Mark's POV.
"WWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!"
"What's wrong now?" asked Roger as he sat chatting with Benny.
"He's just hungry, sweetie. I better feed him. It's his dinner time anyway." I said as I took little Joshua from Joanne's arms. Roger immediately shot up and took him from my arms. "I wanna feed him! Can I? Please?"
I smiled widely at him. "Sure you can." I went to the kitchen and came back with a tiny bottle of mashed-carrot-and-corn baby food and a baby spoon. Roger positioned Joshua on his knee, opened the bottle and started spooning the mush into his mouth. I sat with Maureen and Mimi, and we giggled as we watched Roger trying to feed little Joshua the food, which kept ending up on his face rather than in his mouth.
"You go, Daddy-O!" taunted Maureen as she pumped her fist in the air. Roger just stuck his tongue out at her and continued his feeding battle.
"Awww he's so great with babies", said Mimi as she watched my husband doing his thing. "I had no idea."
I sighed as I too watched Roger. "Yeah he is. A few years ago, I never dreamed that Roger would ever want kids. But ever since the day we married, I just knew in my heart that he'd be able to love a child as much as he loves me. In fact, he was the one who suggested the idea."
"Well, he's definitely on the right path."
"Yeah he is", I said, smiling dreamily. "He's so adorable." I blushed when I suddenly saw Mimi grinning amusedly at me, and we both broke into a little giggle. I must really look like a high school girl with a crush right now.
After about half on hour of getting Joshua to eat his food, we all settled down to have our dinner; some gourmet Italian food that Benny picked up. Man, that dude really splurges his cash. He's worse than a woman in a Prada shop with a dead husband and a stack of his credit cards in her purse. But the food was really good. I especially enjoyed the pizza margherita. When they all said their goodbyes and finally left, Roger and I cleared up the mess and I tried to get Joshua to sleep. But he refused to sleep and instead started giggling and babbling some baby nonsense. I tried bouncing him up and down in my arms.
"C'mon Yeshula, it's bedtime. Please go to sleep," I moaned as I stroked his little head. But he just gurgled even louder.
Roger stood in the doorway of my old bedroom – which we converted into the baby's room – and grinned cheekily at me. "Need a little help there, Mommy?"
I smiled weakly and gave him an Oh-God-yes look, which prompted Roger to take our son from my arms. He sat on the chair near the crib, cradled Joshua in his big, strong arms and began singing:
Starlight and wonder
The universe seen through your eyes
The moon is a glorious halo
Hanging high over your head every night
Spinning and spinning
A flick of the wrist and a smile
And in the morning so early
Deep conversations are spoken
in tongues by sunlight
Tonight, you can dream you're a star
you can walk on the clouds
And float to the ground
And I'm with you
Tonight you can get very far
The calm and the storm, and forever yours, and I'm with you.
I knelt in front of my Roger as he sang this to our son. This is exactly the way I dreamt it: the two of us singing our precious child to sleep. I watched in total joy as Roger gently caressed Joshua's head with his stubby fingers.
We stare out the window
And look to the sky every night
The stars are the beacons of heaven,
And maybe one day you'll go up for a ride
Oh you are the sunshine,
you are the face that I dream of
You are your Aba's religion, down on the knees as he kisses your heartache away.
Tonight, you can dream you're a star
You can walk on the clouds
And float to the ground
And I'm with you
Tonight you can get very far
The calm and the storm, and forever yours
And I'm with you.
I could feel a single tear slipping down my cheek as Roger continued singing. The next verse that he sang was enough to just break my heart with happiness.
I've thrown coins in the fountain,
I've been to the mountain
I've lived through the violence,
I've seen what man can do to man
I can't promise you peace,
I can't promise you money
But I promise to make you the best man I can
Hold onto something
'cause your life's about to begin….
I wrapped my arms around my little family as Roger sang the chorus one last time and brought the song to an end. "That's a little something I wrote for our son, so he knows how we feel about him," he said, smiling shyly.
"It's beautiful," I whispered, gently kissing his chin. We smiled at each other when we noticed that Joshua was fast asleep, his tiny thumb stuck in his mouth and his tiny chest rising and falling with tiny breath that he took. I blushed as Roger wiped the tear trail from my face. Then we stood up, as Roger whispered, "Goodnight little guy. Daddy loves you" and placed a little kiss on the crown of his head. I took Joshua from his arms, kissed his cheek and mumbled "Goodnight Yeshula. Aba loves you too," before placing him in his crib and drawing the soft-blue baby blanket over him. My husband and I just smiled at each other as we watched out little boy sleep, and then after he set up the baby monitor – one of Benny's gifts – we took the little handset with us and retired to our bedroom. I removed my shirt and hung it on the clothes rack on the wall, when I felt two muscular hands grab me by the waist and spin me around. "I believe you owe me a little something….."
I grinned cheekily at Roger and kissed his nose. "Yes I believe I do," I mumbled as he captured my lips in a deep kiss. I removed my pants and boxers while I kissed him, and then we broke away to remove all his clothes. In one quick movement, I was lying in bed on my back with Roger on top of me, kissing my neck. I moaned in delight as he ran his warm tongue along the soft parts of my neck and shoulder, and then started licking and sucking my nipples until they were stiff and hard. I gasped out loud as I felt his tongue tango with my nipples, gently nibbling and sucking them with his teeth. I tried to make my voice work:
"Rog, baby……please. I want you…..inside me……now." Grinning seductively, Roger broke opened two rubbers and rolled them over each of our cocks. We gazed at each other, our eyes dark with lust and desire, as he slowly slid his gigantic cock into my entrance. I bit my lips and tried not to moan too loud, in case Joshua woke up. I moaned a little softer this time as Roger thrust into me in a smooth rhythm, whispering my name with every movement and telling me how beautiful I was. I ran my hands up and down his chest as I moaned his name with every thrust. When we were finally at the edge, Roger exploded into the condom screaming, "Ohhhh God, MMAAAAAAAARRKK!", then I came a few seconds later, whimpering his name, as I felt him inside my body. Roger then collapsed on top of me as we both tried to catch our breaths. Smiling at him, I pulled him out, disposed of the condoms, wiped us up with tissues and laid myself right next to him. He wrapped his strong arms around me and held me close to him.
"Wow Mommy, you were fucking amazing," he purred, grinning.
I grinned back and wrapped my arms around his waist. "Thanks Daddy. So were you."
He then pulled me close and kissed me warmly. "God, I love you."
I smiled and kissed him back. "I love you too, baby." I moaned as I felt his tongue tango with mine.
Within a few seconds, we fell asleep in each others' arms, a big smile plastered on my face. We have the perfect little family right here. What could possibly go wrong?
WOOOHAAA! Oh BTW, Yeshula is like a Jewish affectionate version of the name Joshua. And that song is "I'm With You" by...oh, you know who it's by, don't you? Of course you do. -cheeky grin-