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I lay beneath him, my fingers gripping his back as he pumped into me.
“I missed you too,” I whispered back as he kissed my neck, pumping harder, our hands interlocked together as we both were pushed over the edge.
Half an hour later, I lay wrapped in his arms and closed my eyes while he ran his fingers up and down my bare arm.
“That feels nice,” I said, placing a kiss on his chest.
Zach and I had seen one another every day this week, each time ending this way. I was just about asleep when his cell phone went off. He held me tight to him.
“Not again,” he muttered as he picked up his phone and read the message that was waiting for him.
His phone had been going off for the last half an hour, both of us too wrapped up in one another to care.
“It’s my mother. Contractor emergency,” he said, kissing me. “Guess that means I have to go.”
“I was hoping for round two,” I said, pouting, pressing my lips against his.
“Come on. Not fair.” He chuckled, slipping his arm out from under me and sitting up, reaching for his shirt and pants.
I did the same, then walked him to the door. I watched as he walked down the front walkway and climbed into his truck. He gave a wave and pulled out of the driveway, heading back to his place.
I walked into the kitchen and poured myself a cup of coffee. I had a few hours still until the boys got home and figured I’d just putter about cleaning. I’d just filled the bucket with hot water to wash the floor when my cell phone rang. I frowned when I saw it was the school.
“Hello.”
“Iris, it’s Devon Miller. I sent home a letter with Dylan a week ago. I need you to come in to the school today. It appears Dylan has been in a fight.”
I closed my eyes. That call had erased every single blissful feeling I’d been holding onto.
“I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
* * *
It had been a long day, and I hadn’t realized it until I sat down and took a sip of my coffee before I’d left to meet with the principal. Today was the last straw. The meeting with the principal hadn’t gone well. Dylan had gotten into a fight and bloodied up a kid’s nose at recess, and his teacher was at the end of her rope with his attitude. I had a good mind to call Zach and cancel for Sunday but didn’t. Instead, I came home, threw in a load of laundry, and decided to see how the rest of today went.
I took my coffee into the living room and started working on unpacking one of the last boxes when the boys came through the door, dropped their bags, and headed to the kitchen for an after-school snack. I listened for signs of an argument, but they said nothing, and in they came each with a granola bar and a glass of soda.
"Unpacking still?" Dylan asked as he flopped down in the chair and turned the TV on.
"Yep. Nearing the end. It will be nice to be finished."
I reached into the box and pulled out a pile of photo albums and placed them on the table. Then I sifted through them, finally coming to the last one. I stared down at the cover. Bride and Groom were written in scrolled gold lettering, and my stomach did a flip. I'd packed it away so long ago I'd forgotten what box I'd put it in. As I pulled more from the box, I kept glancing at it. I didn't want to open it. I could barely even look at it, so I shoved it beneath the pile just as Noah wandered over and sat down.
"Is that my baby book?" he asked, pointing to one of the blue ones in the stack.
"Ummm...let me check," I said, opening the cover. "No, this one is Dylan's. This one is yours." I pulled the second one from the stack.
"Can I look at it?" he questioned, his eyes full of curiosity.
I looked at him and finally nodded. "Just be careful. There are some things in there I don't want to lose."
I placed the book on the table in front of him and watched as he carefully opened it, acting as if it were some sort of pop-up book.
"What about mine?" Dylan asked, coming over to the table.
"Sure, just like Noah. Be careful, okay?" I said, placing the book on the table in front of him.
While they flipped through their books, I focused on emptying the rest of the box, not thinking about the album I'd left sitting there. I placed another book down on top of the white album just as Dylan looked over.
