Chapter Nineteen.

Arlington Heights, Chicago.

Their sweaty bodies grazed each other as his hands swept behind his neck. She drew close to him, resting her head upon his hairless chest. She could hear his pulsating heart in rhythm with the rising and falling for his chest and she let out an exasperating sigh.

"That was good" Kayla heaved, a second later trailing along the ends of his skin with her fingers and Colton looked to his wife, a ray of sunlight across half his face. His other hand went through her hair as he smirked. Her cheeks were flustered and her feeble hands grew weaker.

He sat up, and so did she.

The incandescent morning sun beamed against the window blinds. He leaned forward, reaching for his underwear and she turned on the lights. "I called the foster care, Colton" Her voice was dim as he cleared his throat. "Hmm" Without any wording in reply.

"They said we could come down any day now"

Colton stood, swiping a strand of hair behind his ear. He hurriedly wore on his shirt and Kayla didn't