Little Minx

VIOLET

The weekend flies by, filled with visits from Carla, Lynn, Jerry, and Carl. Liz even drops by with a few gifts for me and spends some time with Ella.

But mostly, it’s Carla and Lynn.

Their relationship seems to be blooming beautifully.

I enjoy watching them with Ella, but it does make me wonder about my own mother and whether she would have been a good grandmother.

I never had the chance to talk to Carmen about her.

I didn’t want to bring it up in front of the boys until I had made up my mind about what to do.

I’m thinking about using my Christmas present to visit her.

To try and understand her side of the story.

To figure out why she gave me to Henry.

What her reasons were for my life turning out the way it did, and why I had to suffer so much because of her decisions?

The thought of giving Ella away is unimaginable to me.

I’ve been trying to sketch her, but I can’t seem to get her nose right, so I erase it for the ninth time.

Her nose is so small on her face, but when I try to draw it smaller on paper, it doesn’t look as proportionate as it does in real life.

The weather outside is starting to warm up a bit, not quite summer weather like in England, but enough to feel the warmth of the sun. I’ve got Ella bundled up in a hat, cardigan, and blanket, just in case. Lola is lying next to her, providing additional warmth.

The two of them seem to adore each other.

Lola never leaves Ella’s side, always choosing to be near her whether she’s in someone’s arms, her bed, or just lying on the floor sleeping. I try to sketch Ella’s nose again, using my lightest pencil to shade the curves, hoping to get it right this time.

“Wow, Violet, that’s wonderful.” Catherine’s voice startles me, causing me to jab the pencil into the paper and break the tip.

“Sorry, dear. I didn’t mean to scare you.” I erase the dark mark and set the pencil down.

“It’s okay, Catherine. I just didn’t hear you come out.” I should have been more alert.

“You draw well, but if I may suggest…if you make her Cupid’s bow slightly deeper and the upper lip a tad wider and fuller, it will help with the proportions…between her nose tip and lip, that is. She has the same depth to her Cupid’s bow as you do.”

I nod, picking up my second lightest pencil and the eraser, and follow her advice.

Deepening the Cupid’s bow and slightly adjusting the angle of her top lip adds just the right amount of fullness, and she’s right.

The problem wasn’t her nose, well, maybe just the tip.

The shading I had just done makes the nose look almost identical to my daughter’s. I should have realized the lips were what was off.

“There you go. You should frame that. It’s just…beautiful, dear.”

I tear the sketch from the book and hand it to Catherine with a smile.

“You keep it. I think I’ll try again now that I know where I went wrong.” Besides, it isn’t my best work. I know I can do better.

“Oh! Thank you, dear, I’ll frame it and put it in my lounge.” I smile, closing the sketchbook. I’ll try again tomorrow.

“Did you need something?”

“Oh no, I just wanted to let you know that Tilly’s waking up from her nap. She’s fussing on the monitor, and Tyler is still out shopping with Callum. Maybe you and Zach could do the test while they’re out, and I’ll take it to the mailbox for you?” I quickly glance behind her, making sure no one can hear our secret.

Zach is the only person in the lounge, exactly where I had left him, sleeping on the sofa.

“Who told you about the swabs?” I ask quietly.

“Carla told me the other day. I agree with you, Violet. For peace of mind, and since the judge refused to retest, I think you guys should. It might give you four more leverage to have that type of proof?” I nod, getting up off the floor.

Yeah…the judge basically slapped Tyler with his rights and ignored the plea for a further DNA test.

He’s now on the birth certificate as he is with Ella.

Tilly has his last name, and he has fifty-fifty say in anything to do with her upbringing and medical choices.

I suppose that’s good, in the sense that if we want to go away, he’s allowed to do that with the arrangement of days or just doing it on the days we have her.

And if we want to have photos taken, he doesn’t have to ask.

We can choose what and how she eats when with us.

We can now even choose to leave her with someone without it being okayed by that woman.

“Can you watch Ella?” I ask as I walk in through the bifold doors, knowing this is the perfect time to do this without being caught. “Stay, Lola.”

“Sure, dear.”

I gently wake Zach from his midday nap.

“Zach?”

“Mmm.” I laugh at how childlike he can be sometimes.

“Tilly’s awake, and Tyler isn’t here. Let’s take her swab?” He squints up at me through one eye.

“What about Tyler’s?” I can’t help but smirk.

“When he sleeps, he sleeps. I got it the other night. The swab is in its envelope already, waiting to be sent off. Come on.” He does as I ask, rising from the sofa. I can’t help but glance at his bare chest. There are scratch marks from the passionate sex we had in the shower with Callum last night. I couldn’t help but dig my fingers into his flesh as he played with my clit while Callum fucked me.

Heat rushes to my cheeks, and a slick wetness coats my panties at just the thought of sex with any of them.

Seems my appetite has come back full force, and I just can’t get enough of them.

Any of them.

Five times yesterday, I had sex with them.

“What are you thinking about?” Zach asks, grabbing my ass cheeks as I walk into our bedroom.

“Sex,” I say, and he chuckles behind me.

“Maybe a quickie after we’ve swabbed the child?”

“Don’t be mean. Tilly’s awake. It will have to wait for later...” He grabs me before I can open the door to Ella’s room, where Tilly is softly gurgling to herself. She’s been much quieter this time around, though we haven’t got to tonight yet.

I’m tossed onto the bed with a squeal.

“Then now, before the child knows of our company?” He almost purrs at me, spreading my legs so he can sit between them.

I watch him with bated breath as he reaches down to undo his button and zipper, pulling out his thick and satisfyingly long cock. It’s already hard and dewing, making my tongue dart out to moisten my lips at the thought of lapping up that precum.

“Time to turn over. This is going to be a quick, hard and deep fuck, baby.” I barely register his words before I’m flipped onto all fours, my ass being pulled backward, so my butt is in the air right in front of him.

He moves aside my panties and pushes his head at my entrance before I’ve even taken a breath.

He pauses for a second, and I take the moment to draw in a deep breath that ends in a gasp as he thrusts all the way in.

His balls hit my clit with a pleasurable smack, just before he pulls back until only the tip is inside me, then he slams balls deep again, repeating his assault on me over…and over again.

The room fills with the sounds of our bodies connecting and my moans as he hits that spot each and every time he thrusts until I can’t help but fall over the edge before I had even hurdled toward it.

My orgasm comes from nowhere, my hands flying out to grab onto any part of the sheets I can hold onto as Zach pounds twice more before stilling to ride my orgasm with me.

“Fuck, still so tight,” he mutters, pulling my head back by my hair so that he can see my face. “Still so beautiful.”

“Are you quite done? We have a task to complete...” I sing with a laugh as I catch my breath.

“Oh baby, keep goading me, and I’ll have you again and again just for good measures.” I laugh, pulling away from him until his cock slips free from my body, then I stealthily roll off the bed, relocate my panties keeping his semen inside before walking toward Ella’s room.

“Come on, Zach.” I open the door quietly.

White stars cover the ceiling from the night light, and the room is filled with white noise from the sound machine.

I reach for the sound machine, clicking it on as Zach dims the lights. I then make my way to the bottom drawer of our dresser. Hidden beneath a pile of blankets and sheets, I retrieve the envelope containing Tilly’s swab.

The process is straightforward. I sanitize my hands before opening the swab. I gently rub it between Tilly’s gums and cheek, making circular motions for ten seconds on each side.

Next, I insert the swab into a small plastic tube. I snap off the stick from the swab and secure the lid. Just like that, I’m finished.

I had already filled out Tilly’s details and our address for the results to be sent back to us. So, all that was left was to swab Tilly, place the swab inside the envelope, and seal it.

“Zach, it’s done. Take these to Catherine. She’s going to drop them in the mailbox,” I instruct him. He smirks at me.

“You’ve got this all figured out, don’t you, you little minx.” I find myself liking that nickname.

“I think that one will stick.” He chuckles at my comment.

“And you’ll be begging for mercy by the end of the week…” I retort, lifting Tilly into my arms. I plant a soft kiss on her head as she reaches out to tug at a strand of my hair. I’ve noticed she’s taken a liking to playing with my hair today. She’s growing on me.

“And what if you’re wrong, little minx? Do I get to spank that ass before fucking it?”

I flash him a sweet smile as I saunter past him, making sure to sway my hips. “Sure, but I have a feeling… I won’t be wrong,” I laugh, leaving him in my wake.

“Ready for a bottle of milk, Tilly?” I ask her. She responds with a series of happy babbles.