Always Us

family business pt. i

"Just one more."

"No," Olivia sighed, tightening her grip on the back of his neck.

Spencer looked down at his wife in her most relaxed state, beneath him. It was a lucky morning. All their kids were still asleep. Though that still didn't absolve them from having to be quiet. One squeak too loud, and it was game over.

"Shit," she hissed when he aimed at her favorite angle. It was a tactic. She knew what he was doing. Pulling out all the tricks to make his case more appealing. And while most women would probably be irritated at this form of convoluted persuasion, she didn't care. If nagging was the price to pay to feel like this, then let him nag.

"I'll do all the dirty work. You won't have to lift a finger. Dirty diapers, night time feedings. I have the time now."

His impassioned speech fell on deaf ears. "My clit, baby," she mumbled.

His thumb started circling, and her nails dug into his skin. Then applying more pressure, he watched her jaw fall open as her body arched against him.

"We're practically professionals now," he threw in.

Once again, she ignored him.

Under the covers, their hips rocked to the tune of their ragged breathing.

"You look so beautiful." He was losing focus, and so was his argument. "You're so beautiful, baby."

"Mhm," she whimpered, eyes closed, relishing in the feeling of his long strokes. "Fuck. A little faster."

He obliged. When she couldn't take it anymore, she pulled him down and buried her mouth into the crook of his neck, letting out her suppressed moans.

"Good morning," she hummed, opening her eyes and catching the tail-end of his climax. When he rolled off of her, she turned to caress his cheek. "I needed that. Thank you."

"You know what I need?" He turned his head to kiss her palm.

She rolled her eyes. "I said no, Spencer."

"I need something to do with my time now that I'm retired."

She raised her eyebrows, giving him a quizzical look. There were plenty of options for him to fill up his time with. Like his four children. "We agreed on four. You got four."

"Only three pregnancies though," he pointed out.

She climbed over him and off the bed. "That's not how that works."

He reached out his hand, clinging to her thigh as she wrapped a satin robe around her body. She pried his fingers off of her leg then strolled over to the floor to ceiling windows of their hotel room. Opening the curtains, she welcomed the soft golden glow as it spilled onto the wooden floors.

They had gotten lucky this morning. They woke up before the sun to maximize their chances. But still, they got lucky. By some miracle, neither of the twins had come barging into their room.

"I will treat you like a queen." She eyed him cautiously as he slipped from underneath the covers. "Anything you want, it's yours."

"You already do that." She crossed her arms, watching him flex as he got nearer. Like a lion going after its prey, he was on the prowl. There was a dangerous look in his eyes. "No, no, no," she shrieked, laughing a little too loudly as she tried to dodge his attack.

In one quick swoop, he had her caged into the corner of the room. "Let me get you pregnant one more time."

In that moment, her giddiness took over, and she almost slipped up. His promises to take care of her and another baby were as good as gold. There was no questioning that.