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Story: Through the Flames
I wondered what part of her tiny baby hands would help my muscles feel better, but I didn’t care. I was too busy thinking about how her hands felt on my body.
She began by rubbing my shoulders, and as I had thought, her tiny hands weren’t strong enough to really massage my muscles, but it felt so good.
Amaya moved her hands up and down my back, barely rubbing anything. She mostly just smoothed her hands over my skin. This was better than any deep tissue massage, that’s for sure.
“Carter,” she yelled after what I would call ten minutes of pure bliss.
“Yes, my love?””I didn’t need to turn around to see that she was blushing. I think I’ve called Amaya every pet name in the book, but when I call her love, she just melts. I guess she knows that’s who she is, my love.”
She rubbed her thumbs in circles at the base of my back and said, “I was thinking we should go out for dinner tonight.”
“Anything you want, baby, it’s yours.” And that was the whole truth.
“Not everything,” I heard her mumble to herself, and my head went up a little.
“What’s wrong, pumpkin?””I was really confused about what she was talking about. What did she want?
“Nothing.” “Forget about it.” She answered too quickly for me to think it was anything serious, but she was also smart enough to keep me from thinking about it.
She quickly lay down on my back and moved her arms under my body so that they wrapped around me. She rubbed her nose along my neck and began to kiss the sensitive skin lightly.
Darn it, minx
I moved around on my back so that she could lie on top of me, but I clearly didn’t think it through because she ended up sitting on my very prominent bulge.
We both gasped at the same time, but I didn’t try to move her body from where she was sitting.
She ran her hands up my body until they were holding my lower jaw, which brought her face closer to mine. My hands followed the same path, but they went up her back until I could gently hold the back of her neck.
I couldn’t take my eyes off of hers, especially since I could see the storm of greens, browns, and oranges in her irises from this close.
She shut her eyes, blocking my view of her soul, and rubbed her nose against mine. I did the same thing, moving my nose against hers in the sweetest Eskimo kiss.
I could feel my resolve weakening as my mind tried to come up with a good reason for why I was denying myself heaven and all its stars.
I put my hands on her cheeks, already knowing that I was going to give in to my desires.
“Amaya I—”
“Hey, I’m home, bitches!””
********
I always thought that feeling was the best thing ever when I saved a life or pulled a body out of a fire.
I used to think that the only reason I became a firefighter was because my dad was one. But I’ve come to realise that the real reason was that I wanted to feel needed.
I became a firefighter to give my life meaning and a purpose. Every time I saved a life, I felt like I had done what I set out to do.
I could never have imagined how wrong I was.
I was no longer putting myself in danger to find some false sense of pleasure.
My wife and our beautiful baby girl are my life.
I used to look forward to going to work every day, but even then, I didn’t feel any excitement.
I’m excited to wake up every day now. My life was blessed.
And I was very thankful.
“Papa!” Siobhan yelled as she ran up to me and hugged my leg.
This is why
“Hey, peanut,” I said with a smile, my jaw hurting from how hard I was smiling.
I picked her up and hugged her close to me, kissing her chubby cheeks all over.
“Miss you, papa,” she said, trying to get the words out as quickly as she could. She had just turned two and was at that stage where her words and sentences were hard to understand.
I don’t care if it makes me a bad parent to say this, but I hope she never learns to speak correctly. Hearing her try to talk makes my life worth living.
It also has to do with the fact that I never want her to grow up.
“Papa missed you too, my little angel,” I whispered as I moved her hair away from her face.
She got her mother’s hair, and Amaya refused to comb her own hair. Half the time, Siobhan looked like a little rugrat.
It made me feel good.
“Where’s your mommy, little girl?””I asked, pulling her attention away from trying to climb my chest.
“She said, “Mama kitch’n makin’ din,” and pointed in the right direction.
I laughed at what she said, and I could see Amaya laughing in the background.
When she looked at me, she slyly looked up and down my body, which sent chills through me right away. We’ve known each other for more than eight years, and I still get the same feeling when she looks at me with those darn eyes.
I walked up to her, wrapped my arms around her, and kissed her like crazy.
Things were getting heated, but Siobhan was there to calm them down.
When your baby is screaming, “Kish!” it’s hard to think about hitting your wife on the nearest table. Kish!” in the background.
“I’ve missed you, Cartie,” she whispered against my lips. I rubbed her nose against mine and felt good about having my family so close to me.
“Papa, are you hungry?””Siobhan asked, and my heart melted at how serious her little face was.
“Papa is really hungry, baby. Did you help mom make dinner?”I asked as I led us all into the dining room.
“Yes, Papa!” “Mama make me shtir,” she said with a smile as she bounced in my arms.
“Then I can’t wait to try it, peanut.”
We started walking towards the kitchen, and I not so subtly grabbed Amaya’s b**t, which made her gasp quietly.
She scolded him in a low voice, “Don’t do that in front of the baby.”
“Don’t tell me what to do with my a*s,” I said, laughing at how her skin was starting to turn red. “We’ll talk about this later.”
The smell of cream of pumpkin soup filled the house, and I already knew I was going to have s*x with Amaya tonight.
“Do you want me to help you, babe?” I asked as I put Siobhan on the island in front of me.
“No,” Amaya said right away. “I like to cook for you.”
I’m definitely going to f**k the holy shit out of her.
I sat in front of Siobhan on a bar stool, carefully holding her under her arm. As usual, Siobhan started her daily recap, trying to tell me everything that happened today.
The best thing about being a father is just looking at my daughter. She is the embodiment of my love for her mother. She is my heart in human form.
Every time I saw her, I felt like a poet. I had all these strong feelings that I couldn’t put into words, and I thought the only way to show them was through art.
The happiness I felt when Amaya told me she was going to have a baby…
Unbelievable
She began by rubbing my shoulders, and as I had thought, her tiny hands weren’t strong enough to really massage my muscles, but it felt so good.
Amaya moved her hands up and down my back, barely rubbing anything. She mostly just smoothed her hands over my skin. This was better than any deep tissue massage, that’s for sure.
“Carter,” she yelled after what I would call ten minutes of pure bliss.
“Yes, my love?””I didn’t need to turn around to see that she was blushing. I think I’ve called Amaya every pet name in the book, but when I call her love, she just melts. I guess she knows that’s who she is, my love.”
She rubbed her thumbs in circles at the base of my back and said, “I was thinking we should go out for dinner tonight.”
“Anything you want, baby, it’s yours.” And that was the whole truth.
“Not everything,” I heard her mumble to herself, and my head went up a little.
“What’s wrong, pumpkin?””I was really confused about what she was talking about. What did she want?
“Nothing.” “Forget about it.” She answered too quickly for me to think it was anything serious, but she was also smart enough to keep me from thinking about it.
She quickly lay down on my back and moved her arms under my body so that they wrapped around me. She rubbed her nose along my neck and began to kiss the sensitive skin lightly.
Darn it, minx
I moved around on my back so that she could lie on top of me, but I clearly didn’t think it through because she ended up sitting on my very prominent bulge.
We both gasped at the same time, but I didn’t try to move her body from where she was sitting.
She ran her hands up my body until they were holding my lower jaw, which brought her face closer to mine. My hands followed the same path, but they went up her back until I could gently hold the back of her neck.
I couldn’t take my eyes off of hers, especially since I could see the storm of greens, browns, and oranges in her irises from this close.
She shut her eyes, blocking my view of her soul, and rubbed her nose against mine. I did the same thing, moving my nose against hers in the sweetest Eskimo kiss.
I could feel my resolve weakening as my mind tried to come up with a good reason for why I was denying myself heaven and all its stars.
I put my hands on her cheeks, already knowing that I was going to give in to my desires.
“Amaya I—”
“Hey, I’m home, bitches!””
********
I always thought that feeling was the best thing ever when I saved a life or pulled a body out of a fire.
I used to think that the only reason I became a firefighter was because my dad was one. But I’ve come to realise that the real reason was that I wanted to feel needed.
I became a firefighter to give my life meaning and a purpose. Every time I saved a life, I felt like I had done what I set out to do.
I could never have imagined how wrong I was.
I was no longer putting myself in danger to find some false sense of pleasure.
My wife and our beautiful baby girl are my life.
I used to look forward to going to work every day, but even then, I didn’t feel any excitement.
I’m excited to wake up every day now. My life was blessed.
And I was very thankful.
“Papa!” Siobhan yelled as she ran up to me and hugged my leg.
This is why
“Hey, peanut,” I said with a smile, my jaw hurting from how hard I was smiling.
I picked her up and hugged her close to me, kissing her chubby cheeks all over.
“Miss you, papa,” she said, trying to get the words out as quickly as she could. She had just turned two and was at that stage where her words and sentences were hard to understand.
I don’t care if it makes me a bad parent to say this, but I hope she never learns to speak correctly. Hearing her try to talk makes my life worth living.
It also has to do with the fact that I never want her to grow up.
“Papa missed you too, my little angel,” I whispered as I moved her hair away from her face.
She got her mother’s hair, and Amaya refused to comb her own hair. Half the time, Siobhan looked like a little rugrat.
It made me feel good.
“Where’s your mommy, little girl?””I asked, pulling her attention away from trying to climb my chest.
“She said, “Mama kitch’n makin’ din,” and pointed in the right direction.
I laughed at what she said, and I could see Amaya laughing in the background.
When she looked at me, she slyly looked up and down my body, which sent chills through me right away. We’ve known each other for more than eight years, and I still get the same feeling when she looks at me with those darn eyes.
I walked up to her, wrapped my arms around her, and kissed her like crazy.
Things were getting heated, but Siobhan was there to calm them down.
When your baby is screaming, “Kish!” it’s hard to think about hitting your wife on the nearest table. Kish!” in the background.
“I’ve missed you, Cartie,” she whispered against my lips. I rubbed her nose against mine and felt good about having my family so close to me.
“Papa, are you hungry?””Siobhan asked, and my heart melted at how serious her little face was.
“Papa is really hungry, baby. Did you help mom make dinner?”I asked as I led us all into the dining room.
“Yes, Papa!” “Mama make me shtir,” she said with a smile as she bounced in my arms.
“Then I can’t wait to try it, peanut.”
We started walking towards the kitchen, and I not so subtly grabbed Amaya’s b**t, which made her gasp quietly.
She scolded him in a low voice, “Don’t do that in front of the baby.”
“Don’t tell me what to do with my a*s,” I said, laughing at how her skin was starting to turn red. “We’ll talk about this later.”
The smell of cream of pumpkin soup filled the house, and I already knew I was going to have s*x with Amaya tonight.
“Do you want me to help you, babe?” I asked as I put Siobhan on the island in front of me.
“No,” Amaya said right away. “I like to cook for you.”
I’m definitely going to f**k the holy shit out of her.
I sat in front of Siobhan on a bar stool, carefully holding her under her arm. As usual, Siobhan started her daily recap, trying to tell me everything that happened today.
The best thing about being a father is just looking at my daughter. She is the embodiment of my love for her mother. She is my heart in human form.
Every time I saw her, I felt like a poet. I had all these strong feelings that I couldn’t put into words, and I thought the only way to show them was through art.
The happiness I felt when Amaya told me she was going to have a baby…
Unbelievable