Risking Fate (Mitchell Family #4)(30)
Author: Jennifer Foor

Before the water began to boil, Ty came walking out in a pair of pajama pants and no shirt. I was trying to get comfortable on the couch on account of the two little ones in my belly causing a commotion. When I saw my husband and smelled his body wash, I almost needed to fan myself. His wet hair was disheveled on his head and he gave me a wink as he walked by.

I loved that man.

I was crazy about him.

I followed him with my eyes, only to get caught and share a moment with him before he gave our daughter his attention. In that moment I had forgiven him completely. Life was too short to dwell on little things. Ty had never given me a reason to not trust him. I knew this was all taking a toll on him and he just was doing the best he could to get through it.

Chapter 12

Tyler

I was digging myself into a hole that I wasn’t sure I knew how to get out of. Instead of just telling my wife the truth, I had hid it from her. Now she had discovered that I lied to her. To make matters twenty times worse, I was still keeping something from her; something that could be construed as the wrong thing.

I knew that I wanted nothing to do with Heather, but my daughter’s fate was in her hands. That call today had been about my appointment, but I didn’t want Miranda to hear a female’s voice talking to me. I wanted to be able to say I could get all of this taken care of without Miranda ever knowing who I had to call, but as the time went by I feared it was going to be harder than I thought.

Miranda seemed better after dinner. She came up and hugged me around my waist and when we watched television, she cuddled her body against me. Being close to her made me so happy. She was so cute when she was pregnant. Sometimes I couldn’t believe that someone so beautiful could love me.

She was perfect.

Just like every night since she’d gotten pregnant, I grabbed the bottle of cocoa butter and started rubbing her feet. She got herself comfortable and smiled at me while I massaged them. I worked my way up her legs and finally got to her belly. I took the lotion and wrote “I love you” on her stomach. Miranda looked down and smiled. It was so cool how the twins would react to touch. The more my hands moved around, it stimulated them, causing them to bounce and kick up a storm.

I could tell it was making Miranda uncomfortable, but touching her skin, especially after feeling like she hated me; well of course I got turned on. When our eyes met, I couldn’t hide the passion that I was feeling for her. She bit down on her lip and I could sense that she felt it too.

“Let’s go to bed,” I suggested.

I stood up and reached out both hands to pull her off the couch. She reached her arms around my waist and held me for a second. Just feeling her embrace me was the best feeling all day. I could never lose her. Losing her would be like dying a slow death.

Miranda had the biggest heart, was a great mother and the best wife. I thanked God every single day for giving her to me to share my life with. My family was beautiful and protecting them always came first.

I wasn’t used to fighting with her; in fact we barely bickered, so the recent outburst of mistrust was hard on both of us. I felt guilty, overwhelmingly guilty.

I was already in bed when Miranda climbed in beside me. She was wearing one of my college t-shirts and her belly filled the whole thing out. She laid down and I pulled the covers up over her legs. From beneath them, I ran my hand up one of her legs and lightly rubbed her panties. I could feel her sweet folds underneath. I’d been so rough with her the night before and I hated myself afterwards. Don’t get me wrong, she used to love it and even more intense shit than that, but now that she was carrying my babies, I needed to be more gentle, more considerate of her fragile body.

“Ty?”

“Yeah Baby?”

She ran her hands through my hair as I rested my head against her belly. “Have you ever thought about cheating on me?”

Holy shit! Why would she ever think that?

“Of course not! Why would you even think something like that? Baby, we own two cars and share a ride to work to be together. On the days you work, I spend my lunch hour with you. When you’re home, I call and talk to you while I am on my lunch break. How could I even think about cheating when you are all I ever think about. You have me so obsessed with you that I’ve never even thought about it. In fact, whenever I see another girl, all I think about is how they don’t even compare to you. I know in the back of your mind you’re worried about that, but Baby, it is never going to happen.”

“Oh my God! I feel like an idiot for askin’ you that. What is wrong with me? I don’t know why I am feelin’ so darn insecure. Ty, you haven’t given me one reason to doubt you.”

I moved my body up even with hers and kissed my wife, holding our mouths together. Her trust meant the world to me and I was lying to her. I felt like the biggest piece of shit. I wanted to just tell her that Heather was the person helping us, but I knew she would get all upset over it. I wasn’t interested in that slutty bitch. She had nothing to worry about.

I don’t know whether it was the guilt or just the fact that I was so damn tired, but I went to sleep instead of making love to my wife. Thankfully, she fell asleep while I was rubbing her back, so at least she didn’t feel rejected.

I woke up to her trying to adjust her position, but my hand had been stuck in her hair. I heard her mumble in pain as my hand was jerked away from me. “Sorry.” I felt awful for falling asleep like that. I knew she had a hard time getting comfortable.

Miranda got up to go to the bathroom and as I watched her walk by, I felt a tingle between my legs. She had the sexiest body, even during pregnancy. Her blonde hair was getting so long and it hung down her back. Her belly stretched out my t-shirt but showed off her sexy hips and cute legs.

I walked into the bathroom and stood at the door waiting for her to finish. When she went to walk by, I grabbed her and pushed her against the door frame. She stood there staring at me as I played with the bottom of her shirt. My fingers teased her underwear, before sliding them down slowly. Once I got them to her knees, she shimmied out of them herself.

Miranda took her hand and placed it over my throat, shoving me against the opposite side of the door frame. Her tongue started at my stomach and licked up toward my nipple, while she kept her eyes fixed on me. I watched her tongue circle around one of my ni**les. Out of habit, I began licking my lips.

She reached up on her toes and licked my lips before kissing her way back down, further and further. When she released my neck, her hands slowly trickled down my chest, leaving it tingling. Miranda bit the elastic to my boxers and pulled them away from my skin, before letting them snap back hard. I focused on Miranda and not the pain of the snap. Her hands ran up my legs under the fabric to my boxers. On either side, she was so close to touching my arousal. Her little fingers slightly grazed each side of my balls. Instinctively, I took one hand and grabbed her hair, pulling her face back so I could look into her eyes.