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“You guys, what is this?” she whispered, covering her mouth with her hand. Was it for her?
Kaitlyn jumped in excitement. “Me and Daddy made you dinner and bought you flowers,” she squealed, grabbing the flowers from Redmond’s hands and running them toward Chelsea. She pushed them into Chelsea’s awaiting hands before running back to her dad.
“I met you for the first time five months ago today. It wasn’t a pleasant meeting for either of us, but it brought you into my life.” Redmond leaned into the counter, and Chelsea had to refrain from sobbing. She had never been overly emotional, but nobody—no ex-boyfriends or family, not even her best friends—had ever done anything like this for her.
“It’s kind of like our anniversary,” she elaborated, stepping toward the counter.
“It is.”
She shook her head and laughed, rushing to his side and forcing his mouth hard down on hers. She took in the kiss viciously and nipped at his lip as she pulled away. His arm wound around her and pulled her back to him, refusing to allow her even an inch of space.
Kaitlyn’s voice pierced through their moment with a sharp efficiency. “You’re not going to have the sex, right?”
Chelsea jumped away from Redmond, gaping down at her.
Redmond’s belly laugh filled the room. “Who taught you about ‘the sex’?” he asked, unable to keep a straight face.
She shrugged as if it was old news. “Mommy told me that when a boy and a girl kiss a lot, they go to bed together, and if they love each other a bunch then the girl will have a baby.”
Chelsea covered her mouth and mumbled to Redmond. “I think she left out a few steps.”
Redmond nodded, and his deep laugh filled the room again as he leaned into the counter for support. “That’s right, honey. But I promise we won’t do that in front of you.”
Kaitlyn cringed. “I don’t want you to go to sleep and kiss together. I don’t want a baby.”
“Me either, kid,” Chelsea acknowledged.
Redmond shook his head as his laughing fit continued. It felt almost unlike him to see so much laughter, but Chelsea couldn’t help but smile.
They continued talking and laughing for another hour, including Kaitlyn in all the conversations. The little girl proved to be more and more intelligent every time Chelsea spoke to her, and she made one hell of a conversationalist.
Shortly after dinner, they sent Kaitlyn to bed with a glass of water and her television turned on a louder volume than usual. Redmond sat the remote beside Kaitlyn, who looked at her dad with suspicion in her eyes.
“I’m allowed to watch TV tonight before bed?” Kaitlyn asked. It was unusual for Redmond to allow it, typically preferring her to practice her reading.
“Only tonight,” he replied, leaving a kiss on her forehead. “Because you helped so much with dinner.”
She sat up excitedly and grabbed the remote, flipping through channels as they exited the room and closed the door with a click.
Chelsea looked at Redmond with raised brows. Allowing the television to remain on in her room was so unlike him that it caught her off guard. He caught her glance and smirked wildly, grabbing a hold of her wrist, and guiding her into their bedroom, two doors down from Kaitlyn’s.
“Why?” Chelsea asked.
“I don’t want her to hear us tonight,” he responded, clicking the door closed behind him. “It’s been five months and we haven’t talked about our relationship once.”
Chelsea nodded, watching as Redmond started to unbutton his shirt. “I didn’t want to push you into something you’re not ready for.”
“I’m ready for anything with you, Chelsea.”
He finished unbuttoning his shirt and allowed it to fall down his shoulders. He stepped forward and reached for her shirt, which she allowed him to pull from her body without any hesitation. She felt prepared for him, and he hadn’t even touched her yet.
“I don’t care about titles if you’re not ready.” She’d already considered the implication of leaving titles out of their relationship, and if it was right for him, she’d be willing to do just about anything.
He shook his head, dropping his pants and eyeing her body with a heat that had her breath involuntarily quickening. “I want you to be mine,” he said. All that remained were his boxers, which he hooked his thumb through as he tugged them down his body, stepping out of them, too. His impressive length stood proud between them, and Chelsea had to force herself to swallow as she considered what he could do with it.
“I want to be yours,” she said, her voice small.
“Good.” He didn’t hesitate to pounce, pushing her back on the bed and hovering above her as he reached his hand beneath her pants, working his fingers between her legs without even a moment of consideration. He swirled his thumb around her clit while massaging another finger between her lips.
