“Not necessarily.” She quickly looked down, so I knew she had something else she wanted to say.
I reached over and lifted her head. “Talk to me, baby. I refuse to lose you again, so whatever I have to do to make sure that shit doesn’t happen, I will.”
“I don’t want to sound selfish, but maybe not work so much.”
My hand stretched across the table and took hers into mine. I rubbed the back of her hand as I stared into her eyes.
“I’m already working on that. I don’t know how fast it will change, but know that it’s happening. We are in this together.”
“Thank you. I know you won’t always have control over it, but I appreciate you for trying.”
I lifted her hand and kissed the back of it.
“Oh, my mom said if you need her to watch Kayla while you write, just let her know. What is this book about?”
Janiyah would keep her ideas about her books to herself until she completed the first few chapters.
Sometimes I helped her develop her character, and I’d named a few of them. I never knew what they were about until she decided to share, and even then, she didn’t tell me much. I liked finding out when the rest of the world found out. I was in awe of the way my wife’s imagination went. She could find the smallest thing and come up with a story. I’d never been that creative.
I listened intently as Janiyah told me her story idea, at least parts of it. We were in a semi-private area, and she didn’t want to run the risk of someone hearing.
“I can’t wait to read it.” I smiled widely as pride filled my chest.
“If I can find time to write.”
She didn’t say it sarcastically, but I knew it bothered her.
“I got you. I promise. We’ll figure it out.”
“Okay.”
Our conversations switched to lighthearted things while we continued to eat. The mountain served as the perfect backdrop as Janiyah and I talked.
“Move your fucking hand.” I smacked Janiyah’s hand away when she tried to push me back.
We’d got home from the train ride, and we both were feeling the wine we drank. Since I knew we would be drinking, I reserved a car for us to get to and from the train station. In the back of the car, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. We tore each other’s clothes off the minute the front door was locked.
My hand was on the back of her neck as I fucked her from behind.
“You must have forgot where home is. I can’t believe you took this good pussy from me.” I grunted as I pumped harder into her.
Janiyah’s moans echoed throughout the room as she gripped the sheets.
“Damn. I missed this pussy, wife.” I leaned down to whisper in her ear. “Did you miss this dick?”
“Yes.” She dragged the word out as she released on my dick.
It didn’t take long for me to be right behind her as I came deep inside of her. I let her neck go, then rolled to the side of her.
Janiyah scooted closer to me, and I wrapped my arm around her.
“Did you enjoy yourself today?”
“I did. Thank you. I do miss Mikayla a little.”
I pushed her hair out of her face and kissed the tip of her nose.
“Not gonna lie, I do too. The house was quiet without her, but I do feel like we needed tonight. I don’t ever want us to lose ourselves with Kayla or any other children we have.”
