“I miss this,” I said softly. “Not just the sex. This.”
“Cum for me, baby,” he whispered in my ear, trying to change the subject.
“I miss when we couldn’t keep our hands off each other,” I said, trying to talk through a moan. “When you looked at me like I was everything.”
He pulled back just enough to look me in the eye. There was guilt and confusion on his face.
“You still are everything,” he said. “Where is this coming from? I show you that you’re my everything by making sure you have everything.”
I swallowed, trying to focus on my pending orgasm and not the tears trying to form in my eyes. “I never needed everything, Kairo. I just needed you.”
He whispered things between our combined moans. Sweet things and soft apologies mixed with promises to do more for just us two.
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
My phone lit up from the chair beside the table, vibrating nonstop.
“Don’t even think about it,” Kairo said against my neck while penetrating me harder.
“It’s probably Kennedi,” I said, biting my lip, trying not to break the mood.
“She’s fine,” he said quickly. “She’s at school. Ignore it.”
But the buzzing didn’t stop.
“I don’t know…” I tried to keep my voice low, but that mom guilt pulled at me. “She never calls more than once unless—”
“Khloe,” he warned, moving faster, trying to distract me, trying to pull me back into the moment.
But I pushed at his chest. “Kairo, wait.”
He groaned in frustration as I reached for the phone.
Kennedi (3 missed calls)
I sat up and called back. “Kennedi? What’s wrong?”
Her voice came through the phone, rushed, shaky. “Can you come get me?”
“What? Why? Are you okay?”
“I just… I don’t wanna talk about it right now. Can you please just come?”
“Yeah. I’ll be right there.”
She hung up before saying bye or okay.
I lowered the phone, exhaled, and looked back at Kairo. He was still hard inside of me, rubbing his hand over his face.
“She’s fine,” he said, annoyed. “She's probably mad about something that didn’t go her way and wants to leave, that’s all.”
“I know,” I whispered, tightening my walls against him “But focus on me and how this feels right now.”
He didn’t say anything else until a moan escaped my mouth and he was back into it like we never paused. We released simultaneously with our tongues still tied together. Once I backed away and broke the moment, he just shook his head.
I knew what he was thinking—that I was doing too much. That I was spoiling her and how she needed to learn how to deal with small things on her own.
But what he didn’t understand was that I couldn’t always tell what was small. Postpartum depression changes your entire view on mental health. I didn’t know if today was a broken nail or a broken heart. If she was being dramatic, or if she was two minutes away from crumbling and too scared to say it out loud.
