19: Cathy.

A few years later

I give my outfit one last look over before I grab a coat. Fall has quickly changed into winter, and I’m not the least bit mad about it. I’m excited for our first Christmas with our little ones. Getting excited for the holidays is new to me. Before Chase, it was like any other day. Even when I was little I don’t remember my mother ever doing much.

“Don’t you rush home,” Mae says as she enters the bedroom with a baby monitor in her hand. “They’ll be tuckered out for a while, and there is more than enough breast milk stored away. You two enjoy some free time.” She wiggles her eyebrows at me.

My face flushes with heat. I think Mae knows I’ve been given the green light from the doctor. I’m open for business. It’s hard going without sex for so long. Sure, you can do other things, but there is something about being taken by your man that hits all the spots a wife needs from her husband.

“All right. No rushing.” I give Mae a kiss on the cheek before I head out. She’s become