I take Eli from her as we both go to the guest bathroom, where the baby tub is sitting inside the bathtub. She pulls out the baby wash while I hold Eli, who is babbling to us, in my arms.
“You’re good for him, you know,” she says as she turns on the water.
“I’m sorry?” I ask, not sure what she’s referring to.
She smiles mischievously. “Walker. You are just what he needs. I can tell. He’s lucky to have you.”
“Oh, um, we’re not really …” I stumble over my words. “It’s just … that …” I sigh in defeat. “It’s complicated.”
Mrs. M tilts her head with a knowing smile. “Sometimes, complicated things just need a little time to work themselves out. The right things usually do.”
Her words linger long after she turns back to the bath, settling over me, leaving me with a sense of hope.
After the water temperature is set and she’s laid out fresh towels, she dusts herself off. “Well, I better be getting home to my husband. There are chicken cutlets in the oven.”
“You’re the best.” I smile back at her as I place Eli down in the baby tub.
I squirt some baby wash on the hand towel and start with her hair, then make my way down her body, all the way down to her little toes.
This girl just melts my heart. I can’t believe how much I love her.
Mrs. M’s words still ring in my head. I just hope she’s right. This is a complicated situation. I’m just not sure it’ll work itself out.
Later in the evening, Walker and I are snuggling on the couch, watching a show. I’m curled up in this arms, our legs tangled together. His hands mindlessly rub my body while his eyes focus on the show. I press myself further into his body as my eagerness to feel closer to him takes hold of me.
“Thanks for helping with Eli tonight,” his groggy voice says.
I smile into his shirt. “How could I not? You looked so helpless, standing there, covered in baby poop.”
He squeezes me tight as his chest rumbles with a laugh. “Helpless? I think it was more like shock.”
I laugh with him. “Either way, it was cute.”
“Cute? I don’t think I agree with what qualifies as cute to you.”
I look up at him as my lips spread wide. “Youlooked cute. The poop? Not so much.”
Something shifts in the room, in the way he looks at me.
His smile fades, and he swallows. “You’re so beautiful that, sometimes, it hurts me right here when I look at you.” His hand rubs over his heart.
The confession makes my heart race, like a wild animal trying to escape. Words fail me as we look into each other’s eyes, the world falling away until it feels like nothing exists but him and me.
His thumb brushes over my cheek. He places his fingers behind my neck, then pulls me in for a kiss. His mouth covers mine hungrily, the kiss sending the pit of my stomach into a wild swirl.
He pulls his mouth from mine and gazes at me. “Follow me,” he says with quiet emphasis.
I follow him into the guest bedroom, where he leads me to the center of the bed. Before I lie down, he strips me down slowly, then pushes me back onto the pillows. He’s not in a hurry, like any of the times before. Instead, he takes his time ridding himself of his own clothes.
I can’t help but take in the eyeful of Walker, standing on the side of the bed, completely naked—his dick hard, the tip dripping with a bead of his cum.
He crawls onto the bed, taking a long swipe at my pussy on his way up before claiming my mouth. I shiver at the sweet tenderness of his kiss. I bury my hands in the thick of his hair.
He breaks the kiss, then positions his dick between my lips and pushes himself inside of me inch by devastatingly slow inch. His eyes meet mine as he continues until he bottoms out, filling me with all of him.
For a moment, he just stares into my eyes as his chest rises and falls rapidly. Then he starts to move unhurriedly in and out, like he wants to draw out every bit of this and savor it. Each time he pushes inside, he hits the spot that brings me closer and closer to the edge.
Our lips barely brush over one another. His thick cock stretches me beyond what I’m used to, but the sting is filled with a pleasure so perfect that my eyes begin to water.
