Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 132464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 662(@200wpm)___ 530(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 662(@200wpm)___ 530(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
I smile, expecting Kat to shoot me a snarky expression to match my own, but she doesn’t. To the contrary, she’s looking at me the same way she did when she walked down the aisle toward me on our wedding day—like I’m the answer to her most fervent prayer.
“I love you,” Kat says softly, her eyes wide and sparkling.
“And I love you,” I say. I begin changing my serene daughter’s diaper. “I love you forever and ever and ever, Mrs. Faraday.”
Kat’s face melts.
“I tell you what, Party Girl,” I say. “How about you get yourself into a nice, hot tub in the bathroom while I rock our little terrorist to sleep, and then I’ll join you in the bath and let you wash the baby-puke off me?”
“Oh,” Kat says. “That sounds lovely.” Without hesitation, she pulls her nightgown over her head and throws it onto the bed, revealing her new, sexy curves and dark, erect nipples. “Maybe while we’re in the tub together, I’ll imagine I’m a mermaid who’s recently sprouted legs—and maybe if you’re really sweet to me, I’ll let you teach me what my newfangled vagina is for.”
I laugh. “So, we’re gonna do a porno version of The Little Mermaid?”
Kat giggles and winks. “See you soon, Prince Eric. Don’t keep me waiting too long.” She honks her delectable boobs and sashays into our bathroom, singing “Part of Your World” at the top of her lungs, her ass cheeks swishing to and fro as she moves.
I look down at Gracie. “Damn, you’re mommy’s sexy,” I say. “And very, very silly, too.”
I scoop Gracie off the dresser, change her into her Hello Kitty footy-pajamas, and bring her over to the rocking chair that’s now a permanent fixture in the far corner of our large bedroom. After settling into the chair with Gracie in my arms, I rock her slowly, looking deeply into her big, blue eyes—the beautiful blue eyes that make me want to be a better man—and I begin to sing my favorite lullaby to her: “You Are My Sunshine.”
“You are my sunshine,” I sing softly, rocking rhythmically in my chair, staring into my daughter’s ocean-blue eyes—and, as always happens in moments like this, I begin thinking about Gracie’s namesake, the supernaturally beautiful woman who long ago sang this same, simple song of love to me.
When I reach the end of the song, Gracie’s still staring at me with wide eyes, so I sing it again from the top, rocking my sweet little baby slowly, calmly, breathing deeply as I do—until, finally, Gracie’s lovely eyelids flutter and shut.
“Gracie Louise Faraday,” I whisper softly when my song is over and her breathing has turned deep and rhythmic. “I love you, Little G.” I close my eyes, sending a little prayer to heaven to the other Grace Faraday, the one surely watching over us at this very moment. “I love you, Mom,” I whisper.
Gracie’s rosebud lips part and hang open in complete relaxation. Her body’s a tiny sack of potatoes in my arms. I get up from the glider and carefully lay her down on the center of our large bed, and then I head toward my bathroom, my cock tingling with anticipation.
I enter the bathroom and there she is—my beautiful mermaid, soaking in a hot tub, her skin pink, her eyes closed.
“Hey, Ariel,” I say softly. “Our little fishy’s out like a light.”
Kat opens her eyes and smiles. “Thank you, Baby Whisperer. Now take off those briefs and get your YOLO’d ass in here.”
I do as I’m told, of course—and, as I’m lowering myself into the warm water, Kat points at my crotch with cartoon-like, wide eyes.
“What’s that?” Kat asks.
I look down at my naked body. “What?”
“That.” She points right at my hard dick. “That ding-a-ling thing.”
“Oh that?” I smile from ear to ear. “It’s my thingamabob.”
Kat giggles. “You’ve seen The Little Mermaid?”
“I told you I was a very nice boy.” I stroke her smooth thighs under the warm water.
“You were a very nice boy?”
“That’s right. Past tense. I’m a very bad boy now—a beast with a raging boner.”
“Ooh, that gives me a faboosh idea,” Kat says. “How about you and me do a porno version of Beauty and the Beast tomorrow night?”
I chuckle. “So we’re gonna do the entire Disney catalog, huh?”
Kat giggles. “Why not? I’d love to see how you’d pull off Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs.”
“Pfft. Child’s play,” I say, running my palms over her curves under the warm water. “Six dildos and an apple. Easy peasy.”
Kat laughs.
“Okay, Little Mermaid,” I say. “We’ve got probably three hours ’til our little fishy wakes up, screaming and demanding to be fed—so let’s use our free time wisely, shall we?”
“Yes, sir.” Kat grabs my dick and strokes it with authority. “Let The Little Mermaid mini-porno begin.”
“You know what?” I say, licking my hungry lips. “I’ve suddenly got an inexplicable craving for sushi.”