Try Again

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Warning!! Chapter may contain consensual but rough sexual play, sexual submission, oral sex and extreme BDSM, sexual and physical violence.

Chapter contains elements of toxic relationships and cheating.

Please do not read if you have a problem with anything above.

--- Ashe's Point of View ---

When we sat down to eat at the dining room table, I realized that this felt, normal, and peaceful.

I looked over at Max who was eating and reading something on his phone, beside him was Alice, in her highchair eating some eggs.

I looked over to the other side, on the ground in a rocker was Aiden, asleep after having his breakfast.

It was so domestic and gentle, that I found myself smiling as I ate my food, he made different food that I was used to, food we didn't normally eat in Utah.

He made hard boiled eggs, pancakes and grits, I normally have never had grits but the were normal in the south, while talking one day I had learned that his family was from Georgia and still made a lot of southern food.

"You're running low on food." He said this offhandedly and I gave him a confused look, then after a moment I smiled at him.

"Okay...I'm aware."

He smiled and shook his head while handing Alice a piece of pancake that she willingly took and stuffed in her mouth making a happy sound at the taste. 

"Sorry, I was leading that with maybe we should go to the farmers market downtown, we could walk there, let the kids get some nice air and go together."

I blushed at the idea of walking in public with them.

It was then that I got a pang in my heart, that radiated outward, I almost dropped my fork.

I felt like I could never go walking with Austin, he was always keeping me private, keeping me hidden away, I almost felt like crying because I realized that Max wanted to be seen in public with me.

"I would like that." I smiled at him.

"Me to...I have to go to work tonight and I want to spend as much time with you today as you will let me."

I took a deep drink of the sweet tea that he had made.

"You can spend all day with me..." I flirted.

{2 Hour Later}

We stepped outside of the house, I had the single stroller with Alice in it, and he had a baby carrier that he was wearing like a backpack, with Aiden in the front facing outwards.

Max held his tiny hands, and Aiden was giggling, I looked at them both as we started walking down the street, we looked like a normal healthy happy family.

--- Austin's Point of View ---

I had to watch as Ashe and that asshole Max walked down the street – he looked like he was her fucking husband and they were his kids, possessiveness came over me because that was the women that I love and they were my kids.

I didn't know if I was more pissed off or wanted to cry... I turned away and walked the other way, I had to meet my son at the airport and get him settled with the Nanny that I brought along, she would be living with me and him here until I could get Ashe to come home to me.

She needed to be disciplined, she needed to remember that I was her Master, I wanted to show her that I love her, but our relationship has always been complicated. I would leave Armani with the Nanny and I would see if I could get Ashe alone tonight.

--- Ashe's Point of View ---

{Late Night}

Max later that night had to go do something at work and I was alone with my kids, they were both asleep, tired after a long and fun day. 

There was a soft knock at the door, I knew who it was and I at first didn't want to answer it, then he knocked again – a bit harder, slowly I went to the front door and opened it.

Austin was standing there, he had showered, and he looked nice, his cologne smelled amazing. He looked at me.

"Are our kids asleep?"

"Yes."

"Good."

He held up a collar and a chain... I whimpered.

"You know what I want Baby Girl, and in spite of you playing house with Max, I know you still fucking want me..."

"Austin..."

"Try again Baby Girl."

I closed my eyes taking a few deep breaths, and said the word that I now fight. "Daddy..."

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