The drive home was quiet, and I could tell Lucas was a little sad that the kids were not coming home. He had not said a word since we left, and I was growing weary of the awkward silence between us.
"You know they are only going for one night, don't you?" I laughed nervously.
"I do, and I must say I'm a little relieved that mom insisted on taking care of them tonight," he gave a small smile.
"Then why are you so grumpy," I teased.
"I am?" he chuckled.
"Yup," I nodded, "you have that look you usually had the first time I came—oh God," my hand flew to my chest, "are you mad at me or something?"
"No,"
OhMyFuckingGoshIf there was ever a rational part of my brain, it must have abandoned me the moment his lips crushed mine. He was kissing me. Lucas was kissing me and it was not me daydreaming, or night dreaming or dreaming at all. His lips were on mine for real.I was too stunned to move or kiss him back. I just stood there for the first few seconds, as his lips moved against mine. Never in my life have I wanted something so bad only to actually get it in the end.I almost did not know what to do. But all of that confusion washed away as he nudged me closer. His lips moving against mine were warm, and
Lucas lifted me in his arms and walked back into the room. My eyes widened as the bed came into view. This was really happening. Fuck yes it was. I had waited enough, maybe too long for this night. My thoughts drifted to the first dream I had of him, from my experience tonight I could tell this was even going to be better than I expected it to.He put me down on my wavering feet, and I held on to him for support. A gasp escaped my lips when he covered them with his, slowly leading me to the bed. I landed freely on my back as he pushed me on the bed.He fisted his cock, pumping up and down, and I watched with anticipation that made my already dripping sex, drip even more. He leaned over me, brushing his erect cock between my thighs, as he ravished me for the second time.
I woke up the next morning to the warmth of Lucas's body on mine. We were both naked with my face on his hairy chest, and my breasts on his torso. One hand was wrapped around my waist while the other rested behind his head. The late afternoon sun filtered through the windows and the open balcony door.Lucas was still sleeping, and I took a minute to admire how handsome he looked even in his sleep. I sat up to check the time and accidentally startled him awake. "Oh I'm sorry," I apologized."Good morning," he mumbled sleepily."Good morning," he held my hand and pulled me into him, for a morning kiss, a gesture I would have found 'not so cool,' with any other person, but with Lucas, I could not bring myself to care what my morning breath felt like if he did n
Abby and Aiden were back home by sunset, and they could not stop going on and on about how much fun they had with Zoey that Sunday. I was tempted to share how much fun I had too but it did not seem like a very smart idea to share with 5-year-olds how sex with their dad slash my new boyfriend felt.I could not help but give a girlish giggle as I remembered all the events that happened today. It was a very eventful day, that is if you would count staying in bed with Lucas and marathon sex all day. I wanted more than anything to tell someone how I was feeling, and holding it in was tearing me apart.I could not share it with Lucas, since everything I was going to say revolved around him, the kids were not an option, Emma was not even around, and even if she were and we had not bonded close enough that I could sh
It had been a week since Lucas asked me the question that made my heart swell with joy. We had taken turns in sleeping in each other's rooms throughout the week though most of the time it was me in his room. I had not told Lucas or anyone about my incident with whoever that woman was on Monday, not even Celine.Despite how cautious I had been all week, I had not come across the mystery woman, a fact that made me wonder if I was just imagining things. But the fear was real, the way my heart had missed double beats that day, the chilly feeling of someone's eyes all over me and not in a good way. It could not be paranoia. But then it could be that she was not following me but Celine. That thought made me even more terrified.I thought of calling her to check on her, but that did not seem like a good idea at the time given the
The day ran faster than I had expected or maybe it was so because we barely had time to catch our breaths. We were racing from one activity to another and I was surprised to see that the kids still had the energy to fish at the lake inside the park. I felt like I had been run over by a truck although I think that had more to do with the tug of war game we played.Needless to say, Abby, Aiden, and I lost to Lucas with our faces to the ground. My argument would be that it was a completely bias match. I would not put it past Lucas to be able to lift all three of us at the same time. But at least we had a lot of fun.It was probably the best day I had had since I became the kid's nanny. I got to see Lucas in a different light. He was a good father, I had not a single doubt, but seeing the way he lost himself to the kids today, devoting his time and energy into making them enjoy their day, was just the most adorable sight to witness.Lucas and I also go
"You just sound like one big happy family," Celine squealed happily as I sat on my bed talking to her after finishing up for the day. She went on about her usual excitement as I told her about the picnic. "Of course," I said flatly, "except we are not a family and we have only been dating one week.". "What if you propose to him," she said as her tone shifted into seriousness. "That's your worst joke yet," I said drily as I shifted on my bed. "and I've seen you try stand up comedy." "Shut up," she laughed, "I'm serious, since we came here, I've seen more couples proposing than on valentine's day." "You hate valentine's—and proposals." I cried through the phone. "Well, that was before I made this trip to Ibiza, god they are so f-ing adorable girl." "What is Alexander turning my best friend into?" "Haha, very funny," she mocked, "but it would be so cute. I can even help you shop for rings and I have some really amazing proposal ideas in mind." "Good night Celine," I threatened.
The kids screamed for sixty seconds straight when I informed them Mia would be coming back soon, as I drove them to school. Their happy squeals were followed by a lot of questions and I spent the rest of the drive trying to answer them all until it was time to drop them off. "Bye little angels," I said to them after fixing Abby's bag on her shoulder. She was slowly growing into hers because at first, it was oversized for her. Aiden though still had to hunch his shoulders to carry it, he might have been older but Abby was taller. I made a mental note to get them both new bag packs the next time I went to the mall. "Bye Chris," they echoed together and took each other's arms as they always did when I dropped them off every morning. It was always heartwarming to see how much they depended and cared for each other even so young. "You'll come to get us right?' Aiden turned to me and asked. "Always, little genius," I told him with a smile. I leaned lower to brush their hair and gave them
Mia got married at the Terranea Resort. It was one of those places in California I had heard of but never so much as dreamt of being in. The ceremony took place by the beach cove overlooking the rolling mountains that gave way to a panoramic view of the sea. I was even more awed to see how they had turned it into the fairytale every girl dreamed of.The four pillar altar was decorated in red roses all around the roof—a befitting color for the month—with green branches curling around each pillar to the root. Red rose petals arranged in large cursive hearts littered the aisle leading to the altar, and golden candle lanterns were lit on either side. Even the seats were dressed in pink fabrics and red bows attached behind. It was like an early valentine's day, only more magical.The day became even more magical when Mia arrived in a carriage, yes a frigging carriage. As I got to my feet along with everyone else in attendance, I watched with the same awe and fascination with which I had wa
Christmas had never been anything special for me. I had spent my last two Christmas' before this working an all-day shift at work, wiping vomit off tables and getting yelled at by unhappy customers taking their anger and frustrations on me. Afterward, C and I would spend the morning drinking on a rooftop and dancing to Fuck Christmas by Eric Idle. It was not exactly like I was the grinch or that I forbade the holiday spirit, there really was just nothing to celebrate or be happy for. After spending most of my childhood holidays hoping I would escape some beating or screaming from the matron on duty at the foster care that day who would rather be drinking her guts out on her day off, it was not exactly my favorite time of the year, so I said a big fuck you to it every year.This year though, it was a whole different story. Like I had stepped into this perfect, in your dreams life belonging to someone else. And for the first time in my life, the reality was the more preferable option. T
Where do I begin? From our awkward first meeting to having bad guys and crazy exes thrown in jail, Lucas and I had been through one hell of a journey. The longest one I had ever been through my adulthood, I would dare to say. It was amazing to think how much my life had changed in the months I had known Lucas and the twins. I had gone from independent and never needing anyone besides my best friend to this woman who could not even do so much as breathe without them."Are you okay?" Celine asked, tilting her face to meet mine in the mirror."Nervous," I said, going for honesty as I tugged on the hem of the white fitted dress clinging to my body."'Oh bess," she cooed, adjusting my veil, "you have every right to be, it's your big day."I smiled sheepishly at the thought, staring down at the ring on my finger that would be joined by another in a few minutes, "It is my big day. Oh my God, I'm getting married bess." The words slammed a fresh dose of unrestrained happiness against my heart
Every story I'd hard about the afterlife was a big fat lie. There were no angels in white robes, no opera waiting to usher me into the gates of heaven but then again who said I was going to heaven. The pain shooting up my body felt everything like hell, or at least I knew the one coming would. I clamp my eyes closed tighter as I lay on the floor in what I know is my pool of blood, waiting for the pain I hope to come. She succeeded and I let her win, I let Sarah shoot me. There was no longer going to be the amazing sex with Lucas, no spending afternoons with the kids, no harmless gossips disguised as Sunday lunch dates with my best friend. No more of Lucas's family, all of that was now simply gone, just gone.The thought left a hot burning scar on my throat and I gasped, fighting to take in the air that was not coming. This really was it, I had lost and she had won. But the arms suddenly wrapping me in a warm embrace felt too familiar to be related to the icy feeling of dying."Chris?!
You know that feeling when you wake up to a day that just feels off right from the moment you open your eyes? It could be the harsh rays of the sun nearly blinding and forcing you to wake up early on a Saturday morning or the annoying sound of your alarm reminding you that it's a Monday Morning again after you spent Sunday evening drinking your guts out. That small, seemingly unimportant detail in your morning that makes sure you have a bad rest of your day. I was having one of those mornings, but unlike most, I knew exactly why it was going to be a bad day.After laying motionless in the same spot for what felt like an eternity, body unwilling to move and mind refusing to come alive, I finally found a reason to get up, thanks to my pressing bladder. I walked back into the room after finishing my business and realized for the first time this morning, that Lucas was not here and the kids had not come to barge down my door in search of me.I knew Lucas would leave early for what he had
It was sweet effing relief. After almost two months here, we were finally making the trip back home. While there were less than relieving reasons involved, it still brought a wide grin to my face when the sound of the wheels scraping the runway of Lindbergh field reached my ears.Martha and Calvin were the first to welcome us home, with Calvin giving the usual manly hugs and pats on the back to his two sons and Martha going through a long streak of teary hugs and sobbing her thanks that her grandbabies were okay. She had insisted all three of them rode in their car with them as we came home from the airport. I realized it had probably been a wise choice to keep them oblivious to my pregnancy. Martha, for one, would have thrown a fit if her hopes of having a new grandchild were suddenly crushed by my miscarriage.After almost two months away, I had almost forgotten what it felt like to be normal. My usual routine, the one I had when my life was still a simple cycle of getting Abby and
What happened to the curious cat again? Ah yes, she got her neck snapped by her fiance's supposed best friend because she would not simply stay out of trouble. I was fairly sure, no most certainly positive that was what Adrian would do to me as his eyes bored into me with something that looked rather far from the friendliness I had seen when we first met. Maybe my body would be found in a nearby dumpster in a week or more.And then it hit me. Lucas had told me he was coming here to check on security hours ago and as I stood there scanning the room briefly, he was absolutely nowhere in sight. Oh, my God! Maybe he hurt Lucas and was now taking out whatever anger was left in him on Baron. I thought they were supposed to be best friends.The thought had not completely settled in my mind when a familiar figure stepped out of the shadows, wiping his hand on a towel stained in crimson. It was Lucas. He halted in his steps as his eyes landed on me, shock and a slightly less version of anger f
It was hard to tell how long we lay there, with me half-naked and asleep in Lucas' arms. But when I woke up to the light scruff of grass against my knee, the red-orange of the sky told me we had been there in that position for quite a while."I'm sorry," Lucas rasped, and I realized we had shifted from the position we were in when I fell asleep. Lucas sat with his back against the wall of the maze, holding me to himself. It was the closest we had been to each other, with the obvious exemption of how intimate we had been before I drifted asleep. "I didn't mean to wake you up,""How long did I sleep?" I asked, with quite an idea in mind."Not long enough, you needed the rest." he stroked my head as he spoke."You should have woken me," I gave a brief chuckle, followed by a wince at the numbness in my hands as I attempted to pull myself away from him and sit up.Lucas held on to me tighter though, tutting and shaking his head as he did. "I don't want you to leave just yet, stay here in m
I had not realized just how much I needed to breathe fresh air that was not sullied by a mixture of stale air, pills from the doctor, and a large dose of my sadness. For what first like the first time in forever, the sight of food did not make my stomach churn, or at least it did in the right way. The scent of freshly made orange juice and blueberry danishes set out on the picnic table only made my mouth water and my empty stomach growl. I turned to my best friend the closest thing I had to a sister with a smile. "You planned this?" Of course, she did. I had to be the luckiest human on the planet to have everyone I had in my life now. She rounded the table, taking her seat with a knowing smile. "I was hopeful that today would be a good day." I tilted my head, a fresh wave of guilt pulling at my chest. I had been so drowned in my sadness that I had completely neglected everyone, myself included. "I'm so sorry for shutting you out too, Bess." She shook her head tersely, "Nope, we ar