“I sure hope so,” she whispers.
It’ll happen. I’ll take her to bed late tonight and remind her of what we did in this house the first time we were here together.
“You always makeme feel so good,” Greer purrs as she snuggles up against me.
“Same.” I chuckle softly. “How the hell did I come twice in thirty minutes?”
She slides the tip of her tongue over her bottom lip. “I had no idea after I blew you that you’d fuck me senseless minutes later.”
My gaze trails over her naked body. “I want to go again.”
She kisses the center of my chest. “Let’s catch our breath first.”
“I’ll get a washcloth to clean you up,” I whisper as I kiss her forehead.
We stopped using condoms the day I moved into the townhouse. That was almost two months ago now.
Greer is on birth control. We want another child, but we’re going to take some time to enjoy our daughter together first. Rook directed us to a friend of his who practices family law.She’s been helping us with the paperwork that’s required to ensure I’m Olive’s legal father on record. She’s also handled our daughter’s surname change.
“Okay,” she murmurs.
I get up to head toward the bathroom attached to our bedroom. I stop in place when I notice the moonlight filtering in through the break between the sheer curtains that cover the large window overlooking the beach.
I tug them open more, allowing the light to stream in. It’s dim, but it hits the bed in just the right way, casting a beautiful glow on the woman I love.
She’s on her side. I can tell she’s deep in thought. I hope to fuck she’s thinking about the same thing I am.
“Let’s go out to the pool for a glass of wine,” she suggests. “The moon is beautiful tonight. Let’s not waste that view.”
“Last one to get dressed is getting pushed in the pool.” I laugh. “Go.”
She’s out of bed with her sundress over her head in no time flat. I don’t even have a chance to get my jeans in my hand before she calls it a win for herself.
“I’ll get the wine,” she says. “You get ready to get wet.”
She slides on a pair of panties from one of the dresser drawers before she swings open our bedroom door and walks out, closing it with a soft click behind her.
I get dressed, taking time to pick a clean and pressed button-down shirt. I clean my eyeglasses, brush my teeth and my hair, and look in the mirror.
If anyone had told me a year ago this would be my life, I would have laughed in their face, but I’m about to make it even better.
I head out into the hallway, stopping briefly to open the door to the bedroom Olive declared was hers now. She’s fast asleep, dreaming of only good things, I hope.
I shut the door quietly, sprint down the stairs, and make my way straight out to the pool.
The tiny white lights that are strung from all the trees around the property are lit up. With the moonlight adding its own special magic to the moment, it looks like a fantasy come to life.
Greer is standing on the pool deck, looking at the still water. A light breeze is gently moving the skirt of her dress. Her long hair is cascading over her shoulders.
“The breeze is carrying the scent of the lilacs this way,” she says. “Can you smell it, Holden?”
The fact that she knew I was behind her brings me joy. I can always feel it when she walks into a room. It’s the same for her.
She’s shared the significance of white lilacs with me. Knowing they were Celia’s favorite flowers helps me appreciate them more when I sit in the garden of our home in Manhattan with our daughter.
It seems appropriate that they’re adding a subtle touch to this moment.
I drop to a knee. “Turn around, Greer.”
