner thighs until Kitty warned, "Not fair, Cowboy. Scarlett."
"We made Scarlett during 'naptime' while on a picnic at Spring Creek. You warned me it wasn't a 'safe time', but you're such a vixen, I couldn't keep ya offa me," Matt grinned, trying to move his fingers closer to his coveted prize.
Kitty rolled off Matt, laying back on the quilt, her hands folded over her breasts. She whispered, "I told you it wasn't a good time. As I recall, you begged like a teenaged boy, promising me you'd-"
Matt interrupted her with a searing kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck to pull him in closer.
When their lips parted, Matt whispered in her ear, "But could you imagine our lives without her? That little girl is a spitfire. I imagine you looked and acted exactly the same at her age. I love her so much, Kitty."
She caressed her husband's freshly shaven face, looking deeply into his sky-blue eyes, noticing they were flanked by a few wrinkles. "Oh, Matt, I didn't mean…certainly, you don't think…I love her with all my heart. Why she-"
He shushed her with his finger gently over her lips, "I know ya do, Honey. I know ya do."
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Matt sat up in their bed, his back planted up against the brass spindles, fluffy white pillows surrounding him. He was so tired he could barely keep his eyes open, but he wanted to wait for Kitty to finish nursing Maggie. He loved watching her give nourishment to their children. All of them had been such a miracle, especially for a man who never thought he'd had any business having a wife or raising a family. Yet here he was, married with a whole houseful of little Dillons. He was pretty sure Maggie would be their last, but he figured he would leave that decision to his wife.
Kitty hopped under the covers as Matt turned down the lamp on his side table.
"Cowboy, it's late. You should be asleep," Kitty yawned.
"I wanted t' kiss you good night," Matt leaned over and gave her lips a feather-light kiss.
"We need t' get to sleep. Mornings are crazy around here, just in case you forgot," Kitty snuggled into his chest.
"Hey, I was thinkin'…let's keep the kids home tomorrow. Let's enjoy the day together. All of us. Oh, and we need t' talk about Adam's birthday," Matt closely watched Kitty. It did not go unnoticed that she tensed at the mention of their third-born's birthday. She always got sensitive and melancholy around his birthday. Some things don't change, Matt thought. Would she ever forgive herself?
TBC
