—I held up four fingers, grinning—
"oh, excuse me, four times. It was a bad decision, and we should never do it again?"
“Cole…”
"Lisa, I'm probably going to lose my job tomorrow, and CJ's gonna wake up any minute. Can we just enjoy this moment?"
A wide grin split my face. “The best sex you’ve ever had?”
“That’s what I said.”
“Okay.” I held his face in my hands and kissed him. “Let’s enjoy this moment.”
The moment lastedanother three minutes before we heard CJ whimpering through the phone. Cole stepped into his boxers, and I threw on my robe before rushing into the living room to see CJ sitting up in the middle of the blanket, rubbing his eyes.
"I should get this guy home. He's probably hungry, and he definitely needs a new diaper." He handed the baby to me, so he could get dressed. "Come with us."
I glared at him skeptically.
“Let me buy you dinner to say thank you. You really saved my ass today.”
I hesitated, bouncing CJ on my hip while I considered his offer.
“Ow!” I yelped when CJ leaned forward and bit my nose. “Oh my God! Those teeth are lethal.”
"Sorry. We're working on his interpersonal skills."
I giggled. "Okay, you can buy me dinner. Let me take a shower, and I'll come right over." As I handed CJ to him, he bent down to take him from my arms and stole a kiss, making the baby laugh.
“Sorry.” He bit his lip. “I couldn’t resist.”
I pulled his face close to mine and whispered, “I guess CJ isn’t the only one who has to work on his interpersonal skills.”
Four hourslater found CJ fed, dry, bathed, sufficiently worn out from hours of play, and in his crib settling down to sleep. Cole and I assumed our familiar positions on opposite ends of the couch with the baby monitor between us.
“Did I say thank you for today?” He grinned at me.
“Only about a million times.” I laughed.
“Well, thank you…again.”
"You're welcome…again. Now stop."
“Hey, don’t you usually work on Thursdays?”
“You know my work schedule?”
"I'm not stalking you, but I noticed that you usually work Tuesdays, Thursdays, Saturdays, and Sundays."
"Definitely not stalkerish." I smirked at him.
“Well, you obviously memorized my work schedule so you could avoid me all this time.”
“Touché.” I smiled and nodded.
“So why aren’t you at work?” he asked.
Damn, I was hoping to avoid this question.
