Page 121 of Tomorrow Belongs to Us
She starts the washing machine then turns around. “Hey, handsome. Remember this?” She nods behind her, at the washing machine.
Remember? I will never forget. “Similar room, different appliance.”
“Similar room, different apartment,” she corrects me. Her breasts jiggle softly as she walks towards me. These are her bedtime clothes, but I usually manage to strip them off her within minutes of her climbing into bed alongside me. She’s staying over tonight because Cassie has gone home after staying here for the weekend and Megan won’t stay the night if Cassie is here. She thinks it’s too soon for us to be sharing a bed with Cassie around.
“I love having you here.” My voice has that familiar rasp, the gravelly undertone which hints at my arousal. Where before I was measured and restrained, not wanting to rush things, she was forward, eager and wanton. But now our roles have reversed. I went two years without sex and then I met Megan and now all I want is her, all the time. It’s probably a good thing she stays at Arla’s place on some nights.
“It's only temporary.” Her hand reaches up to stroke my jaw and her finger traces along my scar. She only has to touch me, be near me, and my defenses weaken. My fingers loosen on the doorframe and my cock stiffens.
This is all it takes.
Her.
Near me.
I reach down and press my lips against hers, my hands tentatively wrapping around her waist, struggling not to drop lower and cup her sexy little bottom. She moans and nestles into my chest, her fresh flowery aroma wreaking havoc in my brain, sending signals to my excitable zones.
Cassie's tenth birthday is coming up and Megan and I have planned a ton of things for her. Vivian is throwing a party to which Megan and I aren't invited. Cassie mentioned that Mommy's doctor friend is coming. I'm assuming it's still Joachim. That might be the reason we're not invited, but also, Vivian hates Megan.
It didn't help that Megan was here when Vivian came to pick Cassie up earlier. It didn't help that I put my arm lovingly around Megan's waist and reeled her close to me. It especially didn't help that Cassie hugged Megan and told her she couldn't wait to go girlie shopping with her again, and that she excitedly showed her mother the fishtail braid Megan had done on her.
I had to hold back a chuckle, even with Vivian's ice cold face in front of me.
This morning Megan enticed Cassie into helping her bake cupcakes and cookies for a local cancer charity. I read student dissertations while the two of them had fun in the kitchen and it occurred to me that Megan spends so much time with my daughter; time which her own mother never has for her.
The contrast is hurtful and reassuring at the same time. Megan is amazing with Cassie, and Cassie seems to have taken a shine to her.
Once Megan decided to change jobs again, I sat Cassie down and explained who Megan was to me and why I couldn’t live with them anymore. Vivian’s therapist helped me, by becoming Vivian’s new plaything.
It hurt. It hurt like hell seeing Cassie’s lips wobble and her face turn sad. But then she said, “It’s okay, Daddy. Mommy laughs more when her doctor comes to see her. So, it’s okay if you don’t stay.”
The first meeting between the two most important females in my life was the scariest for me, but I hadn’t been prepared for Megan’s charm, for her friendliness, for the way she put Cassie at ease and her ability to win her over.
Turns out I didn’t have much to be worried about.
This weekend was the third time Cassie has come to stay and my two girls have been getting on just fine. Megan doesn't stay over on those nights when Cassie is here.
“It's too soon,” she told me. I’ll let her guide me. She’s been through this scenario, and she knows the damage that ensues when parents split up.
For now Megan lives with me, but stays with Arla when Cassie is here. She didn't work out the probationary period at the new firm because she had an interview from another firm closer to Boston and she accepted their offer. It wasn't because the money was better. It was because it was run by women and she liked that. She also liked that it was small, and she said she got a better vibe from it.
I like to think that maybe being closer to me, distance wise, might have had a bearing on her decision but who am I kidding? Megan is focused, driven and ambitious. She is the woman I always knew she’d grow up to be, and I will support her in anything she chooses.
She's been looking for an apartment in Boston and when I touched on the idea of her living with me, she told me that it was too soon and she needed her own space; that our being together was wonderful, but she didn't want to rush things.
It crushed my hopes but I understand. She's with me. We're together. I won't rush her into anything because I don’t need to. I'm just so happy that we met again.
Her hand dips down and she reaches straight for my cock. A devilish smile curls on her lips. “You're ready.”
“I’m always ready when you’re around.” It doesn't take much for me. A glance at her in her night clothes will do it in a heartbeat. She kisses me slowly, tenderly, while her fingers stroke me through the fabric of my pants. I'll have her naked and in my bed in no time, and then we'll spend all night doing unspeakable things. Dirty and delicious.
“I need to order the balloon arch,” she says, between kisses and strokes.
“The … what?” My brain is thick with fog.
She pulls back and looks up at me through thick lashes, her eyes dark with desire. “For Cassie’s party.”
She’s thinking of Cassie’s birthday party, in this moment?
