“I don’t know,” I said, reaching behind her to unfasten her bra. “But I like it.”
I pulled off the cotton bralette and tossed it on the floor.
“And I like these,” I continued, lowering my head to suck in a mouthful. Her nipple immediately pebbled against my tongue.
Just then I heard my phone buzzing from somewhere in the room. I recognized my mother’s ring tone.
“That’s my mom.”
I lazily licked her nipple a few times, then I heard what sounded like the song they played when Darth Vader appeared.
“You gave your mom a Darth Vader ringtone?” I laughed.
“How did you know it was her?” she asked.
“Who else would it be?”
I rolled out of bed, returning with both of our phones. We looked at the screens, then traded phones. There were similar messages from our moms, asking what happened and being very clear that we needed to make up or they’d get involved to fix things.
“How about we put these on silent?” Chris suggested.
“Do you really want my mom to show up here again?” I asked.
“Ugh. Yeah. Good point,” she said. “Let’s tell them we’re fine but we need privacy.”
“Why not just tell them we’re having sex? It’ll be the same message.”
“Whatever we need to say to get them off our backs for the rest of the day is fine with me,” she said.
“All right, let’s do it.”
After we sent our texts, we silenced our phones, then cuddled close. I loved the feeling of having Chris in my arms again. We fit perfectly against each other, and I couldn’t help but imagine us being here like this for the rest of our lives.
“You know, maybe a dog wouldn’t be bad,” I said, stroking Chris’s bare shoulder with my hand. “It’ll make us get some exercise and I can take it to the shelter with me sometime. Like we could train him to be a service dog or something. The clients would love to have a dog around.”
“That sounds good.” Her voice sounded sleepy now. “Being dog parents will be good practice in case we decide to have kids someday.”
“You’ll have to move in to help though,” I said. “I can’t raise a dog on my own.”
Chris lifted her head, wide awake now. “Seriously? Do you think we’re ready for that?”
“I do. We can redecorate.”
“What about your grandma’s stuff?”
“It’s time to update things,” I said. “She’d want that. And now we can make the space our own.”
“Well, I think there’s two more months on my lease, how about we use that as my tentative move-in date?”
“You don’t mind living here?” I asked.
I hated the idea of leaving Grandma’s house, especially when it had been so important to her for me to have it.
“I love this house,” she said. “Especially the chalkboard wall. Our kids will love that.”
“They will, huh?”
“Yeah, they will.”
