“Is that a yes to tomorrow morning, then?” Eliza asked as she moved onto her knees in front of Rowyn’s still parted thighs.
“No,” Rowyn said as she spread her legs wider, baring herself for Eliza.
“No?” Eliza asked, as she began to pull Rowyn’s panties down her thighs and off.
“No. Let’s make it tomorrow afternoon,” Rowyn said.
Eliza smiled as she dipped her head down and traced her tongue over the liquid lust waiting for her.
“Mmm, as you wish, darling,” Eliza said before taking exactly what she wanted. Exactly what was hers to take.
Epilogue
Three months later
“I don’t think I have ever seen her more excited in her life. There’s no way she’s sleeping anytime soon,” Eliza said as she threw herself onto the couch beside Rowyn.
Rowyn smiled and kissed the back of Eliza’s hand as she pulled it into her lap. The next day was the Cork Primary School Sports, where Amelia would compete against the top three runners from her age group from each school in the county. She had given it her all these past few months, and the focus on training had done wonders in every other area of her life too.
“I think I’m more anxious about it than she is. Although Elliot’s taking the number one spot there. He wants her to win so bad,” Rowyn said.
Elliot had taken to being Amelia’s pseudo-coach and biggest cheerleader. He had little interest in running himself, but he had found a calling in helping her train and making it fun. It was the sweetest thing, and his patience and encouragement were astounding. Plus, tracking Amelia’s race times and making graphs of her progress had sparked a new appreciation for numbers that was making maths homework ten times easier.
“Are you nervous about the race, or about meeting my mom?” Eliza asked with a wry smile.
“The race. Your mom already loves me, I don’t need to worry about that,” Rowyn said.
Although tomorrow would be Rowyn’s first time meetingEliza’s mom in person, they had spoken on the phone numerous times the past few months. They had even video called with the kids a few times when Eliza’s brother had helped their mom get the hang of FaceTime.
“Areyounervous about your mom coming to stay?” Rowyn asked.
It had taken a little bit of encouragement, but Eliza had finally opened up to her mom a couple of months ago. She had explained her concerns about disappointing her mom, her struggles with navigating the process of identifying the children’s neurodivergence, and had even broached the possibility of her own neurodivergence.
Much to Eliza’s surprise, albeit not Rowyn’s, her mom had been nothing but supportive. The only thing she had been disappointed in was that Eliza hadn’t asked for her support sooner, and she’d offered to travel down immediately and help with the kids.
“I thought the hardest part of being a parent was someone needing something from you all of the time. But when you get to my age, you realize the hardest part is none of your children needing you at all. I’m too young to be sitting at home with my knitting all day now that I’m retired. Put me to work with my grandbabies.”
Rowyn had been close enough to hear the words Eliza’s mom had said, as she spoke them with gusto through the phone. Eliza had declined at that time, adamant she’d continue to search for a new nanny. Her mom didn’t let up, and eventually with a little more encouragement from Rowyn, Eliza agreed. The children had settled so well that they were able to attend the afterschool club in school again each day, and so a full-time nanny wasn’t necessary anymore.
“Did she eventually decide on selling the house, or is she going to rent it out for a while?” Rowyn asked.
“My cousin was looking for a place, so it was good timing. He’s going to rent it from her while we see if everything works out, with the view of buying if she decides to make the move permanent. I told her not to rush into anything,” Eliza said.
“And I bet she told you you’re not getting rid of her that easily now that she gets to see her grandkids more often,” Rowyn replied with a smile.
“Nearly word for word, yes. She wanted to find somewhere close to rent, but I insisted she stay here unless she needed her own space. I know her well enough to know she hates living alone anyway. She was worried aboutcramping our style. I explained that I can turn the two guest rooms into a bedroom and living area easily, so she has her own space if the kids get too much, and she agreed to that.”
It was clear that Eliza had no concerns about sharing her space with her mom again, which was a foreign concept to Rowyn. She would rather abandon her house than have her parents move in. But after many conversations with Eliza’s mom, she had no concerns either. It was clear that she was respectful of the life Eliza had built and wanted nothing more than to be included in it.
“Ugh, now I have to sort through my crap in my room before the movers come,” Rowyn whined.
She had kept stuff in her room since she moved out, for the weeks she stayed over to care for the kids, even if she hadn’t slept in that room since.
“It’s all already been moved into our room for us to sort through together this weekend. I can give you ample motivation to get it done.” Eliza smirked.
Rowyn leaned in and kissed her deeply.
“What was that for? Not that I’m complaining,” Eliza murmured.
