The next day, we returned to Tallahassee, and then preparations for the transition were kicked into high gear.
We’ve been going full-steam ever since, with few chances for Owen and Susa to be alone together for very long where they weren’t both exhausted already.
Owen’s eyes fall shut as he presses his forehead against hers. “I love you both so fucking much. You know that, right?”
“We know,” Susa and I both say, and all three of us laugh.
Joy.
There’sjoyin our lives.
There’s joy inOwen’slife.
I made it clear to Susa way back when we first started this between the three of us that Owen was the center of our world.Period.
My girl has never let me down, either. We had a couple of minor bumps between us in the early years, which I handled between Susa and myself, with Owen none the wiser.
But I have no doubts about how much she loves our boy.
“At least the doctor’s office logistics will be easier this time around,” I joke. “Although we’ve got the sneaking around down to a science.”
Owen releases Susa with one hand and hooks me by the neck, pulling me in for another kiss. “I cannotwait until I’m a civvie again,” he says.
I grin. “That makes two of us,Governor.”
He makes that adorable, scrunched up face he uses on me at work when it’s not safe for him to get too familiar with me around others.
“I’ll be glad when I’m just Owen again.”
Susa giggles. “Yeah, but you’ll always be known as ‘Governor Taylor,’ even after you’re not. Unless, you know, you want to run for the US Senate or something.”
“Fuck that shit,” Owen says, making me laugh. “I’m done with politics, except to help you run for office.”
We’re getting distracted, and my cock wants to be inside one of them. Doesn’t matter which one, either.
Or where.
“Time to move this party upstairs,” I say as I pat them both on their adorable bare asses. Screw my original plan, this is better.
Muchbetter.
They scoop up our clothes while I grab the duffel bag, my phone, and the ornament, and I lead the way up to the bedroom.
Unlike the townhouse, I’ve always been careful about what we keep here. While the public isn’t allowed into this part of the mansion, there is staff who cleans and maintains the place, and I never wanted to see pictures on TMZ.com ofGovernor Hottie’s Sexy Bedroom, or something like that. Susa would likely kill me for that. She got growly enough when I used to periodically set Owen up on “dates” with beards. Any time there’s a story about the “eligible” governor, Susa gets especially possessive and bitchy and makes sure to leave marks somewhere on Owen’s body.
It’s freaking adorable.
Lucky for all of us, now that Owen’s leaving office it’s no longer necessary to divert the public’s attention like that.
When we reach the bedroom, I barely get the bag set down before Owen tackles me onto the bed, making Susa laugh. She jumps onto the bed with us and grabs my hands, pinning them down over my head before she leans in from above to kiss me.
For just a second, a dark memory flashes through me, of a flat in Germany and what I endured with Eddie at the hands of a vicious narcissist. I breathe my way through it, force my muscles to remain relaxed, to not struggle, not throw them off me.
Force myself to focus on the here and now, and not on the past, my days in the Army.
In the military, I learned how to defend myself. I could easily hurt or kill both of them, but I’m not that man anymore. I have no desire to be that man.
I want to be the father, the husband, the lover, the friend.
