I haven't kissed anyone since the day Ivy left. I mean, yeah, I've touched Sierra's lips with mine a few times when it's been necessary for performative reasons, but I haven't really kissed her. Ever. My tongue does not know hers and it doesn’t want to. I'd say I forgot how much I liked to kiss Ivy, but that would be a big fat lie. I didn't forget at all, I kept the memory tucked in a corner of my mind and it escaped that corner very often, even when I tried my hardest to avoid it. Kissing her again feels like taking a deep breath after years of drowning. She's demanding and takes control of the kiss, consuming me without restraint. I'm sure it wouldn’t be pretty to onlookers, but I don't care. Nothing about my feelings for Ivy Doreen is performative. She’s only for me. So I fucking lick and fuck her mouth right back. This is what life is supposed to feel like, I realize. I'm supposed to enjoy things, not just do shit to do it."Alpha, Sir!" Ashton yells all of a sudden and I don
I think Ivy will definitely push me away, considering our son is very close by and this could confuse him and create an issue we don’t need, but she surprises the hell out of me me by opening up to me. Surrendering her body to me… very slightly, but something is better than nothing at all. She’s allowing me to do this. She wants this too. “Fuck, I need something,” she whispers and grinds herself on my dick. I close my eyes and lower my hands to her ass. Such a full, delicious thing, “I wish I could let you fuck me, that’s exactly what I need right now.” “You can. Just let me,” I basically whine, sucking another hickey on her mark and moving her by her ass so she can feel the entirety of my hardness pressed against her. So she knows I want this too, “Stop that bullshit about rules, baby.” “No, I can’t,” she responds in a breathless and needy voice, hugging me with her arms until we’re completely pressed together. This feels right, but it could get a lot better, “I bet we could
{ Remington } Ashton is so real. Such a real kid... a kid that I made. That is truly the craziest fucking thought, but here he is, right in front of me. He smells like the most perfect mixture of Ivy and me. Like family. Warmth, comfort, sweetness, love. And he's so damn cute. His eyes are just like Ivy's. Cobalt blue, of course, but more than that... the mischief in them comes straight from her. The fire. The life. "And what is this?" He asks me, wide blue eyes filled with curiosity focused solely on me as I'm showing him the remote-control monster truck I bought… for him, of course, but also for my own enjoyment. "A monster truck," I respond. He still doesn't get it, so I have to pull out my phone and show him videos of real monster trucks. I see his eyes widen and his mouth fall in pure astonishment as he watches a big truck demolish normal cars in an arena, "You like that?" "Wow," he whispers and looks up at me again, "Can I have a real one?"Ivy scoffs a laugh and sit
{ Ivy }Remington knocks on my door two hours after the phone call, but he’s not alone. Two guards come behind him, helping him bring in a bunch of boxes. Like… twenty. “Rem, what the hell?!” I let out as soon as the guards leave, closing the door behind them. I look at the boxes covering the floor with surprise, “This is a lot!”“I know. I have a lot of making up to do,” he responds and looks around with an eager look, “Where is he?” “He ran to hide,” I say and sigh, walking to the closet and opening it, revealing our son. His eyes are wide as if he just got caught, “Hey, Ash, he knows about you already, remember?”“Hi, Buddy,” Remington says, suddenly radiating nerves. I’ve seen this man in a lot of different emotions, but never nervous. I study him with an amused smile as he takes a couple anxious steps towards his son, “Can you come out? I have a few gifts for you.”“Gifts?” Ash repeats, suddenly interested. He gives me a questioning look, I simply smile and nod, “Alright, I gue
{ Remington } I’m listening to the council complain about Ivy pulling Sierra’s hair and pushing her to the ground after ordering our workers to fix up the garden. The right side, more specifically, where our fountain is. They’re all complaining about it, but all I can think about is Ivy caring enough about our little spot to clean it up. I’ve neglected it for years, ever since she left. Because—luckily for me—my main coping mechanism is avoidance. And that’s how I’ve survived so far. I’ve avoided looking in the direction of the fountain for all these years. I’ve avoided even thinking about Ivy for the most part of those years too, even if I failed a lot. And every time I failed, I felt like I was drowning— “Remington,” my father says in a strong voice, recognizing I’m drifting away, “What do you have to say about this? Your guest terrorized your Luna, she hurt her. And started throwing orders around the house like she’s the owner. It’s your responsibility to put her in her place
I wake up the next day feeling like a different person. Or more like, the old version of me. The girl who moved in here with stupid illusions and ideas about love. I haven’t felt like that since I left, so it’s not exactly a welcome feeling. It’s a scary feeling.Remington is the first thing I think about the second I open my eyes. I'm in bed with Ash and Cassie, but I wonder how it would be to wake up with him and our kid sprawled in between us. I wonder how affectionate he’d be as a father, in the privacy of our little nest. Of course I don’t know for sure, but I’m pretty sure he’d be extremely lovey-dovey to Ash… and all of our kids, because I’m sure we would’ve had a few more. And he would spoil the shit out of them. "G’morning, momma," Ash says, turning on his side to hug me by the waist, "You're still not mad at me for yesterday?""Hm. The more I think about it, the angrier I get," I respond, making him lift his head and give me a panicked look, "You should never run away fro