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“No baby, not yet, not in your mouth.” I scooped her up off the shower floor. She wrapped her legs around me, reaching between us and trying to slide my cock inside her. “Bed.”

She whimpered in my arms and ground her hips against mine, her center warm and slippery against me. I grabbed a towel from the hook, hastily drying both of us. I held her in my arms as I crawled into bed, slipping two fingers inside her to confirm that she was ready to take me.

“Look at me,” I demanded as I entered her with a sigh. “So tight.”

“Sam, please,” she begged, bucking against me. I began to move, painstakingly slow at first. She met me thrust for thrust, her breaths shallow.

“What do you need?”

“More.”

I captured her mouth in mine as the pace of our thrusts became more and more erratic. When I felt the beginning flutters of her orgasm, I quickened my pace to push her over the last threshold, following close behind and spilling myself inside her. I rested my forehead on hers, giving us both a minute to regain our composure. We were still catching our breath when the monitor signaled that Crew’s nap was over.

“Wow, couldn’t have timed that better if we tried. Goclean up. I’ll get him out of bed,” I told Kelsey as I pulled out of her and grabbed a pair of shorts from my dresser on the way to the nursery.

“Hey, Sam?” She called to me as she stood in front of the bathroom door. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“All of it.”

Today was a good day.

CHAPTER 43

Kelsey

Oh, my heart. When I finished cleaning up after earth-shattering sex with Sam, I came out of the bathroom and found him shirtless as he snuggled my boy. It was nearly impossible to distinguish between my love for my son and the growing emotions, dare I say love? – for this man. What is the catch? Sam was almost too nice, as he anticipated what Crew and I needed before we did.

“Ready for Mommy?” he asked, and Crew cooed back in response.

I crossed the room, wrapped my arms around them, kissed Sam on the lips, and then pressed my mouth to Crew’s head, inhaling his baby scent.

“Can we go up and sit outside?”

“Sure. Why don’t you two go ahead while I get some water?”

I made my way up to the top floor of Sam’s house, and I peeked into the spare bedroom and bathroom. Based on the other homes in the area, I guessed it was built in the early 1800s. There were three floors; the first had a kitchen, a dining area, and a small library. On the secondlevel was the master suite with a nursery and a second bedroom. The third floor had two more bedrooms. I loved it, but it was a lot for a single man.

I found a shaded seat on the patio and settled Crew at my breast. As hard as breastfeeding had been at the start, I was so thankful for these moments. I was forced to stop racing around, sit, and be present with my boy. Sam quickly joined us on the couch, setting the water down where I could reach it without disturbing Crew.

“I wanted to explain more about what I meant earlier when I thanked you. Words don’t always come out exactly right sometimes. My anxious brain jumbles things.” I took a sip of water, pausing to work through it again before I spoke.

“Since Crew was born, I’ve been in fight mode. Every day was a chore, just waking up and battling with the world for survival. I never felt like I could stop, breathe, and enjoy a single moment. Yes, he and I had some moments of peace mixed in, but there was always this sense that the other shoe would drop. I was working to live, and there wasn’t much else.

“I enjoyed my runs, but there was a practical purpose. Running was my medication. You’ve made me feel alive again, like I’m more than Crew’s mother. And while I love that feeling, my anxiety reminds me that this can all disappear as quickly as it appeared.” Sam looked out at the city skyline and took a moment to absorb what I’d said.

“Kels, before you, I had been in a multi-year-long casual friends-with-benefits situation with someone emotionally unavailable. My therapist would point out that this was common in adult children of alcoholic parents. We either avoid emotions and conflict or become people pleasers. I don’t trust many people, likely because my dad, someone I should have been able to trust, proved that I couldn’t controlhim time and time again. But there was something about you that made me want to try. And with Crew? I like to say you’re a package deal, but he’s got a hold of me too.”

With that, it all clicked into place. Sam was attentive because he had been conditioned to prioritize other people’s needs. He didn’t even realize he was doing it, but it was in everything he did. Even the $500 Uber tip was left as an apology when his mistakes may have impacted someone else. At that moment, I wanted to protect that scared little boy who only wanted his dad to recognize his accomplishments because while Sam was a grown man, that boy was still there looking for validation. And yes, love.

“I am responsible for protecting both Crew’s and my hearts, and while I should be more cautious, I feel in my gut that what you need more than anything is our vulnerability. I guess what I’m saying, Sam, they’re yours. My heart, his. Please go easy.”

By then, Crew had finished eating and leaned towards Sam, trying to get his attention. Sam took him from me and laid him on his lap the long way, eliciting giggles. He wiped a stray tear from his eye, pulled me towards his side, and kissed my head.

“I will.”

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