“Let’s do it?”
“Yes, let’s do it. Today.”
I laugh at his zealousness, loving that he’s as excited about this as I am. But we will really need to do some renovations. That place is a bit of a mess, but it has so much potential.
“Today,” I echo, burying my face in his neck, smiling against his warm skin.
“One condition,” he says now, and I sit up, narrowing my eyes at him. Conditions have never been Kai’s thing. He always goes with the flow.
“Conditions?”
“That you let me contribute to the cost too. It’s our place together now, our family home, a place where we’ll raise our kids. We’ll bring our babies home from the hospital, we’ll make babies there, we’ll make it our own.”
“Deal on all of it,” I squeal, bouncing a little on his hips as I lean down and kiss him. The smile on both our faces could light up the room.
Kai groans, grabbing me and holding me still. “Babe, you keep moving like that, I’m going to come all over our sheets.”
“We could ditch surfing for a little morning action,” I tease, wiggling now, feeling him harden underneath me.
“Or we could do both: a quickie and a surf,” he suggests, winking at me.
But just as we’re contemplating it all, my phone chimes with a text.
It’s early here, but it’s far from early on the mainland, and with word of my upcoming podcast interview getting out, things are about to get crazy.
I slide off him, falling onto my back on the bed. I reach onto the nightstand for my phone. For my own sanity, I silenced all calls, texts and notifications from anyone except my lawyer and my sister. It’s been the best thing I’ve ever done.
Nothing gets through. I don’t need to hear about Sean or see what he’s doing. No notifications from social media with people tagging me. All quiet and calm.
* * *
Nancy: He signed, Quinn. It’s over. I’ll be in touch and enjoy your anonymity again.
It’s been a little over a week since Quinn and I decided to do the whole having kids and moving in together thing. Although she isn’t pregnant yet, and we are still bouncing between her rental and my place.
We’ve put an offer in to buy it, though, and it’s been accepted. We’re signing the papers today. We’ve also had contractors out to look at possible renovations, and while it’s probably going to be a mess for a bit, we are going to try to live there while it’s all done.
The best part about this past week, though, is that she’s finally divorced from that asshole. He signed the papers without making her sign the NDA, and he’s fucked off back to the mainland. The podcast episode dropped today, too, and I’ve been following the posts on the internet about it.
My favorites are the paparazzi shots of Sean, the camera shoved in his face while the reporter questions him about his cheating and his treatment of women.
He looks so fucking pissed off in every photo.
While next to me, Quinn looks peaceful and relaxed and happier than I have ever seen her.
His band appears to be distancing themselves from him a bit, too, and if this results in them breaking up, I can’t say I’ll be disappointed.
* * *
Miles: check this one out...dude is fucking pissed!
* * *
I click on the link to a YouTube clip my brother has sent me, laughing when I see Sean throwing his coffee at the reporter as he spews profanities at him. He’s such a fucking idiot, clearly having no clue that his response to all this is only making him look worse.
“What are you laughing at?” Quinn mumbles, lying on her stomach, her face buried in the pillow.
Throwing my phone onto the nightstand, I lean over, kissing my way down her spine. “Nothing,” I murmur, biting her ass.
