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"It's a miracle. It's a fucking miracle." I shake my head in disbelief, the smile on my face growing bigger by the second. I look over at Col. "You're stuck with us."
"Yay!" Kolby lets out an excited cheer. "Wanna play in the rain, Uncle Col?"
Outside, the rain has started falling again, the window curtains blowing in the wind.
"I'll take you guys," Emma says. "Come on, Bridge. Chuck on some old clothes and your Wellingtons."
"You're actually doing something fun?" I ask her once the kids have raced to their rooms to get changed.
"I'm giving you guys thirty minutes." She wags her finger between Col and me.
I'm shocked at how nice she's being. I kiss her on her forehead and say, "Em, I only need five."
Once she and the kids have cleared out, and I've quickly called Gran to make sure she's okay, I whisk Col into his room since it doesn't feel right to have sex in the bed where I sleep with Kolby.
Eight minutes later, we're done, lying naked on our backs, his cum cooling on my belly, mine in the condom wrapper I just tied up and chucked on the floor.
"Our epic duet just keeps on paying dividends," I say, still catching my breath. "First it breaks the drought, and now it keeps you here."
Col smiles, folding his pillow in half and turning over to lean my way. "I'll take it, even if I disagree wholeheartedly with your unscientific—oomph."
I finish kissing him and pull away. "Sometimes that's the only way to shut you up."
"I thought youwantedme to make noise?"
"I do. I love all the sounds you make when I'm fucking you, love seeing you let go and go wild. And I love that I get that for a few more days yet."
"My boss will be pissed."
"Wild Aussie weather can't be helped."
"The weather ain't the only thing wild around here."
I smile. "Tell me more. And of course, an out-of-ten rating please."
"Are you seriously going to ask me to rate you every single time we have sex?"
"I'll do you a deal." I prop myself up onto my shoulder and face him. "I'll stop asking for a rating once I know you're mine."
"What does that mean?"
"It can mean whatever you want it to mean."
"Wilby."
"Col."
He shakes his head, slightly irritated, slightly amused. "You know that at some point we have to talk, right? That this delay, while very welcome, doesn't solve the biggest hurdle we face."
"I know. I just don't want to deal with reality yet. I can't…" I blow out a breath. "It's too much. But I will. At some point, I'll put my big boy pants on…"
Kolby squeals as he enters the house. Shit. They're back.
"Let's both put our big boy pants on," Col suggests, as we scramble to get dressed and finger comb our hair in the mirror into something that doesn't screamwe just fucked.
We spend the rest of the day hanging around the house. I let the kids take an early mark from school since it's so rare for all of us to be together like this. Gran comes over since the track between her place and ours is fine. She complains about not having anything to cook but somehow manages to producea delicious casserole anyway—plus an additional mini-casserole for Col.
I love how those two interact. I can tell Gran really likes him, treating him like one of the family, and he's so warm and affectionate with her in return. Just like he is with the kids. Bridgette's opening up to him, while Kolby's all in, calling him Uncle Col and everything.
