–Damon–
It felt like a fantasy. Our lovemaking was incredible—and the way she surprised me? Damn. It made me want to marry her all over again. She was resting now, still wearing that sheer one-piece, leaving nothing to the imagination.
I rubbed her hip, her exposed flawless buttcheeks and kissed the top of her head. Then I heard Sky's voice.
"Mama? Dada?"
Knocking echoed from a distance, growing closer until it reached our bedroom door. I ignored it and pulled my wife closer, but his cries grew louder.
"Dada!" That one sounded real.
Livana pushed my hand away.
"Alright," I laughed softly and kissed her lips. I covered her with the duvet, went to the closet, pulled on something decent, and opened the door just as he dashed forward. I scooped him up instantly.
"Mama is ouchie," I told him gently, wiping his tears.
"Kissy." He pointed toward the bed.
That was when I finally noticed the mess—his toys scattered everywhere. Yes. It definitely needed cleaning.
