Yvonne lay breathless against Micheal, her body humming with satisfaction as she tried to calm her racing heart. Her legs still trembled from the intensity of their lovemaking, but the heat between them had yet to dissipate. She could feel Micheal’s desire for her still pulsating, his hands tracing her curves as if he couldn’t get enough.His lips moved to her neck again, placing feather-light kisses that sent shivers down her spine. “I want you again,” Micheal’s deep, husky voice rumbled against her skin.Yvonne’s breath hitched, her body responding to his words, but she managed to muster the last shred of self-control she had left. “Micheal…” She whispered, trying to sound firm but failing to mask the tremor of desire in her voice. “We can’t… the food, the children…”He groaned softly, his hands sliding up her sides, teasing her already oversensitive skin. “They can wait a little longer, baby. I need you again.”Yvonne gasped as his lips found hers, kissing her deeply, igniting the
After their eventful meal, Yvonne stood up from the table, smiling at the children who were happily finishing the last bits of their food. She glanced at Micheal, who met her gaze with a soft smile of his own, and then looked back at the table, noting how much food was still left."We should store the rest of the food," Yvonne said, her tone light but firm. "No sense in wasting it. Plus, we can have it later or tomorrow."The children immediately perked up at the prospect of helping. Lily clapped her hands together excitedly. “Can we help, Mommy?”Yvonne’s smile widened. “Of course, sweetie. We’ll all do it together.”Micheal leaned back in his chair, watching his family with contentment as the kids jumped into action. Jack grabbed the plastic containers from the cabinet while Lily began collecting the dishes from the table, making sure everything was done just like their parents always did. Yvonne chuckled at their enthusiasm and turned to Micheal, her eyes gleaming. “You too, Mr. La
In the gentle evening breeze, Micheal watched as Yvonne stepped back onto the terrace after leaving to check on the children, as the sky now glowed with the last hints of sunset. As Yvonne moved to settle back into her seat next to him, Micheal caught her hand and, with a soft smile, gestured for her to sit between his legs on the lounger.Yvonne hesitated for a moment, her cheeks flushing slightly, but she slowly eased herself between his legs, leaning back as his arms wrapped around her waist. The warmth of his embrace melted away any tension she had been holding, and she let out a quiet sigh of contentment. Nestled against his chest, Yvonne felt the steady beat of his heart, a comforting rhythm that seemed to calm her own.They had discussed a lot of things and that included Yvonne hoping to know more about Micheal's childhood with a mother like Aurora.Micheal had been fully open with her just like he promised. His mother wasn't a bad woman. She was just misguided since her early
A few days later, life settled into a comfortable rhythm for the family of four. The children were thriving in their new school, eagerly sharing stories of their day each evening. Jack and Lily’s laughter filled the house, and it warmed Yvonne’s heart to see them so happy. But what truly surprised her was the subtle shift in her own life.Under Micheal’s insistence, Yvonne had begun planning to finish her studies. He had encouraged her in that calm yet determined way he always did, telling her how much she still had to live for. He noticed how uncomfortable she felt not being able to contribute financially for the kids and assured her, more than once, that he would never want her to worry about bills. However, Micheal knew that Yvonne wouldn’t fully understand that until she had her own means and saw that he would still let her keep it, all while spoiling her with everything he had.At first, Yvonne hesitated. It had been years since she left her academic life unfinished—two years lef
Yvonne was pulled from sleep by two small bodies pouncing onto the bed. She groaned, blinking against the early morning light streaming through the window. Before she could get her bearings, Jack and Lily were grinning at her with matching excited expressions, their small hands tugging on the blanket."Mommy! Mommy! Wake up!" Jack exclaimed, his voice a happy squeal.Lily bounced in place, her golden hair catching the sunlight. "It’s almost our birthday!""Two weeks!" Jack chimed in, holding up ten fingers, then realizing it wasn’t enough and giggling. "Well... not ten days, but you get it!"Yvonne smiled at the sight of them, still groggy. “Two weeks? That’s soon!” she managed to say, rubbing her eyes.“Yes!” Lily clapped her hands. “We want balloons, cake, and... can we have a magician daddy too?”“A magician?” Yvonne chuckled, sitting up as the twins made themselves comfortable around her.“Yeah! Daddy became a magician on our birthday. And we want a bouncy castle!” Jack added eage
Micheal shook his head at Yvonne’s word. “You're the Godsent in my life Yvonne. I never thought I could find happiness outside the one I held for my children's existence, but here you are. The most amazing person I've ever met. A gorgeous woman with a heart of gold. You restored my faith in humanity, baby and I never want to lose you, never.” Micheal gently pulled her back, cupped her face and kissed her forehead. Yvonne’s eyes were misty as she gazed into his own. She believed him. It was written all over his face. Micheal meant every word and cared for her.“Will it be alright to bring a dead child into the twin's life? I mean they do not have to know. It is not important for them…..” Micheal could feel her resolve wavering and cuts in, “everything about you is important to me, to the kids. They are always curious about you Yvonne and believe me when I say their age isn't doing justice to their intelligence.” He assured her.“Okay. I will try.” Yvonne said. She knew there was no w
Micheal leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to Yvonne’s temple. "That was beautiful," he murmured, his voice low and full of pride.Yvonne smiled through the tears that pricked at the corners of her eyes. She hadn’t expected this conversation to bring her peace, but somehow it had. Talking about her son—not as a painful loss but as a memory wrapped in love—made it feel like he was still with her, in a way she had never imagined before.Jack tugged on Micheal’s sleeve. "Can we get balloons for him too? Like the ones that fly up to the sky?""That’s a great idea," Micheal said warmly. "We can do that. On a special day, just for him.""And mine can have sparkles!" Lily declared, already planning her contribution.Yvonne laughed, feeling lighter than she had in years. "Of course, sweetheart. Sparkles are perfect."The twins went back to excitedly chattering about balloons, their innocent excitement filling the room with warmth.Yvonne leaned back in her chair, exhaling a breath she hadn’t
The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting soft golden beams across the apartment. Yvonne stood at the kitchen counter, carefully arranging small treats on a colorful platter. Micheal leaned beside her, a soft smile on his face as he watched her. Today was the twins’ fourth birthday, and the excitement hung in the air, palpable and bright.“Do you think they’ll like the surprise?” Micheal asked, handing her a few strawberries to add to the platter.“They’ll love it,” Yvonne whispered with a smile. She straightened the party hat on her head, the sight of which made Micheal chuckle. “I can’t wait to see their faces when they realize how many people came just for them.”Yvonne peeked into the living room, where the decorations glimmered—bright balloons floated above a table laden with gifts, streamers twisted playfully across the walls, and a banner reading "Happy 4th Birthday, Jack & Lily!" spanned the room. They had stayed up late adding these last touches after the child