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I'd be lying if I said I wasn't eager to hear about her and Grace's day, especially Grace's latest Disney obsession.
I text her every afternoon about the night’s movie, and her response always starts the same.
LACEY: We 'the youngins’ have decided on...
Her quick wit never fails to make me laugh, even when I'm not up for it.
She's definitely grown on me—and not just because she whips up homemade ajiaco chicken soup when Grace is under the weather.
It's not only the coffee that's undergone a revolution.
Lacey's touch is everywhere in my once orderly life. I wake up to her favorite coffee blend, a mix of Ethiopian and Colombian, a departure from my usual single origin dark roast.
The playroom walls now feature beside Grace's abstracts, Lacey’s detailed sketches. Her drawings of café-goers in outfits bold enough to make a peacock jealous.
And then there's how she's made her presence felt in...other ways.
Especially when I'm alone, in the shower.
What was once a time for work brainstorming or planning dad-daughter adventures now often drifts towards thoughts of Lacey.
And it's not about her organizing skills.
It’s her laughter, our easy banter, the way she is with Grace.
Lacey Alvarez has unexpectedly become a fixture in my thoughts, a mental wallpaper I didn’t choose but find myself liking more each day.
Just yesterday, I stepped into the shower, letting the warm water carry away my concerns.
My hands moved on their own, tracing lines and contours of a body shaped by life's demands—early runs, playground chases, and those rare adult-date nights that never go as planned.
Single fatherhood.
It’s a badge of pride for me, though it comes with its share of exhaustion.
Balancing work, a daughter who sees herself as the next Picasso, and a personal life as unpredictable as my burnt toast this morning—it’s an art.
Who needs a gym when you have a seven-year-old to chase?
A smile broke through as the warm water washed away any lingering self-pity. Being single for so long, I sometimes miss having someone to share those morning moments, breakfast, and laughter with.
The thought of someone to wake up to in the morning, someone to share the ups and downs of life with, is tempting. But then I remember the chaos that came with dating, the endless swiping and small talk, and suddenly being single didn't sound so bad.
Except during times like this.
Times where the stress of being a single parent and navigating business and life made me want to Tarzan scream into my loofah.
Times when I needed a release.
A release I only got one way.
With a sigh, I lowered my hands, reaching for my dick. It took a few seconds of lathering but soon muscle memory kicked in. Gripping it with a wet fist, I began to pump.
It wasn't surprising that I grew hard after a minute of stroking myself. What was surprising... was the image I had in my mind.
It was still of Lacey. Waves of golden and brown strands bouncing down the street. Honey-brown skin. A plump lower lip that looked ripe for kissing.
Slender curves made perfectly to fit my hands.
