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“Bon appétit,” I declare.
He savors my cooking.
“You’re a wonderful cook,” he smiles, pleased. “You’re the perfect woman,” he winks at me.
“Thank you, my love!” I caress his cheek, then take a deep breath and continue.
“Avi, I have a couple of questions and concerns that I’d like to share with you.”
“I’m all ears,” he looks at me.
I tell him about the full custody, and thankfully, he’s happy about it.
“Of course, it’s only natural. Pups always stay with their mothers.”
“And are you sure you’re okay with it?”
“Listen, Sam,” he replies. “When I met you, I knew you had a kid. When I fell in love with you, I knew you had a kid. I’m doing everything in my power to show both of you that I’m a part of your lives. I don’t understand why you’d even ask! It seems right and natural for him to always be present in our lives. Your happiness depends on it and, therefore, so does ours. After all, I know perfectly well what it means to grow up without a mother present. I’ll never stand between you and him. He’s a part of you, and I love everything about you, warts and all.”
I look at him and feel like a great weight has been lifted off my shoulders.
“And what about Michael?” I peer into his eyes to see what lies beyond his words. “We’ve made quite an unusual choice, as you well know. I know that you’re supposedly okay with it because I fell in love with him before I did you. But would that work against me? I’m afraid you’ll want to do the same and find other women. An open relationship isn’t my thing,” I explain. “I could never share you with anyone. Do you think that might happen? Do you expect such a thing to happen?”
“An open relationship? Are you joking? Have you lost your mind?” he growls. “Sam, there’s no way I’ll ever share you with anyone else. This current situation happened on its own; no one asked for it or expected it. I don’t want, nor will I ever want, anyone else. My eyes see only you, and my heart beats for you. My mouth speaks solely about you, and my mind thinks of nothing else. I realize this is a complicated situation. But as far as I’m concerned, your relationship with Michael is up to you. When I see the two of you together, all I see are two people I love dearly and unconditionally. I want you two to be happy. I’m the one who came between you. You’re so beautiful together; you look like photogenic models on a dating app ad. When he makes you orgasm, I witness your pure joy. I’m happy when you feel good. That’s the only indication that matters for our love. I don’t feel like I’m giving up on something, you see? And I wouldn’t call it an ‘open relationship’ because there’s no chance I would ever share you with anyone else. I’ve been there, done that. I love you and only you! I’ve never wanted to say those words to anyone other than you, and no one has ever made me feel like you do. As I’ve said to Michael: our relationship has nothing to do with your relationship with him. That’s the way I see things.”
“Are you sure?” I’m moved. He holds my hand and kisses it warmly.
“I’m the luckiest woman in the whole world!” I announce and walks towards him, then fall into his lap and hug him.
“I can tell that you’re still concerned about me losing interest,” he drags me to the bedroom. He patiently unzips my dress; it falls to the ground as he kisses the back of my neck. “Not a chance. When you’re addicted to something, you only want it more,” he warns me as he throws me onto the bed. He completely succumbs to the mutual passion between us that rekindles anew.
He immerses himself in me and makes love to me in a way that only he knows, dissolving all my concerns.
It’s 8:00 pm. We lie in bed in each other’s arms, marveling in each other’s smell and touch, then my phone rings.
It’s Amy, my travel agent. I pick up. She tells me that she’s finalized all the arrangements for the conference.
“Okay, so you’ve booked my flight? Excellent. Thanks.” I hang up.
“What flight?” He looks surprised.
“To London. I have that conference, remember?”
“Oh, I had a little panic attack.”
I giggle.
How could I forget?” He smiles and furrows his brow naughtily. “Will you be wearing that hot suit again?”
“It seems to me that you like it, don’t you, honey?” I ask coyly.
“I love it, and I adore how it looks on you,” he bites his lower lip.
“The conference is on Thursday, my flight is on Tuesday,” I continue.
“Which means we can come back on Sunday!” he concludes, smiling triumphantly. “We can be there four full days and travel to my favorite city in the world.”
“Mine, too,” I reply blissfully. I briefly send my travel information to Matthew, explain it’s for work and that I’d appreciate it if he could take Roy on those days. He confirms. I smile. It sounds perfect. Avi and me in my beloved London.
