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“Thank you,” I whisper in a soft tone, the air trembling with energy between us. But then, the movie starts and I turn my attention to the screen. Of course, I don’t see or hear anything really. Instead, I’m totally aware of the man a few feet away, and his big hand squeezes my shoulder as he shoots me a knowing look.
But within five minutes, little Weston falls asleep. Those black lashes are long on his cherubic cheeks and my heart expands with love as I look down at the small boy. We wait another few minutes to make sure he’s fully out, and when his soft snores begin to fill the room, Caleb scoops him up gently and carries the child upstairs.
I find my heart clench up because Caleb’s an incredible father. I love seeing him with his son, and for the first time, I wonder what it would be like for us to have a baby together. I’d like a little girl, maybe, also with Caleb’s dark coloring. I want her to have his laugh too, and the way he tries to do right.
After all, the handsome man has done right by me, and he does right by his son too. He indulges us both, but without going overboard. Instead, he gives me space to learn and grow, and I feel like I’m a flower stretching out to the sun after a good rain. I can feel my heart entwining with his, and it’s crazy, but I know I’m already falling for Caleb.
But is he falling for me?
On the one hand, I know that Caleb really likes me. After all, what man would spend so much time and money on a girl he doesn’t care about? But on the other hand, I’m worried that despite the fun we have together, that I’m coming off as immature. The problem is that I don’t even know what mature would look like. After all, I’m twenty years old, so I have no idea how a forty-something woman might behave while dating a forty-something man.
I sigh but then smile. I can’t do anything about my doubts, and I suppose we just have to take it a day at a time. At that moment, Caleb comes back into the room and as always, my heart starts beating harder just at the sight of my lover. He’s huge and gorgeous, in a dark sweater and casual jeans. The top highlights his broad shoulders and muscular chest, while the denim is slung off his hips just so, emphasizing those long legs.
“That was quite the sigh,” he says, looking at me quizzically. “Something wrong, sweetheart?”
“It’s just my brain working too hard,” I tell him easily. But then I laugh quietly and shake my head, changing the subject. “Is Weston asleep?” I ask.
“He’s out like a light,” Caleb replies with a huge sigh of his own as he slides onto the couch next to me. Instinctively, I snuggle in next to him and it’s so soothing, here in his arms. I feel so safe, warm, and protected, and settle my head into the hollow at his shoulder. But then I look up, my eyes dancing.
“You are such a DILF,” I tease.
Caleb leans back and looks down at me, his blue gaze amused.
“A DILF?” he asks, cocking one eyebrow at the term. “What’s that?”
“You don’t know?” I purr in a coy tone.
He shakes his head.
“Well, it sounds like a good thing,” he ventures. “Explain yourself woman,” he demands as he begins to tickle me.
I squeal in delight. “Noooo! No tickling, no tickling!”
“I’ll stop when you start talking,” he threatens good-humoredly, his big hands still on my ribs.
“Eeek! Okay, so you’ve probably heard the term MILF before, right? You know, ‘Mom I’d like to fuck?’”
Caleb nods, a sparkle in those blue eyes. “Sure, I know the expression.”
“So DILF is ‘Dad I’d Like to Fuck.’” I grin widely at my lover, who immediately pulls me to him and tsks in a teasing manner.
“You are far too naughty, young woman,” he mock chides. “Where do you even learn language like that?”
“Oh I can be naughtier,” I taunt. “Trust me.”
Caleb’s blue eyes flash and for a moment, I think he’s going to take me right here in the entertainment room. But then he grins, curiosity etched across his handsome features. “Hmmm. So okay, now you have to tell me where you picked up that term,” he says in a light tone. “I want to know how my girl has such a salty mouth.”
I giggle a bit. “Well,” I drawl lightly, “DILF is actually a porn term. You see it in a lot of porn titles, like ‘Daddy DILF takes me and my stepsister’ or ‘Hung DILF makes me come hard.’”
Caleb’s eyebrows raise and he blinks a few times.
“Are you serious? And you know because…?”
