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She shrugs. “It’s not the same one as last year. Vickie doesn’t seem to care as long as we try to be discreet.”
“You need to clean up too. Let’s go together.”
Helping her up, I wrap my arm around her shoulder. I pull my shirt over her before I pull my own pair of boxers back on. I grab her shampoo, two towels, and some washcloths, then I open the door, looking both ways. The hall is quiet, so I usher her down the hall into the bathroom. Once there, I turn on the shower.
“Go clean up and meet me inside.”
She nods, going to a stall to do her business as I jump in the cold shower, cleaning my hands and cock. By the time Peyton makes it inside, the water is warm. I take my time washing every inch of her body, only turning the water off when I’m sure she’s clean. Then I wrap her in a towel before wrapping my lower half with one as well. Grabbing all of our things, I hurry back to the room.
After drying off, we climb back into bed, Peyton settling back into my arms.
“Thank you for doing that. It was better than I expected.”
I kiss her temple. “I’m always down to try anything you want.”
She smiles with her eyes closed. “I’m thinking some DP next time.”
I nearly choke. “I’m not sharing you. That’s one thing I won’t do.”
“No, but you don’t seem to mind using toys…”
“You dirty girl,” I tell her. “Get some rest. You have class in a few hours.”
“Okay,” she mumbles sleepily.
As she drifts off, I lay my head on hers, content with the way my life is.
It can’t get any better than this.
twenty-six
My stomach rolls and my hands shake as we walk into the courthouse. I know today should go smoothly and that no matter the outcome, I’ll be fine, but that doesn’t stop the nerves from consuming me. I don’t know when it happened, but sometime between finding out about the inheritance and now, I’ve decided I want it.
I deserve to not worry about paying for my next semester of classes or worrying about if I’ve saved enough to get coffee more than once a day. I deserve to spend time in the home my dad grew up in. It’s my right to know about the people whose blood runs through my veins. I want to know if I have my grandfather’s eyes or if I have my grandmother’s build.
I want to know them. I want to know everything I can, and that can’t happen unless the judge signs off on it today. Matthias wanted me to have these things too, and that’s probably what eats at me the most. If I could just go back in time and sit downwith him for five minutes, I would, but I can’t. That’s not how death works.
“It’s a little different in here today compared to the last time we were here,” Beckett murmurs, pulling me out of my thoughts.
“No wedding bells today.” I smile.
“You know, that was the best day of my life,” he says, making me roll my eyes.
“You’re ridiculous.”
“But you love me,” he quips.
Before I can say anything, Mr. Piper approaches.
“Good to see you two again. I hope married life is treating you well,” he says as he shakes our hands.
“Better than one would expect when going through all of this,” Beckett tells him as he tips his head toward the courtroom.
“All right, are you two ready to head inside?” he asks, looking between us.
“Let’s do this.”
“Now I want to warn you, Peyton, it’s going to get ugly. You’ll probably hear some things for the first time, but I need you to keep your emotions in check. If anyone’s going to have an outburst, we need it to be the opposing side,” he tells me.
