The luckiest

Chapter 15

"Good grief, Ginny!"

"I know!" I turn to look at Charlie, his face scrunched up as he leans in the doorway of the nursery.

"What is that boy eating?"

"Pure breast milk." I manage a laugh.  "Come on, I thought you'd be used to this by now."

"I wanted to check in with you on whether you're up to some alone-time this coming Friday?"

I smile at him, while expertly executing a baby wipe, diaper cream situation.  "Sure.  Ask your folks to come over?"

"Yeah, I'll call 'em later to discuss."  He comes over to give me a quick peck on the cheek, then grabs the dirty diaper and bags it.

"Thanks.  See ya in a bit for breakfast."

I'm excited for the night out with with Charlie and am already putting an outfit together in my head.  I gather I'll need to get a nap in before we head out.

The girls are toddling about in the backyard while I'm on the deck with a sleeping baby Charlie.  He is in his bassinet, a muslin cloth gently draped over him.  I quietly count my blessings as I look from him to the girls.

"Momma!" Caitlin wails.  She is about to enter the throes of a tantrum, when Cara shoves her down to the ground.  I think she is too shocked at the action to cry.

"Cara!  No!"  I say sternly.  I rush over and kneel between them , "Girls.  What's going on?"

"Its mine!" Cara insists.

"No, mine!" Caitlin mouths from her spot on the ground.

"What is?"  I ask.

Caitlin holds up what looks like half a photograph.  Its crumpled up and I can just about make out Charlie's face.

"It's my daddy." Caitlin says quietly.

"My daddy too." And Cara starts with the tears.

"Let me see that." I say, gently taking the photograph from Caitlin.  When I straighten it out, I notice the other part.  Its Charlie alright.  Charlie, Ben, the day manager and my favourite ex-employee, Lily.  Lily is in between Charlie and Ben, her arms draped around either of them as the sit on barstools.  I look for where my husband's hands are.  They're on his knees.  Good.  I turn the photograph around.

* Remember this night? * 

What the actual f**k?!  Who gave him this photo?  What happened that night?  Was it recently?  Was it when she worked there? There's no date on the photo.  

"Oh no.  This is important.  It belongs to Daddy.  I'll just keep it for him so long.  OK?"

Both girls nod.  Their little tear-stained faces betray their agreement, but right then, all I had was murder on my mind.

Charlie is home relatively early and quickly jumps into a shower while I prep dinner.  The girls are watching some Peppa Pig in the den and baby Charlie is in the camp-cot in the kitchen. 

All I got was the quick "Hey baby.  Going to shower quickly."  I decided to not act like a psychotic wife and would wait until all the kids were in bed to address the issue.

We're seated at the table and I can barely concentrate on my meal.  My eyes are almost glazed over, as I stare at the girls and their plates.  The peas and chicken blurring into blobs of colour in front of me, until I feel a greasy finger poking me on the nose followed by a "Boop!" Its Caitlin and she and Cara are giggling away as I shake off the daze.

"There she is." Charlie muses.

"Sorry.  I must be really tired." I lie.  I am thinking of smart-mouthed ways to bring it up later; to catch him off-guard.  He wouldn't lie to me though, right?  We'd dealt with this type of issue between us not too long ago.  I think back to Cane and how Charlie felt and I rethink my approach.

"Gin?" Charlie questions again.

"Let's talk later."

He nods, "Sure."  I see the concern in his eyes.  I feel angry that a photo like that even exists.  Then, I find myself feeling annoyed that I'm angered by it, knowing full-well that Charlie has never been interested in Lily, but then I know that Lily would not have turned down any opportunity to get close to my husband and then that angers me again.  Eurgh!

"I'm not hungry anymore.  Do you mind making sure the girls finish?  I'm going to run their bath."  I get up and clear my plate.

"Uh, sure thing, baby.  I'll clear up here." Now he just sounded downright concerned.

The girls are tucked into their beds, waiting for their story while I settle onto the little loveseat between them, baby brother in my arms and a Charlie and Lola book extended in front of me.

"I have this little sister, Lola.  She is small and very funny." I begin to read.  I look up to see Charlie entering the room and sitting down next to me.  I make quick work of the book while he sits next to me, his hand on my thigh, his fingers gently stroking.

Once we're done with our goodnight's to the girls, we head into the nursery, to put our youngest down.  Charlie readies his crib and turns on the night light.  The patterns that whirl around the room, almost put me into a trance.  I gently put a sleeping baby Charlie down and cover him slowly.  His little mouth makes sucking motions and then stops, a little smile looks like its about to spread and then his mouth goes back into the sucking motion.  I quickly pop his pacifier in and he is settled.

Hopefully the routine is a-go for tonight and I silently admonish myself for being so naïve.

We walk to our bedroom, the photograph burning a hole in the back pocket of my jeans.  It feels like forever at the pace we're walking.  Once we enter, Charlie closes the door and leans against it for a bit.  After giving me a thoughtful glance, he slowly walks over to where I'm sitting on the bench in front of our bed.

"Now, Ginnifer, whatever am I going to do with you and this mood you're in?"

I know he's trying to just ease a tense situation, but I suddenly imagine Lily flirting with him and it immediately sours things, "Here." I say, getting up and producing the photograph.

He is studying it, his eyes glued to it.  He doesn't turn it over or examine it the way I did.  He clearly knows of it.

"I'd say something, if I were you, Charlie."

He shakes his head, "Let's not revisit that whole Lily conversation, when you very well know that nothing has ever happened and will ever happen."  He is calm (as usual) and I would normally flip out to try and get a reaction from him, but I'm just so physically tired at this point.

"You're right.  Nothing happened, but its the text on the back and what was so special about that night.  When was it, by the way?"

"Ginny.  Let's not do this."

"It was earlier this year."

I'm beginning to feel sick to my stomach, "Go on."

"Just before Charlie was born.  The staff thought we should have a few drinks before I had the time off for his birth.  About a week before we went to the lake house."

"So, she was invited?"

"Ben invited a bunch of people that had worked with us. I didn't know she'd be there."

"What about the note at the back?"

"I don't know who it's from.  I found it on my desk in the office at work.  I asked Ben and Lucas, but they had no clue. I stuck it in my pocket when I left on work on Monday, meaning to get rid of it.  It must have fallen out of my pocket in the yard when I took out the trash here at home.

I want to believe him and God help me, I do, but there's so much more to be answered.

"Do you think it's Lily?" I ask him.

He nods.

"Do you want me to call her?" I offer.

"No.  Let's just leave it.  If it is her and we ignore her, she'll get it."

He pulls me back down to the bench with him and we sit facing each other.  He cups my face in his hands and kisses me gently, "This," he motions between us with his hand, "It's forever."

"I know."

"Good."

I kiss him this time and climb onto his lap, my arms over his shoulders, hands in his hair; hungry for his touch.  I feel him grow hard beneath me and a small smile forms on my lips.

"Why Mrs King, I do believe its make-up time."

"Shut up and do things to me I can blush about in the morning."  He laughs at me retort and proceeds to own my mouth with his.  Our tryst going from light-hearted to R in an instant.

My shirt is pulled over my head, buttons still tied and gets caught at my wrists, "You're stuck." He says hoarsely between kisses, "I like it." And in seconds, Charlie shifts us onto the bed, him astride me and my arms above my head, the shirt still acting like ties.

I'm helpless as he trails kisses from my mouth, down my throat, between my breasts, over my belly button and above the waist of my pants.  I am wriggling beneath him in anticipation, but he takes his sweet time, kissing me across the waistline.  Then, he lifts his head and looks me in the eyes.  "Do you want me to take these off of you, Ginny?"

He runs a finger beneath the waistband of my pants and I immediately feel the pull in my abdomen. "Uh-huh."

"I'll do it, but only if you let me do it this way."

"Anything."

"Really?"

"Really."

He bites down on his bottom lip and pulls his t-shirt off, over his head.  His body is so beautifully ripped, it makes me want to stop the games and just have my way with him.  However, I have learnt that patience is a virtue and I am keen to see where my husband's plan will lead.

He undoes my pants and pulls them off.  Then, he brings me up and onto my knees.  He takes my shirt, ties a sleeve around my right wrist and the other sleeve to the one post.  He does the same with a scarf he finds in my drawer.  I'm tied up, on my knees and my underwear is practically soaked as he strips down to his boxer-briefs.  I can see the outline of his c**k straining against his underwear and I swear it twitched as I catch his eye.

He is on his knees in front of me, hands on my hips and mouth on my neck.  I can't help, but moan and mumble what is a semblance of his name.

"If you like that, you'll like this more." He teases and positions himself on the bed, on his back, his face between my thighs.  Before I can acclimate, his pulling me down and his mouth is on me.  His tongue flicks back and forth, around, back and forth again.  My head is spinning.  He slips a finger inside of me and gently moves it in and out while he licks back and forth. 

As a soft groan escapes me, it almost urges him on and he moans as he keeps licking.  His free hand is grasping my ass and he squeezes harder as I edge closer.  Then, as he slips a second finger inside of me, he sucks on my c**t and my eyes flutter closed, the end looming near for me.  Without a care and forgetting my own name for a few seconds, I manage to call his out, even if it sounds garbled and incoherent.

Before I can properly adjust to my undoing, Charlie is behind me and bending me over.  With one of his knees, he pushes my legs further apart and enters me.  He slips one hand around my front and gently rubs on my swollen c**t as he pushes in deeper.  I jerk at the sensation of his fingers on the overly-sensitive spot, but I bite down on my lip and allow his delicious assault to continue.

Soon, we have a rhythm and his hands are now both firmly on my waist as he grinds into me.  I feel almost owned; possessed and consumed by him as he pushes into me.  He is moving faster, his breath becoming ragged and his hands gripping tighter.  I keep up with him and I moan in delight as he pushes deeper.  He brings his hands up to my breasts and squeezes gently, two fingers expertly rolling a n****e between them.  "Aaaah, Charlie." and I c*m again, my breasts swollen and heavy.

He moves even faster and let's out what sounds like "f**k, Ginny.", I know he's finished and we fall forward; him on top of my back and me leaning over, my hands still tied.

After I'm freed from the bed posts, I'm invited to a hot shower, where my husband scrubs me from head to toe.  Placated and satisfied for the night, I don't bring up the photograph again.  I try to focus on the here and now with my husband and even manage to catch a couple of hours of sleep before baby Charlie howls through the baby monitor on my side of the bed.  Ah, nothing like a hungry two-month old to bring you back to reality.