"Why do we have shitty families?" She asked with her head on my chest. I ran my fingers over her spine and she shivered.
As soon as we left my father's home, we stripped and watched some cartoons. Yes, on my wife's insistence.
'My wife'
The words always sounded so good and melodic to my ears.
"You're my family and I'm your family now, okay?" I whispered and she bit her lip, nodding eagerly. Her hands travelled up my chest, causing goosebumps to rise under the trail and I raised a brow at her.
"No" I mumbled and she pouted. God! I missed her warm tongue on my cock. I missed watching her ride me till she shook and passed out from exhaustion but for a little baby, Miracle put her through a lot.
Sometimes, she just passed out in the middle of her speech while laying on the bed. The doctor had said it was normal and there was nothing to fear.
I didn't want her passing out while I made love to her. It had happened once and it wasn't a very good experience.