My Best Friend's Father
Fenice is nursing them, hair messy, exhausted—but never more beautiful.
“Hey, Mommy.”
She glances over, smiling. I climb beside her, kissing her cheek.
“You should rest. I can make formula.”
“It’s okay. I’m not that tired. I just want to look at them a bit longer.” I nod, watching them. Love washes over me, gazing at my family. Overwhelmed, I kiss her cheek again. She turns, and I capture her lips in a passionate kiss. We moan softly, breaking apart to stare into her hazel eyes.