Wrapping Up (Novella) Mitchell Family 4.5 (Wrapping Up Novella 4.5) (2 page)

I held my nose. “Yeah.”

“Well, what the hell could be causing this backup?”

A pair of underwear and a pack of marbles……..

“I’ll call the septic guy.” I hurried out of the room before he could ask me any questions.

“We need to get this fixed before everyone shows
up; otherwise we will need to move Thanksgiving back to Mom’s house.” Colt’s words made me sad. This was my first time making dinner at our house. The whole family was coming and I was so excited about it. The last thing I wanted was to have to move dinner because of a drain problem.

Since I knew that the family was coming in the morning, I had to find a septic guy that could fix our problem
immediately. Just one accidental flush and we’d be looking at new carpet.  I was mad at my son, but I was also afraid of what his punishment was going to be once his father found out what he’d put down the drain.

Once I got a hold of a company, I went into my son’s room and found him pouting on his bed. “Are you going to explain to me why you flushed a pair of underwear down the toilet?”

“I heard you saying that you had all of the laundry in the house done, so when something bad happened, I just flushed them.”

“Something bad? What are you talking about, child?”

“I sharted.” Now, I wasn’t sure what was more shocking. The fact that my child said the word or that he knew what it was.

“You what?” I just needed to hear it once more, in case I was losing my mind.

“I sharted and got poop in my underwear. I didn’t want you to be mad at me.” He looked down at his bed and traced the fabric. “It wouldn’t go down, so I put the marbles on it to make it heavier.”

“Stop saying that word, Noah. That isn’
t a nice word.”

He looked really afraid. “Are you going to tell Dad?”

I threw my hands up in the air. “I don’t know what to do. I mean, the whole family will be here tomorrow and you have now clogged up all of the drains with marbles and underwear. There is no telling how much it is going to cost us. Why would you do something like that? You know better and who taught you the word ‘shart’?”

Some little kid at school was really going to pay…

“Uncle Ty.”

Chapter 2

Colt

After paying out the ass for someone to make a service call after hours, to unclog my son’s underwear from our plumbing, Noah sat on the couch waiting for me. He knew he was in deep shit and refused to even look at me.

“Son, why would you do something like that?”

He shrugged his shoulders and said nothing.

“Look at me when I’m talkin’ to you.”

Noah looked up, but was still
sniffling from when the serviceman came inside with a pair of little boy underwear and a handful of marbles. He knew right there, his secret had been revealed. I could have guessed as much. Christian was too small to flush a toilet and Savanna and I would never have done something like that.

“Noah, you just cost your mother and I a lot of money. I just want to know why you chose the
toilet. Why didn’t you just throw them in the trash?”

Savanna came up behind me and tapped me on the shoulder. “He didn’t want us to know that he had an accident.”

An accident? He was almost six years old. “
Was he sick to his stomach?”

Savanna held her hands up like she had no clue why he’d done it. We both looked over at Noah. “I wasn’t sick, I just sharted.”

“Sharted? What the..? What is a shart?”
Apparently I was getting too old for all these new terms.

My wife put her hand over her mouth, unable to contain her laughter. Obviously, it was something I should have known. “Colt, Babe, think about the word.”

Before I could take her advice, my son started talking. “Dad, it’s when you fart and you accidentally shit yourself.” He just sat there with his head down, like he hadn’t used profanity in front of his mother and I.”

“Boy, get your ass up into that bathroom, now!” Noah started crying and stomped up to the bathroom. Before following him, I turned around to see my wife hunched over, laughing even harder than before. “What?”

“Before you punish him, I think you need to ask him where he learned that from.”

I started walking up the steps, but stopped halfway. “Was it you?”

She shook her head and let out a few more cackles. “Of course not! Just ask your son. It makes everything even funnier.”

I was so
pissed at Noah that I wasn’t even thinking about where he learned the word and its meaning. He was sitting on the edge of his tub, probably praying that I was going to forget he was in there. As I walked into the room, I saw him trying to scoot further away from me.  I reached behind my son and grabbed the bar of soap. He looked up at me and I saw the tears in his eyes. “When I was your age, I said a bad word in front of my mother. Your granddaddy drug me up to the bathroom and washed my mouth out with soap. Do you understand why I’m doin’ this?”

“But Uncle Ty said….”

“What? Wait!” I pulled the soap away from my son’s face. “Did he tell you to say that word?”

He shrugged his little shoulders. “I heard him ask Uncle Conner if he’d done it. Then I asked him what it was. Dad, I didn’t know it was a bad word, I swear. Please don’t make me eat the soap. I don’t even like the smell of flowers.”

I leaned back against the sink and shook my head. I was going to kick my cousin’s ass when they arrived. “Go downstairs with your mother, kid.”

“You mean
, I’m not in trouble?”

I patted him on the head. “I will let this one slide, but the next time you will be sittin’ here with this bar of soap, you understand?”

He shook his head. “Yes, Sir.”

Later that night, I found myself trying to get some paperwork done before the family started arriving. My in
-laws were going to be staying with us, so I just wanted to be able to take a few days off without any interruptions.

My computer chimed that I had a message, so I went on the screen to check it.
It was Ty.

We should be there around eleven in the morning.

Plan on getting your ass kicked.

Why the hell would you do that?

Because you’re an asshole.

Screw you Colt! I didn’t do anything to you.

Teaching my son curse words????? Yeah, you suck!

THIS IS MIRANDA! So what word did he teach him?

Shart.

That’s not even what he considers bad.

I’m still kicking his ass.

He say’s bring it on.

See you around eleven.

Ty say’s he loves you and can’t wait!

Those two couldn’t be serious for even a second.

Savanna came walking into the office a few minutes later. “Hey, Babe, I took care of all the invoices earlier. What are you still doing in here?” She came around the desk and sat on my l
ap. Her little belly was starting to really pop out and I couldn’t help rubbing it every second I got.

“I was just making sure we could have a few days without
interruptions. I made sure the new batch of chickens isn’t comin’ in until next week. I gave everyone off the day after Thanksgiving, so they could be with their families. Conner said he would give me a hand while he’s here and I’m sure Ty will help too, if anything comes up.” I kept rubbing her belly. “How is my little one treating their Momma today?”

“
This one in my belly isn’t giving me any problems, but Christian is being difficult. I think she’s going to end up sleeping in our bed again.”

With Savanna sitting on my lap and feeling her ass grinding into me, the last thing I
wanted to hear was that we were going to have a child sleeping between us. Christian had been going through something and her schedule was all sorts of messed up. In order for Savanna and I to be coherent the next morning, we started putting her in bed with us. Of course, now the child preferred sleeping in our bed, over her own.  I brought my hands up from her belly to her breasts and cupped them in both of my hands. She leaned back against my body. “I was kinda hopin’ to have some alone time with my wife before the house fills up.”

Savanna looked up into my eyes and ran her hand over the stubble on my cheeks. “We’re alone right now.”

Her blue eyes told me everything I wanted to know. Because she was sitting with her back against my chest, I lifted her off of me and backed her up against the desk. With one swift lift, she was sitting on the edge of it, facing me. I wheeled my office chair in between her legs, spreading her open for me.

Savanna’s arms wrapped around me and her lips found mine. We didn’t have very much alone time, so moments like this were taken very seriously. Her tongue vigorously stroked mine and I could hear soft moans escaping her little mouth.
My chair creaked as I ran my hands up my wife’s thighs, tugging down her panties. She pulled her face back away from mine to watch me.

I stood up from the chair to unfasten my belt. Before I could get to my jeans, she was already unbuttoning them. “We better be fast before she wakes back up.”
Her finger brushed over my lips and she traced them with it. I watched her bite her lip. It made me lick and bite mine.  I leaned my forehead against hers.

I let out a
chuckle and ran my hand up the back of my wife’s head. “There ain’t never enough time for me to do all the things I want to do to you.”

Savanna grabbed the collar to my shirt. She pulled me even closer into our kiss while holding me tightly as her lips drug over mine. Her soft tongue played with my bottom lip before she bit it. I finally paused for
her to pull off my shirt and our mouths only separated for second as it left my head. Savanna slowly kissed my chin, while I held my head back and absorbed how amazing her tongue felt, as she drug it against my neck. With both of her hands she began feeling my chest, paying close attention to my nipples. When she reached them she pinched them both while nibbling on my throat.

My wife wanted me and I was going to have her right there on the desk. Once her panties were off of her ankles it was easy for me to slide my finger inside of her sexy warmth.  I heard her soft moans as they vibrated off of my neck.  Savanna brought her hands around to my back and dug her nails into my skin as I pulled ou
t my finger and thrusted my hard cock inside of her. I knew my length was sometimes difficult for her to take at first, and it was confirmed when she cried out into the room. I slowed my pace and let the moisture build inside of her, before I got into my groove. After the third thrust, her body was accepting me, begging me for more.

I found my wife’s lips again as I leaned her back down on the desk,
over top of everything that was on it. Her legs were easy for me to grab and sit on my shoulders. With her body lying there in front of me, I pushed up her shirt to reveal her supple breasts. My hand cupped one of them as I closed my eyes and let myself focus on the burning heat of my orgasm. I held it until I could feel her muscles tightening around my dick and then I let myself go, finally collapsing over top of my wife.

A distant cry broke our moment as we both began searching for our clothes. It was only a matter of time before she woke up her brother and sent him looking for us. For someone that promised to be a big helper, he ended up being a big complainer. The boy could not stand it when his sister cried. 

Before Savanna went running out of the office and up the stairs, she leaned over and gave me one quick kiss. Our times of being able to make love for hours were in the past unless we actually left the kids and went somewhere.  Sometimes I missed it, but other times, it made me think of how happy I was with the kids. Savanna had once said she wanted eleven children. I would give that woman anything she wanted as long as I had her by my side.

After turning out all of the lights and checking on Noah, who was sound asleep, I found my wife in our bed with a very awake little girl. She was almost one and was getting into anything she could reach. Our king size bed couldn’t keep her occupied for very long. Her bright eyes lit up when she saw me walking in.  Savanna liked to tease me about the kids only looking like me. Noah wasn’t her biological child, but she was
hoping that Christian would at least have something of hers. Instead, my son and daughter could have been twins. I don’t think Savanna really minded, but she liked to tease.

I had never put my shirt back on, but started unhooking my jeans before climbing into our bed. Christian was almost to the edge of the bed by the time I reached her. I scooped her up and h
eld her above my head. “There’s my princess. What are you doin’ awake? Don’t you know that Mommy needs sleep too?”

I brought her down to my chest and felt her slippery kisses touching my lips. Her palm slapped against my cheek as she giggled. “Dada.”

Her little mouth of six total teeth cut a smile. I looked over to my wife and saw her rolling her eyes. She started to get up. “Darlin’ just get yourself some rest. This little terror and I need some alone time anyway.”