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Here, contained within a mere square metre are all my dreams come true: a wonderful man who is overflowing with happiness as he plays with my two delighted children, right before we sit at the table to devour Mom’s food.

This is the everyday life I’ve been craving since before that pregnancy test.

Chapter Forty-One

Luuk

I hate how fast two weeks pass. I swear that they went even faster than the first three ones, because as you become more functional, you can have fun. And as it’s commonly known, time accelerates when you’re having fun, while it totally stalls when you’re feeling miserable. So now we’re counting down the hours until my noon flight tomorrow—technically today, since it’s the wee morning hours. Both Corrie and I are unable to sleep. The kids are at Lola’s for a sleepover after we said our hard goodbyes, me barely holding it together.

It didn’t help that Ada wrapped her arms around my legs with no intention of letting go whatsoever; or that Otto went to their room and brought a tin box with cookies, so that I would have a snack during my flight; or that those cookies were made a couple of days ago at Dory’s catering space, on Vaderdag, which they agreed they would celebrate for the sake of their mom, since she is mama and papa. Then Otto suggested they made some for me, too, because I was leaving soon. When I opened the box, a blast of colour popped out, shaped like cowboy boots and guitars.

I held both little bakers tight. ‘How am I even going to take one bite and ruin them?’

Otto had the solution ready. ‘We will make more when you come back.’

‘When are you coming back?’ Ada asked.

An absolutely legit question I had no reply to. ‘Soon. Although I don’t know when exactly yet.’

I heave a breath that seems to resonate in the quiet room and hold Corrie tighter. She pushes her knee a bit higher up my body, heaving a breath herself. I cup her cheek, before my fingers weave through her hair. My brain is on high alert, when my lips seek hers, needing to etch every motion, sound and feel onto my brain like the grooves on a record. I want to create a space just for us in there, for I want to carry her with me.

It’s some small consolation, knowing she’ll be waiting, the kids will be counting down; and I now have a place and three people to call home. I wonder what it must have been like for Dad to know Mom would never walk these streets again; that he had a house in the States, but his home, his person, was gone forever. Could that have made his condition worse?

‘Where did you go?’ Corrie’s hot breath trails my chest as she plants kisses, playfully adding teeth that trap my nipple and bite it as they tug, dragging out my moan.

‘I want to press the fast forward button for me to be back here again.’

One more bite, and she moves down my stomach. ‘Ahhh… But you’re here now…’

Her tongue circles my belly button, the tip playfully poking the tiny dent, then heading for my happy trail, my cock twitching with every inch of skin she covers, as she makes sure to kiss round the hard shaft against my belly. I command time to slow down again, so that I don’t explode when she wraps her hand around my hardness.

‘Corrie, you’re killing me…’

I groan when she circles the base of my crown, then closes her lips around it, wiping the bead that’s leaked on top, then sucks, making my brain short-circuit. As she starts taking me inch by inch, I struggle to hold back, but she makes it impossible as she hollows her cheeks when moving up, going further every time, and I do love it, but miss her wet warmth.

‘You’re not allowed to die,’ she teases, letting go of me for a moment.

I tug her body towards me. ‘I want you to ride my cock. I want to come buried inside your pussy.’ My words come out panting, cut by tiny moans, when her hand replaces her mouth to test my resilience, which is hanging by a thread.

She sends me a devious smile, starting to move her body upwards. ‘Happy to oblige.’

Perhaps because she sees and hears and feels my impatience, she straddles me but makes sure to sit close to the base of my cock, driving me nuts as her glistening folds touch my sensitive skin. She grabs my shoulders for purchase, then glides up, hitching a breath when her clit rubs against the head. She shudders when I grab her hips and guide her up and down, angling my pelvis for more friction. She’s absolutely stunning and she’s mine and I want one orgasm out of her without worrying about holding it together.

‘That’s it, sweetheart.’

‘Shit, Luuk, this is…’

‘Take what you need.’ She can take my soul while at it—my heart has always been hers.

She moves faster and faster, pressing against me harder, her heat scorching my brain, branding her inside me. Her skin shimmers, covered in a film of sweat, the tips of her long hair tickling my hands as she moves.

My fingertips, dipped in Corrie’s butt cheeks, tighten, holding her core flush against my cock. Come for me, baby.’

It’s a plea more than a command, but her body responds all the same and she crashes on top of me, body convulsing, mouth alternating between cussing and calling my name. She opens her eyes, and I drown in her gaze, before lining her entrance with the tip of my cock. When she notches me into her and slowly, so torturously slowly, lowers her hips, I push up to bury myself to the hilt, and we pause for a moment, me in awe at never getting enough of her heat with nothing between us.

Only Corrie looks worried. ‘Shit, was that too much strain for your leg?’

I shake my head, playfully pushing my pelvis. ‘What leg?’