I love my family and my girlfriend. I can't explain how much I love the kids, I want to do things right and think them through because we got off to a rocky start. "...we're half way there, living on a prayer.." I sing from memory.
"Thinking Bon Jovi?" she questions, immediately recognizing the old tune.
"I guess you could say that," I say, kissing her forehead and caressing her face.
Her hand rests on mine and her thumb strokes the back of my hand. "...made a rebel out of a careless man's careful daughter," she quotes the song that played the first night we spent together at her place.
"You're just that and so much more."
Her bashful eyes close and fixate on mine when they open again, showing raw emotion and appreciation. "You are one of the best things that's ever happened to me."
"You never told me that," I reply, awestruck.
"I just realized it."
I sit next to her on my couch, enjoying everyone that means the world to me in my family is here rather than a lodge. "Joshua, she should be spending time with all of us who could make it," my Aunt Alice scolds me, affirming that she does like Sam. "Sweetheart, tell me what you've been doing in the past month."
Sam smiles, looking across my chest to my aunt sitting on the other side of me, informing her of her achievements in the past few weeks. "I did it with just moral support and encouragement from Josh," she finishes, making the small smile on my lips grow.
"Is that so? I'm proud of you, dear," Aunt Alice says with a sweet and honest smile on her face.
"Thank you, Miss Alice."
My aunt is surprised that Sam is still so polite. "Sam, you can call me just Alice, you can even call me auntie," she tells her, gently touching her shoulder. This is the ultimate approval.
"I'd prefer to call you Miss Alice until I know you better, it shows respect and my gramma taught to respect everyone equally. I enforce the same thing for my children. Respect leads to trust which leads to leads to acceptance and love."
"What do you consider love?"
"Love is when one human would do anything to see someone else happy and accepts them for who they are, not expecting anything more than acceptance, trust, encouragement, positivity, and moral support," Sam explains, kissing me to make sure I heard it.
"Babygirl, doesn't attraction play a role in it?"
"Sometimes, but I look for intelligence and personality more than looks. You have both qualities and that attracted me to you before I even knew you for you."
I brush her lips with mine. "Joshua," Aunt Alice calls for my attention.
"Yes, Aunt Alice?"
"You should keep this girl. Is she like this when you're at home as well?"
"She's like this all the time. We could be out with my friends and she's just as sweet, but more relaxed. They love her too."
"You mean Joseph, Christopher, Justin and Lansten?"
"Yes, the guys I was in the band with. They love her, they've even promised to make my life miserable if I ever lost her."
"Do you plan on losing her? If you do, I'll start now," she says with a playful smile.
I pull Sam into my arms and hold her close. "No way! I want her in my life for eternity. I'd like if she would take my last name in a few years! I want to have a child with her. She's the world to me and the kids are the universe to me," I explain.
"That answers my question. It also means your four friends have no reason to make your life miserable."
"I know, thanks."
"Josh?"
"Yes, baby?"
"I don't ever want to leave."
"Good, I don't want you to."
"I'm not going anywhere in that case," she informs me, a sweet and loving smile playing on her light rose colored lips.
Aaliyah comes over and climbs on her mom's lap, cuddling to her. "I love you, mommy."
"I love you too, baby. Merry Christmas."
"Merry Christmas." She climbs down and Mikal hugs us, telling us he loves us and merry Christmas. We tell him we love him and merry Christmas, too. Demitryus had gone to find my mom a little while ago and she comes down with him asleep on her shoulder around 11. We've all been together since ten this morning and the kids in my family have been running rampant in my house, excited beyond belief. Most of the kids are in various stages of exhaustion and my family members are dwindling down to just my parents, brother, sister, Sam, her little ones and myself. "Josh, I'm proud of you," my mom admits.
I smile. "Thanks, mom. Why are you proud of me?"
"Everything you've accomplished, on top of that you've become a better person and father figure to these children than they've had before from what she tells me," quickly glancing at Sam.
"I'm just happy she gave me a chance to prove myself."
A smile crosses her mouth, one of the peaceful sort. "She did it because you gave her a reason to, now she trusts you enough to leave her kids in your care if anything happens."
"She told you that?"
"Of course not, I can see it. She has a wall up, but she still allows you to help and trusts you with her life. She has told me that you mean almost as much as the kids do to her," my sister interjects, passing by the kitchen table we had moved to once the three kids were in bed and sleeping.
"Heather, I've never seen it."
"You're so involved with the kids and her, she's bound to tell you sometime," Tyler reassures me. "She's in love with the Josh we grew up with instead of the popstar, writer, producer, actor and public figure. You've kept her and the kids' identities from the public and paps for three months, she has to mean something to you."
"She does and the last thing I want is for the paps to be harassing her and the kids."
For the next half hour, Sam's too busy cleaning to hear us talking because she's doing laundry, dishes, and washing everything down. "Josh, why don't you help her?"
"I've tried and she's used to doing it alone, so she said if I want to help I could clean up throughout the day when I come across something that's out of place and put it where it belongs. Otherwise, I stay out of her way. She's a bull and I don't want to be attacked, although there's times when she asks me to help."
My mom and sister nod, silently reminding me they're the same way. Tyler and my dad shrug, having been used to it. "Josh?" Sam calls for me.
"Yes, hon?"
"I need your help, my height difficiency is at fault."
I quietly chuckle to myself. "What does she mean by that?"
"She's too short to do something and can't figure out how to get it done on her own," I explain to my family.
I run out and help her with the task she was finishing up, getting payment in kisses, holding her front to front. We see my family out and head to our room, the master bedroom.
She immediately pulls me close and begins to give me a Christmas gift that could be opened in this room tonight, making me understand why she wanted a Christmas tree in our room. The only real tree in our home is in here and is decorated with only tinsel, bulbs and other various other details that don't require electricity or batteries to prevent a fire. She's very cautious, sometimes so cautious it drives me crazy and I try my best to just deal with it. I might understand when I have my own children.
She drops to her knees after we strip off every piece of clothing and wraps her mouth around my dick, bobbing her head back and forth on it. My hand weaves into her hair and her hands are on my hips as I stand there in front of the tree, moaning and groaning my approval. Her birthday is just a couple weeks away and she's making sure Christmas is focused on me. I make her stop and pull her to stand for a kiss, lifting her slightly. She pulls out of the kiss and motions to the meticulously placed blankets under the blankets. "Lay down, hon." I do as she requests and she sits on top of me, grinding me and kissing my lips with such passion and need that she pins my lip between her lips while she slowly pulls away. She just made me harder than I thought was ever possible. I feel it slip into her depths and notice the vibrations that resonate from her mouth into mine, signaling her approval. She sits up and my hips rest on her insistently moving body.
"Unh, yes. Mmm, baby. That's it," I encourage her, moaning my approval.
She rides me upright to give me the privilege of seeing her muscles move and how her body is slowly getting into a better state, healthier. My hands travel between her breasts, hips, abs, thighs, back, hands, lower arms, hands and lower back. The only response from her are various moans, groans and muscle movements which show that it is about me tonight, no matter how exhausted she may become. I lace my fingers with hers and pull her body close, wrapping my arms around her body as I roll us so I'm on top. I fall into a rhythm and she pulls me close for a kiss, my lips finding their way to the crook of her neck. I kiss, lick and suck that spot on her neck, driving her as wild as I can. Her breathing becomes in pants and I'm so close to getting off as she digs her nails into my back, signaling how near euphoria she is. "Oh! Mmm! Uhhhhhh!" When she gets real close, she can't form words and hitches her legs around me to pull me in deeper. She kisses my shoulder and claws my middle and upper back, bringing me closer in a smaller time frame.
I gently nibble on her neck and bite near her jawline, sending us both over the edge. "Mmm," I hum to heighten her climax and my own follows, helping her to milk me dry as her walls move in a way that she's forgotten about for so long. Her body is wrapped around mine and shaking pretty hard from the force of our shared climax. We're both drenched in sweat and trying to catch our breath as we come down from our natural high.
I look at her and we smile at each other. "Feel better?"
"How'd ya like your last present?" she asks with a frisky smile playing across her lips.
"Loved it. How do you feel about a shower?" I ask, bouncing my eyebrows up and down suggestively.
"Race you there, nekkid," she challenges.
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