Page 92 of Love Resurrected
Thank god.
“Hey!” I answer.
“Hey, you, sorry yesterday was so crazy rushed, but I have someone here who wants to say hi to you.” She moves the camera angle to her chest where I see baby Audrey sleeping.
“Ohmigod, Sadie, she’s so beautiful!” I whisper.
“I know, right? Especially for a newborn. That’s got to be those Ethan Stone genes at work, because I was one hell of an ugly baby.”
“Stop, you’re gorgeous. And I’ve seen pictures, you were a perfectly fine-looking baby.”
She was an ugly baby, but I don’t want to admit that right now. I also can’t lie to her, soperfectly fine-lookingit is.
“Ha,” she responds. “You said perfectly fine-looking. You totally agree, you just won’t admit it.”
She’s right.
“Can I be selfish and steal your attention for a few minutes?”
“That’s not selfish, and of course you can. Ethan left to go get coffee when you texted, so we could have girl time.”
“I love that man.”
“Me too.” She smiles big and looks so vibrant and happy. It’s hard to believe that less than a day ago, I was afraid of losing her forever.
“Brad and I had sex again last night,” I whisper.
“Why are you whispering?”
“I don’t want to wake the baby. I also don’t want her to hear about sex.”
Sadie laughs. “It’s fine. So far, she sleeps like the dead. And we haven’t had the birds and the bees talk yet, so she has no clue about S-E-X.”
She winks at me and a flood of reassurance rushes through me as I realize she’s stillmySadie. I just have to share her with a couple other people.
“So, was it good?” she asks.
“God, yes. Every time.”
“Every time? As in, more than once?”
I tell her about the truck and the drive home. Then about what I was thinking after he dropped me off. And finally, that he came back.
“Three more times at my house. And, Sadie, my god, it was, like, explosive. I lost track of how many times I came. He was like a machine, pistoning in and out of me with such speed and precision, all I could do was try to hang on and enjoy the ride. Doggy style, missionary, reverse cowgirl, cowgirl, tabletop, shoulder holder—”
“What’s shoulder holder?”
“You know, when your ankles are up on his shoulders?”
“Oh, yeah.” She sighs. “I like that one.”
“Yeah, me too.” I half-laugh. “He was . . . it was . . . I have no words. I’m not sure he’s human. That said, I’m not sure I can ever return to having sex with mere humans again.” I sigh.
“Wow.”
“Yeah. He was like the energizer penis and I was his receptacle of love.”
She snort-laughs. “Receptacle of love?”
