if they’re locked up and a tornado drops down.” I walked over to the fridge and popped open a beer, “What's for dinner?”
In the month that we’d been married, Sierra had amazed Leia and I with her cooking skills. She could make a meal out of anything and I was glad to see that she was teaching Leia the skills she had already taught Lexi along with new recipes for both girls to learn.
“I thought we’d ride out and have a picnic since the weather was so nice, but maybe we should just stay inside.”
“Let’s have a picnic, just a little closer to the house. The girls can work on their riding in the corral and you and I can snuggle up on the blanket while I tell you all the things I want to do to you tonight.”
“Oh, really, Mr. Lincoln?” Sierra laughed. “What if I want to tell you all the wicked things I want to do to you instead?”
“Mrs. Lincoln, I would love to hear every single one of them,” I wrapped an arm around her waist and ground my already semi-hard cock into her backside as she giggled and put together our picnic.
“Alright, horny man. I hate to break this up but we’ve got kids to feed and I’m not sure if they’re done with their homework yet.”
“I’ll go check on them,” I told her as I dropped one last kiss on her neck. “Be right back.”
I took my beer off the counter and walked down the hall to the girls rooms quietly, waiting to hear the chattering at each other instead of working on their studies. When I heard their voices coming from my work room, I paused, irritated that they were in my space without permission, but more so because the surprise I was working on as a gift to them would be ruined.
“Daddy did this one of me when I was little,” I heard Leia explain to Lexi. “He’s gotten even better since then, I think.”
“What does he do with all the stuff he makes?” Lexi asked her.
“He gives it away as gifts,” Leia paused and I heard the door to the armoire that I kept my finished work in open. “He gave a little chicken to my teacher at the end of the school year last year and she said it was worth a lot of money. He should sell his stuff, but he won’t do it.”
“Why not?” Lexi asked her and I could tell she was as exasperated about it as Leia. “People would love this stuff. What’s in that cabinet?”
“That’s stuff he’s working on. Don’t ever open it because he’s got to have stuff put up a certain way so his clay won’t ruin.” There was a pause as I heard the door to the armoire shut. “Besides, he doesn’t like for anyone to see stuff until it’s done. I think he even has it locked up, but I’ve never checked. That’s his personal space, so I don’t bother it.”
I spoke from the doorway causing both girls to jump, “The whole room is my personal space.”
“Oh!” Lexi jolted and headed toward me so she could get out of the room. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s really not that big of a deal, babe. You can come in here and look, but like Leia said, just stay out of that other locker. That’s where I keep my works in progress.”
“Have you ever shown my mom this stuff?”
“Yeah, she’s come in and talked to me while I work on things a few times. Usually, she uses that time to take a bath and read though,” I shrugged. “It’s not a big deal.”
“It is a big deal, Rowdy. I think that statue of Pat you did could come to life and move. It looks just like her.” Lexi looked so earnest as she talked about the small figurine I had made of one of the horses. “It’s beautiful. I wish I could do stuff like that.”
“If you’d like to learn, I’ll teach you what I know,” I told her. “Leia hates working with clay, but you might like it.”
“I think so,” Lexi said softly. “If you don’t mind.”
“I don’t mind at all, sweet girl. I’d enjoy the time with you,” I told her honestly. “Now, let’s get out of here. Did y’all finish your homework?”
Both girls nodded as they walked past me into the hall.
“Sierra’s making a picnic for dinner. We’re expecting some bad weather, so we’re going to just have it in the yard, but