And another.
Then, a guttural sound leaves his throat, following me straight into oblivion.
No Diapers Bags Allowed
GABRIEL
I wakeup before Millie and reminisce about what happened last night. I can still feel her tightening around me as she came. It was, truthfully, the best sex I’ve had in over a year.
I want to do something nice for her. Something she will appreciate. A few days ago, I remember her saying that she wanted to attend two types of cooking classes while we are here. A savory class and, in her words, not mine,“something that will enhance the bakery.”
After making a dozen failed calls trying to make my plan a reality, I hear the door open and close, and I quickly close my laptop before Millie comes into the room.
“Hey,” Millie says, wrapping a robe around herself before sitting in my lap.
“Morning, Bumper,” I whisper into her neck.
I am so excited for the day ahead of us. I want to show Millie how much she means to me. This isn’t just a vacation fling. I felt real and permanent feelings for her. I just hoped she feels the same.
“Hey,” she says before I cut her off by kissing her softly.
Shaking her head, she continues, “I just realized we are here. Alone. Where issweets?”
“My mom wanted to take her so I could hang out with my buddies. Among other things,” I reply, kissing her neck and lightly nipping at her earlobe.
Her eyes widen. “Oh Gab, I’m so sorry, you should hang out with your friends. I won’t bother you any more than I already have,” she says, moving off of me.
I pull her backward, pulling her legs to straddle me. My dick perks up at her touch.
“Bumper, if you move off my lap one more time, I’m going to have to show you just how much I would rather be here with you than with my friends,” I say, my voice low.
I stare into her eyes.
Cheeks flushed.
Lips parted.
Her hair falls, framing her face like a fucking halo, making her look more angelic than she already does.
Now that I’ve seen her, I couldn’t look away. I stroke her hair away as her eyes drop, then lock with mine.
“I just thought, I mean, we leave in a few days,” she says, stuttering as if she was nervous.
“Well, stop thinking that what I want to do doesn’t involve you. I want you to be with me. Go to dinner with me tonight,” I say, cupping her face in my hands.
“Okay, I can do dinner, but please spend time with your friends. We can spend all the time in the world together when we get home. I promise,” she says, wrapping her hands around my neck.
After Millie and I eat breakfast together, I get a shower and get ready for the day, afterwards heading to the main house to see and retrieve my daughter from my mother.
“Ciao, Mamma,” I yell, entering the foyer of my parent’s home.
I hear voices coming from the kitchen.
“Ah, Millie, I am so glad you finally came to visit me! Please make yourself at home,” my mom says cheerfully, moving to the refrigerator to grab sodas.
Aura’s head rests against Millie’s chest, and they both look so happy and content with each other’s company.
The sight hits me harder than I expect. It’s a quiet domestic moment that makes you ache a little, like your chest is too full for your ribs. Millie has her hand gently resting against Aura’s back, rhythmically patting in that instinctive way mothers do. My mother is vibrant and full of warmth, radiating that unmistakable Italian energy that turns a kitchen into the very heart of the universe.
