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*Kiera* As we pull into the parking garage, a surge of excitement washes over me. The last couple of days feels like a montage of joyful moments, and I can hardly wait to see how Frida will bloom with Webby. I glance at her, and her face is lit up with that same infectious grin, the anticipation palpable. “Okay, Frida, let’s get you sorted for bath time,” I say as we step out of the car. Webby, nestled in her lap, wiggles with enthusiasm, his tiny tail a blur of golden fluff. Frida nods, her determination shining bright. “I want him to be there with me,” she insists, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “He can’t miss my first bath with him.” I chuckle and shake my head. “Okay, but he can’t be in the shower with you. Just in the bathroom so he can cheer you on.” “Deal!” she replies, her expression triumphant as she wheels herself into the elevator, Webby panting happily beside her. Once inside, I assist her in getting set up in the bathroom. The space is filled with soft pastel co

*Will*As we are eating, listening to the entertainment of the event I can’t help but thinking about me and us… how I feel about everything.And I’ve researched the term Demisexuality. It’s under the asexual spectrum, a rather broad term, covering everything from those who seek no sexual touch ever to people who engage in casual sex sometimes and those who may not express sensual feelings until a deeper relationship is established first.The more I read, the more the label seems to fit me. The article last night talked of primary versus secondary sexual attraction. Apparently, primary attraction happens at first sight. You can look at a person, even a stranger on the street, and feel attracted to them. I’m not sure I’ve ever felt that before. Aesthetically, I may look at someone and admire their beauty. But I admire them with the same feeling of joy or excitement as seeing a sunset or a stag standing in the snow.I glance across the table at Kiera again. Aesthetically, she’s very plea

*Will* She opens her mouth to speak just as the waiter appears. “Hey there! How are we doin’ over here? Oooh, looks like we’re still working on those mains. Can I get either of you a refresh on your drinks?” “We need a minute,” Kiera says, her gaze locked on me. The waiter looks confused, “But you called me over…” “Sorry about that,” Kiera cries. “We need a fucking minute. Please and thank you.” The waiter disappears, and I can’t help but smile. She groans, dragging a hand over her face. “Fuck, that was so rude.” “I’ll tip him generously,” I reply, still smiling. Kiera doesn’t smile. “You were saying?” “We can’t go backwards,” I repeat. “Whatever hand of fate led us here, we are here. We’re in this moment. We’re married, sharing custody of a child … and you’re in love with me. If it’s all the same to you, I’d like to see if I could maybe figure this love out too.” Slowly, she shakes her head. “What if you can’t? Will, I won’t survive it …” I take some cash

*Kiera* The sun hangs high in the sky, casting a warm glow over the park where our company event is in full swing. Laughter and cheers fill the air, punctuated by the crack of a bat and the thud of a ball hitting the grass. I shift in my seat on the bleachers, scanning the field for Will. He’s out there, looking every bit the part of a charismatic CEO, complete with his sandy hair slightly tousled from the breeze and that killer smile that can light up a room. Beside me, Colin leans back, arms stretched out, as he watches the game unfold. He is fairly new, and has been a breath of fresh air at the office, always ready with a joke or a sarcastic quip to lighten the mood. Today, he’s in a vibrant Hawaiian shirt that matches his easygoing attitude. He nudges me playfully, “You see that swing? He’s got some serious talent.” I chuckle, though my gaze remains glued to Will, who stands at the plate, bat in hand, eyes focused intently on the pitcher. “He’s just showing off,” I reply, my he

*Kiera* He wants to practice wanting me, whatever the fuck that means. And this afternoon, he kissed me. Did he even like it? I think he did, but maybe I’m just projecting how much I liked it. He said he’s never felt sexual attraction before. When he’s gone through the motions in the past, he said he felt nothing. My god, nothing? I can’t even imagine… Wait. What if he was kissing me and he was, like, felt nothing? What if he was counting by fives or making a grocery list? I don’t think I can let him tell me. We’ll have to develop some kind of hand signal instead, and I’ll just disappear into the sunset. Squashing down these scary thoughts, I try to make myself busy by cleaning up Frida’s art supplies. We’ve been working on her fine motor skills, so I got her a gem art set. It comes with all these premade designs and she loves making them. And yes, we used some of the gems to make funny designs on our faces while watching cartoons. I shuffle all the papers together, put th