“Piper mentioned that I’ll find the puzzle piece to answer my question if we are meant to be together in the long run,” she explains.
I’m scared, but I’ve got to ask. “What’s the answer?”
April stares at me for a second, lost in thought, drawing this moment out. “That I’m not going anywhere,” she promises.
The last few minutes of a painful reality are replaced with my heart feeling full, and it’s because of this woman.
I cradle her face in my hands and draw her to me. “April, I’m sorry. I could have handled everything better, but I didn’t want to lose the chance.”
“You have a lot to deal with, it makes sense. I was kind of adamant that you were a cocky baseball player who was bad news, until I got to know you, and now you’re the guy that I hope doesn’t break my heart, which means you kind of have my heart.” She's rambling slightly but smiles softly when she speaks her last words.
“Having your heart is good because I kind of need it since I love you.” And I have no problem saying that; it’s not a big deal because it’s as natural as the air I breathe.
April plunges forward to crawl into my arms and begins to shower my jawline with kisses. “I love you too.”
I don’t hesitate to kiss her, cementing this moment, taking her breath only to repeat and repeat.
* * *
Kissing April’s nose,I move inside of her. We're facing one another in bed, lying on my side with her leg propped over my hip.
Our eyes lock as our bodies move in ripples together.
The first time was frantic, a mess of kisses and confirmations. Afterwards, we stayed naked in bed and talked about how we will lock away the secret that I shared. It doesn’t change anything in terms of Hadley. I keep a picture of Cameron in the house so she's unknowingly surrounded by him, and I will explain one day she had an uncle. I will honor my brother’s wishes, and maybe when Hadley is older, I will re-evaluate, or if there is ever a medical reason that she would need to know, but that’s not what Cameron wanted, and now she’s my daughter, and I don’t want to lose that connection to her.
Last night was a lot of talk and decisions. We ditched condoms and are relying on April’s birth control, because we just want everything to be more intimate and committed. All through the night, we’ve been in different positions, and in sleep, we remained in a tight embrace, and when we woke, we said nothing and let our bodies find their way.
I slipped right into her warm wet pussy, and her soft moan into my ear was the first sound I heard this morning, up to now when a string of sounds escapes from April’s lips.
Kissing her to ground myself, I remind myself we are going slow for this round. But her heat envelops my cock as I drag my length in and out, and I just want to get lost in her.
Her eyes close, right before I drag my lips along her neck, tickling her with my morning scruff.
“Oh.” Her moan is louder, and I feel her tightening around me.
I hoist her body closer to me, our bodies flush as I pump harder into her, reaching as deep as I can.
“I’ve got you, baby,” I whisper.
“Spencer,” April coos, linking our fingers resting on her hip.
“Don’t worry, I’ll fill you up. To the rim,” I warn her.
It earns me a long hum, and her breath hitches from my speed picking up. We’re reaching the final stretch, and watching her unravel in my arms while I’m inside of her is the way I hope many days and years ahead go. There is something satisfying about both of us already being fulfilled with an orgasm before eight in the morning.
I’ll like it even more if she doesn’t shower and walks around with my mark still inside of her.
I hold the back of her neck and our foreheads touch as we both move together. “You’re mine, April.”
“I’m yours.” Her eyes sink closed, and her body begins to quake.
And it’s not far behind that my orgasm chases hers.
A few minutes later, I’m lying there, still inside of her, as April combs my hair with her fingers. She places a soft kiss on my forehead before she lies on her side against her propped elbow.
“Can I ask what you say when Hadley asks what she was like as a baby? Or if she wants to see photos?”
I trail her arm with my fingers. “She’s only asked a few times. I do have photos of her that Cameron had, but yeah, I hate lying when she asks about her first step or what her first word was. Instead, I tell her that she was so tiny and didn’t do much, but when she turned two, then the magic happened.”
