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We head upstairs, and while I hop in the shower, he goes back downstairs with a towel and brings back our clothes. I kiss him as I exit the shower and he hops in. We don’t have any soap here so it’s more of a rinse off and we’ll have to shower tomorrow when we each get home.

We spend the rest of the day talking and playing games on our phones. We order takeout again for dinner, and when we call it a night, we curl up in his new bed, and I do truly have the best sleep of my life.

CHAPTER 30

Matt

Imanage to convince Zoey to spend the majority of Sunday with me. We lay in bed and talked. We talked about what I’ll do if Hazel does come back looking for Jayden. Zoey watched as I texted Hazel that any communication will need to go through my lawyer and gave her his details. I don’t want to give her an inch and she then takes a mile, and it ends up biting me in the ass down the road. I’m not risking losing my son, not after I just got him. Jayden deserves consistency. He deserves a loving home, and I plan to do everything in my power to give that to him.

I day dream with Zoey. I tell her about how I want to fill the house with happy kids and hear laughter and running feet; how I want to see a big Christmas tree beside the fireplace and stockings hung. I don’t expressly tell her that I’m thinking about all of that with her, but I hope she knows she’s the only person I could think about any of that with. Lying in bed with her on my chest as I run my fingers through her hair feels right. It feels natural. Having her this close brings an overwhelming sense of calm to me. I spend every day worried about Jayden and whether I’m doing right by him. Am I raising him correctly? Am I giving him everything he needs? Those thoughts don’t just magically disappear when I’m near her, but they don’t feel like this weight that’s going to crush me if I move the wrong way.

After dropping Zoey off at home, I head to my parents’ to pick up Jayden. I tell them about the house I bought and that I’m moving in as soon as possible. When we were doing the open houses, the guys offered to help move when it came to that. I’ve been packing slowly since the open houses, putting everything I don’t need in boxes. I’ve got a good amount done, and the guys are coming over on Wednesday night to move the furniture. Mom, Dad, and Gi say they’ll come help as well, and I leave knowing I have a plan to get all of this done.

Jayden is beat by the time we get home. I’m sure Mom and Gi played with him like crazy, and having Cate there all weekend means he had a play buddy. I put him down and decide to pack a few more boxes. I grab my phone, stick a headphone in, and smile as I pull up Zoey’s number. She picks up on the second ring.

“Hi.” I can hear the smile in her voice.

“Hi.”

We both let silence fill the line, like just knowing the other person is on the other end of it is comforting.

“How’s my boy?” she asks, and I grin.

“Oh, I’m just fine.”

“Haha, you know who I’m talking about.”

I do, and I love that she just called him her boy. The bond those two have amazes me every day. Jayden’s favourite toy is the blue stuffed elephant Zoey got him. He swings it from its ear or trunk when he’s happy, and I constantly find the thing in his mouth.

“He’s beat. He had plenty of fun with his cousin, his Aunt Gi, and Grandma and Grampa. I put him down as soon as we got home. What are you up to now?”

I hear shuffling through the line. “I’m in bed reading. You?”

Images of Zoey lying in bed in sexy pyjamas immediately fill my mind. “I’m packing, but I think the most important question is, what are you wearing?”

She laughs, and the sound fills me with joy. “How about you pack and after each finished box I’ll describe something to you, and when you get five done, I just may let you listen to me as I play with my pussy and moan your name as I come.”

I groan and brace myself on the counter. “You like to torture me, don’t you, Bug?”

“I do, but know it’s so much better when I get to do it in person and watch just how needy you get.”

“I’ll always need you,” I say without thinking. Not wanting to freak her out, I move on. “So, I just have to pack a box and you’ll describe in detail for me what you’re wearing?”

“Uhuh.”

I quickly move around the kitchen, packing foods I know I won’t use in the next couple of days, and as soon as it’s done, I say. “First box, done.”

“Good boy,” she purrs, and fuck, it goes straight to my cock. I’ve never enjoyed being called that. It always sounded too much like what you say to dogs. But coming from Zoey’s mouth, it turns me on. “I’m wearing a red silk two-piece set. There’s lace along the bottom hem of my shorts.”

I wait, listening for more details and when nothing comes, I work on the next box, talking to her about random things and trying to keep myself sane. I tell her when the second box is done, and she praises me again.

“When I stand, these shorts barely cover my ass. If I were to bend over, you’d catch a glimpse of it.”

“Fuck,” I groan, and I swear I hear a slight chuckle from her.

I look at my cabinets and figure I have enough for probably one more box and start tossing it all in a box, barely paying attention to how it goes in. I have to stop myself from shouting “done” when I finish.

“The tank top dusts against my lower stomach, showing you a sliver of skin between its hem and my shorts.”

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