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He lifts my hands, intertwining our fingers together on either side of my face. He starts pressing slowly inside me, our eyes staring into each other’s.
Little by little, he slowly fills me until he is fully seated inside of me. I gasp feeling how full I am, how amazing he feels inside me. “God, I feel so full,” I moan, lifting my legs higher and bringing him impossibly deeper inside me.
“Fucking heaven,” he moans and starts to move, slowly, deeply and full of passion. We are both lost in the feeling of each other. I have never felt closer to someone than I have in this moment. It’s like every part of me with him is one.
I run my hands down his back, closer to falling over the edge. I squeeze him hard. He lets go of one of my hands, reaching between us, rubbing my clit.
“UHH.” I come so hard everything around me blackens out and I feel him shaking hard, coming with me.
Both of our breathing is ragged, rough.
He lifts his head and kisses me so sweetly. Tears fall and I’m powerless to stop them.
I’m not sad because of what we just done. No, I feel free. This is something that has been a burden on me as I didn’t know if I could be with someone again.
I didn’t know someone could love me the way that he does. He came into my life when I needed him the most.
He brought me through the worst time of my life. Every step of the way when most people would have ran with their lives trying not to deal with the baggage I brought.
Not Isaac.
He loves every part of me, every single scar, every imperfection on my body. But he makes me feel like those aren’t imperfections but a beautiful piece of art. He makes me feel so loved.
He looks at me horrified by my crying and I laugh. “I’m just so happy, Isaac.” I dry my eyes, smiling at him.
“I’m happy too.”
Both of us were broken, but somehow, someway we have fixed each other’s wounds, healed all of the hurts.
We saved our forever’s.
Epilogue
EMILY
FIVE YEARS LATER
Ismile seeing Isaac and our little girl, Morgan playing together in the yard. He’s lying on his back, lifting her above his head like she’s an airplane.
She giggles and lifts her arms higher. “Look mommy, I’m flying,” she squeals with laughter when he pretends to drop her, catching her last minute.
I walk over and lie down bedside Isaac, my head on his shoulder. Morgan is the best thing that ever happened to us. We weren’t trying but we weren’t preventing it either.
She just turned three years old.
“Mommy, hold my hand.” She lifts her little chubby fingers out for me to hold. I take them and she grins at me. “I am the best flyeraround,” she says and I laugh.
She has my hair coloring, but she looks just like her dad and he is her favorite person on earth.
She kicks her legs and he sets her down. She plops down on the center of his stomach looking at the both of us. “Can I have a cookie?” She flashes me her grin, that’s when I see the cookie crumbs on the corner of her mouth.
Isaac is looking at everything but her mouth letting me know that he is the culprit. “Sure, go on baby.” I lean up and kiss her chubby cheek, her little chunky legs moving as fast as she can into the house.
I eye Isaac, “So what happened to no cookies?” I ask.
He laughs and turns me over onto my back with him above me. “She said please.”I laugh. “You’re such a goner for her.”
Over the years, the light has grown lighter and lighter and my heart has done the same.
