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"Perfect, I’ll come with you. I only have two patients scheduled tomorrow."
Giving him a soft smile, "OK, I’d like that. I’m sure Ollie would love the company." They stare at each other for a beat too long. So long, in fact, that Melody started to laugh.
“This is so surreal.” She says, shaking her head, pulling out of his embrace. "Come on, it's getting late. You should probably take us home." He pulls her back in, wanting to keep her close just a little longer.
"Just stay, " he mumbles into her shoulder, not wanting to let her go. He just got them back, and he wants to spend every second in their company. You and Ollie can take one of the extra rooms, " he explains after he feels her tense under his arms.
"I don't have anything to wear, and if I remember correctly, my underwear is in pieces." She reprimands him gently.
"You can borrow my clothes. Come on. Stay." He pouts, hoping the puppy dog face he puts on is enough to convince her. "It's late, and I have rooms to spare."
After a brief moment of contemplation, she rolls her eyes. "Fine, I have never been able to say no to you and that gorgeous face of yours." She smiles softly, patting his cheek.
He leans into her touch for a few seconds, basking in the moment where Melody gives her touch to him freely.
"I'll put Ollie down in one of the rooms, and you can shower. I have stuff in my bathroom. The guest bathroom doesn't have any soap. I don't really entertain." He shrugs.
“I’m sure I’ll find it.” She pauses again to give Ollie a little kiss on the forehead, then walks towards the back of the house. He watches her receding form, her hips swaying softly.
He really wants to get her naked to see how else this tiny human has changed her, how he made her somehow more than she ever was. Her skin, which had been addictive before, is downright fatal to him now. There was no way he could let her go. She still responds to his touch, just as eager as if no time had passed.
He wondered if he had been man enough to fight for what he wanted back then if he had approached her in that bookstore all those years ago, would she have melted into him again? Maybe his life would have been different. It might have even included his son.
He shakes it off, they are not starting over, nor are they starting from scratch. He meant what he said— they are starting from here. No more turning back, no resentment, no more fears.
He pulls Ollie to his chest, cradling him softly, walking over to the bedroom closet to his. He Lays him gently on the bed, surrounding his body with pillows so he won't accidentally roll off the bed.
Is that safe enough? It doesn't look safe enough.
Graham walks over to the third guest room and begins pulling more pillows off that bed, bringing a handful and scattering them around the floor beneath Ollie.
Standing back to admire his handiwork, he deems it just enough to keep his little one safe.
There, in the center of a queen-sized bed, surrounded by pillows on either side and pillows on the floor, lies his son as safe as he could possibly make him.
Is this what parenting was like all the time? Was Melody constantly worried about the safety of this tiny creature? She had been doing this completely on her own.
Leaving the door open, he walks over to his room. The shower is on, and the door is wide open.
An invitation, maybe? A guy can dream, right?
He walks over to his dresser, pulling out an undershirt and some boxer briefs for her. Setting the clothes down on the restroom counter, he takes a quick peek.
The shower is solid glass, for fucks sake. There was no way in hell he could NOT look.
The image before him would be seared into his memory for all eternity. Melody stands in the center of his shower. It's a great shower, I'll give her that. And boy, was she putting all those shower heads to good use as her hand worked between her legs.
She is ready for round two. You don't have to ask me twice.
He forced himself to stand back, watching, remembering when the tables were turned, and she was the one watching him.
How she was able to keep her hands to herself, he will never know because right at this moment— exactly 20 seconds from the moment he walked into the restroom, he was ready to jump in that shower. You know, just in case she needed help. He must have made a noise deep in his throat because her eyes shot to him like a bolt of electric heat. She doesn't look embarrassed or hesitant.
At all. Not even a little bit.
She is pure confidence. She knows what she wants, and what she wants is him.
“Are you just going to stand there?” She asks, her voice low and throaty.
