Chapter 90 - Daddy Dominant's Good Girl

I blinked my eyes open, still wrapped tightly in Ellis’s arms. He was breathing heavily in my ear. Memories of the night before flooded my mind and my cheeks got hot. I tried to wiggle away from Ellis. I wanted to get dressed before his penetrating eyes found me naked again.

“Where are you going?” he growled, tightening his arms around me.

I giggled and fought against him to get free. Ellis growled again and held me tighter. He rolled on top of me, keeping me pinned.

“I like when you struggle,” he teased, eyes gleaming as he licked his lips.

My stomach flipped and I stopped struggling, stunned by his response. I felt the thick, firm weight of his hardened member against my stomach and a shiver ran through me.

Ellis leaned down and kissed my lips. I sighed into the kiss and arched my back. I wanted to feel him in me again, feel that close to him.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Ellis and I froze, lips still locked together.

“You locked the door, right?” I whispered against his mouth.

Ellis grinned and nodded.

“Mommy, I want breakfast!” Ken’s voice echoed into the room as he knocked again. Ken’s voice was like a bucket of ice being dumped on us.

I felt my eyes widen to the size of saucers. Ellis released me instantly and we shuffled around the room, collecting our clothes. My cheeks kept burning as I tied the robe around myself as tightly as possible and quickly smoothed over the comforter of any wrinkles. I covered all the toys again.

Ellis just shook his head at me. He left the room first, shutting the door quickly. I heard his voice, and Ken’s, fade down the hall and sighed with relief.

I joined Ken and Ellis in the dining room. I sat next to Ken, hoping that Ellis would sit across from us so the table didn’t feel unbalanced.

No such luck.

Ellis sat right next to me as breakfast was served by one of the maids.

I scoffed, wanting to chastise him and unable to do so. I rolled my eyes and kept my focus on my food.

“Will you both walk me to school?” Ken asked around a mouthful of cereal.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” I admonished.

Ken looked at me bashfully. He swallowed and sipped his orange juice. “Will both of you walk me to school?” he asked again with his mouth clear.

I glanced at Ellis and shrugged. I had nothing else to do with my day.

“Of course, we will,” Ellis said. He smiled and nodded at Ken.

“Finish your breakfast and pack your school bag so we can get dressed,” I said.

Throughout breakfast, Ellis kept leaning over to me, nudging me with his shoulder. I wouldn’t look at him. He was making it so obvious that something had happened between us and I didn’t want Ken to pick up on it.

Ken was still such an advocate for us being together and I hadn’t fully processed what had happened. I wouldn’t know what it meant until we had a chance to talk about it and that couldn’t happen with Ken present.

I left the table before Ellis and Ken to change into something more than a small robe and some pajama pants. I met up with Ken and Ellis in the front hallway.

Ken took my hand. Then he turned to Ellis and took his hand too. The three of us made a linked chain of handholding.

Ken held onto me tightly. I knew he wouldn’t let me pull away.

The three of us walked down the sidewalk together. The Peterson mansion was a lot closer to Ken’s school than my mother’s house… my mother’s former house.

“Did you see Grandma this morning?” I asked Ken.

“She’s still sleeping,” Ken reported.

I glanced at Ellis and saw the concerned look in his eyes. “I’ll have someone check on her and bring her food.” He nodded.

“Thank you,” I said. I was still worried about her.

She’d raised Bethany as her own daughter and now Bethany was taking things from her. I couldn’t imagine what that felt like. I’d known what Bethany was capable of before my mother had. It hurt, but it didn’t surprise me what she’d do now.

It must have hurt my mom a lot more.

When we got to Ken’s school, I noticed there were a lot more parents hanging around than usual. A lot of them eyed me and Ellis together, with Ken holding both our hands.

“Ken, what is going on today?” I asked.

“It is an open campus day. Parents come to school with their kids,” he announced.

“You planned this,” I said, hiding my smile as Ken looked up at us and grinned.

“You have to stay with me today and go to class and play. All the other kids’ parents are,” Ken insisted.

Ellis and I exchanged a look. He grinned, chest puffing out with pride. He always liked when Ken manipulated a situation to his advantage. Ken was his father’s son.

I shook my head and sighed in resignation. “Alright, we’ll stay. Ken, next time, tell us what you have planned. We would probably agree to it, anyway,” I explained.

“Okay,” Ken said. I wasn’t sure if he actually understood me, though, because he dragged us both into the school.

On the way to Ken’s classroom, all the kids in the hallway stared at us. Their parents stared at us too.

“Ken’s parents are so pretty.”

“His dad looks so strong.”

“His mom looks like a model.”

I caught some of their whispers. Ken did too because his smile stretched his face twice as wide.

“Let me show you my desk,” Ken said. He pulled Ellis right over and they sat down at his desk together. Ken pulled out a little calculator and a sheet of math problems.

“You don’t need a calculator to solve these,” Ellis said. He took the calculator away and gave Ken a pencil.

“Yes, I do!” Ken argued.

“Here, let me show you,” Ellis said.

I smiled, watching as Ellis showed Ken how to solve basic addition and subtraction problems without a calculator. When Ken understood it, his eyes lit up and he grabbed the pencil from Ellis, solving the rest on his own.

It was such a beautiful moment, seeing them together. My heart pattered in my chest.

“Come outside. I want to play a ball game,” Ken said.

I followed along even though Ken really wanted to spend time with Ellis. I got the feeling that he was trying to show me how much fun he was having with Ellis and how good of a father Ellis was.

I didn’t need to be reminded of how great of a father he was.

On the playground, Ken picked up a basketball and started dribbling it. He passed the ball to Ellis who dribbled and then passed it back.

Suddenly, Ken turned to me and passed me the ball.

I caught it. I was not an athletic person.

“Shoot it, Mommy!” Ken called. He pointed to the basketball hoop.

I shrugged and threw the ball at the hoop. It bounced off the rim.

“Awe!” Ken cried. He ran after the ball. “I want to get it in the basket.” He ran up to Ellis.

“Alright, we’ll get it in there.” Ellis picked Ken up and walked him closer to the basket.

Ken grunted and threw the ball up. It hit the backboard and went right into the hoop.

“Yes!” Ken cried. Ellis set him down and they high-fived.

I laughed and went over, high-fiving Ken too.

“Wow, that was awesome,” Ken said, jumping up and down. “Can I show you guys something special?”

“That’s why we’re here, to see what your school is like,” Ellis said, grinning.

“This way,” Ken said. He beckoned us to follow.

Ellis held out his arm to me. I sighed but I walked toward him. He rested his hand on the small of my back, guiding me along after Ken.

Our son was far ahead, running through an open field that was part of the playground. He was headed down a hill. At the base of the hill was a massive, gnarled tree.

It must have been a hundred years old, all knobby and bent over. But it was still alive, blooming with lots of thick, green leaves.

When we reached Ken at the tree, he was panting and breathing heavily from his run. He leaned over and put a hand on one of the knobby bumps on the tree.

“This is a very special tree,” Ken explained.

“Why is it special?” I asked. Ken plopped down on the ground, sitting cross-legged. He patted the ground beside him.

Ellis and I broke apart and we sat on either side of Ken. He put one of his hands on each of our knees.

“This is a wishing tree,” Ken explained. “Whenever someone makes a wish here and the tree hears it, the wish will come true.”

“Really?” Ellis asked, grinning and looking sideways at me.

I rolled my eyes and shook my head. I put my arm around Ken’s shoulders and kissed the side of his head.

“Have you made a wish here before?” I asked him.

“No, but Lucy in my math class said that she made a wish for new sneakers and her mom got them for her the next day,” Ken explained animatedly.

He was so excited.

My stomach shifted uncomfortably. I didn’t know what Ken was thinking about wishing for but I could only imagine all the things that he wanted. Especially when it came to Ellis and me.

I chewed my lower lip and refused to look at Ellis, even though I could feel him looking at me.

“I wanted to make a very special, special wish with both of you here,” Ken explained.

Sweat broke out on my brow and I quickly wiped it away. I didn’t want him to wish for Ellis and me to get back together.

I didn’t want Ken to lose his faith in magic and wishing when he was so young but I didn’t want him to wish for something that I couldn’t give him.

“What is your wish, Ken?” Ellis prompted.

I glared at him. He grinned and bounced his eyebrows at me.

Ken smiled. “Well, I have been thinking really hard about this. I wanted to make the right wish.”

I ruffled Ken’s hair. “I don’t think you can make a wrong wish,” I said. I wanted to encourage him and keep his carefree spirit and imagination alive. “Just remember, if it doesn’t come true, that doesn’t mean you did anything wrong. Sometimes wishes come true in different ways.”

“I know that, Mommy,” Ken said in a ‘duh’ voice.

I giggled and kissed his head again.

“I wish for a little brother or sister.”