I transferred the first load to the dryer, and set the next lot to clean. Ordinarily I liked to line dry, but with two babies in the house, clothing was a constant need.
I picked up a folded load and went to the twins’ room, finding it empty. I put away their tiny clothes then went in search of Erik and the boys.
I found them in Erik's room.
I'm gonna have to clean the bedroom, cause I'm pretty sure my ovaries just exploded.
Erik was passed out on the bed, the twins nuzzled into either side of him, all of them sleeping peacefully.
DILF. The man is a DILF. I am in sooo much trouble.
I stood there, just taking in the quiet peace of this beautiful man and his two sons. I couldn't deny the chemistry between us. Liv, the crew, even the nanny had commented on it. We revolved around each other, joking and laughing to such an extent Liv had asked if we wanted to co-host a show.
Erik had declined, but I couldn't help but wish he'd said yes.
And that's terrifying.
My life was in New York. My family lived there; my core business was in there.
But you could work from anywhere…
I shook off the tempting thought. My career was just beginning, my world expanding in a way that I'd never imagined.
Not to mention you've only just met the guy and he has two other pretty big priorities. Hell, you haven't even kissed him yet.
Yeah, I really needed to get my head on straight and my mojo locked down. Travelling for a potential four months of the year wasn't exactly conducive to a stable family life.
On silent feet, I backed out of the room, leaving the sleeping boys and their incredibly yummy daddy to their nap. I headed back to the laundry but startled as I entered the kitchen, finding Liv seated at the island.
"Jesus," I said, hand pressed to my heart. "Warn a girl next time."
Liv chuckled, holding up an open bottle of white wine, eyebrow raised in question.
"Please," I said as I passed her. "Let me just get this last load of washing on and I'll be right back."
I swapped out the wet clothes with dirty, setting to the spin cycle and loading the dryer before returning.
Liv held her glass in one hand, twirling it absently, her head cradled in the palm of her other hand.
"You okay?" I asked, sliding onto the stool beside her and reaching for my glass.
"Mm," she murmured, her eyes glued to the wine.
I let her have silence, both of us decompressing after a long week.
"You know, I'm conflicted," Liv finally said, breaking the companionable silence. "I have this friend, she's talented, a hard worker, hilarious, and oh so wonderful. She's also the host of my most popular show," she tossed me a grin but it faded a moment later, her eyes locked with mine. "And she's the first woman my beautiful, generous, loving brother has shown interest in for years. She sparkles when he speaks to her, he lights up when she enters the room."
Liv paused, considering me.
I swallowed past the lump in my throat, "and your dilemma?"
"Do I encourage this because I know these two people would be perfect together, or do I discourage them knowing it's just as likely there will be heart break?"
I opened my mouth, words failing me.
"Hey, anyone home?" this came from the entry, the sound of a door slamming followed the voice. Upstairs, I heard a piercing cry, the noise waking the babies.
Liv sighed, her lip pressing into a thin line. "Drink your wine, Laura. We're gonna need it."
