Page 47 of Senior

Once the bath water ran cold, Senior drained the tub and turned on the shower for me. I wasn’t surprised when he stripped down to join me inside. A little kissing and touching lead to me with my back against the wall and my legs around his waist with him deep inside me. His stamina was nothing like our first night back together.

Tonight, he took me in the shower the bed, up against the wall, the kitchen island when we called ourselves pausing for a snack, the back of the couch, and back to the bed again. Currently, I was laying against his chest, hair all over my damn head. He lay with one harm behind his head, the other around me, and his eyes closed. Soft music served as our background noise.

I stared up at him, admiring his features. My nails gently stroked his beard. It was crazy that we were back here. It was different this time. We were different. There weren’t any kids to raise. No significant others. No work getting in the way. For the first time in a long time, we only had ourselves.

“Why are you staring at me like a creep?” Senior asked.

“Are you not mine to stare at?” I countered.

One of his eyes opened and he peered down at me with a smirk. “You right.” He pressed a kiss to my forehead and wrapped his other arm around me. “Look at you claiming me like you didn’t abandon me for four days.”

I playfully slapped his chest. “Did you not make me apologize for that?”

“It didn’t have to happen though, love. We’re turning over a new leaf. We can’t bring the shit we used to do into this.”

The truth was, I ran because I was afraid.

I sighed. “You’re right.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“I said you’re right, Stanley.”

He grinned. “That’s what I thought. Stubborn ass. You wonder where our son gets it from. You, woman.”

I rolled my eyes as I snuggled closer to him. For a while, it was quiet between us. He softly sung along with the music while rubbing my back. My body completely relaxed against him.

“Can I tell you something?” I said softly.

“What’s that?”

“Aaron low key gave us permission to be together if something happened to him.”

He chuckled. “Really?”

“He did. It was a few months before his death. He called me in his office to read over his will and remind me where all his important paperwork was. I said something about getting married so late in life and he reminded me that I could have been married if I hadn’t turned down six proposals from you.”

“I mean, the man wasn’t wrong.”

“Shut up, Stanley. Anyway, he said you told him it would always be smoke behind me and he wouldn’t be mad if you picked up the pieces when he was gone.”

“Why?”

“Because he knew you would love and take care of me.”

“See, now we can’t disappoint a dead man. Not after he gave his blessing. I knew I liked that nigga.”

I rolled my eyes. “Oh, now you like him?”

“Aaron was my guy. It was always love when we were around each other. Was I jealous he had you? Absolutely the fuck yes. But if it wasn’t me, I was glad it could be him. He was good to you and my son. You were happy and that was what mattered to me over all. You know somebody is gonna start some shit when we go public right?”

I huffed as I turned over so I could be the little spoon. “Probably Kathy’s ass. I’m gonna put hands on her at some point. I can feel it.”

“Nah, you too pretty to be fighting. Let Daddy handle it. I’ll show her a magic trick and make that ass disappear.”

I giggled. “Okay, Daddy.”

He pulled me closer to him and nuzzled his nose against my ear. “Come on and go to sleep. You and that Nyquil and I’m sleepy as hell right now.”