Water went spraying everywhere. Tyler squealed and I rushed to open the bathroom door. “Where are your tools?”
Tyler pointed towards the bottom of the kitchen sink and I went rushing over to grab a spanner wrench. I ran back and turned the water off as soon as I could, but not before soaking the floor and us.
I stood up, looking at Tyler. She started laughing and couldn’t stop. I had to laugh with her. “If we were married, nothing would ever work in this house, do you realize that? We’d never be able to wash, cook, nothing. Not after what you made me do.”
Tyler gasped. “What I made you do?” She looked at me all innocent, like I had hurt her feelings. All I could do was shake my head.
“You don’t think Jeremy heard, do you?”
Tyler looked up towards the stairs. “Normally when he’s as tired as that, nothing wakes him. Why don’t you go check and I’ll mop up the floors. We can take a shower and I’ll dry our clothes.”
Taking a shower with Tyler sounded fucking awesome right now. I nodded and walked up the stairs to Jeremy’s room. I halted at the door, frightened I may wake him. I pushed his door open and peeked in. He was just where I left him, sound asleep. He looked so peaceful, I could watch him for hours. I gently closed the door behind me and walked towards Tyler’s room. I threw my wet clothes on the bathroom floor. Smiling, I couldn’t ignore the little imp inside me.
A couple of minutes later, Tyler came in, her eyes widening at my nakedness. Her gaze soon drifted, landing on the toilet paper.
She rushed towards it and pulled it off. “You fucking little shit! Do you realize you got Jeremy doing this now?”
I started laughing and pulled her towards me. “You’re so sexy when you get angry.”
Tyler pushed me away and went back to put the toilet paper on her way. “Don’t push it, Dean.” She looked at me with that raised sexy eyebrow of hers and turned the shower on. She then pulled her dress off over her head and unclasped her bikini bra. She stood there, completely bare, and all I could do was stare at her. She was too beautiful for words.
“Are you joining me, or are you just going to stand there and stare at me all day?”
I looked into her eyes and smiled. “I think I may do both.”
We got in and had sex once more. This time, it was more intimate. I was able to take my time and Tyler let me. My Rosey needed working up and I knew just how she liked it. I was determined not to disappoint.
After the shower, we dried ourselves off and Tyler slipped into a pair of silky boxer shorts and a t-shirt that read I tried to be normal once. Worst two minutes of my life. I had to chuckle at that. It was true for both of us.
Because I didn’t have anything else to wear, I kept the towel wrapped around my waist. Tyler tried to at least find a t-shirt for me, but couldn’t find anything.
Giving up, we walked downstairs and Tyler loaded all our clothes into the dryer, then she turned and looked at me. “Can I ask you something?”
I sucked in a breath and exhaled “Anything.”
“Will you cuddle with me? You know, like we used to when we were younger?”
I smiled, thinking that there wasn’t anything else I would rather do right now.
She took my hand and led me towards her big sofa. Tyler sprawled out, then I climbed on. She snuggled into my side and buried her head into my chest. The smell of her breezed past my nostrils and I had to close my eyes for a second, wondering if this was all a dream. Surely this couldn’t be real. Surely, after everything that had happened, I wasn’t actually lying here with Tyler in my arms.
I felt her squeeze me a little and my eyes shot back open. No. I wasn’t dreaming. And, right now, I was the happiest fucking man on the planet.
Something was tugging on my arm. My head was fuzzy with sleep, so I didn’t pay much attention to it. I felt it again and my eyes flung open.
Jeremy was staring back at me with a smile. “What are you doing asleep on the sofa? Mommy says you never sleep on the sofa. It’s bad for you.”
I looked down at Tyler and saw she was still asleep, a smile on her face. It made me wonder for a moment if she was dreaming. And, if so, could it possibly be of me?
I motioned with my finger for Jeremy to keep quiet. “We fell asleep, but we didn’t mean to.” I felt strange having to defend myself to my son, but I didn’t want him to be upset by what he saw.
Jeremy leaned in and whispered, “Pancakes.”
“What?” I whispered back.
“I want pancakes. Can you make me pancakes?”
I nodded with a wink. “I think I can if you show me the way, grown-up.”
Jeremy giggled a little. As gently as I could, I tried to maneuver Tyler off me. She was snuggled up tight and I hated letting her go, but duty called.