Lex(138)
Yuck!
“Ewwww, gross, Gage.” I whine, scrunching my face in disgust.
“The smell of Lex, is there anything sexier?”
I think I might have just puked in my mouth a little.
“Flowers? Anything other than my panties that I’ve worn all day.”
Shaking his head, he audibly inhales. “Mmmmm, nope.”
“If you don’t stop, I am going to puke.”
“Me smelling you grosses you out?”
“Smelling me? No. Smelling those.” I point to my blue lace panties in his hand. “Yes.”
“What if I masturbated with them? Would that turn you on?”
The freak is in the building tonight.
“Gage, honey. Do you forget that…I’m how do you call it?”
“Sexy?”
I chuckle, shaking my head. “No. Inexperienced.”
“Do my perversions turn you off?”
“No. They do kind of make me feel strange though. I’ve gone without wanting any sex, to wanting it nonstop. Then you want to add kinky things. I’m not ready. If you want to masturbate with my panties, then you are welcome to. I’d rather take a bath, and then spend a night cuddling in bed with you. It’s been a long day.”
Gage
Fuck! I’m a damn idiot. Here I thought smelling her panties would be funny and maybe turn her on a little. Not make her sick. My brain isn’t feeling so well tonight, I’m off my Lex game, should have known better.
I had a glass of wine at my dad’s and I probably shouldn’t have. Maybe that’s causing my lapse in judgment. My doctor told me the last time I was there to stop drinking anything but water. I can’t do that and keep my family from being suspicious. My kidneys last Thursday night took a little longer than usual on dialysis. This is what happened the last time I went into renal failure. I started to rapidly decline. I pray that I can make it to Tuesday without having to go to the hospital. Maybe tomorrow I’ll go in for a session instead of Tuesday. I can sneak it in over lunch. Emma will be home with Lex all day, and I won’t have to worry about her getting to the babysitters, should work out perfectly.
“I’m sorry, okay let’s take a bath.” My libido has gone from rock solid to sleepy. I wish I could discuss this with Lex. Talk to her about how I’m feeling, both physically and emotionally. I can’t though. I don’t want to worry her.
Sliding into the tub, I grab her foot into my lap and massage it, while we sit in silence, just watching each other. My beautiful woman, damn she’s sexy.
“I love you.” I state. I can never say it enough.
“I love you more.”
I shake my head, there is no way she loves me more.
“Do you forgive me about earlier?”
“Yes.”
“How do you feel about Emma calling you…”
“Mommy?”
“Yeah.”
“I love it. Maybe I shouldn’t, and I hope it’s okay, but I feel like a mom.”
“You are.”
“So that doesn’t bother you?”
“No. Why would it? The woman I want to spend my life with and my daughter, our daughter, wanting to call you mommy after a short time. It’s like a dream come true.”
Lex lovingly smiles at me. “You are my dream come true.”
That’s it. It’s official. Lex knows she’s my soul mate and realizes I’m hers. I need to get this date tattooed on my body. The day the love of my life met my family, they love her and Emma calls her mommy. The day that my life is sailing in the right direction, never to turn back.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Monday
Lex
“Daddy says he hopes you’re being a good princess.” I tell my princess who’s in her own toy corner in the living room, sitting crisscross applesauce. That’s the new politically correct term for Indian style. Emma recently taught it to me.
This morning Emma helped me carry in a wooden kid’s desk, a chocolate toy box with her name engraved in the lid and a small whiteboard from the garage. I bought the stuff for her toy corner online last week when I was at work. The same day I ordered Gage’s tie and cufflinks. Her stuff was delivered on Thursday and Roni made sure it was stored in the garage until I had time to get to it. Guess she loves it because as soon as we set it up, she’s not left her own personal corner. I thought about making her use her bedroom as a toy space. Then I quickly nixed that idea. I want her where I can see her and watch her play, not stuffed in a bedroom. No matter how much she seems to love it.
“Nuh-uh, Mommy.” Emma giggles, placing a sparkly pink pony wearing a frilly tutu on the top of her closed toy box, still wearing her own pink princess pj’s and slippers. I’m relaxing on the couch, Sherpa blanket strewn over my legs, my feet resting on the edge of the coffee table. Leaving my legs bent at the right angle to hold my laptop. I’m working from home today. Which means I get to do the pajama thing too. Blue silky shorts and a matching floral print top. My hair pulled up into a messy bun, making me look more and more like my mother. Not that, that’s a bad thing.