2021-03-03 - An Interesting Development

Its a day like any other day people in the house have gone to do their daily work. Bean though she is home early - she has changed from her work clothes into a beautiful evening gown. Its deep navy blue flowing over her bodies curves and splitting open along her leg. She wears her hair in cascading ringlets of red, tumbling over her shoulders and around her large breasts. A meal has been prepared or ordered knowing her cooking skills, a tomahawk steak with two glasses of wine. Even the Baby was all dressed out wearing a baby suit jumper and bow tie. Bean was happily awaiting Everett to come home. She sends him a text <Hey, can you come home early today there is something I need you for>

(TXT to ) Everett : Hey can you come home early? There is something I need you for.

Being a simple man, when Everett gets that text, his reply is quick.
And classy.

(TXT to Bean) Everett : 🍑 🍆 ?

Nevertheless, Everett comes home early, as expected, the rumbling of his beastly vehicle announcing his presence before he throws the door open to the garage even before the garage door has closed, bringing a blast of cold weather in with him. His leather jacket already hanging off one broad shoulder, he doesn't even close the door behind him, his gaze raised to the ceiling, "Bean?!"

Before his boots thud heavily up the stairs, his heavy jacket drops to the floor without care, still sliding before stopping while the green giant takes two steps at a time.

There was no reply to his lewd text, almost as if he never sent it or maybe she never saw it. She calls to him before he gets to far up the stairs. "In the Kitchen, Que and I have a surprise!" she calls to him. Bean was standing near the table looking a little nervous. There was a little anxiety energy in the air.

His rhino-like stomping stops along the stairs when his red angel calls out to him and after a slight pause, and a reduction in his charge, Everett comes down the stairs, one at a time. His focus aimed towards the kitchen, he smiles softly, more of a smirk from the right side of his mouth. A few more steps carry him closer, eyeing her while he approaches like a meal is devoured. A throaty rumbled sound declares his approval of her attire while his green eyes roam lazily over her curves.

It's not until he gets closer that his attention widens and he sees Que in his little bow tie. And as simply as that his titillated energy shifts seamlessly into Dad mode. "Aww, look at my little fella. All dressed up," Everett murmurs, opening his tattooed arms for his boy. And then his attention turns to the table, the wine. The dinner. He looks up curiously from the setting to Bean, "You look fantastic, but, what's, uh. What's this about? Did I miss an anniversary?"

She nods her head "well yes, so I thought I would do something for you.. dress us both up and..." she moves into the hug and she kisses his jaw if he is to notice his boy when he takes him has a little piece of bubblegum wrapper tied to his pass fire. He seems blissfully unaware of the garbage .. and it is doing him no harm, still, that shiny paper bobs every time he suckles on the device. Mom was showering the brute in kisses though and it might be easy to overlook for the moment. Her soft warm lips push up into his gentle ones.

With a lift of his left brow, Everett's smirk widens when Bean slips herself into his arms. That throaty, pleased rumble returns while the large man bends his head down, strands of his long black hair slipping free from his shoulders while, in contrast, he pulls her to him and holds her tightly, his biceps firming slightly as he pins the baby between them and the gentleness of how he claims her lips with his own.

Sweet, soft kisses, find his head soon tilting to deepen the kissing even as large hands find her hips and slide down the material. His knees bend to better allow his hands to slip over her behind and squeeze, making the wrapper rustle against the white t-shirt that's a size to small. All the better to show his pecs. And for the moment, he too ignores the sound, having something much more immediate in mind. She gets another squeeze before he growls, wantonly and his fingers start walking, pulling the hem of her gown upwards.

Bean would normally be all too happy about letting him get her out of the dress but now was not the time.. she kisses him a little longer her soft gentle kisses warm to his skin. She shifts herself slightly to not squish the child between them and her savers the large brutes kisses a moment. Trembling in arousal, her body shifts, and her kisses stop to smack his large hands away playfully. Her green eyes flash brilliantly and she breathlessly whispers "Dinner." she says as she wriggles herself free out of his arms, still flushed from the intimacy.

The redhaired lady breathes, her large breasts shift in motion as she looks back to Ev as if she wanted to tear his clothes off. It is a fleeting lingering look before she finds her way back to her chair and she smooths out her dress.. Baby boy coos a little and curls his little fingers around daddies' hair to tug.

At the playful slapping of his hands, he makes another throaty sound. This one slight irritation, even while he grins. His hands move, though, respecting the request, and return to palming her buttocks gently, his smile widening. He leans down to nuzzle her nose with his, then moves his attention down to his son, and gives the boy a kiss on his forehead while she whispers about dinner.

Pulling his lips from the child's forehead only a little, Everett murmurs, "Yeah. Dinner," under his breath, although his gaze falling on her doesn't suggest as much as outright yells when it is he's thinking about with the opening she'd left for him. And when she begins to wiggle free, he makes the throaty sound of disapproval again but doesn't stop her. Rather, he opens his arms to make her leaving easier while looking down at his boy and murmurs, "Can you say Da-da yet?" Even though the boy's a few months behind Mew, Cue's hasn't been the babbling kind, and even then, it's a tall ask, but one Everett's been trying with Cue. And oddly, only Cue.

Even with his trophy, Everett puts Cue in the baby seat, pulling it closer to the empty chair, presumably so when he sits, the baby's not yanked free from holding the hair tether. Even if it requires leaning towards the boy awkwardly, Everett seats himself, steals a look across to Bean, and smiles before looking down. "This is nice. Just a dinner, just the two, uh. Three of us," he corrects himself, looking over to the baby. He frowns softly, then gestures to his own neck, "What's he got on his pacifier?"

Looking over to the baby as Ev brought attention to the pacifier "ooooh Cue has a question for you." she says offhandedly as she lifts a bottle and pours them glasses of wine. Her eyes look to the boy then back to the father "I don't know if...he will talk, maybe we should start signing with him as well?" she wonders as concerned mom would be that the baby is not really talkative. He coos a little and yanks on papas hair however and then spits out the passifier for hair! Nomming on papa hair is the best! his little feet kick and he slobbers on everetts hair. A little giggle escapes Bean as she watches the pair.

"Oh, has a question for me, huh?" ponders Everett, turning his chair to better face the baby seat before pushing his plate just a little bit away while his glass is filled. "Thank you," is offered for the filling of his glass without taking his eyes off the brilliantly red-headed boy and the space he's cleared by moving his plate, Everett leans forward, hands tucked under his chin, facing the child, his sole focus.

"Alright," he says to the follically hungry baby, then nods his head up with an acknowledging nod, "Let's hear it." Everett's silent while Bean fills hers, listening to Que happily soaking his father's long hair in baby drool with pleased screeches. It's for reasons like that, with Mew liking to explore his hair in her mouth as well, that he switched to using baby-safe shampoos. "Uh huh," replies Everett to a particular pleased holler, "and then what?"

While the boy continues to coo, Everett tilts his head and eyes up to focus on the boy's mother. "Sounds like he had a long, adventurous day, but I don't hear a question in there. And I don't know how to sign anything," except no to Cinderella which he does, just about at every chance he can get. Casting his attention back down to his boy, Everett fingers the wrapper, then uses both hands to unwrap it and bring it for closer inspection, but not before adjusting the little man's bow tie, "so cute."

When Everett gets around to actually unfolding the trash like paper he sees that there is writing on the inside "Do I need to be a Bastard forever? Marry Momma please?" Bean just watches everything from her chair and she even goes about eatting some of the food because she dose not wanna be overly staring at Ev as he unfolds the paper. She blushes however deeply and she shifts in her chair.

Unfolding the little wrapper with his large fingers, Everett first checks to see if the baby won't rather have the fake nipple than another fistful of Daddy's hair and when that's met with disapproval, he leaves the pacifier near the boy while his focus goes to the slip of paper, save a quick lookup to peer at Bean through his dark lashes following a knowing smile.
And then he reads.
And pauses.

"Uh. That's a big word for you, little man," Everett murmurs after a pregnant pause. Wetting his lips with a quick lick, he looks over at the baby, nuzzling their noses together, which only gets grappled with baby fingers. "Well. Mommy asked Daddy before, and Daddy was worried that he would make either Mommy or the other woman upset if he would say yes. Or no. He doesn't wan-- that's my nose, gah."

Leaving the note in front of him, Everett uses his hands to untangle himself from the baby boy's grip wholly so he can sit up straight. There's a moment of preening his hair, less straight and more baby spit then it had been before, while he flicks it behind his broad, muscular shoulders and this time, levels his gaze to Bean. "You asked me before when Kailey was delivering and I didn't know what to say then. And it's true that I don't want one of you to feel left out, or not a part of the group. I didn't know what to say."

Pushing his plate out of the way just a little more, Everett's brows knot with concern while he reaches across the table. His lips pull into a thin line, smiling ever so slightly. "But I talked with Kailey, and I know what I would say if you asked again."

"Yes."

The red haided woman was easily cutting up the meat as Ev was speaking and she blinks her eyes as he admits he had talked to Kailey over exactly that. She smiles to the trash she used for writing her little note on and she smiles gently.. She looks to him then she looks away softly breathing gently "good, with Kailey as a man, it is much easier to ask again." she says honestly and then she smiles once more bringing her eyes up to him as he pushes the plate, "Yes?" she asks him again, completely shocked she too stops eatting.

Everett keeps looking at her, and as he does, his lop-sided smile widens threatening to take over both sides. His eyes pull away long enough to return give Que his pinkie to grab, and when his wiggles that digit, shaking the little boy's arm. "Yes," he reiterates, more forcefully. "Unless you changed your mind between the time you wrote the message and now." He eyes the food she's prepared, and pulls his plate closer and picking up his knife, there's deep consideration given to the plate while he continues.

"I mean, I assume you wrote it. Either that or Que's a mastermind and we're going to have to put him in some sort of government program to keep him from taking over the world." The boy's arm is shaken again with the big man's picky wiggles. "He probably gets that from you, the smarts I mean."
As an aside, he wonders aloud, "How am I going to cut this steak with one hand?"

Looking back up, Everett's expression is more serious. "Bean, baby. I've wanted to get married, for years now. And I couldn't think of anyone I'd rather be married to and share my life with than you. It was just this situation," he waves his knife like a wand in the air, "that's so confusing, and like I said, I didn't want one of you to feel less-than or badly if I asked, or accepted. I dunno," he offers, shrugging his right shoulder, while his eyes carve the meat moments before he starts trying to cut it with the knife along, pushing the meat back and forth his plate, "maybe a hand ceremony, I'd heard about something like that for when the gays couldn't get married they had the ceremony without the umfph behind it. That's what I'd thought of. But if she, oh -- Kailey's a she again. I guess it wore off -- but if she doesn't want to get married-married and you do. And I do. Then..."

He lingers, leaving the sentence in mid-air, letting the sound of the happy baby, and his knife scraping back and forth on his plate.

Bean laughs a little as she moves a little from the table to walk over and disengage papa from baby.. she shifts him as she offers a little steak to suckle on and she looks over to the big man. "There..." she says as she draws a breath she had been holding. She looks around as he waves and she nods her head quietly, "well, to be honest...at this point ....Kailey is a boy and we don't know-how long she is going to stay that way. And." she pauses "I want more kids with you." she is honest about that at least as she kisses his cheek. "I love you so very much." she says to him, before she leans down and draws his chin up to her lips "I love you and want you more then anything."

"Mm-nngh," he offers, holding out a finger once he's been freed from his little boy. With closed eyes, he tilts his head up and wags his finger at her, "No way. I'm saving myself for my wedding day so I can wear white." This absurd statement is enough to make him grin broadly, his finger lowers while he chuckles, "Oh the other hand, all rules are made to be broken."
The kiss to his cheek has him offering his cheek again while his hands move. One to wrap about her waist, the other to push his plate and utensils away. Pulling Bean closer, his chair makes a scraping sound as he pushes the chair from the table, and pulls Bean closer and into his lap.

Once there, both his hands rise to cradle either side of her neck, and pull her forward, to meet his lips with hers for a short, but intense kiss. His mouth opening, his tongue tasting the steak on her lips. A pearl of a pleased sound escapes from his throat at the taste and when the kiss is complete, he tilts his head forward, resting his forehead against hers. "I love you, babydoll. I wouldn't be with you if I didn't. We wouldn't have Que, and I wouldn't be thinking about sweeping this table clear and fucking another baby into you right here and now."
His eyes swing to the left, seeing his baby, "But. Maybe. After we put the boy to bed. I'm not sure I could, you know, perform with him watching me."

Giggling the girl nods her head and she shifts the babe in her arms pulling him close lovingly babbling to him "mama mama...." she says to the bright-eyed boy. The red-haired boy simply kicks his feet out and reaches to grab ahold of mommas hair now. "ohhhh no no no.." she giggles "stop that hurts!" she says as she tries to wrangle her hair free. "I will feed him and sing him to sleep, shall I meet you in your room when he is down?" she wonders as she looks over lustfully at the large brute.

"He's got a strong grip, doesn't he?" Everett says, smiling proudly at his boy trying to scalp his mother. His large hands holds her hips, as though trying to keep him in her lap before rising and squeezing her waist. Moving his head from resting his forehead against hers, Everett bows his head down and gives the bright redheaded boy a wet kiss on his cheek and with his lips held there, blows air to make a quick raspberry against his son's skin.

"Yeah," he murmurs about her question as to were to meet him, "and you better hurry," he adds, lifting his hips to effect a roll of them, pressing his lap against her. "Or I'll start without you." He pauses for less than a second and adds, "Fiancee." And when she gets up from his lap, he gives her bottom a long stare before lunging to give her ass a slap before she takes it out of his reach.