Contract Marriage: I’ve Always Loved You

Steve’s P. O. V.

Two Years Later

“Look here, my little angels.” Grace’s voice catches Evan, Giana, and my attention, and we look at her.

I brush Giana’s long brown hair as she sits on my lap, absorbed in playing with her doll. Evan stands behind me, wrapping his arms around my neck, while Grace diligently works on her daily blog with the same enthusiasm as every day.

“Mama…” Evan walks over to Grace and jumps into her arms.

She giggles, kissing his cheek before turning the camera towards them. “Say hi to my followers, Evan.”

“Hi, Mama’s followers.” Evan waves at the camera, beaming. “Keep showering love on her because she is pretty and the best mama.”

“Aww… my baby. You are Mama’s best son.” Grace chuckles at Evan’s sweet words, her eyes shimmering with love as she holds him close.

“Mama, I’m also your best son.” Giana pouts at them, causing us to laugh.

“Princess, Evan is our best son, and you are our best daughter,” I explain, tucking her hair with the unicorn hairpin.

She looks at me with her tiny blue eyes filled with sadness, her fingers playing with the button on my shirt. “Why not son, Daddy?”

“Dumbo, because you’re a girl,” Evan says as Grace settles down beside us, taking him in her lap.

“Daddy… Mama… scold Evan. He’s again calling me dumbo.” Giana complains to us.

“Evan, be nice to your sister.” As I give a stern look to Evan, Giana sticks her tongue at him.

“Sorry, Sissy. I didn’t mean it. You’re not a dumbo.” He apologises instantly, realising his mistake.

Grace wraps her arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug. “It’s okay, sweetheart. We all make mistakes. The important thing is to learn from them and be kind to each other.” As she explains lovingly, running her hand in Evan’s hair, I just gaze at her with love in my eyes.

Grace has come a long way, from being a manipulative woman to being the loving and compassionate mother she is today. Each day, my love for this woman grows.

“I forgive you, Evan,” Giana utters softly, planting a kiss on his cheek.NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

Evan smiles, hugging her. “Thanks, Giana. You’re the best sister ever.”

Grace and I exchange a loving glance, admiring the bond between our children. Despite their occasional squabbles, it’s heartwarming to see how much they care for each other.

Grace looks up at me, her eyes filled with love. “We’re so lucky to have them, aren’t we?”

I simply nod, unable to find the words to express just how grateful I am for everything we have.

***

After getting ready for the office, I come downstairs and find my wife making pancakes for our kids while they are playing with their grandpa in the garden.

She is decked up in a simple yellow dress, her hair tied up messily in a bun, and no makeup, yet she looks so pretty that I feel like I’m the luckiest man alive to have her as my wife.

After walking over to her, I wrap my arms around her waist from behind, nuzzling her neck. “You look so beautiful, Wifey.”

“You always say this, Mr Grey,” she responds, chuckling. “And move away. You’re turning me on.”

“Really?” I place soft kisses on her neck, gliding my one hand up her thighs into her dress. “I haven’t even started yet.”

“Steve, please.” She murmurs, as I caress her crotch over the fabric of her undies with one hand, sliding down my other hand into her bra.

“What please, Mrs Grey?” I ask, moving my finger in circulation motion on her clit.

“Please stop. I have to prepare pancakes.” She breathes, grinding herself against my hand and clutching the handle of the whisk through which she was whisking the ingredients for the pancake batter a few minutes ago.

“But your body is telling something else, Wifey,” I whisper, slipping my hand into her undies and clasping her boobs with the other. “And you know I always listen to your body.”

Suddenly turning towards me, she grabs my collars and demands, “Then fuck me now,” moving closer to my face.

I just love my bold wife.

“Sure, my love.” After giving her a long, passionate kiss on her lips, I move away from her. “Just give me a sec.”

I rush to close the frosted glass door of the kitchen because I don’t want our kids to catch me fucking her mama.

After hurrying back to Grace, I lift her by her waist and settle her down on the countertop. We chuckle as a few things drop to the floor. I take off her undies and shut her mouth with it like always before raising her dress and parting her legs for me.

I pull off her hairpin to make her long brown hair fall on her back. “Now you look even more beautiful.” I gaze at her with lust in my eyes, standing a few paces away from her. “Your panty stuff into your mouth, your legs splay for me, your hair open and cascading down your back. It’s a sight that drives me wild,” I whisper, my voice filled with desire.

She looks at me with anticipation, her eyes filled with the same lust that burns within me. As I step closer, I can feel the heat radiating from her body. I run my hands along her smooth thighs, feeling her shiver beneath my touch.

I position myself between her legs, ready to fulfil her desires, and she encircles her arms around my neck. Our bodies intertwine, aching for pleasure. I enter her slowly, savouring the sensation of her warmth enveloping me. Moans escape her lips, muffled by the panties I placed in her mouth. The sound only ignites the fire within me, urging me to move faster and deeper.

Will I ever get enough of this woman?

Never.

She’s the epitome of desire, and knowing that she’s mine intensifies the pleasure beyond measure. Forever isn’t long enough to spend with her. Therefore, in every birth, I want her to be my beloved. If any life, she isn’t mine; I don’t want that life.

Around the kids, although it’s quite difficult to take out time for ourselves, we still find ways to keep the flame of our passion burning bright. No matter where we are or what we’re doing, we always find time to show our love for each other. Whether it’s stealing kisses in the kitchen while cooking or sneaking off for a quick fuck when the kids are busy or asleep. It’s our way of staying connected and keeping the flame of desire alive between us.

***

Grace and I reach the garden, preparing the pancakes together after our intense sexual encounter in the kitchen.

We smile at the twins who are sitting in the toy car, and their grandfather drives it through the remote, walking behind them. “Grandpa, fast….” Their sweet voices and giggles fill the air.

“Who will eat the yummy pancakes?” As Grace asks, their eyes immediately shift towards us.

“Mama, I’ll eat two pancakes.” Giana answers, showing her two fingers to us.

“You can’t even finish the one, sissy.” Evan chimes in, teasing his sister.

She frowns at him. “Don’t challenge me. Okay?”

“I’m not challenging you, sissy. Your tummy is smaller than me, I know.” He says, tickling her stomach, causing her to giggle.

Grace and I share a laugh at their banter. No matter what the situation, a genuine smile spreads across our faces upon seeing them. They’re like stars in our lives, lighting up even the darkest moments.