The next few days went by really smoothly. The kids loved the car and insisted I drove them to school every day in the car. I had to give Abby a new style of hair every day before school, and they no longer found it difficult to talk to me about school problems. A milestone for me, because I enjoyed listening to them and knowing their challenges, and helping them.
Lucas and I had not been best friends, but we had managed to be in the same room without exchanging death stares at each other and without all the sarcastic remarks for more than one week. I could tell that he was still very uncomfortable from his one-word replies around me but he was putting up an effort and I was helping him by giving him as much space as possible.
After doing homework with the kids and some numbers and letters, I got the kids ready for the park.
I pulled the blankets over the bed and rearranged the pillows for the hundredth time since I came up to my room, my eyes never leaving the door. We hurried back from the park almost two hours ago, after a drizzle. These two hours had been the longest, or maybe it was because I could not get my mind to think of anything that was not my hands on Lucas's body. Lucas put the kids to bed and read them their bedtime stories while I went to my room. Knowing that he enjoyed spending time with the kids only warmed my heart more. But instead of taking a break as I expected to, I found myself waiting for Lucas, almost impatiently. I had heard him come out of the kid's room a few minutes ago, and I half expected him to be here now, but he wasn't. I turned on my back and slumped on the bed, disappointment running thro
The next morning, the kids and I went through our usual weekday routine. I bathed them, braided Abby's hair, explained for the 100th time why she could not take her cuddle buddy with her to school, went through a little whining, separated a few arguments, and prepared their bags for school. After getting them ready for school, I took them downstairs for breakfast."Good morning, everyone," Lucas greeted with a broad smile as he joined us at the table. He was already dressed for work in a pair of black slacks and a white button-down, a black waistcoat, and the main suit jacket on his arm. He shoved his phone in his pocket and pulled out a chair to sit.Despite my best efforts, I could not let my mind drift away from last night and how close we had come to complicating our relationship. I felt a ton of guilt coursing through me, seeing as I had led things on, and I knew I had to apologize for that. Maybe later, for now, I could n
The kids loved Celine's company when they came back from school. We played zombies, hide and seek and many other games I never thought Celine would find fun. It was like she was a different person with the kids, or maybe it was the infectious joy they spread to everyone they met. Lucas came home early and insisted Bernard dropped Celine at home when she was ready to leave.The kids and I went through our routine of homework, bath, and dinner. After bathing them, I took them downstairs, and we joined Emma in the kitchen to make dinner. She stood at the counter, chopping some onions in her uniform.Over the few weeks of my stay here, Emma and I had bonded really well, and she no longer stopped me from helping her with the chores. Maybe it was because we only had each other when the other would go out during the day."Hello Emma," they
I woke up the next morning to an insistent banging on my door, with my hand between my legs, and my mind begging my body to go back to the world where I was free to dream of Lucas and all the things I wished he would do to me. "Chris...Chris!" Abby's tiny voice rang through my brain, and I forced my eyes open. I released a breath, and rubbed my eye, before dragging myself off the bed. "Chris!" bang bang bang "What is it," I cried, in annoyance at my unconventional wake-up call and pulled the door open. I stepped out of my room, to see both kids, smiling happily like they could wait to share what was on their minds. Somehow they're both dressed, but I do not need to ask who dressed them. Aidens button
My eyes flicked from the kids back to the road leading upstate to Maxwell's country club. They seemed really happy and kept pointing at one thing or the other on the highway. Lucas had been quiet through the drive, but I did not miss the way his eyes roamed my body when I was not looking."So," I said, desperate to end the awkward silence between us, "Anything I should know about your family?""There's a lot you should know," he smiled and turned off the highway into another less busy road, "but I think you would find out more when you meet them. " he tilted his head and thought for a second, "my mom cannot stand cats so don't bring it up. Also she might not like you at first given your um..." he trailed off, eyes boring into me."My face?" I completed.
The day went a whole lot better than just fine, it was perfect, and I could not be happier to have shared it with such a beautiful family as Lucas's. Everyone was amazing, and they made me feel very welcome despite their initial reaction to my arrival. Martha was the sweetest, it was like she lived just for the sole purpose of adoring her three grandchildren.The kids and I had barely spoken since we arrived, and I could not blame them because they only had today to spend with their dear grandparents. Lucas was busy with his dad too, but still made time to check if I was doing well every once in a while. One time, when Matha was not looking, he snuck some cookies for me, which was both funny and sweet. Though I had to slurp it down my throat, because and I quote him, "Mom would have both our heads if she sees you eating her special grandbabies cookies."
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