*****WARNING*****This blog post contains graphic sexual content. Reader discretion is advised.
Adam with an A Brate wakes early in the morning and leaves his little attached apartment by the rarely used upstairs door. He tiptoes into his granddaughter’s room and sees his son holding his daughter in a rocking chair, looking out of the window at Alexandra in the morning.
Turning his head, Adum looks at his father. “Hey Dad.” he smiles, but he looks tired.
Adam moves over and looks at Isabella, who is sleeping on her father's shoulder. “Morning, son. You been up long?”
Adum shrugs. “An hour or so. Isabella came to wake me up .. and now she is sleeping again.” he laughs lightly. “What’s up, Dad?”
The senior Brate walks around the room, picking up a little bag and putting clothes and toys in it. “I got a call from Dr McKinney last night. She said she would send you an official email this morning, so you can check it and follow her instructions to the letter.” He considers the toys and goes for a set of soft baby building blocks. “You’re being given the day off.” He puts the blocks in the bag. “Whether you want it or not.”
Adum raises his brows and opens his mouth to protest, but then looks down at Isabella and sighs deeply. He begins to rock back and forth in the rocking chair. “You know .. when we were cut off, I suspended money. Put the island on the barter system. Seized and reassigned housing so no one was without a roof over their head. Ordered a section of the North Woods cleared for a farm. It was rough for a while, but we settled into things. Our new normal. We had musical festivals every weekend almost … weather permitting, of course. The movies at the Community Center became so popular that I ordered the building of the theatre in the Bottoms. Those were popular too. We all seemed to bond and get closer. I know something about everyone on this island now .. at least the ones who were here while we were lost. Alexandra is a stronger community than ever, Dad.”
“I know, son. You did this town proud.” Adam replies, listening, packing some clothes in the bag.
“We came back into this world to … this…” he motions to the window. “No sooner do we get reconnected to the ferry than I have to disconnect us all over again … and that fucking virus STILL came here.” he blows out a breath. “Killing people. Making people sick.” He looks at his father. “And I have told everyone in this close community to stay away from each other. The exact opposite of how we survived before.” he nods. “Take the purple overalls too. She loves them. You know that.”
Adam does as instructed. “Adum, you are still taking care of this town. I’m proud of you. But you’re going to get sick yourself … and do poorly because you aren’t eating right or sleeping right or taking care of yourself. So that is what today is. Dr McKinney wants you to take the day. I’ll take care of Izzy and you take care of you and Megan.” he stands with his bag and moves to the chair. “I’ll try not to spoil her too much.” he lies as he bends down to take his granddaughter back to his place.
Adum stayed in the rocking chair until he heard the door to his father's apartment close. He blinked and when he opened his eyes the shadows had moved; he’d fallen asleep. Rising, he went into his office and checked his email. As promised there was an urgent message from Dr McKinney;
Date: April 20, 2020
To: Mayor Adum C. Brate
From: Dr. Susan McKinney
Re: Forced workday off
Adum,
According to my count, you have not taken a day off since March 1, 2020. I understand that things have been hectic with all of the events that have taken place since the island was reconnected to the world, but I would be remiss in my duties if I did not insist that you take a day off in order to rest and recoup. You will get sick if you continue at your current pace, and Alexandra cannot afford for you to get sick, especially not with this particular virus.
So in my capacity as the only doctor on the island, I am hereby ordering you to take 24 hours off. I mean it. Let Adam take care of Isabella and spend a nice day just you and Megan.
And before you whine about how I haven’t taken a day off either … I am issuing the same order to myself, with orders that I not be disturned short of an emergency. Colleen is under the same order later this week. But a day off for you will be easier than for me and Colleen.
Enjoy.
Susan McKinney
Adum smiled at the email, printed it out and left his home office, closing the door behind him. Still dressed in his boxers, he went back to bed, setting the printed note on Megan’s side of the bed where she was sure to see it. Then he lay down, pulling Megan close. Breathing in the scent of her hair, he drifted back to sleep.
Megan stretches out one leg and feels the warmth of Adum's arms around her and his body behind hers. She smiled a little. This was a treat....but how did it come to be. Carefully she extracted herself and looked around, her eyes falling upon a new piece of paper by her side of the bed. She read it and beamed. "Dr. McKinney and Adam you are my heroes!" She whispered to it. Looking back at the sleeping form of her man, she decided to treat him and padded off downstairs to the kitchen to put on coffee and make him breakfast in bed.
Adum didn’t come close to waking when Megan got out of bed. But he had managed to catch up with his sleep and naturally began to wake. He treated himself by rolling onto his back and reminding himself NOT to look at his business phone for updates. Instead he goes into the drawer of the nightstand on his side of the bed and pulls out his private phone, which he hasn’t looked at in at least a week. All business all the time. He looks at it and sends a quick text to Ryan Yamada telling him about his day off. Then he sent another to Michael Reinhardt. Just lounging in bed texting the guys. He gets a whiff of coffee and smiles to himself.
Megan’s cooking had improved with parenting but she still tended more towards quick and packaged. It was just her comfort zone. She was delighted to see pop tarts on the Thrifty’s local site and had ordered a small stock pile. Today was a strawberry day. She had them toasting as she fixed the coffees and arranged cups and plates on a tray. She was skipping her Zoom yoga to just cherish this day. The tarts popped and she grabbed at them burning her fingers with a little “Ow...oooch...fuckity fuck fuck.” Which she hoped didn’t wake Adum if he was still out. She dealt with the discomfort and picked up the tray only to almost trip over Voldemort on her first step forward. Of course her foot had to be shredded for her indiscretion and she let out another string of curses “You fucking maniac! Get off...” Miraculously she still held onto the tray and then half limped up the stairs.
Adum smiled at a reply from Ryan congratulating him on a day off and another from Michael bragging that, since his child had pulled a teen aged prank, he was forced to take a vacation day. Then he heard, Megan cursing out .. someone … most likely one of the cats … most specifically Voldemort. Even in his office, he missed many of the sounds of a Day In The Life of the Brates. But he thought he heard human feet climbing the stairs and sent both Mike and Ryan texts saying his day off was beginning, then turning off his phone and throwing it back in its drawer. Like a child caught reading after bedtime, he quickly shimmied under the covers and faced the door, his eyes only half closed.
Megan set the tray down on the dresser and bought the sleeping scene. She tiptoed up to Adum and leaned down to wake him with a light kiss on the lips.
Adum waits and, as soon as she is in range, lunges, grabs her and pulls her in bed, going in for a much bigger kiss than she may have planned for. Breaking it he smiles. “Good morning .. is it still morning? Love of my life … what did you bring me?” he hasn’t looked but smells coffee and strawberries.
Megan falls into his grab and kisses him back eagerly and then details the breakfast offerings like she’s running a fancy cafe. She adopts a bad French accent “Ah Mon Cheri today we ave le cafe au Brate et avec les pastries tres de la pop tart!” Her French accent is closer to The Swedish Chef.
Adum laughs and begins to sit up. “Oui, Oui!” he finally looks at the tray she brought. “Breakfast in bed. Jesus. And here I thought it was a miracle I got a day off.” he reaches for the coffee. “Susan is like … psychic or something. I guess I was really showing some fatigue.” he sips and swallows.
Megan smirks "Well don't get too excited...it IS pop tarts...but I love them. Susan is the deity of Alexandra's new religion. I will send her a gift pack of our best vibrators. Would that be weird?" Megan grabs the tray and puts it between them, taking a pop tart now and nibbling at it.
Adum drinks the coffee and arches his brow before taking another sip. “It’s Pop Tarts made by you.” he qualifies. “Which makes them perfect to me.” then he laughs. “You know something … nothing is weird anymore. This is the second time that woman has saved my life. Send her two gift boxes.” he takes a hold of her Pop Tart and bends, breaking off a chunk and popping it in his mouth. “Ah .. ah .. hot, hot, hot!”
Megan winces "Oh I know...I'm missing some fingerprints now I think. they really hold the heat. And you're right NOTHING is weird." She narrows her eyes "Except some of the women in this town..." She laughs "That was a CRAZY night on Zoom."
Adum chuckles and cools his mouth with coffee, then takes another bite. “Oh? You ladies get together on Zoom last night or something?” he hadn’t been given an invitation, obviously and knew nothing about the Ladies night of the night before last.
Megan's eyes go wide and she nods slowly "You would not believe the things I witnessed...actually Steph sent pictures...." she paws for her phone on the side table and clicks to her email and then holds out the phone. It's Phoenix and Anna having an odd looking conversation with triangle sandwiches and Phoenix in a sarong with a rather obvious bulge.
Adum innocently eats his pop tart and is sipping more coffee when Megan shows him the pictures. He nearly spits it out, but manages to swallow. “God help me. I never wanted to see that much of Phoenix in my life. What the hell are they doing and why are they doing it in full view of … how many people were in this chat again?” he begins laughing … and feeling lighter than he has in some time.
Megan laughs too "I know right. I mean go Anna but so not my type....hippies. She was drunk and high and so messed up. They make their own beer and from what I gathered later he put an edible into the batch and it hit her hard. It was funny but sad. I've known Anna my whole life and I've never seen her like that." She clicks off the picture and puts her phone back on the bedside table "I have no idea. People came and went. That was the night Bella was sick so I came in in a bad way and took a shower part way through. Your Dad is AMAZING by the way. He just came in and scooped her up and let me recover. I still have to give that wall in her room another scrub. I think our kid has some food allergies...she's had a weird little belly and she's not like sick sick.....maybe wheat? We had some noodles that night....."She frowns "We might have to go gluten free..."
Adam laughs at the description of the night … until Megan gets to the Isabella is sick part, then he looks concerned. “I thought she was just cranky.” he closes his eyes. “Yea … I’m glad Dad came back and stayed. I wasn’t expecting that, to be honest.” he looks at Megan, concerned. “I know you said she isn’t sick, sick but … what’s her temperature? I held her earlier and she didn’t feel hot to me. And she wasn’t coughing.” part of him is curious and part of him is desperately trying to talk himself out of thinking his daughter has the novel coronavirus.
Megan makes an up down breathing motion with her hand "Honey it's stomach. That's not a Covid thing...I swear it's wheat. We had turkey sandwiches for lunch and she had diarrhea and then the noodles made her puke. We should probably tell your Dad to make her some rice though or he'll be in it too...."
Adum damn near slumps out of bed with relief. “Good. Good.” he reaches behind him and fumbles for the drawer handle, opening it. He gets his phone out and sends his father a quick text, which he reads to Megan. “Don’t give Izzy wheat. She’ll drown you in puke.” and he sets his personal phone down. “Im sorry baby. I panicked. And I shouldn’t be doing that in front of … anyone.”
Megan gives Adum a little shove "I'm your wife. You don't have to be mayor for me. In fact I want you to tell me when it's shitty...because i know it's shitty. i can see it even when you don't tell me. Adum you need support too. Please lean on me." She taps her pop tart "These are cooler now." She takes a big bite and then frown down at it "Fuck everything we have is wheat isn't it? I've been poisoning Isabella...."
Adum sighs. “I remember that part.” he teases. He smiles at her. “ I don’t want to worry you. I have to put on a strong face for Alexandra.” he takes the pop tart she bites and takes a bit himself. “I don’t think poisoning is the right word, Megan. We have to find out … somehow. I just don’t know how, because if it isn’t a serious emergency or Covid, Dr McKinney isn’t really seeing anyone. She is getting some help at least. Dr Alvin is training with her.” she would know Dr. Alvin. He’s their vet.
Megan can't help but start laughing "We're takin the kid to the vet? I understand why but when she's older and we're making speeches for her wedding, we need to do that with any other kids we have? include that tidbit......"
Thinking about it, Adum also starts laughing. “Yea … Let’s just say we got confused with all the other cat kids we have?” his humor is reemerging. “Wedding? No .. no .. not my baby girl. No.” He takes another bite of the pop tart. “I don’t think you’ve ever made me breakfast in bed before.” he marvels. “You’ve BEEN my breakfast in bed, but ….. “
Megan snickers "Save room for desert Baby." She then says seriously "Someday our daughter will fall in love....and I hope for her it's as awesome as what we have."
Adum smirks. “Absolutely. What kind of day off would it be if I didn’t at least get laid?” and then he sighs. “I know she will. And I hope she does, too … maybe with a little less drama .. and a smarter man than her father.”
Megan looks at Adum with love "We got there..." She finishes her pop tart and then takes the tray off the bed and sets it on the dresser "About the other part...." She unabashedly climbs on top of Adum and looks intensely in his eyes, establishing if he's chewing or not before she fully dives in.
Adum grins and swallows as Megan finishes their breakfast and puts the tray back. “Eventually.” he huffs and smiles when she climbs on top of him. “What other part?” he feins confusion. Sadly he has to admit … they hadn’t made love in a while.
Megan is not swayed, but it has been awhile dammit. She straddles him and rolls her hips forward "This part?" she leans in and kisses his neck and then sucks hard on his hear before whispering "That part..." Her hands run up his chest and she playfully tweaks his nipples "Those parts..." She was giving him a pouty look.
Adum draws in a happy breath. “Ah .. right .. those parts.” he pretends to remember. Sliding a hand between her legs, he meets her eyes. “And this part, too, if I haven't completely forgotten.”
Megan grins and pushes herself into his hand "Oh thank god...because it requires lots of attention..." She slides her fingers to his crotch, just finding the tip of his cock through his clothes and rubbing it lightly "And this....."
Adum feels himself react to his wife’s touch. He hadn’t forgotten. “Well, you DID promise me dessert.” he reminds her and puts his hands on her hips, tugging her forward if allowed.
Megan gets pulled and submits fully to where Adum is going. He can have his cake and eat it too of course.
Adum grins and pulls Megan’s hips so that she is straddled over his face. He inhales of her scent and considers the panties. “Fuck it. I’ll buy you some new ones.” he announces and simply rips them on one side, then the other, finally tossing them aside. He nuzzles her sweet pussy, familiarizing himself with her scent. With Isabella, grooming wasn’t as easy as it had once been, but Adum couldn’t care less with lessons from the college in Vancouver. He parts the hair and exposes her pussy to his eyes. Then without another word, he begins licking at her clit, moaning as he remembers her taste.
Megan knew where it was going and had been dripping with anticipation from the hip grab. She slides forward, grips the edge of the mattress so she's not putting her whole weight on his face and tarts panting and moaning "Oh god yes.....oh....."
Adum laps at Megan like a starving man. Not awkwardly, as he remembers every bit of Megan’s essence. He licks at her, then inserts his tongue, canting his head as if he were French kissing her. From him comes a moan of pleasure, as he has missed this .. the smell, the taste, the intimacy. Just being alone with his wife. Listening to her only drives him further.
Megan twists the mattress, almost ripping the sheets like Adum had ripped her panties. She cries out over and over, her climax hitting her hard and from left field. She goes and goes though and could go all day with his love and skills.
Adum can hear as well as feel her orgasm, but he doesn’t stop. Not immediately. He’s always loved making Megan cum and after so long it is a song he isn’t quick to stop hearing sung.
Megan just goes on and on. Something in her body shifted after the baby and made her multiple orgasms even stronger. She shakes and shudders and screams so loud the neighbours would call the cops if they didn't know better. Mind you she hasn't been able to let loose like this in a very long time. She rides it and Adum.
Adum basks in the sound of Megan's screams. Vaguely he thinks that she hasn’t been like this … ever really .. but they haven't had many chances like this to be alone since the baby was born. He has always reacted to her and this is no different. He could drown in her juices a happy man.
Megan could keep going forever but she eventually made herself come down and move to attend to Adum "Holy fuck holy fuck.....Tell me what you want . you can have ANYTHING!" she was sitting on his chest still vibrating like she had been tasered.
Adum is almost disappointed that Megan backed off of his attentions … until she speaks. He looks up at her, intensity in his eyes. “I want you to be the woman who can always say ‘Fuck the mayor’ and mean it literally.” He needs her. Want, yes. Need, more.
Megan smiles slyly and then hovers above him, pulling his move and yanking his white boxers so hard she rips them off. then she mounts him and swivels her hips, letting the remains of the boxers remain under him.
Adum feels his boxers ripped to shreds and again, could not possibly care more. He moans as she mounts him, lifting his hips to get as deeply inside of her as quickly as he can. “Megan….” he breathes. “I missed you so much…”
Megan moans and then gets into a rhythm moving up and down "Mmm I missed you too....oh god.." She seems like she's heading straight into another orgasm. How is this even possible?
Adum reaches up to touch Megan’s breasts. He’s already struggling not to cum, but at the same time … they have all day for a change. He groans, louder than he has in years … the benefit of being alone in the house. “I love you, Megan.” he moans and knows .. if she cums … if she tightens around him … it will all be over for him. And he has no problems with that.
Megan whispers back "I love you too..." And then starts gasping and moaning on each downward movement. Her orgasm takes her over. Megan is on another plane, connected body mind and spirit in a sacred dance. Without even intending to, she squeezes as if willing their connection to be as complete as it can be and then releases all her energy down into Adum and radiating out in all directions.
Adum does not say anything. Cannot say anything. Megan cums and takes Adum blissfully with her. His body jerks as if he is shocked and he half sits up, then falls back staring up at her. For a second, he wonders if he could be dreaming. If his sheets are a mess that he won’t have time to clean before he’s forced back into his office.
After a long time Megan returns to the earthly realms....still connected to Adum, falling on him for support and laughing a little "Holy shit....what is happening to us? I mean holy shit Babe...." She presses her head into his chest, her hair spilling all around. He's still in her and she inhales and dismounts, shifting her hips to one side. His abdomen is left in a warm puddle.
Panting, Adum groans slightly as she dismounts from him. He strokes her hair. “It’s been a while … let’s face it.” he blows out a breath. “That needs to change.” he smiles at her. “I’ve missed you, and I’ve missed Izzy … I can’t let this ruin my family. Hell, I’ve even missed Dad.” he ignores the puddle on his stomach for now. “Somehow I will learn how to balance my family and my office … or one of them has to go .. and you guys aren’t gonna lose that one.”
Megan slides to the side and wraps her arms around Adum "I know. this isn't forever too...this pandemic madness. It can't be. I don't know how the world could sustain that shit."
Adum licks his lips and looks up at the ceiling. “We’d adjust, I guess.” he blows out another breath. “Did you hear .. the borders will remain closed until Mid May now?” he asks, softly. “I’m going to be keeping the Ferries away too, I think. Alexandra isn’t as bad as some,but only because we have fewer people. It’s still here. Only the two deaths but …” he closes his eyes. He doesn’t want to talk about work but .. he can’t see a way around it.
Megan looked unsurprised "I thought the orange troll was reopening the US economy? Glad we're keeping him at bay a little longer although they better keep bringing us coffee or I'll lose my shit." She strokes his hair "We're going to lose a few....hopefully not too many. I'm sorry Babe.'
Adam snorts. “Apparently the US economy can do their thing with no one’s help. And we’re still getting in the weekly shipment. It’s only public travel that is being restricted. Susan got a supply drop from Vincent Bittetto.” he shrugs. “I’d bitch, but Bittetto isn’t wanted for anything as far as anyone can tell. Man’s slippery … but he’s donating to the hospital so fuck yea, at this point I am willing to overlook that shit.” then he nods. “I know we are. I’ll be happy if only half of our residents get sick and less than ten die. And that is the most fucked up thought I’ve had in some time.”
Megan laughs "Well good for Bittetto and for Susan. She must have thought it was her birthday..." As soon as she said it her breath left her body and was just suspended before them for a full minute before she buried her face in shame "Oh my holy fucking shit for brains head....Adum..." she looked up with tears in her eyes but then simultaneously started laughing "Um happy birthday? Quick let's get a candle for one of those pop tarts...."
Adum laughs and then Megan reminds him that he's missed his own birthday. His jaw drops. “What? My birth….” he winces. “Was yesterday, wasn’t it?” he shakes his head. “Megan, I forgot it too … and so did my father. And Izzy.” he huffs in mock indignation. He laughs and kisses her. “Thank you. But never mind the pop tarts. How about we grab a shower and go downstairs. I’ll bake a cake and we’ll have a little party.” he suggests. “As a family. Besides what kind of day off will it be if I don’t play with my two favorite girls?”
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