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Greetings Petit Erik

Erik POV

A few hours later, I was woken up by something. It felt... warm. And moist. When it pulled at me, I knew what it was. Oh man, that woman. She sucked on me and pulled gently.

"I don't want you to inhale me, love," I growled and thrust into her mouth.

She giggled and let go of me with a loud plopp!

"Don't worry, angel. I'm just spoiling you," she replied and I was immediately back in her mouth.

I moaned and clawed my hands into the comforter. Under the covers was my wife, taking me back to heaven. Then I cried out, trembling and moving my hips upwards.

"Lou, you wrenched vixen," I shivered.

She giggled nastily and enclosed me tightly with her mouth, almost like a vacuum. Then I suddenly felt her start to stroke and knead my testicles. Back then, when I first met her, I would never have thought that I would marry this wonderful woman, have children with her and that she would be able to satisfy me like this. She kneaded and stroked me and I could scream again. I moaned loudly and pressed my hips into her mouth. Lou was kneading a sensitive spot and wasn't very far from my most sensitive spot.

"Yes, Lou. There. Please," I gasped.

Her hand moved to the sensitive spot and I squealed, squirming back and forth. What was my angel doing to me? Well, it wasn't that I didn't like it, it was just that the whole time I thought my most sensitive spot was on my neck.

"Oh my god. I thought it was just my neck that was sensitive!"

And if I hadn't been fully delirious with lust and pleasure, I would have realized that I was still in my wife's mouth. I thrust into her mouth and with a loud gasp I came. Lou kneaded and stroked me again before taking her hand and mouth from me. She tickled the soles of my feet and I squealed. I heard a nasty giggle from downstairs. I knew my wife loved tickling my feet. Well, I did too. And I would certainly get my revenge.

Louise POV

After our wonderful time in bed, we went into the bathroom and bathed together, where Erik of course immediately returned the favor and pampered me until I was also trembling in his arms. And not just once. When we were finally finished in the bathroom, we went into our bedroom and got dressed. We also had to pick up the children soon. It was already 2:30 p.m. and we had to hurry a bit. Erik put out underwear and socks for each of us, while I got out all the other stuff. We put on our clothes and soon afterwards we were on our way to the streetcar. We got on, rode to the appropriate stop and then got off to go to the daycare center, which also housed the after-school care that our children went to. We entered the building and our children soon came running towards us. Basti jumped up at Erik and he hugged him tightly.

"Daddy! You're here too! Why aren't you at work?"

Erik giggled and kissed his son's forehead.

"You want me to go back to work?"

"No. Please stay here. I'm really glad you're here."

"I'm happy too. Shall we go home with Maman and your brothers and sisters?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"Then come on. Get your satchel, get changed and off we go."

Basti grinned, kissed Erik on his bare cheek and then started to get changed, as did Phia. Meanwhile, our older children were already ready. Soon afterwards, we went back to the streetcar and headed home. When we got there, the children threw their satchels in the corner, took off their shoes and jackets and while Erik took off his shoes, Jere took off his mask and Basti took off his wig. They ran off, giggling loudly. Erik immediately took off his jacket, hung it up and set off in pursuit of his sons. They ran around the house, giggling loudly. Meanwhile, Josy, Phia and I took the school bags and carried them to the appropriate rooms. We heard a thump in the living room. Curious, we went back downstairs to see what was going on. Jere had climbed over the sofa and Erik was standing in front of it. My eldest son was grinning at my husband. Neither of them moved. Suddenly Jere ran off. Erik climbed onto the seat of the couch, did a forward somersault and ran after him. My daughters watched their father with huge eyes. Then they looked at me.

"I didn't know Daddy could do something like that," said Phia in amazement.

'I didn't know either, to be honest. But strange and crazy things always happen with your dad, don't they?"

"Absolutely," Josy confirmed.

At that moment, Erik came back. And his two sons were wriggling under his arms. He grinned and sat down on the couch, his sons next to him.

"And now, would I please have the things that belong to me back," he said, holding out his hands.

His sons pouted and gave him his mask and wig. Erik gave them to me and I put them on the cupboard next to our front door. Grinning, I came back into the living room. My sons were still sulking. But their father was grinning happily. My happy phantom.

"Well, Monsieur le Fantôme? Did you get what you wanted again?", I asked him with a grin.

"Of course I did. What do you think?"

"Self-praise stinks, Dad," Jere replied dryly.

"I see you have Nadir's sense of humor now, don't you?"

"Possibly."

"That Daroga makes me sick. He's rubbing off on my children."

I just grinned. Erik was really cute when he was upset or sulking. Jere leaned against him.

"So, how was school today, big guy?"

"Boring. Nothing that interested me."

"Absolutely nothing?"

"No. But two hours of math."

"Hm. And you don't like math?"

"I mean, I can do it and my answers and solutions are usually correct, but it just doesn't interest me. It's boring."

"I understand. But which subjects do you like?"

"Music and art."

Erik smiled. His son really was just like him. I looked at Josy.

"And what about you? Which subjects do you enjoy or annoy you?"

"Well, I really enjoy math. And music and art too. It's just sports I don't like."

I grinned. Sport had never been my thing either. I especially hated athletics. I still didn't like running or doing anything like that. I grinned at my daughter.

"Like mother, like daughter."

Josy giggled, sat down next to Jere on the sofa and looked at her father.

"What subjects did you like at school back then, Dad?", she asked him curiously.

Erik looked at his eldest daughter.

"Well, you see, I never went to school."

"You... you never went to school?", she asked with wide eyes.

"No. Never."

"But why not, Dad?" asked Jere this time.

"You know by now that I come from a different time to Maman, don't you?"

The children nodded and listened attentively. I sat down next to Josy and Phia crawled onto my lap, where I held her tightly.

"And because I look different, I wasn't allowed to go to school. I taught myself everything I know."

"Everything, Daddy?", Phia asked.

"Everything, angel. Of course, that means I don't have a job like your mom."

The children looked first at me and then at Erik. They never knew that their dad had never gone to school. Unfortunately, another reason was that his mother had never allowed him to leave the house. That witch! I'm so glad I never got to see that woman. How dare she do such a thing to her son and make him suffer so terribly. Anger bubbled up inside me. Phia turned her head and looked at me.

"Maman? Is everything all right?"

I shook my head, lifted her off my lap and ran upstairs to our bedroom. There I lay down on our bed, lay on my stomach, pressed my face into the pillow and screamed into it. I needed to let my anger and frustration out. Otherwise I think I'll burst.

Erik POV

I saw my angel running upstairs. She almost seemed to be boiling. My children looked at me questioningly. Apparently they wanted to know what was wrong with their mommy.

"Can you play a bit first if you want? Or do you have homework to do?"

"No, Daddy. We've already done it at after-school care," said Basti.

"Okay. That's good. Then you'll have some free time until dinner."

The children cheered and jumped off the sofa. Jere looked at me.

"Dad? Can I play the piano in the music room?"

"Of course you can."

My son hugged me and then ran off at a dead run. I smiled and went into the bedroom. My angel was lying on the bed with his face in the pillow. I carefully closed the door and sat on the bed. Then I stroked Lou's beautiful black hair. She turned her head towards me and looked at me.

"Erik?"

"What happened earlier? Why did you run away so quickly?", I asked her, confused.

"It was because of Josy. Not that I was angry with her. It was a completely normal question from her. It was just the story behind it that popped into my head."

"Oh, Lou."

She thought of my horrible past. With my horrible mother and how she hated me more than anything. I had repressed those memories as best I could. But they came up again in situations like this. Lou was still looking at me.

"I... I wanted to swallow my anger first and tell Phia that everything was all right. But I don't think that would have been the right thing to do."

"It's okay, angel. You did the right thing at that moment. And the pillow apparently cushioned it well, didn't it?"

My angel giggled and looked at me.

"Oh yes, it did."

"That's good to hear. But I hope it's not a drool stain on my pillow now."

Faster than I could comprehend or react, the pillow was in my face. I removed it from my face and held it by one corner. I held it away from me with a disgusted look on my face.

"Ewwww. It's already dripping with drool."

Lou's pillow immediately landed in my face. I also took this by the corner and kept it away from me.

"It's full of your drool," she grinned.

"Mine? I don't drool."

"Not from your mouth."

My wife grinned maliciously. I turned bright red and started laughing.

"Lou!", I shouted, throwing the pillow at her before crawling into bed and starting to tickle her.

My angel giggled and squealed loudly and tried to defend herself, but she couldn't. She squirmed back and forth and squeaked the whole time. It was just too sweet. However, she suddenly dug her hands into my side and started tickling me too. I screamed and started squealing too. Lou laughed happily and we were now tickling each other. It may sound stupid, but we're allowed to do it. Somehow I decided to do it on the fly. After about 10 minutes we were both lying in our bed panting. And not because of the actions that one might think at the moment. We did that too, but we also did other things where, for once, we stayed dressed. Oh, what do I know? It does not matter. Meanwhile, Lou looked at me and tugged at strands of my hair. I mock sighed.

"What is this with you and my hair?"

"We have to cut them," she murmured.

"What?"

"Your hair. We have to cut them. They're getting too long."

"But that's good, right?"

"Erik, longer hair doesn't mean more has grown. If they get longer, you won't be able to wear a wig anymore."

My head snapped to my wife.

"No more wigs? But… then how am I supposed to hide this?", I asked, pointing to the exposed section of bone on my right temple.

"That's why we have to cut them again. You've never cut them since we've been married. And that's been a few years."

"I mostly used your kitchen scissors," I mumbled.

"Erik! You did what?!"

Oh dear. Now I had truly opened Pandora's Box. Lou could get so fiery.

"You used my kitchen scissors?! Mine?!"

"I couldn't find anything else," I tried to defend myself.

"Can't find anything else. Monsieur, then ask your wife. Maybe she has something suitable!"

"I didn't want to cause any trouble."

"Jesus Christ!" she cried, jumping up and running up and down the room.

I watched her with my mouth open and tried to explain myself: "Lou, please. You know that I love you. I just didn't want to bother you with something so trivial."

"Erik. Now listen to me carefully. We have been together for almost 10 years in this time and married for more than 9 years. And now you're afraid to ask me for help with something I probably would have loved to do?"

"You… you would have liked to?", I stuttered.

"Of course I would have. So come on now," she said, took my hand and walked me into the bathroom.

"What are you planning to do, ange?", I asked skeptically.

"I'll cut your hair," she replied as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

"You… what?"

"I'll cut your hair," she repeated as she got a stool and pushed me onto it.

"But… you don't have to."

"I know I don't have to. But I do it anyway. Now hold still."

She put a towel around my shoulders from behind, opened a drawer and returned with a comb and scissors. Lou wet the comb and gently ran it through my strands. I shivered slightly as the water dripped onto my scalp. I felt a little goosebumps. Lou combed through my strands again and then cut them. Then she combed it again and cut off some more. This continued until my hair no longer reached my shoulders, but now stopped just before my neck. I looked down.

"Wow. There's so much hair there."

Lou just grinned and nudged me lightly. I giggled and heard her rinsing, drying and putting away the comb and scissors. Then she took the towel off my shoulders, but before brushing through my hair again so that any loose hair fell out. I got up from the stool and looked at my hair in the mirror.

"This looks way better than I ever did. Thank you, my angel," I grinned, wrapped my arms around Lou's waist and kissed her.

"Are you going to ask me for help every time you want to cut your hair again?"

"Hmm, let's see. Maybe I'll just do it again with your scissors."

"Erik!", she called, pinching my side as I squealed.

"No, fun. Of course I will ask you. Every time I need your help."

"That sounds wonderful. Now, let's make dinner. I'm really hungry."

"Me too, angel, me too."