To a place I’d thought unattainable.
Nonexistent.
But it was only this one fiery woman who could show me what was possible.
The one to shine her light into my life.
Reawaken what was lost.
Remind me of my purpose.
I slipped my hand up her skirt and rubbed her clit.
It was seismic, the explosion that went off between us.
Combustion.
Decimation.
But sometimes it takes fire to remold the misshapen.
And as for me?
I would gladly burn for the rest of my life.
It was quiet as we edged through the darkened house, and the stairs creaked beneath our quieted footsteps as we ascended.
My arm draped around her shoulder and her cheek pressed to my chest.
She was barefoot, her shoes dangling from my fingers. We hit the landing and moved down the hall, and I wasn’t surprised at all when she took the left into Kai’s room.
His door was cracked open, the same as Meems’s, in case he woke in the night.
He rarely did, anymore.
The nightmares distant.
This home his safety.
These walls fortified with love.
I saw to it that his biological mother had enough money that she would never show her face again, rights signed off to me and Brinley.
Brinley who came to stand over his crib.
The kid dressed in motorcycle pajamas, cherub cheeks pink, his thumb in his mouth, sucking away in his peaceful dreams.
“He’s so beautiful. I could stand here and stare at him all night.” Brinley ran tender fingers through his hair. “I never thought I’d get brave enough to allow myself a family.”
From behind, I curled my arms around her waist, hooked my chin on her shoulder, and rocked her slowly as I gazed down at our boy.
“I didn’t think I’d be brave enough, either. Not until you showed me that I could be enough.”
“You’re more than enough,” she whispered.
“That’s what I’m going to be, Brinley. To both of you. To every kid we get lucky enough to make. More than enough because you deserve everything.”
Brinley
