One Drunken Mishap ✔️

36: Getting back to normal somewhat

When we arrived home from the Virgin Islands, our first task was to pick up the girls. We had missed them a lot. Don't get me wrong, a parent needs a break, but I tend to miss my girls after a day.

We picked them up from Ben's and then went home, where I gave them their gifts: necklaces. Each girl got the same one but different colors. Kami got purple, her favorite color, and Georgia got blue, her favorite color.

We also had to file adoption paperwork for Georgia on Monday morning. Georgia wasn't going to be my stepdaughter but my legal one. It didn't matter anyway because she and Kami were my daughters, biologically or not. It was the same with Scott.

When families blend, it depends on the people and how they view children. We looked at it as a family because that's what we were. I also had to change all my information with my last name. It's a good thing I was still off on recovery.

On Tuesday, Scott would announce work concerning Mitch, Corey, and me to the staff. This announcement didn't change things at work. Scott still wanted to keep things separate, which was fine with me. It made it less complicated.

Once we were home and settled, our friends decided to visit us. The girls gave me a hard time because I did not invite them to the wedding, but they understood. On the other hand, the guys cheered for Scott finally landing me. I swear they were something else.

As for us, we settled into married life quite nicely. Although I still couldn't figure out why I wanted sex so much. It was like I craved it. Not that Scott was complaining. My husband could go all night if it weren't for the fact we needed sleep.

Whenever we got a chance, we were going at it like rabbits. Maybe it was because of the idea of being married; I didn't know.

I remember one time he came home from work. The girls were at Ben's, and it didn't take long until we were going at it on the counter in the kitchen. Another time, he had just closed the door, and I jumped on him. Clothes didn't matter. As long as we had access to each other, it was on.

Things were a bit crazy for us.

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We went home from dinner one night, and I felt a little frisky. I'm guessing Scott was, too, because he pulled off somewhere, and it didn't take long before we got his pants undone, and I straddled his lap.

It was passionate and rough as he thrust inside of me over and over as moans escaped our lips. As soon as we found our release, we both let out a groan. I stayed on his lap until we stopped moving and looked at him.

"So much for waiting until we got home," he said as I laughed. He pulled me into a kiss as I smiled against his lips.

I finally climbed off, and we fixed ourselves before returning to the road.

At some point, I must have fallen asleep. I didn't even remember falling asleep. When we pulled up to the house, Scott got out, walked over to my side, and pulled me out of the car. He carried me inside the house and up to bed.

From there, he changed me into pajamas and covered me up, then changed himself and joined me. I cuddled up next to him as I slept.

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The following day, I awoke to the smell of something awful and bolted to the bathroom, where I proceeded to lose the contents of my stomach.  As I heaved, I heard footsteps until Scott came into the bathroom.

"Lina? What's wrong?"  He walked over, held up my hair, and rubbed my back as I kept heaving until I finished. I flushed the toilet, then got up and brushed my teeth. Then, I made my way back to bed, and he followed suit.

I lay down and looked at him, "What are you making?"

"Eggs.  Why?"

"They smell awful," I groaned.