With a salacious smile, she puts two fingers between herlips and pulls them right out before sliding them down between her legs.
“That’s for me, sweetheart,” I growl and drop to my knees to devour her.
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We sit at her kitchen island with Binx curled up quietly on Natalia’s lap as we finally eat the late lunch I made for us. Everything I cooked is piled onto plates that decorate the island along with some extra things for our New Year’s Day feast I spent the past few hours preparing while wearing the chef’s hat and her apron—entirely naked underneath. As per her request, obviously.
After our meal, in warm sweats and sweatshirts, we rest on her couch, wrapped in a throw blanket. Binx is curled on my lap and we binge-watch one of her favorite sitcoms. Or, at least, I’m watching it while Natalia’s head is buried against my chest as she naps.
That is until her phone rings and she jumps, startled.
“Where—”
I reach over the coffee table and hand her the phone.
“Oh.” She swallows and rasps hoarsely, “It’s my dads.” Her shoulders don’t tense, not the way they used to, but she stares at the incoming video call—unmoving.
Then the phone stops ringing.
“Nat,” I say, putting a hand on her thigh. “Are you okay?”
She unfreezes, nodding her head a bit as she kisses my jaw. “I’m okay. I just, um…I’m okay, yeah.”
“Are you sure?” I wrap my arm around her and kiss her cheek.
“Yeah, yeah.” She exhales a controlled breath. “I’m just going to go call them back. Talk to them for a bit.”
I brush my lips across her temple then kiss her hair. “Okay, sweetheart. Shout if you need me.”
Natalia stands and bends over for a kiss on the lips, her palm to my cheek. “Thank you,” she whispers. “I’ll be right back.”
CHAPTER 40
Natalia
“Happy New Year, sweetie,” Daddy sings into the phone.
“Happy New Year,” I say to both of my fathers. “Where are you today?”
“We’re in Montreal,” Dad says, his grin taking up the entire screen. “The snow is crazy, wish you could see it.”
I chuckle. “Yeah, well, there’s like a foot of snow out here so…”
My heart clenches as I see my dads laughing, grinning at each other, so silly in love—the way they’ve looked since I was a baby. There was never any question or doubt of their love for me—they’ve loved me unconditionally. They aren’t perfect, but they’ve given me everything they could.
“Baby, are you okay?”
I nod, my throat so tight it feels like I can’t breathe. “Yeah, I think I just miss you guys,” I croak, my eyes so full I can’t see their faces on the screen anymore. “Can we…Can we maybe do a family trip one day? Somewhere nice.”
“Sweetie.” Dad frowns. “Don’t cry, baby, you’re breaking my heart. I miss you too. We miss you every day.”
“I’m sorry,” Daddy rasps shakily. “We’ll go home, okay? And we’ll stay for your birthday.”
I wipe my cheeks and hold my phone steady. “Okay, yeah, that sounds nice. And then you can go to Alaska or something.”
My dads snort.
“Maybe we can all go,” Daddy says.
