I hesitated for only a second when we walked back into the bedroom, ready to locate my clothes, pull them on, and head back to my parents.
But Wendy had just shaken her head, caught my hand, and pulled me to the bed.
We crawled into our normal spots like no time had passed. Her back pressed against my front, my arms wrapped fully around her, my head nestled in her neck as we shared a pillow, our fingers, legs, and toes tangled together.
The last thing I remember was murmuring that I loved her before I was out like a light.
It was the best night of sleep I've gotten, maybe ever.
No nightmares, no fear, just me and my wife.
When I woke up, Wendy was still sleeping.
Hungry, and not for food, I gently maneuvered myself down the bed for my morning breakfast feast. Wendy woke up, moaning, her hands tangled in my hair as she rocked her hips against my face and came so sweetly.
"Morning, baby," I growled into her pussy, before kissing my way back up her and fucking her gently, with long, lazy strokes.
We took our time as the sun slowly rose, no rush, nowhere to be, just here with each other.
In the aftermath, we lay cuddled together with my fingers twirling in her red locks, while she burrows into my chest like an adorable little kitten.
She peeks at the digital clock on my side of the bed and hums.
"Taylor should be bringing the boys back soon," Wendy murmurs into my chest, her fingers tracing the tattoo of her name. I press a lingering kiss to her head and breathe in her scent.
The words are bittersweet.
I'm excited to see my sons, but also a little sad that this perfection is coming to an end. Well, maybe I can stretch it alittle longer, especially since she doesn't seem eager for me to leave.
"Are you hungry?"
She nods, sitting up and stretching. My eyes trail down her form, drinking her in as she stands from the bed naked. She catches my look and smiles, taking her time while walking to grab her robe from the hook and pull it around her.
"You're so beautiful," I can't help but say and her smile widens as she secures her robe and walks over to me. I pull her into my arms and kiss her deeply, saying against her lips, "Take your time. Come downstairs when you're ready."
Wendy looks curious, but nods, heading toward the bathroom.
I know I had some clothes in the hamper when I left that night, nothing I needed so I wonder if they’re still here. I open the dresser drawer and find a couple of my white undershirts still there. In the bottom drawer are a couple of pairs of my sweatpants, so I pull them on before heading downstairs, hearing the shower turn on.
As I walk into the kitchen, I take in the house's peaceful stillness. Sunlight slants through the sheer curtains, casting the kitchen in a warm glow.
The kitchen is clean, as always, and organized, so I can easily find the waffle iron and pancake mix. I grab the butter and eggs from the fridge, and lay the spread on the counter.
Alright, round two, I can do this.
I'm cracking eggs into a bowl to whisk when the front door opens, and I hear the pitter-patter of running steps.
I smile, "Noah, in here."
"Daddy?" I hear his voice, a mix of surprise and excitement. I parked in my spot in the garage last night, so he must have thought I left. He sprints around the corner and into the kitchen, skidding to a stop when he sees me. "Daddy!"
I open my arms just in time for him to rocket into them. "There's my boy!"
"I didn't know you were going to be here," Noah says, smilingup at me. "Are you moving back?"
The hope in Noah's question hits me hard, but the answer is not up to me.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Liam and Taylor walking into the kitchen, their faces curious for my answer.
