But today is the first step in convincing him that he not only deserves whatever happiness he can find in this world but that he absolutely has a place front and center in my family if he’s willing to take it.
That, even if he doesn’t, or even if he needs years before he’s ready, that spot will always be there.
Adrian has shown me exactly what I’ve been missing with my other partners in the past. Being with him has made me the happiest I’ve ever been, and completely ruined me for anyoneelse. So, if he does walk away when this arrangement ends, I have no plans to replace him.
“Okay, that’s the last of it,” he exclaims. “You got so many cute outfits! I separated everything by size, so the top drawers have the bibs, hats, and socks. Below that is newborn onesies in this drawer, with shorts in the same size next to that. Zero to three months in the bottom drawers. The outfits are hung up in the closet, also by size, with the size labeled hanger separating them.”
“You’re amazing,” I reply, unable to keep my adoration out of my tone.
He laughs, waving it off. “It was fun. The crib looks like it’s ready too. I think the nursery is done! What do you think?”
I look around, taking in the mural of a barn on one wall with little farm animals surrounding it, the baby monitor, the piggy bank that has “Roy” painted on the side, and the humidifier that’s shaped like a chicken. All the little touches Adrian added make this feel like the ideal room to bring a baby home to.
“I think it’s perfect,” I say honestly. “Thank you. This whole house is amazing, but this room… It's really special. It makes it feel so real, ya know? The baby will be here so soon. I couldn’t have done any of it without you, thank you.”
His dimples are on full display as he smiles. “I’m glad you like it.” We both spend a minute admiring the room before Adrian sighs. “I guess this is it, huh? You’re moving out, we’re no longer roommates, and our arrangement is over.”
I’ve been trying to focus on the positive, the next steps, but in this moment, I’m not ready. “I mean, I think we’re still roommates today, since I woke up in your house,” I suggest, sounding desperate even to myself, but I don’t care.
He lets out a short laugh. “So, what does that mean? We can hook up one last time?”
I shrug, trying to sound casual even as I plead with my eyes. “If youwant to.”
He bites his lip. Glancing around before he lets out a short laugh. “Not in the nursery. Do you even have condoms and lube here yet?”
“I was optimistic,” I explain with a nod.
He smirks. “Get them. Do whatever you want to clean up and meet me in the kitchen. My first meal here is going to be your ass.” He spins, casually leaving the room like that wasn’t the hottest thing anyone has ever said to me.
40
ADRIAN
Itake a deep breath, splashing some water on my face at the kitchen sink trying to get my act together.
This could be the last time I have sex with Hudson.
I hope it isn’t.
As I was washing all the clothing in infant detergent and folding it to put away by size, I was daydreaming about it being my turn to wake up in the middle of the night to feed and change the baby. Clearly, my fantasies have evolved beyond sexual ones since I’ve gotten to turn those into reality.
But there’s the very real chance that tonight could be my last opportunity to have sex with him. So many things could change between us after he moves out. I need to appreciate tonight for what it is, to take advantage of the opportunity he offered by suggesting it.
Still, I couldn’t fuck him in his new bed. That felt too… sacred. Like the beginning of something, rather than its potential end.
Apparently, I thought that the kitchen was a good alternative.
I guess we’ll find out.
“So should I bend over the side of the table… or?” Hudson asks, pulling my attention back to the present. I guess that he’s still able to sneak up on me in his house, too.
I turn to face where he’s casually leaning against one of the chairs, wearing only a towel tucked around his waist. There’s a bottle of lube and a few condoms on the table next to him. He’s easily the most attractive man I’ve ever seen, and even after all this time, I can’t believe that I’ve had sex with him and that he’s asking me to fuck him again.
“You could,” I agree. “But the table has a 600 pound weight capacity. I was picturing you laying on your back with your legs bent up while I sit in one of the chairs at the seat below you where I can lean in and eat you out.”
He’s already climbing onto the table before I finish, laying the towel down below him.
“One second, let me grab you a pillow.” I quickly walk into the living room and borrow a throw pillow, bringing it back to place on the table under his head as he lies down fully.
