Modern Arrangements: Complete Trilogy (Modern Arrangements #1-3) (71 page)

"Take her back." He crossed
his little arms over his chest and grumbled.

Aidan wrapped his arms around his mini
me and chuckled at his eldest son’s reaction to having a baby sister. I smiled
at him.

"Walsh, we can’t give her back.
She’s coming home with us. This is your little sister. I need your help with
her, to take care of her and protect her."

He raised one eyebrow at me. Then he
huffed.

"Fine, but I not kissing her."
I laughed freely and so did Aidan as he held him tight in his arms.

The next day Aidan arrived with Walsh,
Livy and Cole to take Alesandra and me home from the hospital. I was highly
impressed to see Aidan take care of all three kids during the trip, they were a
handful. When the car pulled up to the house, Aidan helped me out of the car
with Alesandra. He helped Cole walk into the house while Livy was at my side
‘helping’ me carry Ales inside. Walsh wanted to carry my bag into the house,
but he ended up dragging the bag to the door.

We headed up to the nursery so Aidan
could get the bassinet out of the storage closet and put it in our room for
Ales. Once we were inside, I lay Ales in Cole’s crib.

"Mommy?" I turned to see Walsh
pulling on my shirt.

I knelt down to him. "What’s up
little man?"

"Where is the baby going to
sleep?" He furrowed his eyebrows at me.

"You want her to sleep in
here?"

"No, not in my room!" He
protested.

"That’s not very nice." I
stated to Walsh.

"Fine! She can sleep in here, but
she’s not playing with my toys!" He huffed and walked over to his toddler
bed, sitting down roughly.

I took a deep breath and exhaled as
Aidan came into the room with the bassinet. My face must have said everything.

"What’s wrong?"

I shook my head.

"Lilli?"

I picked up Ales and walked to our room.
Aidan followed, closing the baby gate behind him, and then setting up the
bassinet next to my side of the bed.

"Walsh is really having a hard time
with Ales. I think that maybe you should do something with him, have some one
on one time. And, perhaps, I’ll take him out as well, just one on one."

Aidan nodded. "That sounds like a
good idea but, honestly, I think he’s just a little jealous. Deep down, he
loves her." He kissed the top of my head and the kissed the top of Ales,
before turning back to the bassinet and making sure that it was secure.

Three days later, Aidan arranged a
‘boy’s day out’, taking Walsh and Cole to a place called ‘Fun Unleashed’. The
place had indoor slides, tunnels, ball pits, video games, and other things for
young kids. He had completely worn them out by the time they had gotten home.
Both of them passed out on the way home and wouldn’t even wake for a bath. We
ended up putting them to bed after stripping their dirty clothes from them.

The following week I decided to take
Walsh out by himself. Walsh loved dinosaurs, so I was going to take him to the
museum to see the dinosaurs. He must have been too used to me having Alesandra
all the time because panic filled his face as we got our coats on.

"Mommy?" I could hear the
slight worry.

"What’s up?" I started to zip
up his jacket.

"Where’s Ales?"

"She’s staying here?"

"By herself?" He said a little
loudly.

"Honey, Kimberly and daddy are
here." I tried to calm him.

"You can’t just leave her all alone,
Mommy!" He stormed toward the stairs, starting to climb them.

"Walsh." I yelled, following
after him. He turned around. "Honey, she won’t be alone. Kimberly is going
to take care of her while we go on our little trip."

"Um…" He paused. "Can we
take her with us, just to be safe?"

A smile spread across my face.

"Of course." Taking his hand,
we got Ales ready.

Aidan grinned watching his son finally walk
out the door, Ales joining us on our day out.

Chapter Twelve

Ten Years Later

Aidan

Today marked fifteen years my son and
daughter had been alive. The awe of it was still so amazing. Even more amazing
was the story of how everything came to be. My grandfather’s death and the
conditions of his last will and testament set forth an arrangement with a woman
I barely knew, but had been immediately intrigued. That woman became the love
of my life. Being married for almost sixteen years, she still has the same
effect on me as when I first met her.

Our lives were filled with so much
happiness. Walsh and Olivia celebrating their fifteenth birthday, the house is
currently filled with family and friends. As I look at each family member here,
I remember every crazy moment since Alesandra had been born.

Elora and James welcomed little Anne
into the world almost six months after Ales was born. Three years later, Karah
followed. Two years after, Henry was born. Finally, little Eliza, who was just
a year old, arrived. Elora put her foot down, immediately scheduling James for
a vasectomy.

James had the vasectomy roughly four
months ago. The panic of surgery day was something I liked to make fun of. Dixon’s
jokes about having been neutered were icing on the cake.

Celia and Dixon had gone through a lot.
Dixon became the head RN at the hospital. And, after Celia gave birth to their
second daughter, she decided to open her own import car garage. It didn’t take
long for the garage to do well and they soon invested in a larger home when
Celia found out she was pregnant number three.

Pulling up to Celia’s garage and seeing
an eight month pregnant women in grease covered overalls under a car, was
something else. She always had a pony tail and usually a ball cap. Her business
was slow to start which I assumed was because she was a woman, but after a few
clients and some word of mouth, especially from my family, given our obsession
for foreign cars, she was doing quite well.

Celia gave birth to Emily just two
months after Elora had Anne. Two years later, Bailey arrived, and then one year
after that came Coraline. The most recent addition was four year old Mary. I
remember being at the hospital to visit Celia the day she had Mary.

Lilli and I walked in to see Emily,
Bailey and Cora sitting around Celia and Dixon on the hospital bed. Mary was
cradled in Celia’s arms.

"Well, Dixon, it seems like your lifelong
dream finally came true?" Lilli smiled innocently as she leaned over
Bailey to see baby Mary.

"And what is that?" He raised
a brow.

"To be surrounded by beautiful
women, of course." She smirked.

He bellowed with laughter. I noticed not
one of his girls flinched at his loudness, each of them used to it.

"True, very true." He nodded.

Dixon often got asked if they were going
to try for a boy, in answer he would look at these people as if they were
crazy. One day, when we took the kids out to the park, he was asked about
trying for a boy by an old college friend we ran into.

"I don’t understand why people
think that the only reason we keeping have kids is to try for a boy."

We sat on a bench after saying goodbye
to our old classmate, watching the kids run around.

I patted his shoulder.

"I think everyone just assumes
couples want both sexes and all of that."

"Yeah, but honestly, Aidan, not once
did I hope it was a boy." He seemed to be thinking long and hard.
"Hell, I wouldn’t trade any of my ladies for that. I rather like having a
bunch of daddy’s girls." He grinned widely.

I nodded. "I do have to admit that
my girls have a special place."

"Exactly. I mean, if we had a boy
then I would be just as happy. Each pregnancy all I can do is hope and pray she
is healthy and the baby is healthy." His head snapped to me. "Shit,
man, I wasn’t even thinking…I’m sorry."

"It’s okay, I know what you
mean." I did know, all too well.

Lilli and I had gotten pregnant after
Alesandra. Unfortunately, Lilli suffered a miscarriage at four months and after
that she was terrified to get pregnant again. We used birth control, until I
got a vasectomy. Which had been just a few short months after James got his.

Two months after that park trip, Celia
was pregnant again. And, just like her prior pregnancies, they were now awaiting
the newest female addition to their family.

Oscar and Phoebe tried to conceive
again, but after three years of fertility clinics Phoebe gave up. Adeline would
remain their only child. However, with Oscar progressing in his position at the
hospital and Phoebe’s erratic designer schedule, one child seemed best.

Oscar, now Chief of Surgery, worked
relentless hours. At one point we all worried that Phoebe and Oscar would grow
apart. The worrying was put to rest one night when Dixon and I had gone to see
if Oz wanted to get out of the hospital for dinner with the guys.

Dixon led us to Oscar’s office door and
right before we were going to knock we heard obvious, but muffled, moans behind
the door. Dixon's face grew red before he exploded.

"I can’t believe that asshole is
cheating on Phoebe." He growled. His massive fist slammed against the
door. "Oscar Emerson, open this door!" Shuffling and the screech of
furniture moving came from behind the closed door. "God damn it, Oscar, I
am going to kill you!"

Looking up and down the hall, we had
grabbed the attention of some hospital staff.

"Dixon, keep it down." I
hissed.

"Fuck that, Aidan! If he's in there
with some nurse or whoever, I will beat the shit out of him for doing this to
Phoebe!" He directed every annunciated word to the closed, locked door.
"Oz!"

The door swung open. We stepped back. There
stood a wrinkled and ruffled, scowling Phoebe.

"Dixon, I love your chivalry, but
if you don’t let me finish fucking my very, very loyal husband, I will kill you!"

Laughter burst out of me. Grabbing my
stomach, I stumbled back until my back met the wall opposite Oscar's office.

"Uh…um…" Dixon was a loss for
words.

"Shoo, Dixon!" Phoebe yelled.

"For the love of God, Dixon, go
away! I’m dying here!" Oscar yelled from the dark room. A wicked gleam
past over Phoebe's face.

Both Dixon and I, understanding Oscar
meant
he was still at full attention
, quickly retreated.

"Yes, well, carry on, you
two!" Dixon grabbed my shoulder and tugged me down the hall. Still
laughing, we left the hospital for dinner without Oz.

Of course, I'd told Lilli about the
incident and she bent over laughing. Two days later, Lilli talked to Phoebe and
found out that these little trysts were a weekly happening for the two of them.
It was the one thing they did to stay connected as a man and woman, not just
husband and wife.

Since their schedules were so crazy,
Phoebe would visit Oscar, or Oscar would visit Phoebe in her studio. Sometimes
it was a parking lot in a car, a restaurant bathroom, and so on. Lilli was
shocked at Oscar's adventurous side. I suggested we take their example and institute
our own reconnection activities.

Having written off the idea of
convincing her to reconnect, I learned one late night at work that Lilli hadn't.
I still remember, sitting at my desk, going over more contracts and financial
reconciliations, when I heard my door shut. Looking up, I saw Lilli with a
mischievous smile on her face.

"Hey, what are—?"

 She cut me off by unbuttoning her wool
coat and dropping it into a puddle of cloth on the office floor. My breathing
hitched when she walked over in a dark blue satin and lace bra with matching
panties. To top it off, she had on blue thigh-high stockings and silver heels.

"Fuck, Lil…" I couldn’t even
finish because as soon as she walked around my desk trailing one finger on the
cold hard wood as she rounded it to stand in front of me, she placed her hands
on my knees with a wicked smile and pushed my knees apart.

I swallowed hard as her hands slid up my
thighs to my belt buckle. She undid my pants and then my shirt from the bottom
up. Once my buttons were undone, she leaned up, pressing her half naked body
against me, and pressed her mouth against mine.

Instinctually, I fisted her hair at the
nape of her neck and pulled her mouth closer until our teeth clinked together
for a moment. Her hands went to my hair and gently pulled on it.

Too soon, she pulled away from the kiss.
I was panting and hard like a thirteen-year-old boy with his first dirty
magazine. She slid down my body and slipped her hand into my pants and
underwear. Eagerly, I pushed my pants and underwear down a few inches, watching
her smile up at me from under her lashes. I licked my lips as I watched her
slide down so that my now free and naked cock slid between her satin and lace
covered breasts.

Then her head dropped and her tongue
flicked at my tip, causing it to twitch at the contact and me to moan loudly.
Next, her warm wet mouth encompassed me, her tongue swirling around the tip and
then further down the shaft.

With her hand at the base of my erection,
she moved her head up and down on me like she didn’t have a gag reflex. It was
so fucking hot, too hot! I could feel my balls tighten with my lower abdomen,
the telltale sign that I was going to cum.

"Lillihh….I’m…oh, fuck…I’m
gonna…fuck."

She giggled at my moans and moved her
mouth quicker on me. My orgasm hit and her mouth never left as I shuddered
through the release. After one last suck, she released me from her mouth with a
large Cheshire grin.

Gasping a couple of breaths, I watched
her stand before me. Quickly, before she could step out of my reach, I grabbed
her hips. I placed soft kisses on her bare stomach, raising my eyes to look up
at her.

"You’re proud of yourself, aren’t
you?" My question muffled, since I refused remove my lips from her skin.

"What can I say? I’m good."
She smiled wickedly.

I shoved her down onto my desk and moved
her high heel clad feet on either side of my body. There was a sharp intake of
breath from her when I dipped my tongue to the crevice of her thigh and hip.
Grabbing the lacy underwear, I tore them at the sides. Her head popped up, looking
at me. I smirked before delving between her warm, swollen lips.

"Ohhh…Ahhh…Ahhhd…" She moaned
and writhed on my large mahogany desk.

One of the hottest sights ever, my
gorgeous Lilli writhing on my desk as my tongue dove in and out of her, circled
her clitoris, and sucked on her lips.

"Fuck…Aidan…please." She
moaned.

Shoving two fingers inside of her, I rolled
them as my tongue worked her until she yell out my name. As she got close to
her release, I slipped one finger out of her and slid it into her ass. Her
whole body arched. Her walls clench around my fingers as the evidence of her
orgasm dripped down my fingers.

"Fuck…Aidan." She lay on my
desk panting.

"What can I say? I’m good." I
mimicked. However, I couldn’t gloat too long. I was hard again. "Come here."
I growled.

She sat up with a curious look on her
face.

Grabbing her by the satin connecting the
cups of her bra, I pulled her to me. Turning her around, I bent her over my
desk. Using my knees to part her legs, I quickly thrust inside of her.

"Aidan!"

"Call me, Mr. Iverson." I
ordered.

"Fuck me, Mr. Iverson!" She
moaned pressing back into my thrusts. "Oh… yes…Mr. Iverson!"

"Scream for me, Ms. Snowe. Scream
my name." I demanded.

"Mister Iverson!" She screamed.
I drove in and out of her faster. "Harder, Iverson!"

Holy fuck, her ordering me around by my
last name was hotter than I ever imagined. The heavy mahogany desk groaned from
the force of fucking her. With each drive she moaned and gripped at the edges
of the wood.

Grabbing her left thigh, I lifted her
knee to rest on the desk, slamming into her a couple more times before she
quivered and clenched down around me. Screaming my name, she came.

Still pumping furiously, she moaned her
release. When the massaging clench of her walls pulled my orgasm from me, I
gripped her hips and pounded through my release.

Both of us finished and breathless, I
sat back into my chair, pulling her with me.

"That was fantastic." I rasped.

"Mmm hmm." Lilli settled into
my lap.

After a few moments, she looked up at me
with a smile.

"What?" I asked.

"Mr. Iverson?" She smirked.

"What can I say? You just fulfilled
a fantasy for me. A fantasy I’ve had for a long, long time."

"Oh, so you’ve fantasize about
fucking an assistant or some woman frequently?" She raised her brow
playfully.

"Nope, only you." I kissed her
lips.