The Mitchell Family Series BoxSet 1-4.5 (104 page)

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, baby, 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, baby, I took care of all the invoices earlier. What are you still doing in here?” She came around the desk and sat on my lap. 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 out 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 held 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.”

I closed the door behind us and we headed back downstairs. Since Savanna’s parents were due in the morning, it was best if she was awake when they arrived. I was much better at going without sleep than my wife. She had a real grumpy streak when she wanted to. Now, for me, it was cute, but for others, it wasn’t so much.

We no sooner made it to the last step when I felt something grumble against my hand. Of course, my daughter looked up at me and smiled as she scrunched her face and continued to poop in her diaper. 
Oh for shit’s sake!
“Girl, if you weren’t the cutest thing.” I shook my head and turned back around to head up to her room where the diapers were. “I guess you’re tellin’ Daddy it’s goin’ to be a long night.”

I don’t know why, but the child only had explosions when she was under my care.

Chapter 3

Savanna

I woke up at around three in the morning to find myself alone in my bed. I climbed out of bed and went searching for my husband, who I knew had fallen asleep in some random place. Every time he took Christian so I could sleep, they ended up falling asleep in a chair, or on the couch.  Sure enough, I found my husband snoring away with a little girl lying flat against his chest. There was no way I could have slept to that noise, but Christian seemed to really be soothed by it.

Now, the problem with waking Colt to come up to bed, was the chance that it would also wake our daughter. While he opened his mouth to let out his next growling snore, I reached down and put my lips against his. He startled immediately and opened his eyes. I pulled back in time to see him making sure Christian was secure in his arms. It was little things like that that made me appreciate how much of a great father he was.

I held my finger up to my lips to remind him to not say anything. Colt sat up slowly and we were able to walk Christian up to her bedroom without waking her. As we climbed into bed, Colt grabbed me and pulled me into his arms. “See you in a few hours, darlin’.”

Morning came too fast, as did a screaming baby. Noah, who was going to be six at the beginning of the year, liked to think he could safely get his sister out of her crib by himself. Now, Colt and I would love to think that he could do it, but it still made us nervous when he did it. Before I could climb out of bed to attend to our daughter, Noah came walking in the room with her in his arms.

“Look, Chris, here’s Mommy and Daddy.”

I held out my arms for my daughter. She leaned over with little tear filled eyes and immediately stopped crying. “Noah, run downstairs and get Mom a bottle. Do you remember how to do it?” Colt was just making sure.

“Yeah, Dad, I am almost six ya know. Besides, Mom put a sticker on the button on the microwave. All I have to do is touch it.”

“Don’t forget to take the nipple off first.” Colt shook his head as I threw in that last reminder.

We heard Noah go running down the stairs and then a giant crash. Colt was out of bed, before I could even blink. By the time I made it down the stairs with Christian in my arms, Colt had Noah in his arms and was carrying him to the couch. “Tell me where it hurts, bud.”

Noah was screeching in pain. He was using his one arm to point to his other one. Colt went to touch it and Noah screamed louder, causing his sister to begin crying. Colt stood up and came over to where I was standing. “Do you need some ice?”

He shook his head. “His wrist is already turning purple. I’m going to have to run him to the emergency room to get an x-ray.”

I turned around to start getting us ready. “Just give me ten minutes.”

Colt grabbed my arm and stopped me. “I can take him myself. It’s not a big deal. Besides, the family will be here in a few hours. There’s no tellin’ how long it will take. Just take care of Christian and I will call you when I know somethin’.”

Colt ran upstairs and came back down five minutes later fully dressed. He wrapped a coat around Noah. As he picked him up to carry him out to the car, I rushed to his side. “Noah, you’re going to be fine. I love you.”

He cried out and tried to reach for me. “Mommy!”

I knew he was in terrible pain to call me Mommy. There was no way in hell I was letting Colt take our son to the hospital without me and Colt knew it as soon as he looked me in the eye. He slouched his shoulders and carried Noah back to the couch. “Well come on then, get yourself dressed so we can get this kid looked at.”

I started running up the steps. “Call your mother and have her come here.”

I threw on a pair of sweats and one of Colt’s hoodies and changed Christian’s diaper. As I was walking down the stairs, I heard a car pulling up out front. My mother-in-law came running in the house. I didn’t let her talk as I handed her Christian. “She needs to eat her cereal and drink a whole bottle. She has a fresh diaper and we will call you as soon as we know something.”

She knew the drill, since she’d raised a little boy herself. With one child situated we rushed the other one as fast as we could to the hospital.

Three hours later, we were driving home with one unhappy child. He broke his wrist in two places and had to wear a cast up to his elbow.  Since this was his second cast, he already knew what color he wanted and who was going to sign it.

We pulled into the ranch and saw my parent’s car in front of the house.  Noah, who had pouted the whole way home, started getting all hyper in the backseat.  I think before Colt had the car into park, our son was jumping out of the back. My father came running off the porch and met him halfway. He picked him up and spun him around.

My mother was content to stay on the porch swing with Christian on her lap and Colt’s mom at her side. They waved to us as we got out of the car. Colt walked up behind me and massaged my shoulders as we approached the house.

Once we all got inside, it became chaotic. My mother missed us and when she came to visit, she kind of took over. Since I appreciated the help and someone to keep Christian occupied, I never complained about it. Hell, if she wanted to stay up all night with my daughter, it would have been fine with me.

I heard my son scream and went flying for the front door. Ty came busting in the door with two child carriers and a diaper bag strap hanging from his mouth. He tried to smile, while the bag clung to his teeth. When I saw him pucker his lips, I gave a disgusted face and took the two baby carriers from him instead of the bag. As soon as I bent over to sit down the carriers, he had grabbed me from behind and swung me around for a hug. “Oh, Van, I am so glad to see you. Miranda said if she had to be in the car with me for another second she was going to rip out my tongue. Do you have any idea how traumatized I would be?”

I pushed him away from me and reached my arms out for Miranda. She was laughing and shaking her head. “He found a station that played all Christmas music. For the past six hours it’s all I’ve heard. Not to mention, he sang every single song at the top of his lungs, even over the boys screaming in the backseat. Did you know my husband knows every single word to Feliz Navidad? He even turned down the volume and sang. Just imagine how awful it was?”

I’d heard Ty’s attempts at singing. Colt had been gifted with a beautiful voice, but Ty, not so much. I started to laugh just imagining him belting out the lyrics to that song while Miranda smacked him with everything she could to get him to stop. “I would have threatened to walk the rest of the way.”

“I did. He didn’t believe I would do it, so I had reverted to sexual favors.”

“Oh my God, while the kids were in the car?” Nothing would shock me when it came to the two of them.

Miranda gave me a dirty look. “Of course not!”

“You never know with you two.” We both laughed and headed into the kitchen with the other women. The table was already filled with pies that the ladies had made before they came. My kitchen was big, but not big enough for all the women to crowd inside of.

Colt’s mom leaned into my shoulder. “Are you sure you want to do this here? We can bring everything over to the main house.”

I gave her a wide eyed smile. “I’m sure, but thank you. You know I appreciate everything you’re doing to help out.”

She came over and hugged me. “I love you so much. You’re the only daughter I will ever have.”

If I could have picked one mother-in-law out of every mother in the entire world, I would have chosen Colt’s mom. She was the most giving and honest woman I knew. She loved her family and did everything she could to make sure everyone was happy. “Thanks. I love you too.”

Ty came in the kitchen carrying yet another dessert. He winked at me as he sat it down and pointed to it. Right in the center was a spot where the plastic wrap had been ripped open. Upon further inspection, he began to laugh. “You don’t want to know.”

I knew he was referring to that movie where the guy had sex with the pie. I rolled my eyes. “Keep it up and I will feed that shit to Sam.”

“I worked so HARD on it.” The way he said the word hard made his aunt and mother-in-law turn around and give him the evil eye. My mother just shook her head and rolled her eyes. She’d known Ty for too long to take anything he said serious.

Commotion caught our attention as we made our way out to the living room to greet Ty’s parents and Conner. I felt bad that he had to ride with them the whole way. I can’t imagine the conversations and how bored he must have been. He came right in and started hugging everybody, finally getting to me last. “Hey there hot stuff, how you feelin’?”

“Good, still a little tired. How are things with you? Are you seeing anyone?” Conner needed a woman.

He smiled and looked around the room. “You know I can’t kiss and tell.” He walked away with a wink and left me more curious.

Before I knew it, the house was filled with all kinds of commotion. The kids were running around like maniacs while the little ones were being passed around like hot potatoes. The twins were the cutest little boys and I wanted to stop entertaining everyone so I could have a turn with them. 

Bella grabbed one of them and began lugging him around. She was so petite that it was hard for her to carry him. Miranda went running to his rescue and grabbed the poor baby up. “Bella, you know you are not allowed to carry your brothers around.”

“But I wanted to play house with Noah and they were going to be the kids.” She looked thoroughly disappointed with her hands on her hips.

Ty came walking over. “Iz, what did your mother say?”

She put her little head down and headed up the stairs, without a baby. “Okay, Daddy.”

Miranda was standing next to me as Ty came up behind her, burying his head into her neck. “Who needs turkey when my wife smells like this. Sometimes I could just eat her skin.”

She giggled and pushed him away. “Ty, cut it out. They already think all we do is have sex.”

“So what? I think that’s pretty freaking awesome.” He would have thought that, considering that half of his brain was attached to the head of his penis.

I gave him a dirty look and started to walk away. He grabbed me by the arm and pulled me back. “Don’t forget about my pie. I made it myself. I want to watch you eat it.”

“Is that supposed to make me want to eat it? I’m not getting near that.” There was no way in hell I was eating a pie that he made, and had poked a hole in.

“You will eat it. I’ll make you.”

Colt came up behind Ty and took out his knees, sending him tumbling to the floor in front of me. By the time he regained his composure, the whole room was laughing. Of course, instead of directing his anger and revenge against Colt, he looked at me and winked. “It’s on, sweet thang!”

It was at that moment when I started to regret taking on Thanksgiving with the whole family. I looked around my house and felt like the walls were closing in.

How was I going to pull this off without going insane?