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“I know,” I agree.
I need to reconsider my previous house-hunting efforts. The inadequate houses I had been looking at won’t suffice anymore. We’re not just talking about accommodating me and Ethan anymore. We’re talking about creating a home for three children and a loving couple. We are growing into a family of five and it’s time for our living arrangements to reflect that. I know what I must do.
As I meet Olivia’s gaze, she understands the unspoken message that passes between us. We’ve always had a unique way of communicating without words, a shared understanding that comes from years of sibling connection. I silently urge her not to say anything just yet, to let me handle the situation in my own way and time. Lily, perceptive as ever, picks up on our silent exchange, familiar with our unspoken conversations that have been a part of our relationship since childhood.
“Stop doing that weird twin thing,” Lily says, looking between us with an amused smile.
“What thing?” we both say at the same time and then we dissolve into laughter.
Chapter 23
Lily
Thesilencethatdescendsupon Olivia’s house is both soothing and unnerving. For the first time in weeks, Blake and I find ourselves alone, surrounded by the remnants of family life. The absence of the children’s laughter and the chaos that accompanies their presence creates a void that is simultaneously calming and disorienting.
We stand in the living room, our eyes meeting with a mixture of relief and anticipation. I’m grateful for this moment of respite, a fleeting opportunity to reconnect. I want us to bask in each other’s company without the demands and distractions of parenting.
I take a step closer to Blake, feeling a cascade of emotions surge within me. The weight of the past weeks, with its sleepless nights, tantrums, and constant juggling, begins to fade into the background. Now, it’s just him and me, trying to figure out the contours of our relationship beyond just being parents.
“Hey,” he says, a cheeky smile spreading on his face.
A smile tugs at the corners of my lips as I observe Blake, his face bathed in a soft glow of sunlight filtering through the windows. There’s a hint of weariness in his eyes, a testament to the challenges we’ve faced together, but also a profound sense of devotion and love that since I’ve met him remains unwavering.
“Hey, yourself.”
I reach out and take his hand, intertwining our fingers, relishing the simple act of connection. It’s a small gesture, but one that carries the weight of our commitment to each other, a reminder that amidst the chaos and busyness of life, we are still partners, lovers, and friends.
Blake sighs. “Thank God for my sister,” he says.
I can’t help but agree. With us both working, taking care of two kids, and adjusting to pregnancy, time alone has been scarce. As we settle into the couch, the comfort of familiarity envelops us. We exchange glances, a silent understanding passing between us. This moment is a rare gift, an opportunity to rediscover the nuances of our relationship, to reconnect on a deeper level.
Without talking, we gravitate toward each other, seeking touch and connection. The house seems to sigh with contentment, its walls witnessing the tenderness and vulnerability that blooms between us. With the children’s absence, the air becomes charged with a different kind of energy, one that holds the promise of intimacy and shared secrets.
I lean in closer to Blake, my heart beating a little faster as I smell the soft scent of his cologne. “It’s just you and me,” I whisper, my voice tinged with a mixture of longing and relief. “No distractions, no obligations. Just us.”
A soft smile plays on Blake’s lips as he meets my gaze. “I’ve missed this,” he says, his voice filled with a tenderness that melts my heart. “The quiet moments of just you and me. All we seem to get is stolen glances. It’s easy to get caught up in the chaos of parenting, but being here, with you, reminds me of the depth of our connection.”
I nod, my eyes searching his face, taking in every line and curve. “We’re more than just parents,” I reply, my voice filled with conviction. “We’re partners, friends, and lovers. I want to cherish every aspect of our relationship, not just the role of mom and dad.”
Blake’s fingers brush against my cheek, a gentle caress that sends shivers down my spine. “I couldn’t agree more,” he murmurs, his voice filled with sincerity. “I want to be present in every moment with you, to nurture our bond and create memories that belong to just the two of us.”
I find myself nodding, agreeing with him. The weight of the world lifts from my shoulders, replaced by a renewed sense of hope and possibility. I lean into Blake’s embrace, feeling the warmth of his presence envelop me. Together, we find rest in each other’s arms, savoring the tranquility that this rare moment of peace has given us. I inhale in his arms.
Before I realized what is happening, we are kissing. Blake’s lips are soft and insistent against me, and it ignites a fire inside me that I haven’t felt in weeks. I know the time we have is limited. Olivia has taken the children out for dinner. We have maybe an hour or two before they are going to be back through the door and demanding our attention again. It doesn’t take long for things to get intense and hot.
Blake’s hands are all over me. I giggle as he grabs me and pulls me on top of him so I’m straddling him and facing him on the couch. With my weight pressing on him for a moment I worry that I’m too heavy, especially since my stomach is starting to grow and with it, the extra pounds of pregnancy. Then I remember that this was Blake. He can pick me up effortlessly—as if I weigh nothing. He’s strong and he loves it when I’m on top. I push away my insecurities and try to enjoy the moment we have.
“I’ve missed you,” he moans against my lips. “I missed touching you.”
The words make my stomach warm, arousal surging through me. Blake has a way of making me feel so desired. I’m not sure if I’ll ever get used to it.
“God, you’re so beautiful.”
I flush at the words, my face growing hot as he praises me. I’ve never been able to take compliments, but I must learn to since they pour from Blake’s lips. I feel each one stirring uncomfortably in my soul. Each word heals a small part of me that I didn’t know was broken.
“I want to make you feel good,” he says, his voice rough with desire.
I can feel how hard he is. His arousal is pressing against me. I can’t stop myself. I reach down and rub him through his jeans, pressing against the hard line under his pants. I caress the length.
