I gave a final, sloppy wet lick to Jeanette’s pussy. It hung down before me, her lips puckered and engorged from fifteen minutes of my tongue’s eager attention. A pinky-sized gape revealed the rich moistness glistening inside. Most of that was from my saliva but it also blended with her juices forming a natural lubricant.

Her pussy was ready. My pussy. The one I’d married nearly four years ago.

The one that was about to be fucked by the noisy men anxiously waiting in our adjacent living room. Fucked senseless. And so much more.

My wife was on all fours. Her slender ass hung over the foot of our bed. At five foot two, Jeanette was the perfect height for doggie-style fucks like this, though she personally didn’t much care for the position. She found demeaning anything but good ‘ole missionary, but she endured them all purely because I wanted her to. She did a lot just for me like that. Just like a good wife should.

I kissed her dangling inner lips again and stood back to admire the lusciousness of my wife’s pussy. In the few years since we’d dated and then wed, it had changed. Thanks to heavy use, it gaped open quite often these days. It also packed incredible muscle tone to its very depths, also thanks to that same, hard use. None of that had been true when we’d first met. Considering the well-used state of her pussy now, it was hard to believe that I had popped her cherry about five years ago.

I moved to the side of the bed and opened the latch of the ball gag, getting it ready. Multiple teeth marks criss-crossed the red ball–hers–again thanks to recent heavy use. Six months ago, Darryl, Jeanette’s black lover, insisted I start gagging her for the multiple fuck sessions he and his friends subjected her to. She hated the thing from the first day but endured every orgy with it lodged between her teeth because I insisted. I don’t think she realized how lovely she truly was gagged like that while suffering a merciless barrage of black dick. Everything Darryl did made her so much more beautiful.


She glanced at the vile gag clutched in my hand. “Do you remember the night before Darryl first fucked me?”

“Of course I do,” I said.

“Do you remember what I asked you?”

“It was a big change for us. You asked if I was ready for it.”

“Wrong. I asked if it was really, truly what you wanted. Remember? Since, once it happened, there was no turning back.”

“I remember I said yes.”

“Two months ago I asked you the same question before I stopped taking birth control.”

“I said yes again.”

“I know you did,” she said, her words slowed and spaced out. “Back then you said it’s what you wanted–”

“And I haven’t changed my mind since. In fact, it’s been agony waiting out the last two months. So frustrating. I went from watching you get fucked multiple times a week to zip.”

The men next door shouted and barked at each other. They had been cut-off too while we all waited for Jeanette’s reproductive system to purge the last traces of birth control medication, restoring her fully fertile, natural state. It was Darryl’s idea. He forbade all sex–at least for Jeanette, that is–in order to build supreme anticipation for the moment to come.

It sure as hell worked. At least for me, that is. I thought this fucking night would never get here.

“Sam….” Her face clouded. “I’m going to ask you one last time… are you sure you want this? Really sure? Because, after tonight, everything will change. Me. Us. Our lives. The future. I mean… everything.”

Again, everything. She was so right about that.

“Yes, it will,” I assured her as I threaded the latch for the gag behind her head. “Just like I expect it to.” Her lower lip trembled. “Just like I want it to,” I said as I leaned over and kissed her mouth before positioning the gag in front of it.

“Sam,” she said, desperation flashing in her eyes.

“Now what?”

“I… I know Darryl told you not to, but… I want you to go first. Before you let them in. Please. Do it for me.”

I kissed her forehead and shoved the gag into her mouth. A quick cinch on the strap tightened it.

Jeanette’s head swiveled to follow me as I strolled around the bed. I stood behind her, once again admiring the unmatched view of a beautiful woman all primed for sexing. I rubbed my half hard-on through my shorts.

Damn, she was a gorgeous girl.

Twenty-five now and still barely one hundred pounds. Golden blonde hair and perky little tits topped by dime-sized areolas capped with two hardened nipple nubs. Though inverted, those cute titties tucked firm against her ribs above her flat tummy. Her hips were slim but there was plenty there to latch onto once you got your cock in full motion plunging in and out of her honey box. And speaking of that irresistible pussy….

My irresistible pussy.

Was I totally fucking nuts?

How could I even consider letting this happen? This perfect creature… my angel, lying so helpless before me… had just begged me to be the one to complete her.

God, she was so damn fuckable. I should be able to do it. Any sensible man would. I’m supposed to be the one to do it. Me. Her husband. Yet… here I was.

As her eyes pleaded with me, I yanked my shorts down. I showed her the truth. It lay bare before her, half limp, unable to perform its duty no matter how much she yearned for it. I flicked it a few times and it actually shrank, recoiling from what had been made off-limits. What belonged to the men waiting next door. What it didn’t deserve.

Disappointment registered in her eyes then. Followed by resignation as I pulled up my shorts, walked to our bedroom door and flung it open.

Darryl was the first to come through. “Had me worried, Sam. Worried maybe you were having second thoughts or something.”

He was followed by five other blacks, three I’d witnessed fucking my wife in previous orgies. Two were newbies and the first gawked at the sight before him.

“Goddamn. Would you look at that shit?”

“Like what you see, Maurice?” Darryl asked.

“Like? Shit. I’ll pay you a hundred dollars if you let me go first.”

Darryl just gave him a cheesy grin.

“Two hundred,” the other newbie offered.

“First time is all mine, boys,” Darryl said. He looked hard at me. “Ain’t that right, Sam? You didn’t go first. Did you?”

I moved to the armchair across the room, my official observation point for Jeanette’s orgies. “You told me not to, so I didn’t.”

“Good boy,” Darryl said as he unzipped his fly and stepped out of his shorts and boxers. He walked around the foot of our bed and gave a long whistle. “Take a good look at this, boys. Stare at it, drool and get yourselves ready because it is white fucking hot.”

“And fucking ripe,” Maurice chimed in, cracking a half smile at me as he dropped his shorts. The rest of the black studs all followed suit. Black cocks of all sizes and shapes sprung loose, every one of them at the ready and eager to do its duty.

“I have a question for you, Sam.” Darryl waited while my eyes looked first at his stiff, pussy-pleasing cock before raising to meet his eyes. There was an inferno raging behind those eyes, one that couldn’t be denied. He patted Jeanette’s fine ass. “Did my little ripe cunt here ask you to go first?”

My wife shot a panicked look at me. She gave the slightest of head shakes.

“Yes,” I confessed. More resignation crept across her face.

“Thought she might,” Darryl chuckled.

His hand slid across her ass cheek to her waiting pussy. Her head snapped forward at his touch. “I’ve gotten to know her really good over the last two years. Intimately, you might say.” He extended one, long black finger and parted her lips. “You do realize this woman would have been perfectly content just being your bride. Dedicating herself to you. Making you a cozy home and a nice little family. Never once thinking of any other man. That’s all she wanted.” Darryl’s finger traced the length of her slit. Jeanette quivered in response.

“But all that wasn’t good enough. Not nearly enough for you. Was it?”

My cock jerked like a bee had stung it. And the black bastard knew it.

“Go ahead, Sam,” Darryl ordered. “Take out your little, white dickie while your wife services a real man. You know you want to.”

I did as told.

Maurice snorted. “Now I understand. Shit, Cuckie. No wonder you want to watch her get fucked by real men. I’m surprised she agreed to marry you with that dinky pea-shooter.”

Darryl laughed at that. “Go get the paper,” he told Maurice.

Darryl slid two fingers deep inside my wife as Maurice left. She moaned through the gag as he twisted them side-to-side. Then he popped them out and wiped them across his bulbous cock head before dragging it a few times along her slit.

“Here we go, bitch,” he warned. “Game time.”

I can always tell when Darryl first thrusts that bulging head into Jeanette’s cunt. She sucks in her gut, arches her back and screams, though lately the gag mutes her protests to muffled wails.

“That’s right. Tell everyone what taking a real man feels like,” Darryl said. As he slowly stuffed his cock up my wife, her wails reduced to moans, mews and wet snuffles. “Nice job getting her ready, Sam. She’s good and wet. And ripe,” he added with a dreamy look plastered across his face.

Maurice came back just as Darryl began slow and steady strokes.

“Kind of busy here, Maurice. Take a number,” he said, building up a rhythm.

It used to be that my wife’s pussy would need a long time accommodating Darryl’s girth. Not anymore. What took hours before became minutes and now tens of seconds as she stretched to the point of supreme fullness. Her noises diminished, except for the ragged breaths she blew through her nose.

“Oh, that’s good. Real good,” Darryl said, easing into his prime fuck strokes. “We’ve got your pussy well trained, don’t we?”

He pumped my wife for a while. She stared at the wall, taking without complaint the fact that this big black bull–not me–would be first to unload into her unprotected cunt. Not that she really had a good way to complain at this point. Besides, any noises Darryl pounded out of her sounded like heaven to me. Not protests.

The other black studs stood around the bed, watching the fuckfest, casually stroking their cocks. Watching and waiting their turns. Imagining the unsurpassed feeling of emptying their ball sacks into a fertile white cunt. A feeling denied to me that each of them soon would enjoy.

Once she gets fully into the sexing, Jeanette’s pussy oozes juice. She’s never been a squirter or a gusher. Though I’ve made her drip a cupful of pussy juice with protracted teasing of her nubbin-size clit. That pussy flood is one of the most amazing feelings a hard cock can experience. Darryl quickly became addicted to it. The look on his face made it clear the precise moment when his dick thrusts were wetly rewarded by her.

I saw that look.

Now that his cock was gliding through buttered silk, Darryl slowed his pace.

“So, where were we?” Darryl said. “Oh, yeah. We were talking about what your wife wanted and what you wanted, Sam. Two very different things, aren’t they? She really doesn’t know all of it, does she? I think she should. Do you think she should?”

Jeanette stared at the wall while I waited for Darryl’s next revelation.

“Sugar, I first met your husband-to-be before you even knew him. He didn’t have a girlfriend then, but he knew exactly what he wanted when he got one. Of course, how could I not want to help out a sorry little white fuck with his strange ideas about black and white sex. In Sam’s fucked-up mind, the black man is king, which meant he could have anything he wanted. Anything and everything. You wanna know something? I really like being king.”

Darryl closed his eyes and took a few long strokes. The room was silent except for my wife’s breathing and the hollow, sucking thwack of her cunt being steadily plunged. That particular noise was my addiction now. No way could I ever get enough of it.

“Actually,” Darryl went on. “Sam really wasn’t that different from the other, pathetic, white-boi hubbies I’d met except he didn’t need much encouragement. You see, he had it all worked out in advance. Knew exactly what he wanted to happen to the woman he married. Like some porno movie script all written, just waiting to be filmed. Then, he met you.”

My cheeks burned as Darryl spoke. This wasn’t part of the arrangement at all. Still, my cock grew rock hard with every word he said.

“Once you two started dating for real, Sam was ready to put his plan into action. He wrote me all about it, the whole sick vision leading up to tonight and beyond. With some intimate pictures thrown in, ones intended to convince me to be king. Wanna see?”

At that point, Maurice propped the paper up on Jeanette’s pillow. It was a printout with a color photo, one I recalled vividly. One I’d sent to Darryl five years ago after I’d met a 20-year-old blonde hottie that I thought was perfection walking on Earth.

Darryl’s strokes slowed and stopped. Only his massive cock head remained inside my wife, poised, like a cobra set to strike.

“So now that you know the whole sorry story, it’s time for you to decide. How do you feel? Do you want to stop? It’s your choice now, Sugar. All yours.”

She stared at the paper for what seemed like forever, not moving. The photo of her spread pussy stared back, the first one I’d taken of her shortly after we’d started dating. I’d gotten her drunk enough to do it, though she’d made me swear no one would ever see it. I remember how my gut twisted the next day as I embedded that photo in the e-mail to Darryl and pressed Send. It twisted worse when his one-line answer came back: ‘I hope you know what you’re doing.’

Jeanette’s head turned slowly. She looked at me with tears streaming down her cheeks. The ball gag stopped her words from coming out but I heard them clearly. ‘How could you do this to me? You made me into this… this thing. It’s all your fault.’ She stared at me, locked eyes on mine. ‘Fuck you,’ those eyes said. ‘Go fuck yourself.’ With a slight shake of her head, she pushed back onto Darryl’s cock.

She had no choice, really. Darryl had made absolutely sure of that. I hated him for it. And worshiped him too.

“Yeah, boys,” he shouted as his cock slowly vanished. “We got us a real breeder here. This slut is totally committed.”

Never have I seen her more beautiful than that very instant. It was more than I could ever hope to bring out in her. All thanks to that mother-fucking, son-of-a-bitch Darryl.

My wife’s eyes never left mine as she rocked faster and faster on that black rod. Squishing sounds built from her drenched pussy on each thrust. That wonderful pussy–my pussy–craved completion. It needed it. Deserved it, after all these years in the making. And it was about to get exactly what it deserved.

Five years ago, after hitting Send on my e-mail to Darryl, I shot one of the hardest cums I can remember.

Two years ago, the night before he started fucking her, I went into the bathroom after assuring Jeanette it was what I wanted to happen. I came hard again then.

Two months ago, I tossed her birth control pills into the trash. She listened as I called Darryl and told him to save up his load for this day. She said nothing as I hung up and went into the bathroom. I shut the door and immediately shot a big load into the toilet.

Tonight she watched, dejected and totally defeated, as spurts of come erupted from my cock and splattered onto the floor. Ropes of it left me and sailed to oblivion, accomplishing nothing.

That’s how I cum now, Sugar. So unlike a real man does. So not what you need.

“Gettin close.” Darryl gasped. Normally he could fuck my wife for an eternity before releasing but the one-of-a-kind treasure she now offered must have been too much for him to hold out against.

“Here it comes,” he yelled.


“Bust that mother-fucking nut.”

“Look how she wants it.”

“Fucking horny bitch.”

The other black guys cheered Darryl on to victory.

Jeanette couldn’t offer any of her own words of encouragement through the gag. Instead, she made a wild animal noise and began pistoning herself on Darryl with short, furious strokes. Her snarl built to a wail.

“Ohhhh,” Darryl groaned.

“That’s right,” the black men chorus responded. “Fuck, yeah.”

Jeanette’s wail choked off as she bit hard into the gag. She blew a ragged snort as her pistoning ground to a halt.

“Oh,” Darryl grunted again. He grabbed my wife’s hips, rammed home to glory and held himself there. “Take that, bitch. Take all that shit.”

Jeanette’s eyes squeezed shut as the black cock pumped spurt after spurt of potent seed into her fertile womb. I saw it all too clearly in my mind’s eye. Jets of white-hot baby cream spewing the length of her cunt, splashing across the walls of her abused vagina, forcing through her battered cervix.

Completing her at last.

“Uh. Uh. Goddamn, yes!” Darryl bucked hard into Jeanette’s pussy. “One more for you, bitch. Uhhh!”

He held himself still, concentrating on shooting the last of his massive load as deep as he could spray it.

“Damn,” came the chorus.

“Fucking breeding bitch.”

“Nothing like ‘em.”

“Can’t fucking get enough.”

When Darryl finally released my wife’s hips, angry red marks burned where his fingers had clenched. As his breathing returned to normal, a smug grin spread across his face.

“Goddamn it, boys. That’s black baby number one right there, I’m telling you.” he said. “With more to come.”

“How many is she good for, you think… three? Four?”

“Slut’ll keep making them as long as she keeps getting black dick.”

“She’s going to look fucking gorgeous with that belly bulging and those titties all full up.”

Amen, brother. I’ve been dreaming about that vision for… well, way too long.

“My turn,” said Maurice. He moved behind Darryl. “Let me at that cunt,” he urged as he stroked his monster, uncut cock.

Darryl backed away from my wife. His cock emerged and slapped limp against her thigh leaving a trail of scum as he wiped it across her flesh.

“Go ahead, Maurice, but the deed is done,” Darryl assured.

Maurice lined himself up on Jeanette’s sloppy pussy. “You can’t know that.”

“The hell I can’t,” Darryl said. “I’ve put black bastards in five white slut wives so far.”

“Shit!” Maurice yelled as my wife’s cunt discharged bubbled streams of Darryl’s cum. Maurice jerked his dick out of the way as one large glob spewed onto the bed followed by a second one.

“She’ll be the sixth,” Darryl said, as certain of it as he was the sun rising each morning.

My cum lay spent on the floor. Wasted. Though some of Darryl’s now pooled on our bed and ran down my wife’s thighs, no doubt plenty of it was already beginning to work nature’s miracle inside her. My limp dick twitched in response to the thought of what it was doing to her. What it was transforming her into. Exactly what I had wanted.

King Darryl had truly taken everything now.

“But all you boys go right ahead and just make sure I did the job,” Darryl said. “I’m thinking from now on, this little slut needs black cock only and lots of it. Ain’t that right, Sam?”

He knew it was, just as I knew for certain my dick would never again touch my wife. Everything had just changed, all thanks to one incredible cum shot over five years in the making.

Maurice began feeding his cock into Jeanette’s well-fucked pussy. She groaned around the gag and her eyes shot open. They locked again on mine as Maurice began pumping into her, breeding her, like the rest of these men would do. Like many others would do in the years ahead. In response, my lonely cock started to stiffen again.

It was going to be a long, glorious night.

Hello Everyone!

I want to start by saying that I appreciated all the feedback I got on Chapter 5. I appreciated some more than others, but I appreciated it all.

I apologize for the obvious mass confusion and the only explanation I can provide is that Chapter 5 was originally a lot longer, but I decided last minute to break it up. Obviously that wasn’t the best idea. My ass still hurts from the new one I was ripped about it, but I’m going to take everything in stride and assume that the reason for all the harsh backlash was because I’m this totally awesome writer and you guys expect something more from me. Right?? LOL. One can only hope…

Anyways I just want to say a big thanks to those of you reading this. Thank you for sticking with me and having faith that I’d somewhat mend whatever damage I did with Chapter 5.

Also thanks to those who gave the positive feedback giving me inspiration to continue.

Without further delay, I give you Chapter 6.

Or Chapter 5, Part 2….whatever…=)




Sloane watched as the concern on Gabe’s face dissipated into disbelief.

“You can’t help me out here?” Sloane thought she heard him say. She wouldn’t know cause the statement was directed more towards the heavens then to her.

“Un-fucking-believable.” Gabe said pushing past her in the direction of the door.

She heard that loud and clear.

“Look, I’m not happy about this either.” She said following him.

“That’s not what I mean-” Gabe started to say, before stopping himself. He didn’t want to fight with her. Instead, he centered his strength on yanking hard on the door.

“What are you doing? I already told you it’s locked.”

Gabe ignored her and kept trying anyways. His efforts were futile. Aggravated he turned to face her, “Give me your phone.”

“Don’t you think I would’ve thought of that?”

“Sloane!” He snapped before lowering his tone, “Just give me your phone. We’ll call someone. They’ll come up. Crisis averted.”

Sloane opened her mouth, then snapped it shut, “I kind of don’t have it.”


“I must’ve left it in your room. Along with my clutch.” Sloane said, telling herself mentally that she needed to stay calm.

“You seriously need to have that damned thing taped to you.”

“Why don’t you use your own damned phone?” Sloane replied. She watched Gabe feel his pockets and his jacket. His face broadcasted the outcome, “Of course you don’t have it.”

“We wouldn’t be in this predicament if some genius didn’t come up here in the first place!”

“Who’s the idiot that chased me up here?” Sloane replied heatedly as Gabe sucked in a strained breath to calm himself. He spoke after a long minute.

“Okay we need to call a truce. Arguing isn’t going to change the fact that we’re stuck up here and God only knows how long that’s going to be.”

Sloane eyed him up curiously. He was serious.

This was going to be interesting.

“Fine. A truce it is.” She shrugged as casually as she could before excusing herself to take refuge on the far wall.

The sooner she got away from Gabe the better. She needed remain calm around Gabe or who knows what she’d say. The last thing she needed was getting upset and saying something she’d regret. Sloane shuddered at the thought of Gabe’s reaction if she let her secret slip.

It wasn’t the only thing that gave Sloane chills.

She wrapped her arms around her shivering body. The temperature had dropped since she was out on the terrace earlier in the evening, not to mention the wind was a little stronger up on the roof. As she leaned back against the wall, the cool surface sent more chills down her spine.

“Here take this.” Gabe said. She watched as he shrugged out of his jacket and handed it to her.

“I’m okay, but thanks for the g-g-gesture.” Sloane declined politely, unable to stop the involuntary chattering of her teeth, “It’s not that bad.”

“Quit being stubborn and take it.” Gabe said tossing it to her before taking a seat beside her.

Sloane was too distracted with pleasure her body felt from warmth his jacket provided to remember that she was trying to stay away from Gabe. Still warm from his body heat, Sloane almost pulled the lapels up to smell his scent on it when she remembered herself.

“This is where you say, Thank you Gabe,” Gabe said watching her closely.

“Thank you Gabe.” Sloane repeated monotone.

“Why, you’re very welcome Sloane.”

Neither said anything for a long time after that. When the silence between them was bordering on extremely awkward, Gabe glanced at Sloane only to see her twisting the edges of his jacket, staring ahead wide eyed. She looked so tense. And nervous. He locked eyes with her when she snuck a peek at him out of the corner of her eye, before she bit her lip and quickly looked forward again.

Gabe couldn’t help but laugh.

“What’s so funny?” Sloane asked strained.

“You need to chill out.” Gabe said laughing, “You’re so tense over there, you’re making me nervous. You don’t have to worry, I’m sure there are a number of things we can talk about that doesn’t leave you wanting to kill me and me wanting to strangle you.”

“Don’t be so sure of yourself…” Sloane murmured.

“What was that?”

“Nothing.” Sloane responded quickly. “What have you been up to?”

As long as she could keep Gabe talking about his favorite subject he wouldn’t ask her about what she had been up to. And then she wouldn’t have to worry about lying to him more than she already had.

‘Not telling the entire truth is still lying’ she often told Ethan.

She was such a hypocrite.

The lie she had told her family all those years ago replayed in her mind, “It was a one night stand. The guy was from out of town, he doesn’t even know.”

She had tried to justify the grave statement by telling herself it wasn’t a complete lie. So maybe it was a two night stand. But she did live in California, so technically Ethan’s father was from out of town.

And he sure as hell didn’t know.

After she told her parents about her pregnancy and scandalous conception, Sloane swore she heard her father’s uproar all the way from California.

Abortion was something Sloane briefly considered before throwing the idea out the window. When her father realized that she wasn’t going to have one, he told her to return to Reston immediately…or else he’d fly out to California and drag her back.

His threats relented only after a combined task effort from her mother and grandparents. Sloane would stay in California only if she moved in with her grandparents after Ethan was born. When Sloane decided to stay, her father took her decision as a blatant act of defiance resulting in an unspoken strain on their relationship. Sloane had always been a daddy’s girl, so the drastic change devastated her.

She soon learned it was the first in line of many changes.

Sloane was sure she wouldn’t make it to her due date, she had gotten so huge in fact that she had went to the doctors numerous times to induce labor. Her son apparently inherited her stubborn gene and came a week after his due date. Sixteen grueling hours later Ethan had been born and Sloane’s life changed forever. With her scholarship intact for the next year, Sloane spent the summer settling into her grandparents’ home and adjusting into her new role in motherhood. When school started again in the fall, Sloane traded college parties and whatever sliver of a social life she had for a part-time job and a life dedicated to her son.

Had it not been for her grandparents’ unwavering support, she wouldn’t know how she would’ve gotten through the most difficult and most trying year. The heavy workload for the school year was only intensified by the stress of being a new mother. Not to mention a single mom.

“Me and you, baby. It’s just me and you.” Sloane would say often after coming home to Ethan drained and exhausted after a long day, especially during the times when the loneliness threatened to consume her.

“Hello…Earth to Sloane.” Gabe said drawing her out of her thoughts, “How are you going to ask me a question then zone out on me?”

“Sorry, it’s been a long day.” Sloane replied, “I’m a little worn out.”

“Between Walker and JJ, I’m surprised you had anything left in you.” Gabe said jokingly, causing Sloane to shudder at the thought of Walker. Gabe laughed at her reaction, “You didn’t seem to mind Walker when you kissed him earlier.”

“You’re lucky you came out when you did. I was about to show Walker exactly what was on my mind.” Sloane said. Gabe knew she was good for it, “At least I was able to walk away from Walker looking decent and not like I rolled around in the sandbox. Seriously? Was a tackle necessary?”

“I thought I was saving you.” Gabe chuckled, trying to defend himself, “You should actually be thanking me.”

“Oh right.” Sloane said sarcastically, “Thank you Gabriel Jennings for ruining my dress and messing up my hair. Oh and I think you messed up my elbow so thanks for that too.”

“Very funny,” Gabe replied, “I meant that you should be thanking me for helping you look more like yourself now then you have all night.”

“Oh thanks…” Sloane said offended.

“Don’t look all hurt. You could be wearing a potato sack and still be beautiful.” Gabe replied.

“Listen to that line…”

“It’s no line. I just have to say that it’s weird seeing you all put together. Shiny.” Gabe said distantly, “Perfect.”

He was still lost in thought when he looked at Sloane’s gorgeous face. His conscience flashed danger, he cleared his throat, “You know, compared to the car wreck you were.”

“This close to being a gentleman for once in your miserable existence,” Sloane said gesturing with her thumb and pointer fingers, “Then you go and ruin it with an asshole statement like that.”

“Creature of habit,” Gabe smiled sexily down at Sloane.

“So I’ve noticed.” Sloane said returning his smile.

Locking away her dangerous feelings, they both succeeded in avoiding the big elephant in the room, or more appropriately, on the rooftop. She listened to Gabe talk about how he went against his father’s hopes of him being a lawyer in lieu of becoming a detective. When Gabe said that he had recently started his own private detective agency, Sloane tried to control her paranoia.

It would be nothing for him to look her up and discover the truth.

Unfortunately, the only savior from her paranoia was guilt.

With the absence of Ethan as she recapped the last 6 years of her life, not only did she confirm with herself how lackluster her life was without him but it left big holes in her timeline.

‘That’s what happens when leave out the most important thing in you life,’ her conscience scolded.

“So was everything okay with Ethan?” Gabe asked suddenly, successfully stopping Sloane’s heart.

“Ethan?” Sloane squeaked out.

“Oh come on now. I was standing right next to you when Jude told you to call him. Friend… emergency…remember…?”

“Right, my friend Ethan.” Sloane said slowly, breathing out a sigh of relief, “Yeah, he’s fine. Everything is fine.”

“Ethan is lucky to have a friend like you.” Gabe said.

“I’m the one lucky to have him. He’s like a kid really.” Sloane said, smiling at her little inside joke.

“Which probably explains how you were able to handle JJ.” Gabe commented.

“What do you mean?”

“You’re a natural when it comes to that kid,” Gabe said, “Between Connor and JJ, I don’t know how Jackson and Layla do it. Children are a handful.”

“Interesting,” Sloane said quizzically.

“Oh come on, don’t pretend that you didn’t notice,” Gabe looked her humorously, “Little Jackson Jr. is wild.”

“He’s not so bad. He actually seems tame compared to mine.” Sloane said mindlessly before realizing what she had just said. ‘Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god…’

“Mine?” Gabe asked.

“Uh…mine? Mine…” Sloane said grasping for a recovery, “Mine friend! I mean, my friend’s son.”

Gabe eyed her curiously, “You’re English is horrible. You need to get a refund from that college.”

Sloane couldn’t help but laugh. In the last minute alone she had went through so many highs and lows it was bound to end in mental breakdown.

Gabe eyed her curiously, clearly aware of her skittish behavior, “You’re acting very strange, you know that?”

“I’m just tired.” Of lying.

“Clearly.” Gabe said.

Their conversation carried on easily to Sloane’s surprise. Their playful banter didn’t escalate to the heated arguments they usually did. Sloane caught glimpses of the man from that night all those years ago invoking feelings from all those years ago.

She wasn’t sure how much time had passed when she let a yawn slip. Her eyes grew heavy as she laid her head on Gabe’s shoulder and listened to the soothing nature of his voice.


Gabe’s eyes shot open. He looked around trying to remember where he was.

Sloane shifted against him and he suddenly became very aware that he was hard and even more aware of her body tucked into his. She was fit perfectly against him, resting her head on his arm as she curved her body intimately into his. He had his arm tucked around her waist, pinning her against him.

He’d been catching up with her before realizing she was fast asleep. Rather than wake her, it seemed easier to lay down with her. He had watched for a long time. Fighting the jealousy that surged through him every time she had murmured ‘Ethan’ in her sleep.

This was torture. He wanted her. Which was completely crazy. He reminded himself that Sloane was leaving soon.

His logic was lost with a groan when he felt her stir against him. He felt every inch of her against him. She stretch lazily, rubbing herself over his stiff cock before she turned in his arms to face him. She opened her eyes and blinked up at him.

“Hello.” She said breathily.

“Hello yourself.” Gabe said.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Sloane asked, squinting up at him.

“You snore.” Gabe said smiled down at her.

“No I don’t!” Sloane said wide eyed.

When she opened her mouth Gabe pulled her up to meet his lips.

Six years of pent up emotion came to a head as Gabe delivered a punishing kiss. Sloane kissed him back, unable to tear her mouth away from his.

The sound of fabric tearing and rustling of clothes echoed into the night as he covered Sloane with his body. He felt her hands all over him as she untucked his shirt and unbuttoned his pants. He shifted quickly, spreading her thighs for him and pinning her underneath him. He groaned when she slipped her hands down and gripped his ass. He nearly lost it when she started grinding herself up and down the front of his pants, her thong and his pants acting as the final barrier to where he wanted to bury his cock most.

As he soon as he slid his pants down, he lifted one of her legs to wrap around his waist. He was unable to control the grin that spread across his lips when he found that she was wet and ready for him.

She moved her thong aside and grabbed his cock, lining it up for him. He moved her hand away and rubbed it along her slit, “What do you want Sloane?”

“Please,” she whispered and watched as his nostrils flared. She moaned when she felt him begin to push inside, whimpering when he stopped.

“Tell me what you want Sloane.” Gabe demanded.

“Gabe,” Sloane breathed out roughly, her eyes staring daggers up at him, “Do. It.”

“Not until you tell me what you want.” Gabe continued to tease.

He was unprepared for the quick shove that Sloane gave him resulting in him staring up at the night sky.

He looked just in time to watch her swing her leg over his body. She sat on his exposed cock, rubbing herself up and down his length of his shaft but not allowing him to enter.

She shifted slightly grazing her clit against him causing her to gasp with pleasure. Gabe watched spellbound as she bit her bottom lip, throwing her head back and repeated the motion. When she looked down at him to start unbuttoning his shirt, she resembled nothing of a sex vixen. Her green eyes seemed to glow with anticipation as her dark hair was mussed as if they already had sex. Most tempting was her full lips swollen from kisses.

“A little eager, aren’t you?” Gabe chuckled, staring up at Sloane amazed.

“Feel free to stop me.” She retorted, raising an eyebrow at him but not stopping her task of unbuttoning his shirt.

She frowned slightly when she got the dress shirt open only to reveal the other shirt he had worn underneath, “You have way too much clothes on.”

“Let me help you.” Gabe said sitting up as he shrugged off dress shirt and pulled the other up and off of him. His movement moved Sloane back onto his muscular thighs.

“Much better.” Sloane replied, kissing him hard on the mouth while she rubbed her hands all over his chest.

Gabe used his free hands to seize her hips and bring her closer to his waiting cock.

“Tell me who’s the eager one now, Gabe?” Sloane taunted seductively against his mouth. She was using his own words against him. He grinned against her lips as she lined his cock up at her entrance.

“Show me what you want, Gabe.” She said seductively licking his lips.

He responded by gripping her hips and shoving hard, filling her completely to the hilt. Sloane cried out as Gabe went stiff with blinding pleasure.

When he managed to get a hold of himself, his body was coated in a cool sweat. Luckily she hadn’t moved. He slightly loosened the death grip on her hips to raise her off of him. He slid back in, feeling her walls clench around him as he entered her deeply for the second time. She was tight and her muscles clamping down on him was making it harder from him to concentrate on not bursting before she reached her pleasure.

Slow and steady, Gabe thought, slow and steady.

Gabe filled her deeper than she remembered. Before she had a chance to register the initial discomfort, he gripped her hips and raised her off of him. If it was possible, Sloane felt him go even deeper when he slid back in. He took it slow thankfully, but after a few minutes his leisurely pace was driving her crazy.

Sloane gripped his shoulders as she took control. She met his thrust and moaned when it forced him deeper inside of her. He hissed her name when she did it again. He slapped her ass and spread her cheeks and when he thrusted up again, he sunk another inch of himself inside of her.

“Oh god…” Sloane moaned as she started riding him harder, grinding her clit against him.

“That’s it, babe.” Gabe moaned, moving her on him. She threw her head back in ecstasy, squeezing her eyes shut as she let Gabe fuck her from beneath.

She started to feel the familiar build up inside of her when he stopped abruptly. She tried to move but he tightened his grip on her hips to stop her movement. She opened her eyes to see him staring at her wickedly before flipping her over and pinning her underneath him.

“Hold on,” Was the only warning he gave as he wrapped her legs around his waist and slammed back inside of her. The air left her lungs and she raked her nails down his back so hard, she probably drew blood. He withdrew slowly and pushed her thighs open so far it was almost painful. When he locked eyes with her, he looked like a man possessed. She squeezed her eyes shut when we slammed back in roughly, drawing out a moan. Before long he was slamming in and out of her tight wet cunt.

The sex was rough and raw and Sloane reveled in it. The sounds of their moans and frenzied coupling echoed in the night. Not holding back as his powerful body pounded into hers relentlessly, he reclaimed her body with a vengeance.

When Sloane started coming she bit her lip to refrain from shouting his name. Her resistance went unnoticed to Gabe, who roared her name as his seed filled her. He slumped down on top of her kissing her neck as he came down.

Sloane wasn’t sure how long she let him lay on top of her, barely registering his weight on top of her. Her body was in heaven but her thoughts were in hell.

Here she was back in Reston and back in the same situation she had been in when she left. She felt more confused then ever. Although she had been a more than willing participant, sleeping with Gabe rightfully took it’s place as the dumbest thing she had done tonight.

There were so many unresolved issues between them. Huge Issues. Extraordinarily huge issues between them that started with Gabe leaving her that morning and ending with her little secret named Ethan. Sloane stiffened.

“We didn’t use anything.” Sloane thought out loud.

“Oh shit.” Gabe said raising himself up and rolling off her. He’d been so caught up in the moment he didn’t even stop to pull out the condoms he had in his wallet.

“Are you…clean?” she asked softly, wanting to die as she heard her words.

“Yes.” Gabe said seriously. Despite the her actions, she was clearly new to the whole ‘hi-we-just-fucked-are-you-clean?’ talk. Gabe couldn’t help but be amused by her, “Are you?”

“Yes.” Sloane said calmly, although her expression told him he had clearly offended her.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know…” Gabe responded, trailing off when he realized that he didn’t want to know what or who Sloane had been up to in the years passed, “Well as long as you’re clean and I’m clean then we’re good.”

“No we are definitely not good.” Sloane snapped, rushing to her feet then away from him.

Gabe looked at her and tried to focus on everything other than how sexy she was when she was pissed. Instead he braced himself for the inevitable incoming tirade.

“There are other things than just catching some disease Gabe!” She continued as she paced.

“We’ll just make sure that we don’t do it again…” Gabe started.


“Unprotected that is.”

“Wait, what?” She snapped her head back to see him giving her that damned smile. She was half amazed and half annoyed, “There isn’t going to be a next time Gabe!”

“I forgot how sexy you were when you’re mad.” Gabe said still not taking her seriously.

“There are so many unresolved issues between us.”

“I know that.”

“We’re talking ‘deep-intensive-therapy’ level issues.” Sloane continued ignoring him, “I can’t believe I let this happen again. I can’t believe you let this happen again. Do you have any idea the consequences that could arise if-”

“Let’s not get carried away now. It was just sex.”

“Right. Just sex.” Sloane breathed out almost too soft for him to hear.

When Gabe heard the words he had just spoken repeated by Sloane he wanted to kick his own ass for saying them in the first place.

“Sloane.” Gabe said softly, rising to his feet and advancing towards her.

“No.” Sloane said holding her hand up and shaking her head, “Don’t.”

“You know that’s not what I meant.” Gabe said ignoring her. He tried to take her in his arms, but she ducked out his embrace.

Sloane started laughing, but there were tears in her eyes, “A sick part of me needed to hear that. Just to remind me of what it was and always has been between us.”

“That’s crap and you know it. You know it was more than just sex. It always has been.”

“You still left didn’t you?”

Gabe sucked in a deep breath and stopped himself from tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, “I never should’ve left you. I know that now.”

“I think it’s a little too late for that.” Sloane said sadly, “You have no idea what you walked away from that morning. No idea at all.”

“You’re wrong. It haunted me for months, hell it still haunts me. That’s what I’m trying to tell you.” Gabe continued, “It was horrible. I had no one. I couldn’t go to Dean. There was Jude but all he did was remind me of what an idiot I was.”

“It sounded like a very difficult time for you,” Sloane said sarcastically, pissing him off.

“I don’t get you. You want me. You don’t want me. You’re here one minute, next minute you’re off in the head of yours. You fuck me, but then you hate me. If it’s not an apology you want then what is it? ”

“Nothing. I don’t want a damn thing from you. As far as apologies go, it’s weird cause I think I forgave you a long time ago,” Sloane replied so calm and deadly Gabe knew she was serious, “I don’t hate you. I tried, trust me. You shattered my heart that morning, but you also gave me something that pieced it together and for that I am forever thankful.”

“What are you talking about?” Gabe said lost at Sloane’s cryptic words.

“You’ll never know.”

And with that Gabe watched Sloane walk away from him, hating every moment of it.

When he calmed down, Sloane words replayed in his mind.

He frowned.


The morning after was eerily reminiscent of one that she hadn’t let herself think of in a long time. The warmth of morning spilled in through her window onto her back. She begrudgingly opened her brilliant green eyes, only to squint at the sudden brightness. The bright sunny morning was opposite of what she was feeling.

Sleep did not come easy, or peaceful for that matter. Sloane had tossed and turned throughout the night, while the sleep she managed to get was filled with images of Gabe and what happened last night.

Luckily a teenage couple had sneaked up on the roof a few minutes after her and Gabe’s big blow out, giving her the salvation she desperately needed.

She hurriedly left the hotel, her thoughts racing about how she had freaked out on Gabe. She just hoped that he didn’t read too much into her words. If he did, she was busted. Scrunching her nose, she released an unhappy sigh. She needed to call Gigi.

Looking around the room she didn’t see her phone or clutch in sight. After a quick brushing of her teeth and freshening up, she was onto the daunting task of locating her phone.

Walking down the hallway she looked at the framed photos hanging on the wall when she came across one of her kindergarten graduation.

She had been such a proud and happy 6 year old beaming from all the attention, and right before her mother snapped the picture her oldest brother Nathan had knocked her cap off her head.

The picture caught the moment immediately following.

Nathan was doubled over laughing hysterically. Roman, the second oldest, was clutching his stomach. She stood in the middle, her chubby face blank with shock and Dean was staring at something out of the frame. She never really paid much attention to Gabe who stood on the other side of Dean, but as she examined the picture closely she realized that Gabe was glaring at Nathan.

Her breath caught in her throat looking at a 10 year old Gabe.

Sloane shakily sat the picture back down. With the exception of his green eyes, Ethan was a spitting image of Gabe. Same dark hair. Same features. Same mischievous grin. Anyone with a pair of eyes would be able to make the connection.

Lost in her thoughts, she nearly collided with Dean as she reached the bottom of the steps.

“Whoa there,” Dean said reaching out to steady her.

“Dean?” Sloane breathed surprised. She eyed up Dean’s casual appearance of a jeans and polo shirt. “What are you doing here?”

“Are you only now getting up?” Dean replied checking his watch.

“Uh…jet lag?”

“Well yeah…” Dean reasoned, “I guess that makes sense.”

“Time zones,” Sloane offered with a shrug, “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be shacked up in a hotel somewhere with your wife? Or…I don’t know…on your honeymoon?”

“Trust me, there’s nothing I’d like more than to be bending my wife over, pound-”

“Over share.” Sloane said, holding her hand up to stop Dean.

“Sorry little sis, I forgot how prudish you are.” Dean chuckled, mussing up her hair as only a brother could.

Sloane stared at him blankly before slugging his arm.

“Damn sis!” Dean said, rubbing his arm, “You hit like a dude.”

“Just like you taught me. Let’s try this again, sans the graphic details please.” Sloane asked walking into the living room, “Why are you here again?”

“Brodie sent me over here borrow Mom and Dad’s luggage.” Dean answered.

“Less than 24 hours into holy matrimony and Brodie already made you her bitch.” Sloane teased, as she started feeling in between the cushions, “Who am I kidding? She ‘had you at hello’.”

“Whatever. Just because you feel some weird connection to Renée Zellweger’s character doesn’t mean that the rest of us are obsessed with that movie,” Dean joked, “Speaking of cute kids, why didn’t you bring my nephew with you? I haven’t seen him in what? Two years?”

“Three years,” Sloane corrected.

“You know what I realized? Ethan has never been here. With the exception of Dad, we’ve all been up to California to visit but never the other way around.”

“I never realized that.” Sloane lied.

“It’s almost like you’re hiding him.” Dean’s tone was void of the speculation that he tried to pass it off as. Sloane refused to turn around. One look from her brother and he’d know full and well that she had purposely done that – hide Ethan from someone.

“He was all set to go but then he got sick last minute,” Sloane said without turning around, moving to the other couch.

“Well what kind of mother are you for leaving him alone?”

“He’s not alone. Gigi is watching him.”

“You trusted her with the wellbeing of your son?” Dean said flatly, “Very brave choice. Knowing Gigi, Ethan is probably watching her.”

“Give her a break, she isn’t that bad. I didn’t leave Ethan with her at first, but Miss Jacobs had an emergency so Gigi graciously stepped in,” Sloane explained, before changing subjects, “I thought you were here to get the luggage.”

“I am. Is Mom and Dad here?”

“I just woke up, but I don’t think so. They aren’t down here and they weren’t in their room when I walked by.” Sloane replied.

“Their car isn’t in the drive way either, I figured you had it.” Dean shrugged, “Oh well I’m sure they won’t mind if I help myself to it.”

“Don’t you have your own luggage?” She asked getting up and walking into the dining room, not remembering if she even went to the dining room last night when she got home.

Then again she was upset last night so who knows what she did.

“We do but apparently it’s not enough,” Dean called out, “It’s just for two weeks, but the way Brodie is packing you think we were moving to Paris.”

“Paris? Nice choice.” Sloane said walking through the room to go into the kitchen, all the while Dean watched her with curiosity, “If you would tell her where you guys are going instead of keeping it a surprise she wouldn’t pack so much. You know she hates surprises.”

“After six years of being together, it’s a miracle I kept it a secret from her this long. Do you know how hard it’s getting for me to surprise her?” Dean said following Sloane into the kitchen, “Brodie doesn’t know about Paris so don’t tell her.”

“Dont worry, your boring, clichéd honeymoon destination secret is safe with me,” Sloane teased.

I know all about keeping secret, she thought, as she closed the refrigerator and moved to the cupboards.

She held up her three fingers, “On my honor as a Girl Scout.”

“I’d almost believe you if you were actually in Girl Scouts.” Dean said, before curiosity got the better of him, “Okay I give. What are you doing?”

“I can’t find my phone,” Sloane replied, as she closed the cupboard to look at him. “And my clutch for that matter. Have you seen it?”

“Clutch?” Dean asked, “As in the car part?”

Sloane rolled her eyes at Dean’s clueless expression. Men.

“Purse. It looks like an oversized wallet.”

“Oh this thing?” Dean replied, presenting her with the clutch she had been looking for this whole time.

“Thank goodness! I’ve been looking everywhere for this.” Sloane said snatching her clutch out of his hand.

“You thought you left it in the refrigerator?” Dean laughed.

“Hey!” Sloane shot back at him as she emptied out the contents of her clutch onto the counter top, “You know I eat when I’m upset.”

“What did Gabe do?” Dean asked suddenly surprising Sloane. In one moment Dean’s easy going mood switching into serious big brother mode,

“Gabe? How’d you go from my stress eating to Gabe?”

“I know you were with him last night,” Dean replied, “Well in his room. How do you think I got your clutch? The room was under my name, the hotel called and said they found it this morning.”

It was then she realized she never got it out of the room before she left. Yet another fine example of how she could never think straight around Gabe.

“It isn’t what you think,” Sloane turned to face her brother as she started to explain.

“That’s exactly what he said,” Dean replied, “You two are peas of the same dumb pod, both blind to the extremely obvious.”

“Well that’s a little harsh-” Sloane started to say, stopping when Dean scoffed.

“When I saw you that morning leaving Gabe’s house, I figured you guys got each other out of each other’s system.”

“What morning?” Sloane said, turning back around again to face the counter.

“The one before you left for college.” Dean said behind her, “I saw you leaving his house in the morning. We live next door, it’s not exactly easy to miss.”

Sloane barely heard the words Dean was saying, her attention preoccupied with the contents of her clutch that was spread out on the countertop.

Where was the picture she kept of Ethan?

“Sloane are you listening to me?”

“Yeah. You saw me leaving that morning. Gabe thought I told you.” Sloane said mindlessly, her thoughts still on finding that picture.

If someone found that picture of Ethan…she didn’t want to think about it.

She racked her mind thinking of the last time she had it. She knew she had before the ceremony started. Where was it? She picked up her clutch and looked inside to see if it got caught on something.


“Did the hotel give you anything else?” Sloane asked.

“Why are you missing something?” Dean replied coming to stand next to her.

“Just a picture of…” Sloane started to say when Dean handed her back the picture of Ethan she had just been looking for, “Ethan.”

Dean knows.

She stared down at the picture of Ethan for what seemed like an eternity before she found her words to catapult her out of her stupor.

“You went through my stuff?”

“I wasn’t snooping if that’s what you’re asking. You’re were busy dancing with Walker and you’re phone was ringing non-stop.” Dean said, “I thought it was weird that you were carrying around a picture of Gabe when he was little before I realized that it was Ethan.”

“Did you tell him?”

“I almost did, but I only got as far as revealing I knew you two slept together. He was stuttering and beside himself explaining that away I knew there was no way he could’ve known that he fathered a child. Gabe isn’t the type of man to run from his responsibilities anyways.”

Sloane fought the urge to scoff, “So you didn’t tell him?”

“It’s not my secret to tell.” Dean said seriously as Sloane released a sigh of relief, “Oh don’t think you’re off the hook.”

“Can’t you just pretend you didn’t see this?” Sloane tried, grasping for any excuse to get out of the ear full she was about to get.

“Are you out of your mind? I know I haven’t seen Ethan since he was a baby, but the kid in that picture looks exactly like Gabe. You better tell Mom and Dad. How are you going to explain it when they see him? Hell anyone that sees your son is going to know.”

“I’ll think of something when we cross that bridge.”

“Jesus Christ Sloane! Are you listening to yourself? You need to quit lying to yourself, to everyone, to Gabe!” Dean leaned into her again, “You have to tell him Sloane.”

Sloane shot him a look of pure disbelief only to see that Dean was dead serious.

“I can’t-.” Sloane sighed, fighting back the tears that were forming in her eyes, “I won’t. I made a decision and I’m sticking by it.”

“Do you have any idea how immoral you sound right now?” Dean asked, “You’re really going to keep something this big from him? Gabe has a right to know.”

“And that means that I should subject my son to him all the while wondering when Gabe’s going to get bored and leave? I did what I thought was right for Ethan.”

“Right for Ethan? Or for yourself?” Dean said seriously, “After you left, he was in pretty bad shape. I couldn’t even kick his ass because I felt bad for him. Cut him a break.”

“You think I left him?”

“Well didn’t you?”

“He left me!” Sloane clarified, “I woke up that next morning and he wasn’t there. The man who you said ‘doesn’t run away from responsibility’ ran away from me. Twice! “

“Sloane, I had no idea. I just figured the way he acted after…this whole time I thought it was all because you left him.” Dean said surprising her by softening his tone.

“The only thing I left him, was my heart. Then I find out I was pregnant with a man’s baby who I foolishly fell for but wanted nothing to do with me. It was easy saying it was a one night stand because I was already so disappointed in myself I didn’t care what other people thought of me.

I didn’t stay away because I wanted too. I couldn’t come back. I don’t think I could’ve handled it if he left me again.”

Sloane sighed deeply following the purge of emotions she had just relieved herself of. It was a long time before either of them spoke.

“Sloane,” Dean said hesitantly, “I know you don’t want to hear this and I know that he hurt you, but you’re going to have to tell him. I know you can’t change the past, but you can change the future. Don’t be like him and run away. Even though I’m sure he had his reasons.”

“This coming from his best friend…”

“This is coming from your brother.” Dean corrected before starting in on her again.

She didn’t have time for this. She needed to check in with Gigi.

She grabbed her phone and punched in Gigi’s number. The phone droned and the display flashed ‘No Signal’. Not again.

Sloane walked across the kitchen to grab the house phone. Dialing Gigi’s number, she furrowed her eyebrows in confusion when it went straight to voicemail.

“What’s the matter?” Dean said suddenly, pausing his lecture when he registered the concern on Sloane’s face.

“I don’t know.” She replied as she redialed Gigi’s number again.

Voicemail again.

Shaking her head to refocus herself, she disconnected and called her voicemail.

“You have one new voicemail.” The automated system announced. When the system went on to announce the time stamp, Sloane went into full panic mode. It had to be wrong. The time stamp on the voicemail was from the middle of the night. As Gigi’s voicemail started to play, Sloane released the breath she had been holding.

“Breathe woman, everything is fine. I know it’s late but I wanted to check in before we board. I hate to do this to you but something has come up and I have get home before Daddy makes a colossal mistake. I’ll explain more when we land. Hold on someone wants to say hi.”

“Mommy? Hello Mommy? Aun’ Gigi, Mommy isn’t on here. Oooh…okay.” Sloane’s heart swelled upon hearing her son’s voice. In one breath he continued, “Guess. What. Mom? I git to ride in a big plane! Do you know Myles High? I heard Aun’ Gigi talkin’ bout him. She says you know him but I dunno him. And he has a club! What? I’m not done. Aun’ Gigi is grabbing the phone away. I gotta go. Love you Mommy!”

“You know I was just kidding about that little Mile High thing,” Gigi said as she got back on the phone, “Speaking of naughty, I do plan on getting the details about last night – so be ready. See you in a couple of hours.”

Sloane sat there blinking away the tears that had formed in her eyes. Today would mark the longest she’d ever been away from him, she missed him so much. Ethan’s excited little voice seemed to remedy the morning she’d been having.

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