Lyon's Heart (2 page)

After getting over my angst
of having a baby girl I went all in. I did all the research I could
on how to be a father to a little girl. Yeah they have books on
that shit. I read everything I could get my hands on but not one of
those fuckers told me what the fuck I’m supposed to do the first
time some asshole hits my baby girl on the playground; or worse yet
how to handle the dating years. Kat says it’s too early to worry
about shit like that but she’s fucking nuts. I worry about that
shit constantly. My family just laughed at me and told me shit like
you can’t raise a kid out of a book, and that I wasn’t going to use
anything I found in there anyway, we’ll see. I’ve found some good
shit in those books and then there’re some that makes me wonder how
many doctors in this country are getting high?

My dad the pothead just
shook his head at me like I was a lost cause or some shit and then
proceeded to give me advice. Yeah I’m taking advice from his ass,
my poor kid would be all kinds of fucked up.

So far it hasn’t been too
bad all things considered, though in the beginning I won’t lie shit
was scary. From the moment Kat said those words to me on the dance
floor at the wedding to now I’ve been on a roller coaster ride. I’m
thinking that shit won’t stop until I draw my last
breath.

After the wedding…who in the
fuck am I kidding? I don’t remember much about after the wedding.
Kat’s little bombshell had left me weak in the knees. Mom had eagle
eyed Kat’s little offering and made enough racket to alert the
masses. Pretty soon the two of us were being mobbed by everyone;
well by the women anyway. They were all talking a mile a minute, my
ears started ringing, my legs felt hollow and I think I had some
sort of out of body experience. Truth is I was in a fog for a
minute or two. Shit I knew I wanted to breed Kat eventually I just
didn’t think I would nail her so early in our relationship. I held
my shit together though and no one was the wiser.

In my mind there had always
been the thought that at some point in the future I was going to
knock my girl up and we’ll settle into family life, like maybe when
I was fifty or some shit. You’d think with all the fucking going on
around here I’d catch a clue, but no such luck; I was totally
floored. Her little reveal threw me for a complete loop. I guess
it’s a guy thing to be that damn dense. I’d felt about ten years
old for the first five minutes after I regained feeling in my body
no joke, scared out of my fucking wits.

I’d found myself looking
around the reception at the kids that were there and seeing them in
a whole new light. Then I remember feeling sick to my stomach like
I had to throw the fuck up. Jared and the boys were soon there as
well, clapping me on the back and offering congratulations, and the
sisters were all hugging and kissing on Kat. I looked at her then
in the midst of all that excitement and chaos and me feeling like a
stump and she was fucking glowing. No I don’t mean her face was
shining or some bullshit, nah, my angel was glowing from the inside
out. That’s when my world was set back to rights, when things
started making sense again and became more than just white noise.
When that sick feeling in the pit of my stomach, okay let’s call it
what it was, bone-shaking fear left me. It isn’t that I wasn’t
happy about our baby shit of course I was happy, my fear even then
was, what if I got it wrong?

One thing I’ve learnt over
the years from dealing with my crew’s off spring is that there are
no do overs. You fucked up your kid’s life that was it. I only had
one shot at getting this shit right and I was going to make sure I
got it.

THE HONEYMOON

“Colt you ok?”

“Yeah Angel why”

“You have a strange look on
your face.”

“Come here baby I’m good.”
We were on the beach on our little private island getaway. Kat and
water, shit; she’d live in the ocean if I didn’t rein her ass in.
That first day she woke up in the morning and ran down to the beach
and dove right in. Which meant that on our second day here I was up
at the ass crack of dawn to keep an eye on her because she doesn’t
listen for shit. If they warn you not to swim in a pool alone I’m
not sure what she thought that meant for the big blue sea but her
hardheaded ass argued me to death. So that’s how I’ve spent the
past three mornings before the sun came up. Sitting on the edge of
the sand watching my little dolphin splash and squeal. I’m not big
on swimming but it was fun watching her enjoy herself.

I’m not sure what people
usually do on these things other than fuck like minks. At least
that’s all we’ve been doing. The only real difference between here
and home is that there are no interruptions and we’re in new
surroundings. No work to get to, no one needing their roof repaired
or someone’s ass kicked; just me and my woman alone. We had one
caretaker and a housekeeper that came the second day we were here
and weren’t due back until tomorrow I think. They’d pretty much
stayed out of our way when they’d been here though which meant we
hardly saw them. They just did their thing and were gone. The
fridge and cupboards were full of shit. There was enough shit in
there to feed a platoon because Elena had taken care of that part
of the deal and had made sure there was a little bit of everything
the island had to offer. Which turned out to be a good thing
because we never made it off the little island into the surrounding
town for meals except once. When we did eat it was in bed and it
was something we made together. I hadn’t started my research as yet
but I knew she needed to eat right. I called mom almost every day
for advice at that point. Probably the only male to call his mother
on his honeymoon or at least that’s what my father the pothead kept
telling me and anyone else who would listen. Jerk.

I’ve been holding on to my
cool and taking things in stride, so far so good.

Now this one with her horny
ass is eyeballing me with her shit. I’m thinking horny is a side
bennie of being pregnant. Not that I’m complaining mind you but her
appetites are becoming outrageous and her kink was on full blast.
I’m almost petrified to fuck her the way I usually do but she
wanted it often and she wanted it hot. Last night I’d tied her to
the bed and fucked the shit out of her until the wee hours of the
morning. Yesterday I’d taken her up against a tree with her legs
wrapped around me, the rough bark biting into her soft back because
that’s what she’d craved. We’d been out in the open and granted the
island was private it was still a whole new experience for us in
broad daylight. Just this morning she’d spent a good half an hour
playing with my cock in her mouth. It was sheer torture but I
couldn’t shoot too soon and look like a sap in front of my new
wife. Neither could I throw her to her back and fuck the living
shit out of her like I wanted to because this was her
show.

She’d pulled my cock out and
studied me as if she wasn’t already well acquainted with my meat.
She’d teased around the barbell in my cock head with her tongue
just the way I liked, all the while smiling into my eyes. Then
she’d swallowed me down whole until I hit the back of her throat.
Since she was running this shit she’d made some ground rules. One
of which was that I was not allowed to touch her I had to keep my
hands beneath my head. But she was giving her pussy a nice little
workout with three fingers buried deep one minute and plunging back
and forth the next. Then she’d take them out and feed them to me
until I licked them clean consuming her pussy’s essence from her
hand.

I had let her play biting
into my lip the whole time to keep from shooting because pregnant
already or not there was no place I liked cumming more than in my
baby’s sweet pussy. Plus by that point I needed to fuck. When I’d
noticed her winding down I’d taken over.

“You done?”

She knew the deal and at my
words she’d laid back legs spread holding her pussy open for me to
plunder. She had me so hot I’d grabbed both her legs pushed them
back towards her head and tongue fucked her until she pleaded with
me to ease off. When I’d had my fill of pussy juice I’d teased her
opening with my cock head until my boy said fuck it and went in
full boar.

Now here she is again
rubbing her pierced tits into my chest like I hadn’t just fed her
greedy pussy already. That’s another thing, Kat’s a closet nudist.
I don’t think she’s worn a stitch of clothing since we’ve been here
except for when the caretakers were here that one day and then it
was only what she had mislabeled a bikini. Fuck, if women were
wearing shit like that on public beaches brothers were in for a
world of hurt.

So here we are sitting out
on the beach after her swim and I’m back to stressing about this
baby fuckery and she doesn’t have a care in the world. Every once
in a while it jumps out at me and grabs me by the throat. I keep
looking at her to see if there was any change but there was
nothing. She was still my tiny little Angel. The only change I
could see was her horniness factor was off the scale. I wouldn’t be
surprised if my shit was rubbed raw by the time we went
home.

I had pretty much made peace
with the fact that I was going to have a son soon. I was worried
about whether or not I would be a good dad. That’s the worried look
she now saw on my face.

“What were you thinking
about Colton?”

“Nothing babe.” Like I’m
gonna tell her this baby shit scares me. Man the fuck up Lyon she’s
not supposed to know this shit has got you bent. I had to distract
her somehow because I’d heard that pregnancy made women worry
excessively too. If she’s going to worry then I have to be solid. I
want her to keep that carefree thing she’s got going on.

“You want me to feed your
kitty again baby?”

“Yes please.” Wide fucking
smile damn I’m a lucky bastard.

“Come here.” I laid her out
on the sand beneath me and made love to her until she was
happy.

Anyway we fucked our way
through a two-week honeymoon until it was time to go home. Kat was
happy and smiling, all was right in her world and that’s all the
fuck I really cared about. Everything else will fall into place or
I’ll make it happen, that’s what the fuck I do.

The night before we left we
laid out on the lanai in one of the lounge chairs her head on my
chest and my arms wrapped protectively around her as we enjoyed the
cool ocean breeze for the last time.

“Colt can we come back here
again? I love it here.”

“Anytime you want baby,
we’ll come back as often as you’d like.”

“Thank you, I love
you.”

“I love you too Angel.” One
soft kiss led to another and then another and pretty soon she was
riding my cock like a Rodeo queen. All in all it was a hell of a
honeymoon.

HOME AGAIN

Coming back home was a
little depressing, not a lot because we’d missed everyone. But for
two amazing weeks it had been just us, me Kat and the baby. I’d
pretty much come to terms with this fatherhood shit in the last few
days or so since we’d been back. I mean Daniel did it, not that I’d
be asking the pothead for advice though he was chocked full of
suggestions. I listened to his shit with a grain of salt. Drake was
cool and Cy was chomping at the bit to get his hands on the little
one. In fact everyone was excited like it was a celebrity baby or
some shit. Elena was a pest and my sisters weren’t much better but
their reactions were good for my girl because she seemed to revel
in that shit. I took a lot of teasing that first week back because
that’s when I went into over protective mode. Whatever; their
excitement also helped me to get over some of my angst and though
it didn’t go away entirely it was much better now. I’d done some
things to safeguard against any fuck ups and I’d had a good long
talk with myself that put most, if not all of my fears to
rest.

My kid was going to be
fucking perfect, everything was going to go smooth from birth I
won’t have it any other way. From the delivery room until the
little shit became a grown man daddy was going to make sure his
life was set. The delivery room, fuck! I can’t deal with that
bullshit so moving right the fuck along. From the time he comes
home until he leaves the nest at eighteen to go to college or what
the fuck ever he chooses to do with his life, his whole life is
going to be perfect. Nothing was going to go wrong ever. Good
that’s settled, I have my shit together finally. I had that shit
settled in my head and that was all I needed to get me through the
day. If I dwelt on anything else I’d freak the fuck out.

I wondered a lot in those
first days how men dealt with this shit. Angel gets to carry the
baby yes, but as her husband I worry about both of them constantly.
What if something goes wrong? What if they get hurt? It was like
living with a sword at my fucking throat. And no matter how much
people told me to relax and enjoy this time I didn’t see how I
could. I got joy out of seeing how happy my girl was but I can’t
lie, I was scared as fuck most of the time. Not the manliest thing
to admit to but there it is. I could face grown men in battle but
this little baby had me by the balls. They ought to be a support
group for fathers to be just saying.

We settled into married life
easily. I knew what my responsibilities were as a husband and I
took that shit seriously. She also knows what I expect from her so
with the two of us on the same page maybe that had a lot to do with
the smoothness of the transition. Anyone who claims marriage is
just a piece of paper is full of shit. There’s nothing sexier I’ve
found than when I’m balls deep in my wife and I see that ring on
her finger. The ring I put there as a promise to her, to me to our
future. My Angel calls me her caveman but whatever, that shit means
something to me. My thing is making sure my Angel is happy, and
with the baby coming she gets all the love she can stand. Her
mother and mine pick up the slack when I have to put in long hours.
Because of all the new publicity, business has been out of control
and sometimes I have to stay way later than usual. On those long
days I make sure she knocks off at a decent hour. The kid makes her
tire easily these days so I’m always on the lookout for that. She
worries about stupid shit like getting fat and crazy bullshit but
I’m always there to smooth that mess out. I find one of the easiest
ways to make her feel like her man is still into her completely, is
to be in her as often as fucking possible. It’s a win
win.