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Still whispering she says, “So cool.”
And it is . . . the elephants are cool, the zoo is cool, my baby girl is cool and being here with Jonathan is very cool.
By the time we reach the top of the hill that Ireland insisted on walking up to view the outdoor enclosure, I can see that she’s starting to fade. She’s coming down from her zoo and kettle corn high. By the time we’re done with the elephants, she has asked to be carried. Jonathan doesn’t hesitate and picks her up and she instantly puts her arms around his neck, her cheek on his shoulder and she settles in. She is so comfortable with him and he seems to be with her that it is almost overwhelming at times. This would be one of the times. I have to force myself to look straight ahead and not at the beautiful man carrying my sleepy daughter.
We decide it’s time to go and head for the parking lot. Ireland is barely awake when we buckle her in and head home. By the time we reach the tunnel her little blond curls are bobbing up and down as her head hangs forward in a deep sleep.
The ride home is a quiet one and I and can’t help but feel that there is something bigger happening here today. It’s like the cab of the truck is thick with unsaid words and feelings and you can hear both of our minds whirring through the scenarios of what’s going to happen next. Or maybe that’s just me and I am hoping that he’s as anxious as I am.
We make it home with Ireland still asleep. Jonathan pulls into the drive way, turns the truck off and removes his seatbelt from its lock and turns his body to face me. He doesn’t say anything, but leans his head back against the window with his eyes locked on mine.
“Thank you for a great day, Jonathan.” I whisper so we don’t wake Ireland.
Jonathan whispers back. “No, thank you for including me. I hadn’t been to the zoo since I was a kid and I had a great time. She really is an amazing girl and it was fun to experience the day with the both of you.” He takes a look behind us at Ireland hunched over in her seat. “We should probably get her out of the truck or her little neck is going to be sore. How does she sleep like that?”
“I have no idea how she does it. I would be aching for days if I slept like that. She seems pretty durable though. She never even says a word about it but yes, let’s get her inside.”
Jonathan unbuckles my baby girl from her seat and lifts her into his arms. Watching him with her it’s clear he’s a natural at this whole kid thing and will make a terrific dad one day.
He follows me to the front door and stands behind me as I unlock it. We get into the house and head straight to Ireland’s room. It’s 6 and she is still out for the count as I remove her coat and shoes, cover her with a blanket and surround her with her favorite stufties. Jonathan turns on her nightlight and walks out of the room. I follow behind him and gently shut the door.
As soon as my hand is off the door handle, Jonathan pulls me to him and grabs my ass as a way to lift me off my feet and my legs naturally go around his waist. He gently and quietly pushes me against the wall. The moment my back touches it, his warm lips devour mine. Even though he isn’t rushed he’s still kissing me like a starved man eating his first meal in weeks.
I’m grateful for several things in this moment. I’m grateful that Jonathan was clearly feeling the same thing I was amid the silence in the truck on the ride home. I’m grateful that Ireland didn’t wake up when the truck engine stopped, like she usually does, and I’m grateful that my brother isn’t a decorator and there isn’t anything hanging on the hall wall to get in the way of what Jonathan is doing to me.
As Jonathan uses the wall as leverage his hands leave my ass and work their way up my body. One hand stops and cups my breast while the other tangles in my hair and pulls me even closer to him. All the while my hands make their way up his strong arms and over his broad shoulders, but in the end both hands are grabbing his hair and pulling him to me frantically. We silently kiss for what seems like forever before Jonathan pulls away and leans his forehead against mine and says, “I have wanted to do that all day.”
“I’ve wanted you to do that all day,” I say practically out of breath.
“My God woman, what you do to me,” he growls.
He just stares at me for another moment and then with both hands grabbing my ass again pulls us away from the wall and starts walking down the hallway to the kitchen. He sets me on the counter and is standing in front of me with my legs now hanging to the side of him with his hands on the counter on either side of my hips.
“How about some dinner? You hungry?”
And just like that our make-out session is over, much to my dismay.
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Jonathan
Stopping that kiss in the hall and bringing her to the kitchen and not to her bed, was one of the hardest things I have ever done. I’ve never wanted anybody as much as I wanted her in that hallway, but I want so much more than just a trip to her bed. I want to be the man she needs me to be. I want everything from her and I know she isn’t ready to take things all the way, but I needed a taste. Spending the day with the two of them was better than I could have ever imagined. The day felt so right. So many times I nearly took her in my arms to steal the kiss that I had just taken. Everything in me wanted to rip the clothes from her body and take her right there against the wall. Thankfully my big head won the battle and took control of the situation.
Now here we are in the kitchen sipping wine and making spaghetti and I’m just fine with that. I want to soak up every moment that I can spend with her. We talk about our day and all of Ireland’s entertaining moments at the zoo while we cook. As she gets plates and silverware out for us, Emily tells me about her usual Sunday routine of laundry, Downton Abbey and The Walking Dead.
“It really is an exciting and glamorous life I lead. My Sunday night ritual is proof of that if you ask me.”
I can’t help but chuckle. She is just too freaking adorable.
“It sounds pretty good to me.”
“Well, try not to be too jealous while I go poke my head in to check on Ireland. I’ll be right back.”
I bring our dinner of salad, spaghetti and garlic bread to the table and top off our glasses of wine. Just as I finish she’s back.
“She’s still out and I am starving! I can’t wait to dig in to our masterpiece of a meal here,” she says as she takes her seat at the table.
Dig in and eat is just what she does. I could just sit back and watch her for hours. Apparently that’s exactly what I’m doing without realizing it.
