Jennie
"I think this will be the first bubble bath I've taken alone in three years," I tell Lisa as she sets a glass of wine on the edge of the tub and bends down for a kiss.
I wrap a wet hand around the back of her neck and hold her face to mine. She sweeps her tongue through my mouth and I taste the wine she had taken a sip of before she gave the glass to me. Even after all these years I can never get enough of kissing this person. It's our third wedding anniversary and a few months after Sophie's third birthday. For the past three years, we've spent our anniversary the same way – at home with the kids. And I wouldn't have it any other way. We don't need a fancy restaurant or a night out with friends. We have all we need right here.
Our wedding had been just a simple ceremony on the beach with our family and friends. After all the drama about getting engaged, both of us realized we didn't care about anything but becoming wife and wife. It didn't matter where it happened, just as long as it did happen. For an early wedding gift that year, Lisa had given me all four seasons of "My Fair Wedding" and a box of porn. She still holds out hope my porn addiction would become a reality.
Lisa slides her hand down into the water and lets it rest on the inside of my thigh. As the kiss became more intense, her hand inches further and further down. I groan into her kiss as her fingers graze between my legs and make goose bumps break out on my skin.
"Happy anniversary, Mrs. Manoban," Lisa whispers.
The wet, smoothness of her fingers slide through my slit and I thrust against her hand as she slowly pushes one finger deep inside me.
A commotion from outside the bathroom door ceases all activity and we pause, my lips brushing against Lisa's and her hand resting between my legs.
"What was that?" I whisper.
"It's nothing. The kids are in Gabi's room playing. I gave them a piggy bank full of pennies to count," Lisa reassures me as she begins kissing her way down my damp neck and goes back to gliding her finger in and out of me.
"Ohhhhh fuck," I moan, tilting my head back until it rests against the tile wall. "You should probably check on them. The penny thing worked when Gabi was four. I don't think it's going to work now. He's almost nine, knows how to use the internet and is tall enough to reach the matches and lighter fluid in the laundry room."
A crash and a yell sound down the hall and I sit up quickly, splashing water over the side of the tub, forcing Lisa to fall back onto the floor on her ass.
"Shit. I'll go check it out," she says with a sigh as she stands up and opens the bathroom door. "We'll continue this after I've duct taped them to the wall."
She closes the door behind her and I lean back into the warm, soapy water with a smile on my face.
The past few years have been hectic, but I wouldn't change them for the world. A year after Sophia was born, we had moved into a new home. The small, ranch house was perfect when it was just the three of us, but once you had a baby, it came with a lot of shit. We had quickly outgrown that house and moved into a two-story colonial a few streets away from Doyeon and Jim.
Business at Temptation and Bites is still booming. I've added more items to my menu so people can have breakfast or lunch there, and I've hired five additional people to the staff. Doyeon and Jim had just gave birth to their second baby girl last month and Minnie and Sehun are planning a weekend wedding in Vegas in a few months. I'm pretty sure that plan includes being married by Elvis and spending time in a lot of strip clubs. Minnie had finally found another job in marketing but still works for me on the side. She refuses to take any money from me though so I pay her in chocolate. Sehun still begs me to pay her in sexual favors and is sadly disappointed every time I refuse.
Gabi is now eight and a half years old and getting ready to start third grade and our baby Sophie is growing up entirely too fast. She'll be going to preschool this year and I want to sob every time I think about it. Gabi is an amazing big brother and has spent the past three years teaching his little sister everything he can about tormenting us. The other day, Sophie had come into our bedroom and announced she had a song she wanted to sing us. It had gone a little something like this, "I have a vagina, vagina, vagina. I love my vagina, vagina, vagina." So far I haven't been able to convince her that this song should never be sung at the top of her lungs in the middle of the cereal aisle of the grocery store.
My father had married his long-time girlfriend Sue a few months ago in a small ceremony in his backyard. Gabi, Sophia, and Sue's granddaughter Sarah made up the wedding party. Sarah and Sophia were the same age and Gabi escorted both of them down the aisle. And by escorted, I meant kept the two girls separated since they kept trying to smack each other with their flower girl baskets as they walked until they eventually took Gabi down with them in a big pile of flailing arms, legs, screaming, and crying. Lisa and I ran down the aisle and tried to break up the fight but Jesus, those girls were strong. Lisa got kicked in the nuts and dropped down to her knees, and I got scratched in the face. Regardless, it was a beautiful ceremony and my mother, in her usual fashion, took control of Tee Time at the small reception. Minnie almost became "that person" who puked on the dance floor, but a cousin of my father's dragged her into the bathroom and showed her a trick where you drink straight from the faucet and then make yourself burp three times. Minnie had wound up making out with her as a thank you, and Sehun passed out cold when he witnessed it.
I sink down further into the water and let out a big sigh. We've all come a long way since that frat party nine years ago. Lisa and I still play a round or two of beer pong on the anniversary of when she asked me to marry her though. There are some traditions that you just can't put a stop to. Beer pong is how we started and beer pong is how we will end. I have a picture of us on our death beds years from now with a hospital table set up between us as we argue over who sucks more. And then that happy picture is ruined by Sehun ambling in with a walker shouting, "Minnie can still suck a golf ball through a garden hose and she gums my cock like a champ since she misplaced her false teeth!"
I can't wait to see what the future will hold for us. We've had our ups and our downs, and we've had our fair share of struggles over the years, but we have proven that we can get through anything. Our beast of a dog, aptly named Gigantor, recently became a big brother himself when Lisa's parents dropped off a cat for Sophie. Of course it had come with special hoity-toity cat papers that said it would walk around with a stick up its ass and demand to eat off of our good china. Since I nipped the whole Sopranos thing in the bud when we named our daughter, Lisa had adamantly insisted we name the cat Meadow, after Tony Soprano's daughter. Aside from that, Lisa has proven a thousand times over what a wonderful parent she is. I had been a little nervous at first how she would handle having a little girl, but she was amazing and she was very protective of her daughter. So much so that my father had bought her a shirt that said "Sure you can date my daughter. In a completely unrelated topic, have you seen my shotgun?"
And now my wonderful wife is off taking care of the kids so I can relax in a bubble bath alone without someone coming in to pee, brush their teeth, or ask me why monkeys have nipples. Nothing can ruin this perfect moment or my happy mood thinking about the future.
"Hold still for a second. I need to get it in the right spot," I hear Gabi say softly on the other side of the door.
"What's going on out there? Where's Dada?" I shout out to her.
"She poopin', Mommy!" Sophie yells back.
Thanks for letting me know.
"You guys be good out there, okay? Mommy will be done in a minute," I shout to them as I picked up my wine glass from the edge of the tub and took a healthy sip.
I close my eyes and let the tension ease from my body until a few minutes later, words are loudly whispered by Gabi that you never want to hear on the other side of the door when you're taking a bath.
"Okay, the clothes basket is in the ready position at the edge. All systems go. Sophie, hold on tight. And don't let go of the cat."
The End