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“I’ve been thinking about it since she brought it up, and I do miss that closeness with her. We used to have so much fun. How many times a week do you and Jess have sex?”
“Like four or five times usually.”
I choke on the air that was trying to fill my lungs before I manage to spit out, “Four or five times, a week? How is that even possible? Do you take the little blue pill?”
He smirks, “Nah, man. We just make the time and energy for each other. We only have one kid so that probably helps, but we need it that much. You know we’re both adrenaline junkies and there’s nothing better than a hot sex sesh after working out or surfing.”
Joe has always been an extreme guy, chasing that next thrill. That’s why he was attracted to Jess’s bold personality, and why they still get along so well to this day.
It’s hard for me to believe that they have sexthat muchthough. I don’t even think about sex that much, let alone want it almost daily. Between twelve-hour shifts and then rushing home to get a few minutes with my kids each night, I just don’t have it in me usually. On weekends, there’s always other shit to do or I just want to chill.
Is something wrong with me that I don’t want sex that much? When did I accept that not having sex wasn’t that big of a deal?
I open my mouth to ask another question but all three boys pop their heads out of the truck and start asking if they can go on the rides.
“Yeah, of course. Come on, boys. Let’s go meet the moms and then head over to the rides,” I say.
They all shout their happiness as Joe reaches out to shake my hand again and says, “Just talk to her, dude. I’m sure you guys will figure it out. You have to find that lust for each other again. And there’s always the kitchen counter.” He winks at me.
I squeeze his hand tighter. “Thanks, Joe. I appreciate it, man.”
As we're walking away, I can't help but wonder:Can we make the time for us again?
Chapter 9
Super Mom
Marco
Afterspendingafortuneon crappy toys, gorging on junk food, and managing my mother all day, I’m glad to be home and that the kids are asleep.
I shower and crawl into bed next to Ellie, who is reading on her phone, with hopes of starting a conversation. She won’t make eye contact with me.
I clear my throat to get her attention but she doesn’t look away from her phone, so I quietly say, “Ellie, I think we need to—”
“Mommy!” I hear Liliana’s faint groans from upstairs and my stomach sinks.
Ellie and I look at each other, the concern in her eyes is palpable. We both immediately jump out of bed and run up the stairs into the girls’ bedroom. Liliana and Olivia are both awake, doubled over in their beds so Ellie bends down between them.
“What’s wrong girls? Do you feel sick?” she asks, putting the back of her hands on each one’s forehead.
“My tummy hurts,” Liliana grumbles.
“Mine too,” Olivia adds softly.
“Okay—”
Before Ellie can get out another word, Olivia vomits in her bed. Right before my eyes, Ellie is transformed into Super Mom mode. She grabs the girls’ little trashcan by their dresser and puts it in front of Olivia while holding back her hair and rubbing her back.
“It’s okay, baby girl. Mommy’s here.” She turns to me. “Dad, take Liliana to our bathroom before she throws up too. Have her sit on the stool in front of the toilet and tie up her hair, then put a cool washcloth on her neck. I’m going to take Olivia to the kids’ bathroom and clean her up. I’ll come back and change the bedding later.”
I kneel to Liliana and in my most calm voice, I say, “Daddy’s here, sweet girl. Does your tummy hurt too?” She nods, her face a touch green. “I’m going to take you to the bathroom in case you get sick too. Okay?”
I gently lift her and begin to carry her as quickly as I can without jostling her too much.
“Daddy, I don’t feel good.” Her sad little eyes look up at me.
“I’m here, baby girl. I’m here,” I say as I kiss her little forehead.
