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TWENTY-FOUR

GAGE

The judge stares at me over the rim of her glasses, probably doing what every other person in this room is doing.

Judging me because I’m a service member that’s found himself in a shitty predicament.

It’s not like I’m some reckless guy that’s just out there fucking everyone under the sun without protection. I did my part. I wore a condom.

I shouldn’t have been fucking her in the first place is the problem.

“Mr. Donovan, where is your daughter now?” The judge stares at the papers in front of her.

“She’s with my wife in the hallway, your Honor. I wasn’t sure if they should be in the room. Zoe’s only four months old and I didn’t want to disrupt the proceedings.” Kiera snorts from the table to my left, and I look over at her just as she rolls her eyes. “Do they need to be in here?”

“Your Honor, may I speak?” Kiera speaks, clearing her throat and not waiting for permission to speak.

“He married the woman he hired to be our daughter’s guardian while he’s away.

A stranger. He didn’t even try to get in touch with me to see if I was okay or see if I reconsidered everything. Which I have.”

“Stop.” Holding up her hand to Kiera. “I’m very reluctant to hear anything you have to say, Ms. Marsden.

From the evidence provided by Mr. Donovan, I find it very hard to believe you are reconsidering.

” The judge shifts her attention back to me.

“Mr. Donovan, this woman… your wife.” She looks at the packet of papers I submitted, the ones with Alejandra’s petition to adopt Zoe.

“Alejandra, your Honor.” I say proudly because I am proud that she’s my wife. “She filled out the paperwork to adopt Zoe, if it pleases the court today to make that decision.”

“I see that.”

“I don’t consent to that woman being around my daughter, your honor. I mean, is she even here legally?”

“Are you kidding me right now?” I turn towards Kiera and stare at her with a look that has her flinching. Turning my attention back to the judge.

“Your Honor, my wife has been a citizen for five years and we submitted all paperwork to prove that, along with our legal marriage license.” I can’t believe that Kiera would pull this shit right now, and it’s taking everything in me to keep my shit together.

“Mr. Donovan, I’m not even going to dignify Ms. Marsden’s comment with a response.” She stares disapprovingly at Kiera, then draws in a deep breath. “Are you and your wife willing to accept all financial responsibility for Zoe?”

“We already do, your Honor. I don’t want anything from Ms. Marsden. Although a restraining order would be appreciated, I don’t want her on my property again, nor do I want her around my wife and daughter.”

“How about for your daughter to know the woman who she shares DNA with? The one who birthed her.” Kiera huffs and looks at the judge. “I have rights, don’t I?”

“Okay, I’ve heard enough.” The judge throws her glasses down in front of her, rubbing her eyes. “Roger.”

The bailiff moves in front of her. “Ma’am?”

“Will you please go out in the hall and get Mrs. Donovan and Zoe?”

“Of course,” and he walks through the double doors, moments later appearing with Ale and Zoe.

“Mrs. Donovan, will you come and stand with your husband, please?”

Ale nods and follows the bailiff up the aisle and doesn’t even look at Kiera. She stands beside me with Zoe asleep on her chest in the carrier. The judge gives her a once-over and stays stoic.

Fuck, is that bad?

“Ms. Marsden, you left a newborn on the porch of a house in the middle of the night. You didn’t try to contact her father to let him know you were pregnant.”

“—He was deployed. What was I supposed to do, leave him a voicemail?”

“Do not interrupt me again, Ms. Marsden, or I will hold you in contempt.” The judge takes a sip of water and continues.

“I find it very unlikely that you actually care about this child, as you made no efforts to get in contact with Mr. Donovan prior to your one visit to his home. I do not think you have Zoe’s best interest at heart. ”

Don’t get your hopes up, Gage.

Is there a but coming?

“I am granting the petition for Mrs. Donovan to adopt Zoe Jane Donovan, hereby dissolving your parental rights, Ms. Marsden. In addition to that, I am also granting the request for a restraining order.”

Fuck yes!

For once, the courts are working in the father’s favor, and I am so fucking happy they are. “Thank you, your Honor.” My voice shakes a little as I try to hold back the tears.

“Once the social worker conducts the home study and gives their clearance, I’ll see you in three months for the formal decree.” The judge smiles. “But in the meantime, the restraining order will be active from today.”

“Your Honor, what if I’m deployed when it’s approved?” There is a high probability that could happen, and I grab Ale’s hand for comfort. I wouldn’t want to miss that moment.

“I’m sure we can do a tele-hearing on your behalf, Mr. Donovan.” The judge clicks a few things on her computer, then gathers the paperwork, shoving everything into a folder. “Okay, you can go to the recorder and get the paperwork from today.”

Kiera grabs her bag, grunts in disgust, and leaves the courtroom. I help gather our paperwork, the diaper bag, and guide Ale out of the room. “That went so much better than I expected.” I whisper in her ear as we enter the hallway.

“I know,” she smiles and then leans into me and I wrap my arm around her waist. “She was so mad. You don’t think she would try anything. I mean, I know the judge gave us a restraining order, but is she that vindictive?”

I wouldn’t put anything past Kiera at this point.

The steakhouse I planned on taking Ale and Zoe to had a huge waitlist, and I didn’t want to put my girls through that kind of wait.

So I found the closest halfway decent place to eat.

Ale sits across from me, watching me feed Zoe her bottle, her plate of sopes no doubt going cold.

“Eat.” I narrow my eyes at her. “Don’t make me scoot over there and feed you, too. ”

The prettiest smile graces her face as she picks up her fork and knife to cut into her food. She picks up a bite, then lifts her head so I can watch her put the bite in her mouth. “Happy?”

“ No me molestes, Hermosa. Tengo algo que puede llenar tú boca. ”

Someone coughs behind me, and Ale laughs. “ ?Lo siento mucho! Disculpen a mi esposo. ”

“Don’t apologize for me, baby. I meant it. Keep sassing me.” I lean forward, shifting a now sleeping Zoe and whisper. “I’ll have you choking on my cock on the way home.”

“ Lo que quieras, mi amor. ” She takes another bite, chewing slowly.

Fuck this.

I get up and head towards the counter.

“What are you doing?” She asks, whipping her head around.

“Getting to-go containers for our food.”

I need to be inside her.

The speed at which I handed her Zoe, packed up all our food and hustled her out to the truck could probably break records.

I need to get her home and in our bed now.

As much as I want to fuck her pretty mouth right here in the truck, I love her and Zoe too much to put them at risk.

Not saying that I won’t fuck her in the truck at some point, but not while I’m so riled up.

I wouldn’t want to lose focus on driving.

I’d never forgive myself.

Pulling into the driveway, I throw the truck in park and kill the engine. “You grab the food and I’ll grab Zoe. Meet me in the room. I want you on the bed. Naked.”

“Okay.”

We get out and hustle into the house; she makes her way to the kitchen while I take Zoe up to her room. I pray to God that Zoe transfers to her crib without waking. For the love of God, child, please do me this one solid. She doesn’t wake while I unbuckle her and gently lay her down.

Fuck, yeah. I do some air punches. Time to go fuck my wife until she screams my name.

Closing our door behind me, I turn and find Ale, buck naked on our bed, legs spread with her fingers buried in her pussy. “I see you got started without me.” Pulling my shirt over my head and unbuckling my belt. A thought crosses my mind and I hold up a finger. “Pause, I’m grabbing something.”

“Gage?” Ale calls after me as I leave the room and head to my gear room. Throwing open one of the storage drawers, I grab a bundle of 550 cord and run back to the bedroom with my pants around my ankles.

“Flip over, pretty girl. I want you face down and ass up with those hands behind your back.” Heat flashes behind her eyes and she eagerly flips over and slowly rises into position, giving me a full view of her ass and pussy.

I kick my pants off and cross the room to the bed, dragging her to the edge and burying my face in her cunt.

“Gage, please . I need you inside of me.”

I give her ass a smack. “I’m enjoying my meal, Hermosa. Hands behind your back.”

Ale put her hands at the small of her back and I unravel some of the cord and fashion a set of cuffs. “Fuck, you look so perfect for me like this. Can I take a picture of you like this, baby, for when I’m gone and need you?” I push two fingers into her dripping cunt and stroke her front wall.

“Yes, God, yes. Take pictures, videos, whatever you want.”

Video would be so fucking good to have.

“Yeah? You’d be okay with that?” I ask, slowing the thrust of my fingers inside her. “I need you to be one hundred percent okay with me having pictures or video of you like this, Hermosa .”

“I trust you, Gage.”

She trusts me.

With her heart and her body. I couldn’t ask for a better woman.

“I’d never share them, you know that, right?” I withdraw my fingers and move towards my pants, grabbing my cellphone.

“I feel that if anyone saw me naked, you’d gouge their eyes out.” She giggles and flips her head to the side so she's looking at me.

“ Hermosa , you have no idea.” I smirk, opening the camera and taking a few pictures. “I’d kill a man.”

I move behind her, switching to recording. “So fucking perfect, baby.” Stroking my cock as I watch her pussy clench, dripping with her arousal. “You ready for your husband to fuck your perfect cunt?”

“Yes,” she moans, arching her back and lowering her ass, spreading her thighs. “Fuck me, Carino.”

“This is gonna be quick, pretty girl. My cock’s already leaking for you and having you all tied up like this is too fucking perfect.

” I position myself at the edge of the bed, grabbing her hip with my free hand.

The head of my cock teases at her entrance and Ale gasps as I push in.

“You take me so well now, baby. Your pussy looks so pretty stretched around my dick.” She rocks back, taking more of me inside of her.

“Oh, fuck… You feel so… so good inside of me.” Whimpering as I bottom out, my hips flush with her ass. The phone pointed directly at where we’re joined. I pull back slowly and groan as her warm cunt tries to keep a hold of me.

“That’s it. Fuck yourself on my cock.” I let go of her and let her take over from the bottom, watching her ass bounce off my hips. “ Dámelo .”

Ale’s pussy gets wetter and I smirk, moving the phone to get a view of her face. “Does my pretty girl like when her husband talks dirty to her in Spanish?”

“ Sí ,” she pants and moans when I meet her hips with my thrusts. Her lips part, eyes close, and she clenches around me. “Gage, I—I’m…”

“I know, baby. Fuck…” I prop the phone up as best I can and if all it catches is the audio, then fuck it. Gripping the middle of her bound hands, I pound into her. “Fucking come for me again, Hermosa . I need to feel you coming around me when I fill my pussy.”

Ale whimpers as I take my other free hand and push up on her lower stomach. “Ohhhh, fuuuuck. Gage…Gage,” then her words stop and all that comes out are unintelligible moans.

Within seconds, her pussy gets wetter and wetter.

Oh my God, she’s gonna squirt like this.

I splay my palm on her stomach and press.

Using the bed frame to give my footing some purchase, I adjust the angle of my cock down and don’t stop.

The wet suction sound as she comes has my eyes rolling back, my balls tightening, and my cum spilling so deep inside her.

“Oh fuck , Ale.” I moan as I feel every flutter of her cunt around my cock as I twitch inside her. “Good girl, baby. Such a good fucking girl.”