All in a Dream: The Polynesian Resort (part eight) RPF

        I slept until after ten the next morning. I was surprised by how late it was when I woke up. The bed was empty, but I could hear the television in the living room. I got up and dressed before exiting my bedroom. I found Tom sitting in the floor playing with Jerrome while Matthew watched cartoons. Gabriel and Michael weren't in the room. I greeted everyone and asked where the other boys were at.

            "They are up in their rooms with their iPads," Tom replied.

            I went on the kitchen to get something to drink. He soon appeared at the counter to tell me there were plenty of leftover chocolate chip pancakes. "You made breakfast?"

            "Actually your eldest sons did; I just supervised. They said they aren't allowed to cook without adult supervision yet since they're still learning. I think they both did a wonderful job.  I do hope it was really OK for them to put chocolate chips in the pancakes. I didn't want to wake you and they said you've made them many times, so I let them. I hope I didn't overstep my bounds."

            "Nope it's fine. They've had chocolate chip pancakes many times. It's their favorite kind."

            "Well that's a relief. I've apparently pissed you off enough regarding your boys. I didn't want to do it again."

            I went over to him and hugged him. "I'm not mad about Disney. You're right, they will enjoy it. I honestly expected there to be more laundry and chores to catch up on this weekend. Can we discuss such things from now on though? There's a lot to consider with four kids; especially when two of them have...special considerations."

             He released me from the hug and I went to the fridge to grab a couple of pancakes to warm in the microwave. "What do you mean by special considerations?"

            I put the plate in the microwave and sighed. "Tom there's something I didn't tell you. I wanted you to meet them first without giving you any sort of false impressions or anything. Jerrome is developmentally delayed and may be autistic while Gabriel is mildly autistic."

            He turned to where he could see Jerrome playing on the rug. "Really? He's a very loving little boy. Maybe I just don't understand."

            "I don't think anyone really does honestly. Yes he's pretty sociable; I think having three older brothers contributes to that. He's already had physical therapy and is still receiving speech and occupational therapy. He has come a very long way with the help of the therapies. He didn't walk until he was eighteen months old. Once he turned three, it was like a switch was flipped and so much started improving rapidly."

            "What about Gabriel?"

            "He developed fairly normally. He still has self-stimulating repetitive behaviors and he tends to be rather socially limited; he just gets sick of people. He has done so much better with being home schooled than he ever did in public school. He doesn't deal well with a lot of noise either. There have been times that I've had to get him out of loud, noisy situations because he just can't deal with it and will start to freak out. It's a total sensory overload for him."

            "How well does he deal with crowds at the theme parks? They said they used go often until their grandmother stopped renewing their passes."

            "He does all right. He tends to get crankier faster than the other kids. He doesn't do so well with concerts or fireworks though. I give him ear plugs to help muffle it when we watch the fireworks. When are we supposed to be there?"

            "Check-in time is this evening. I thought it might be nice if we get there before dinner."

            The microwave dinged and I got out my pancakes. I sat at one of the counter stools and started eating. Tom was still watching Jerrome who was still playing with blocks while watching cartoons. I was half finished eating when I asked what resort we were going to. Tom didn't turn around when he answered, "The Polynesian Resort."

            My fork stopped halfway to my mouth and I nearly dropped it. "You're kidding me?!"

            He turned to me then. "Of course not. Why would I joke about such a thing?"

            "That's the one I've always wanted to stay at. I don't remember ever telling you. I didn't tell you, did I?"

            He grinned. "You talked about wanting to go Hawaii when we were in San Francisco. I don't have time to take you until after Christmas, so I thought the Polynesian Resort would have to do for now."

            I finished eating in silence. I just couldn't believe it. He actually listened to me when I talked and remembered things that were important. I opened the dishwasher and was surprised to find it nearly empty. There were only a few plates and a large bowl. I added my plate and fork. I then realized I had forgotten about the laundry so I went to move it to dryer. I discovered the dryer was running and a load was in the washer waiting to be dried.

            I walked back into the kitchen feeling bewildered. "OK what is going on here? The clean dishes were put away, the dirty ones were in the dishwasher, and there are clothes in the dryer and more in the washer."

            "Your elder two have been busy this morning. After breakfast, Michael put away the dishes and loaded in the dirty ones while Gabriel took care of laundry. He said to call him when the dryer buzzes since it's all their clothes anyway."

            I shook my head in amazement. "They must really want to go to Disney."

            He laughed. "Incentive is a good thing, right?"

            "It sure is!"

            We then went into the living room to watch cartoons with the little ones for a while. It wasn't long until Gabriel came charging down the stairs and disappeared into the laundry room. He soon came out with a basket of clothes and informed me the washer was empty and towels were drying. He then took the basket upstairs to their room. I went to my room and got my laundry basket so I could wash my clothes. I asked Tom if he had anything that needed to be washed too. He jumped up to help me. He remembered what I talked about, was helpful and let me sleep in when I was tired; I could get used to this.

            After the laundry finished, we ate lunch and then I got everyone packed for our weekend at Disney. I made sure to pack two outfits per child for each day in case they did something to get soaked; it all went into my jumbo red suitcase since it was just for two days. I even made sure to pack their water bottles in my backpack.  Afterward I took everything out to the van with Tom's help. I had moved it into the garage while the kids had bathed the night before. It was soon time to get everyone ready so we could go. It took just over an hour to drive there and I wanted to try to avoid rush hour traffic on I-4 which started before five o'clock.

            Tom got the kids loaded in the van while I made sure everything was turned off and locked up. When I got out to the garage, I heard the boys giggling and Tom saying, "Well I've never fastened car seat straps before, I didn't know!"

            I looked over his shoulder and asked if everything was under control. He replied, "Well it is now! Apparently my lack of knowledge of car seats is amusing."

            Michael chimed in from the back, "He didn't know how to position the straps!"

            Tom was fighting a losing battle with his own laughter while trying to maintain a look of annoyance. I ruffled his wavy hair and said, "That's OK dear, we all had to learn some time."

            He finally laughed as I pushed the button to close the automatic rear door. He climbed into the passenger side while I went around to get in the driver's side. Once I was in, I opened the garage door and then started the van. I backed out, then pushed the button to close the door and waited to make certain that it closed completely before backing out of the driveway. We were soon on our way to Orlando and the Polynesian Resort.

            I let the boys listen to Disney music the entire ride. Tom thought it was cute how Jerrome would try to sing along. He did sing along with several of the songs. There was plenty of talking, singing and laughing on the ride. It was so much more pleasant to travel with him. We were all having fun and there was no one screaming at the kids to shut up.

            We arrived in plenty of time before dinner. Tom led the way to the lobby to check in. After fifteen minutes we were on our way to our rooms. We had rooms next to each other, joined by an inside door. All of the boys would be sleeping in one room while Tom and I had our own. The boys loved the idea of their own hotel room. Gabriel turned on the television set and found a Disney movie they could all watch. I had brought a few toys for Jerrome who played with them in the floor while he watched. They were surprisingly quiet and well behaved.

            I went next door to our room where I found Tom laying on one of the beds on his back staring up at the ceiling. I commented on the fact it had two queen sized beds. He said that was all they had; they didn't have any rooms with a single king sized bed.

            "Well at least we'll both have some place to sleep when I take over the bed," I said with a laugh.

            "You're not a bed hog darling. I like cuddling with you. It feels good to have your body up against mine all night."

            That man knew how to make me melt with just words. I climbed onto the bed, straddling him and kissed him passionately.

            When I finally withdrew, he said, "As much as I love that, I don't think we should start that with the boys awake in the next room. We'll likely just get interrupted."

            As if on cue, one of them was knocking on the door connecting the rooms. "You caused that! It was a hex!" I teased as I climbed off of him to see what my boys wanted.

            It was Matthew wanting to know when we were going to dinner. I turned and asked Tom. "We have reservations for the Spirit of Aloha dinner show and we'll be leaving in about twenty minutes."

            Matthew was happy with that answer so he went back to the movie. I looked in on the rest of them and they were fine. I closed the door and spent ten minutes making out with Tom before I had to get the little two ready to go. He promised me a good after dinner show once the boys were in bed.

            We all enjoyed the dinner show. I ate enough fresh pineapple to give me acid burns in my mouth. Tom thought I was silly to eat so much that I caused that. I told him I was having serious pineapple cravings and couldn't help myself. Even though it was just a little after eight o'clock when we got back to our room, I got the boys settled in bed so we could get up early to go to the Magic Kingdom in the morning. The baby ended up being the first one asleep.

            Once I was back in our room, Tom and I stood in the middle of it kissing passionately. He wanted so much to throw me on the bed for another round of lovemaking. I convinced him to go to EPCOT for the fireworks. He was unsure about leaving the boys. I went back into their room. The older two were still awake. I gave them my cell phone, told them which button to push to dial Tom's cellphone in case of an emergency and told them to watch out for their little brothers, we were just going to watch the fireworks. Thirteen and Eleven were old enough to watch their two little brothers who were sound asleep.

            I went back to our room, told Tom what I did and reassured him they would be fine. He finally agreed to go. We found the platform for the Monorail from our resort to EPCOT. Tom was wearing a hat and standing with his arms wrapped around me. He got a few curious stares, but no one approached him. Once we were in the park, it was dark and no one noticed us. We were just another couple holding hands and walking around. We went to the World Showcase Lagoon where the fireworks would be. While we sat in the shadows and waited, he talked to me about the next day. We had VIP passes for all of us to all of the parks and would have a security detail. He refused to take any chances with my children's safety. This wasn't on our itinerary so it was just he and I. I thought about getting a frozen margarita while we waited to cool my burning tongue, but I knew what having pineapple cravings meant, so I passed. Could I really be? I wasn't supposed to be able to anymore. It hadn't even been three full weeks yet, but we did have sex every day; sometimes more than once a day. I wasn't late yet, so there was no point in taking a test. I also wasn't going to say a word to Tom in the event that I wasn't. I didn't want to give him false hope. I had told him when we were in San Francisco that I couldn't have more and why. He was a little melancholy about it, but he said he could live it. Besides, I already had four and biology isn't what makes a man a father.

            The fireworks soon started so I leaned back against his chest so I'd be able to watch more comfortably. I kept absentmindedly rubbing my stomach like I often did when I was pregnant. Once the show was over, we walked back to the monorail. Tom had noticed the way I kept playing with my stomach, so while we waited, he asked if I was feeling OK. "Oh sure, I'm fine. Why do you ask?"

            "I noticed you rub your stomach several times. I thought all that pineapple might have given you a stomachache. "

            "No, it's not that," I had to think up a lie quick. "I'm a bit crampy, that's all."

            "Oh, no! It's not that time of the month yet? I really wanted some when we got back to our room."

            "No, it's not and you're going to get plenty mister."

            He kissed me just as the train arrived. We got a few curious stares while we were on the train and I'm certain someone on the other side snapped our picture, but no one approached him. When we got back to our room, I went next door to check on the boys. They were all sound asleep. I picked up my phone and went back to our room. I found Tom reclined on the bed completely naked with one of his neck ties draped across his shoulder. I looked behind him and realized he had it tied to the bamboo pole that ran across the headboard to connect the frame and makeup the top of the headboard.

            I grinned. "Is someone planning to get a little kinky tonight?"

            He grinned back and replied, "Get naked and find out."

            I stepped back out of his reach and slowly stripped for him. My slow, teasing manner was arousing him. Once I was naked, I ran my hands up and down my own body. "Oh no baby, that's my job," he said in a low sexy Loki growl.

            He jumped up, grabbed me and kissed me passionately. He ran his hands up and down my naked body while we kissed. When he finally pulled away, I said, "How do you want it tonight?"

            "On your knees with that sexy ass in the air."

            I went over the bed and climbed up on my knees. He tied my wrists together and told me to bend over. I obeyed and he got behind me, grabbed my hips and pulled me further back so I wasn't as close to the headboard. He then leaned over and started kissing my back. He put his hands around my body and massaged my hanging breasts at the same time. He worked his way down to my butt where he kissed for a while before stopping. He sat up and slapped my ass across both cheeks. I moaned and he did it again, but harder.

            "Have you been a bad girl?" He asked.

            "Yes!" I yelled in response.

            He slapped me again but instead of pulling his hand away, he slipped his fingers down and began massaging my clit. I moaned again. He stopped and slapped my ass a third time and massaged my clit harder. He slid two fingers inside and began stroking my hole. I moaned and begged for more.

            "You want more fingers in there?"

            "Yes!"

            He slid in a third finger and began fucking me harder with them. He then turned his hand sideways and slipped in the fourth one and moved them faster. He put his other hand under there and stroked my clit too. He pumped his fingers faster and I moaned louder. I was close to orgasm when he suddenly stopped, changed positions and started sucking my clit. It wasn't long until I came so hard my body practically exploded. I heard him gasp as he withdrew.

            "You naughty little girl," he said as he slapped my ass hard. "You squirted all over my face."

            "If you don't like getting a face full, then don't put it down there."

            He slapped my ass again and then I felt him slide his hard cock inside of me. He fucked me hard for a few minutes before pulling out. I started to complain when I felt him probing around my other hole. He soon slipped his fingers within my dripping pussy and then started circling my ass and soon working his fingers within. I could feel him scissoring his fingers as he opened me up. After a few minutes of that, I felt his hard throbbing cock probing around again. I moaned as he managed to slide it in carefully and begin to slowly fuck my ass. I loved the way it felt and was soon asking him to do it faster.

            "Beg me for it and I might do it."

            "Please Tom! Fuck me faster!"

            He moved a little faster, still teasing me and enjoying it. "Do you like it Baby? Do you like having my huge cock up your tight little ass?"

            "YES!" I practically screamed.

            He started to really move faster, shoving it in all the way to the hilt and making long strokes. I moaned loudly. It went on for several minutes before he said, "I can't hold it anymore Baby, if you're gonna have another one, you better do it now."

            I then felt his left hand between my legs, stroking my clit fiercely. That put me over the top and I had another intense orgasm. He took that as his cue and soon had his own. He pulled out, leaned over and kissed my ass before moving to untie my hands and disappear into the bathroom. I laid there, face down on the bed panting from my orgasms and enjoying the lingering quivering.

            He soon returned to the bedroom, turned off the lights and lied down in the bed next to me. I rolled over and stared at him for a moment. He had his hands tucked under his head with ankles crossed. "That was amazing!" I said.

            He chuckled. "I'm glad you liked it. I wasn't too sure if you'd be into being tied up. You don't strike me as submissive."

            "I do tend to be more dominant," I admitted.

            "There's nothing wrong with that. Maybe you'll have to tie me up sometime."

            "Oh that could get interesting Mr. Hiddleston. Tie you to my bed, cover you in chocolate sauce and lick you like a giant ManLolli."

            He laughed, "A what?"

            "ManLolli! Didn't you know that's one of your nicknames among some of your fan groups?"

            He laughed again. "Oh I do seem to remember hearing that once a long time ago. Someone Tweeted it to me actually."

            It was my turn to laugh. "That would've been me!"

            "Oh it was you? I should've known it was my naughty little vixen! I do love your dirty little mind."

            He rolled over and kissed me. Once he finally released me, I said, "I do not have a dirty mind! I have a sexy imagination! You're the reason why Mr. Hiddleston."

            "It is so sexy when you call me Mr. Hiddleston," he responded before kissing me again. Afterward, we curled up together and soon drifted off to sleep.

All in a Dream: Meeting My Sons (part seven) RPF

         I awoke before Tom in the morning so I went to take my shower. He was up by the time I exited the bathroom.

            "Good morning, Darling!" He greeted me cheerily and kissed me.

            He then told me he wrote down what he wanted for breakfast if I wanted to place our room service order while he showered. I looked over the menu, made my own selection and called to place the order; it would take about half an hour. I got ready for my bookstore visit while I waited for breakfast. It arrived just as Tom finished up in the bathroom. I accepted the cart, brought it to the table and set the table. I started eating and Tom joined me. There was little conversation while we ate. I was due at the bookstore for ten and our flight to Orlando was scheduled to leave at three in the afternoon.

            I was nearly finished eating when Tom asked if I was OK.

            "I'm just a little tired, that's all. I am very ready for this tour to be over so I can go home and sleep in my own bed."

            "I'd like to go home and sleep in your bed too," He said with a wink.

            I giggled. He had a way of making of me feel better without doing much at all. We finished eating and I moved to sit on his lap and kiss for a while. After several minutes of deep, passionate kisses, Tom finally broke away from me. "If we keep this up, Darling, you're going to be late because I won't be able to control myself much longer."

            I laughed again and moved off of his lap. I went to the bathroom and put on my makeup. Once I finished, I gathered all of my toiletries and packed them up. I made certain everything was repacked in my suitcase and carry-on bag. Tom promised he would get my bags and leave nothing of mine behind. He would be meeting me at the bookstore when I was finished so we could have lunch at another airport VIP lounge for the last time.

            I kissed him lightly on the lips and then left. I arrived at the bookstore on time and my time there went by quickly. There were only a few questions about my relationship with Tom; most people either didn't know or didn't care. Once it was all over, I said goodbye to Joanne who wished me luck in the future, then I was on my way to the airport with Tom. We had lunch in the lounge and waited to board our flight.

            This plane ride was only a little longer than going from Houston to New Orleans. We didn't really talk much; just sat there holding hands. I was feeling tired and distracted. I don't know if Tom was just respecting my silence or really that nervous about meeting my sons. Once we arrived, departed the plane, and retrieved our bags, I led Tom to the parking garage where I had left my mini-van. My ex had no need of it; he still had the one we'd had when we were married, so I drove myself and used the parking garage. I'd been gone two weeks so hopefully the parking fee wouldn't be too expensive.

            We loaded our bags into the back of the van. I took a few minutes and dug a pair of shorts out of my suitcase. I unbuttoned my blouse and removed it since I was wearing a pale pink tank top underneath. I climbed into the back seat and closed the sliding door while Tom got into the front passenger seat. I tossed him the keys and asked him to start it and turn on the air since it was so hot in the vehicle. He did as I requested while I proceeded to change out of my pants and into the shorts. I then climbed over the seat into the driver's seat when I finished.

            "That feels so much better!" I declared as I put on my sunglasses and fastened my seatbelt.

            Tom just smiled as he fastened his own seatbelt. "You're not wearing any shoes my dear."

            "That's perfectly all right. I drive better without them."

            I then put the transmission in reverse and carefully backed out of the parking space. At the garage exit, I gave the attendant my ticket and my credit card; the bill wasn't too crazy. In a few minutes, I got my card and receipt, so I exited the garage. I followed the signs to get on the eastbound toll highway that would take us home. Once I had merged into traffic, I turned on the radio to one of the digital catalogs I had stored so I could listen to music I enjoyed. I started absentmindedly singing along while I watched traffic. When the song ended Tom complimented me on my voice. I felt embarrassed. "Singing isn't really that difficult. Any moron can do it."

            "I beg to differ. Any moron can attempt it, but it takes natural talent and skill to do it well. You have a beautiful voice and hit all of the notes and do it correctly. Why are you always so quick to depreciate yourself when I give you a compliment?"

            I was silent. I didn't know how to respond. I didn't know why I did it. For years I always felt people's compliments weren't genuine; they were meant more to placate me. I didn't feel pleased with my accomplishments; I felt like a child who got a pat on the head while someone superior to me said, "nice try but I can do better." The only compliments I had ever taken to heart were people who didn't know me but loved my writing. They knew nothing else but my written word and the story I told and they enjoyed it. This was the only explanation I had and I offered it to Tom.

            When I finished he reached over and placed his hand on my thigh, "Darling, I wouldn't compliment you if I didn't genuinely mean it. I'm not that kind of person. I don't think I'm perfect or superior to others. I'm just a man who lucked out in getting paid to do something I enjoy and others apparently enjoy my efforts as well. I often don't understand the big fuss a lot people make over me; it can all be rather embarrassing at times. I do like the opportunities it has given me to meet some wonderful people; you included. I was very fortunate the day I met you."

            It didn't happen often, but he succeeded in making me blush. "Why were you a flight from Atlanta Georgia to New York City that day anyway?"

            "I was going from LA to New York where I was supposed to catch a flight to London. Our plane was having some mechanical problems so we ended up landing in Atlanta. All of the passengers were being placed on whatever flights to New York had available seats and I just happened to end up on yours. It was such a strange coincidence really because I'd been reading your book since I got to the airport that morning. Someone at the meeting the day before had given it to me and told me I should read it. I hadn't really planned to do it when I saw the title, but I had accidentally packed my other book in my checked suitcase so I had nothing to do. Once I started reading it, I was hooked. I kept thinking that I really wanted to meet the person that wrote it because it was a wonderful story. Then I ended up on a flight sitting next to you. I'm convinced it was fate that brought us together. After we talked the whole flight, I just wanted to know you better; I also didn't like the fact that you were traveling alone to places you'd never been before. That was not wise of Joanne; she could have gone with you instead of taking separate flights and such."

            I found his revelation a bit overwhelming. I couldn't believe I'd made such an impression on him. I'd never felt I was anything special. I'm not a great beauty and I was a still overweight, even though I had lost quite a bit in the last year. I never thought of myself as a genius because there was so much I didn't understand, but I was always willing to learn something new. The only thing I really had going for me was my writing skills. I am a pretty good storyteller; it had always come naturally to me. The writing ability was something I practiced over the years at every opportunity, so it improved over time. My Granny had told me when I was no older than seven that I had a natural storytelling gift that The Great Spirit had given me and I should never be ashamed to share it with the world. As I grew older, I realized what a wise woman my Granny really was.

            We were both silent the rest of the ride home. I sang along to a couple more songs. Tom smiled at the sound of my voice, but didn't compliment me again. At last, I pulled the mini-van into the driveway of my house. I didn't go into the garage because clearly my ex was parking in it since his van was not in the driveway. We both got out and went around the front of the van and held hands. He looked appreciatively up at the house. It was two story, Spanish style complete with a red clay tiled roof and cream colored stucco siding. "Are you ready?" I asked him.

            "As ready as I'll ever be I guess," he replied.

            "Don't worry so much. They're just kids; they don't bite. Well, they usually don't; the little one will if you really make him mad enough and screaming doesn't work."

            He laughed and then followed me as I moved forward to the front door. I opened it and went inside; he closed it behind us. No one was in the living room so I called out, "Anybody home?"

            I heard four voices scream out in near unison, "MOM'S HOME!" As four boys came running from the back of the house for hugs and kisses.

            The youngest, Jerrome, got to me first. Since he was only three, he got scooped up for his hugs and kisses. His six-year-old brother, Matthew, didn't want to be left out, so I had to put Jerrome down and pick up Matthew for hugs and kisses. Gabriel was thirteen and Michael was eleven; both were way too big to be picked up so they just got hugs and kisses on the cheeks.

            "Did you bring us presents?" Matthew asked after I put him down.

            I laughed. "As a matter of fact, I got you each a little souvenir from every city I visited."

            He got excited. "Where are they?!"

            "In my suitcase. I left it in the van for now."

            Gabriel volunteered to go get it. I gave him the keys and the three older boys rushed out to get our luggage.

            I turned to Tom. "I'll introduce you properly after they've gotten their trinkets. When those kids hear you got them souvenirs, you better fork them over or they'll pester you to until you do."

            He chuckled. "So is that what you were doing every time you left me in the lounge after we ate?"

            "Yes I just got them something small and cheap with the city names on them. The younger two have toys and the older boys got figures or magnets of landmarks. I got them all postcard pictures too."

            Before Tom could respond, my ex came out from the back of the house with his bag over his shoulder.

            "Glad to see you made it home safe. I need to get going, I have some place to be later," my ex said as he headed for the door.

            "Thank you for staying with the boys while I did the book tour."

            "No problem. They're still my kids. You've waited your whole life to finally get published so I know how important this is to you."

            He stopped at the door as the boys were coming back in with all the bags in tow. I told them their bags were right on top in my red suitcase with their names on them. I also told them to give their father a hug before they dug into the bags. They stopped and obediently lined up to give quick hugs before going back to their goody bags.

            "I'll see you boys in a couple of weeks," he said, standing in the open doorway.

            He then finally turned and acknowledged Tom standing behind me, "You're Tom Hiddleston right?"

            "Yes I am," Tom replied awkwardly.

            Instead of shaking hands and being polite, my ex just shook his head and said, "So watching all of his movies and writing about him wasn't enough. You had to bring him home with you."

            Before I could reply, he turned and walked out the door, closing it behind him. I heard him go into the garage from the outside door and open the main door to back out his van. I saw him pull out of the driveway from the side window. I asked Gabriel to go into the garage and push the button to close the door. He begrudgingly obeyed.

            Once he returned, I got their attention for a few minutes. "I would like you boys to meet Tom. He's going to be staying with us for a couple of weeks."

            I then pointed to each one of them in turn and said, "That's Gabriel, Michael, Matthew and Jerrome."

            He greeted them and they briefly said hello. Michael eyed him for a few moments before asking, "Are you our Mom's boyfriend?"

            Tom looked to me with a slightly panicked expression; I just shrugged and said, "Well answer the boy. Are you Mom's boyfriend?"

            He chuckled and replied, "Well yes, I guess that's what you'd call me. Your Mum and I definitely have a relationship."

            Michael looked confused, "Mum? What does that mean?"

            I laughed and said, "That's the British way of saying Mom."

            Matthew then took an interest in the conversation and looked up at Tom intensely before saying, "You look like the guy on Mommy's computer wallpaper."

            It was my turn to be embarrassed. I forgot all about my collection of Loki computer wallpaper. Tom moved to sit on the sofa and Matthew got up to sit next to him. "Whatever would he be talking about Mum?"

            "I have a collection of Loki backgrounds on my computer and phone."

            "Oh so you have photos of my character."

            Gabriel finally pulled his nose out of the California fact book I'd bought for him and said, "You played Loki in those movies?"

            "Yes that was me."

            "COOL!!" He loudly exclaimed.

            Before they could get crazy, I told them to go put their things away and I'd order pizza for dinner. Matthew continued to stare at Tom thoughtfully before saying, "Are you going to live with us now?"

            "I'm going to stay with your family for a couple of weeks and then I have to go back to London for a week, maybe two. After that I'm going to come back until September. Is that OK with you?"

            "Yes it is. London is where the Mary Poppins stories take place. Where is London?"

            "It's in a country that's an island across the Atlantic ocean, called England. Would you like to learn about England?"

            His little blue eyes sparkled at the thought of learning about a new place. He loved learning new things; he was the only one of my children that really got excited about learning. "I'd love to," he replied.

            "When I come back from London, I'll bring you books about England so you can learn all about it. Then when your Mum says it's OK and you're ready for it, I'll take your whole family to see it. Would you like that?"

            He squealed delightedly and hugged Tom. He then hopped down and ran up the stairs with his toys in his arms to tell his brothers that Tom wanted to take us to England someday. Jerrome still sat in the floor playing with his cars and planes. Tom moved to stretch out on the rug, lying on his stomach to play with him. Jerrome didn't seem to mind at all. I went off to the kitchen to place a pizza order with some place that delivered. I definitely didn't feel like going back out today.

            Half an hour later, we were all seated around the kitchen table eating and laughing. The boys were questioning me about the places I'd been to.

            "I didn't really have time to play tourist and explore fellas, sorry."

            "Did you at least get to see the Pacific Ocean?" Michael asked.

            "Yes I did that. My hotel in Southern California was on the beach. My morning bookstore thing got canceled so we spent the morning on the beach."

            His face lit up. "Are the waves really bigger than the Atlantic?"

            "Yes they are. Someday I will take you out there and teach you to surf. Is that a deal?"

            He gave me an enormous smile and squealed, "YES!"

            We all laughed. Then Tom interrupted and said, "It's my understanding that a certain little boy turns four on Friday. Did Mum already make birthday plans?"

            "No I haven't had time. My kids would rather go do something fun than have a party anyway."

            "How about a weekend at Disney World to celebrate?" he asked.

            I stared at him. "You're joking?"

            "Not at all. We can stay at one of the resorts and spend the whole weekend there. You boys like Disney right?"

            They all squealed with delight. "Then I guess we're going to Disney this weekend," I said.

            Gabriel then asked if they could go outside until it started getting dark. I told them it was fine as long as they played in the backyard and stayed away from the pool. They all ran outside to play. I put away leftover pizza and loaded the dishwasher. Tom offered to help, but I declined. I was a little annoyed with him. I knew I needed to catch up on laundry and other chores this weekend, but he goes and promises my kids Disney World. He watched me quietly. I started the dishwasher and turned to go to the laundry room.

            "You're mad at me, aren't you?" He called as I disappeared down the short hallway to the laundry room.

            I remained quiet I assessed the laundry situation. I took the full basket out from under the second floor laundry chute, replaced it with an empty one and took it to the washer to load it in. I was surprised there wasn't more dirty laundry in need of washing. When I turned around to leave, I found him leaning against the door frame completely blocking the doorway. I stopped and gave him a dirty look but he refused to budge. "You're not leaving until you answer me."

            "Yes I'm mad. Can I leave now?"

            "Why? It's your son's birthday and they want to have fun. You said they love Disney, so I thought they'd love to spend a whole weekend there and would get a real thrill out of staying at a resort. I have to confess that I kind of already made the arrangements last week when you told me about his birthday. I honestly thought you'd be happier about it."

            I sighed. I was being an idiot and I knew it. I just hated admitting it. Tom finally stepped aside and I walked past to get my suitcase and go my room to unpack. "They're only young for a short time; might as well enjoy it," he called after me.

            I stopped at the foot of the stairs and glared at him, "Mr. Hiddleston, you have an annoying way of often being right!"

            He laughed as I went on my room; the master suite was on the first floor. I had just reached the door, when I heard Matthew run in and beg him to join in their Nerf gun war. Tom took his hand and followed him outside. I opened my bedroom door, put my suitcase on my bed and removed all of my dirty laundry. I took it the laundry hamper in the walk-in closet, then went back and unloaded the rest of it, putting everything away quickly. I then stuck the suitcase in the closet before going outside to join my kids and my new boyfriend in their fun.

            We came back inside when it was too dark to see. Everyone was hot and sweaty, but full of laughter. The boys got cold drinks while they took turns taking showers. Once they were all bathed and in bed, Matthew came to Tom with one of his Mary Poppins books and asked if he would read to him. I thought Tom was going to melt on the spot. A six year old boy he just met today wanted a bedtime story from him. Tom gave him an enormous smile, took his book in one hand and Matthew's hand in the other while he followed him down the second floor hallway to his bedroom.

            After I got Jerrome settled in bed, I stopped in the doorway to check on them. Tom was perched on the edge of Matthew's bed reading Mary Poppins. Matthew was under his blanket with his eyes closed. I asked if he was asleep. "No Mom! Keep reading please."

            Tom chuckled and reminded him he was stopping at the end of the chapter. Matthew agreed on the condition Tom promised to read a couple more chapters tomorrow night. He agreed and continued reading. I laughed softly and went downstairs so I could shower. I had gotten quite hot and sweaty while we were running outside and playing with the boys.

            I stripped down to my panties, grabbed

a clean pair and went into the bathroom. I took my hair out of a ponytail and began brushing out my hair. By the time I finished, Tom entered the bathroom completely naked. He came up behind me, wrapped his arms around me and kissed my neck. He then looked around the room and said, "Wow! Nice bathroom."

            "Yeah, great master bath, big kitchen and a pool; I was sold on this house instantly."

            "When I decided to come take a shower with you I was hoping you'd have a free standing shower stall that would be big enough for both of us...I didn't expect anything like this. That shower is big enough for both of us and a few more."

            I laughed and went over to it and turned on the water. I took off my panties while I gave the water a few minutes to get warm. He followed me. The tile on the floor and walls of the shower stall were Travertine and the traditional pale brown. The shower head was in the middle and there were water handles on each side; you could enter either side as it was open on both ends. In the center was a large window like opening with columns on each side framing the garden tub on the outside of the shower stall. There was even a chandelier in the shower area itself.

            I stood under the hot water and got drenched. Tom wasted no time joining me under the water and began kissing me while the water soaked him. His lips soon wandered down onto my neck and he pushed me over to the opening. He stopped and sized it up. "Damn, if only it was a little lower. It'd be the perfect sex perch."

            I laughed as he turned me around the other way and pushed me against the shower wall. "I guess we'll just have to do it this way."

            He began kissing me again while he pinned me firmly against the wall and raised my left leg to put it around his waist. I felt him slide inside of me and I moaned into his kiss. He pumped into me for several minutes before he began pulling me down; he ended up sitting with me on his lap, resting on my shins. We kept going at it; never breaking our rhythm. After several minutes I came closer to orgasm and Tom held me tighter against his body and pumped furiously. We finally came together, moaning in unison.

            He let go of me and I got up. I said nothing, just quickly washed myself. He got up and washed himself too. When we finished, I turned off the water and got towels out of the cabinet. I handed him one as I dried off. I put on my panties and fixed my hair. He wrapped his towel around his waist and followed me out of the bathroom. I went to the closet to find pajamas; my walk-in closet was large enough that it had big dresser-like storage drawers on a couple of walls inside. It was plenty of room for the things that I didn't hang up. I passed on the short sets I usually slept in and went for a short red satin thin strapped babydoll. When I exited the closet, Tom was perched on the edge of my bed in nothing but his underwear. He looked up as I exited. Judging by the look in his eyes, he approved of my pajama choice.  I walked around to the other side of the bed and got in. I still hadn't spoken to him since we had sex in the shower.

            "Are you mad at me again?" He asked.

            I leaned over and kissed him tenderly. "Not at all. Why did you think I was mad?"

            "Well we just had some incredibly good sex and you haven't said a word to me since."

            I could feel myself blushing. "It was a little awkward. I've never had sex in a shower before."

            "Neither have I," he replied.

            I lay down and stared up at him, contemplating his sexiness. Finally I said, "Turn out the light and lie down. I'm tired and need some sleep. Those kids hardly ever sleep past eight."

            "So it's OK if I sleep here?"

            "Of course it is. Why wouldn't it be?"

            "I just thought...with the kids...you might want me in a guest room."

            "Only the older two even know about sex and believe me, it doesn't occur to either of them that their Mother does it. Besides, if you want to stay around, they might as well get used to it. They typically don't come in here in the mornings anyway. They just make enough noise to wake the dead so it's not necessary."

            He laughed and turned off the lamp, then lay down next to me. I pulled the blanket up and moved closer to cuddle. He put his arms around me and held me close. He kissed me gently and said he loved me. I was so tired that I was already dozing off to the sound of his steady heartbeat.

Chapter 7