Page 57 of Dating the DILF
“Chrissy is going to come and get Lulu,” Thomas interrupts, and when I look at him, I notice the doctor walking away.
“Thanks, Tom.”
“I can take her home,” I offer. “I’m already here, it makes sense.”
“Are you sure?” Thomas asks. “It would be easier than Chrissy dragging the kids out this late.”
“It’s no trouble. I’ll take Miles’ car.”
Miles doesn’t seem convinced, but Thomas is already calling his wife to tell her to stay home.
It’s just the three of us now and Miles takes a step closer to me. He looks like he wants to reach out, but he’s holding himself back.
Without a second thought, I launch myself at him and wrap my free arm around his neck. He catches me and holds Lulu and me tight to him, breathing deeply.
We don’t say anything, now is not the time. Now, he just needs to know he has me. For as long as he wants me, I’m his.
I check on Lulu who is fast asleep on the sofa in the playroom. Pongo tucked under her tiny hand, she’s snoring softly, and I can’t take my eyes off her. How she suckered her way into my heart so easily, I’ll never know but I’ll be forever grateful.
Not wanting to wake her, I walk back to the kitchen and sit at the island bench. There’s a pint of ice cream before me, as well as an assortment of candy that I raided from the pantry. It’s safe to say I’ve been eating my feelings for the last few hours.
I grab a Kit Kat from the bag and shove it in my mouth, considering how lucky Robert was tonight. From what I gathered at my brief visit, he’s going to walk away from this relatively unscathed and I’m so thankful. The fear that was etched on Miles, Grayson, and Thomas’ faces will stay with me forever.
I hear the soft snick of the door opening, followed by quiet footsteps. There’s a pause and I know Miles is checking in on Lulu, so I wait. Because I would wait for this man until the end of time. I just hope he was prepared to do the same.
“Hey.” His whispered voice greets me, and I want to throw myself at him, just as I did at the hospital, but this time I’m the one holding myself back.
“Hi.”
We stare at each other across the room, the silence heavy with everything unresolved and unsaid.
“I fucked up, Chicago.”
“Yes.” I nod, because what else could I say?
“Were you ever coming back to me?”
I want to say yes. After everything he’s been through tonight, I want to give him that peace, but I can’t. Because I’m a coward and have spent most of my life ruled by fear.
Without Robert’s scare tonight, would I have found the courage to follow through and make that call?
“I don’t know.”
“Right.” He bites his lip and nods before taking the last few steps across the room and sitting next to me. “You can’t run every time I fuck up.”
“How often are you planning on fucking up?” I snap back causing him to laugh and lean down to kiss my neck.
“I’m sure it’ll be plenty.” He grabs the bag of Swedish Fish and bites the head off one, chewing thoughtfully. “I won’t let you go, I’ll always come after you. But it sure would make things easier if you could just be mad at me while we’re together.”
He side-eyes me, challenging me to argue.
“How about you try not to fuck up and I’ll try to yell and scream when you do, instead of running?”
“Deal.” He puts down the candy and offers me his hand, waiting for me to shake it. It reminds me of the first time he did it at the supermarket all those months ago. Who would have ever imagined we would end up here?
I take his hand and shake, but he pulls me to him, and I fall off my seat just as his mouth lands on mine. His tongue sweeps through my mouth and I can taste his apology. His promise. His intent.
We spend necessary moments savoring each other, and when we pull apart, I’m breathless.
