“Watch out, she’s wet,” I called out when she threw her little body at him.
He caught her, holding her close. “A little water never hurt anyone.”
It was almost a week after the psycho stalker incident, and it seemed Sebastian had moved in with us. He slept in my bed, his clothes were in my closet, and his dirty socks were getting comfortable on my bedroom floor.
“You got time to head to the compound before your shift tonight?” he asked, holding a now quiet Lena.
Luca had stopped wailing as soon as he saw Sebastian, not wanting to cry in front of his hero.
“I’ll ask Stella if she can come over earlier,” I said, hoping he’d take his shirt off now that it was wet.
“Great, it shouldn’t take long,” he said, carrying Lena inside.
“That wasn’t cryptic at all,” I muttered to myself and followed him, holding Luca’s hand.
After taking my daughter off Sebastian, I changed her into clean clothes and then called Stella.
“Hey, Stella, any chance you can get here an hour earlier tonight?” I asked when the phone connected.
“I can probably do that.”
“You’re the best. See you soon.”
“See you soon.”
We hung up and Sebastian came back, kissing me lightly on the lips. He was now wearing a different shirt, and I regretted missing the show.
“All good?” he asked, hugging me close.
I wound my arms around him and rested my cheek on his chest. “She’s coming earlier. Now, are you going to tell me what we’re doing?”
“It’s a surprise,” he said, making me curious.
“Will you be wearing clothes for this surprise?” I asked, looking up at him.
He chuckled, and his eyes lit up in amusement. “I will. But if you ask nicely, I’ll see what I can do tonight.”
I pursed my lips, pretending to contemplate his offer. He leaned down, whispering kisses along my jawline and then lips.
“I think that’s an acceptable offer,” I said right before his lips fused themselves to mine. The kids were just in the next room, and I didn’t want to chance them walking in on me humping Sebastian’s leg, something I was close to doing, so I pulled back sooner than I wanted to.
“I’m glad,” he said, his eyes crinkled at the corner. “Now why don’t you go relax while the kids are playing by themselves and I’ll start dinner?”
“Your foreplay game is strong,” I said, swooning at the thought of not having to cook. It was one of my favorite things to do, but when you were always short on time and money, it wasn’t as much fun anymore.
“I’m not even close to running out of moves yet,” he said, then winked at me before I left the kitchen.
I checked on the kids, who were still playing in Luca’s room, taking the bedding off and building a fort.
I left them to it and caught up on emails in the living room. The house was small enough that I could hear them from anywhere.
We had dinner together, and the kids even tried a bite of the steak Sebastian cooked. There was also pasta and Bolognese sauce on the table since he already knew my kids’ eating habits well.
Stella came over just as I was getting the little hellions out of the bathtub. Sebastian was cleaning the kitchen, and I wasn’t swooning anymore, I was close to throwing myself at him. Guess he was making good on his promise to do the dishes.
“You look happy,” Stella said, helping out as soon as she walked through the door by wrapping a towel around Lena.
I handed Luca his towel, and we walked the kids to their bedroom.
