Bath time is over and the three of us lie on Lucy’s bed listening to Luke tell her a story about going to his first baseball game with his dad as a little boy.
“Will you take me to a baseball game, Daddy?” she asks as her eyelids start to get heavy.
“Daddy will take you anywhere you want to go, sweetheart.” Luke kisses her on the forehead and smiles. “Good night, my precious little girl.”
“Good night, Daddy.”
About an hour after putting our daughter to bed, Luke and I decide to call it a night ourselves. We have spent the whole time discussing plans for Lucy’s birthday party. Both of us take my suitcases up the stairs to the bedroom where I will be sleeping. After placing them on the floor in the room, I turn to Luke. He pulls me into his arms and smashes his lips to mine, kissing me deeply and passionately. Running my arms up and down his chest, I place my hand over his heart. I can feel it beating so fast and strong. Suddenly, he pulls away from me.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, looking into his eyes.
“Nothing’s wrong. I just hate the idea of not holding you in my arms all night.”
“I know babe. Me, too. But in just a few more days we will talk to Lucy about all of this.”
Groaning, he places a kiss on my forehead and tells me good night as he turns around and quietly shuts the door. I stand there for a few minutes staring at it, wanting to go to him. I pull myself away from those thoughts and get myself ready for bed. Turning out the lights and pulling back the covers, I climb into bed where I toss and turn for what seems like hours.
I can’t do this. I need to be with him. We have been away from each other for so long. I need him as much as he needs me.
I climb out of bed and take inventory as to what I am wearing; black boy shorts and a hot pink t-shirt. To hell with it! I grab my cell phone off of the nightstand and I’m off to Luke’s room. I open my door slowly; I don’t want it to make any noise to wake up Lucy. Lord knows if that girl wakes up I will not make it to my destination, and I need to get there! That girl has no qualms over getting me into bed with her. I love my daughter but her bed is not where I want to be tonight.
I walk to Luke’s door, knocking softly and praying Lucy doesn’t hear. Not even two seconds go by and Luke swings the door open. He’s standing there in his black boxer briefs.
“Shayne, I was just coming to your room,” he says to me in his bedroom voice.
“I couldn’t take it. I need to be in your arms tonight,” I tell him. He grabs me by my waist and pulls me into his hard chest. He closes the door, locks it behind me and takes me to his King size bed. God, this bed is huge. Of course it would seem that way when you’re used to sleeping in a full size bed.
“Luke, as much as I hate saying this, I want us to just hold each other for a while and talk,” I say in a soft voice, not wanting to make eye contact with him. “I need to talk to you about Lucy and how we are going to get to the point where we can share a bed.” I’m nervous to say this to him because I don’t want him to think all I want is sex. Well, okay. So maybe I do want sex, but we need to talk about our living situation and what is going to be best for us currently.
“Shayne, I totally agree with you. We need to make Lucy as comfortable as possible in my house. I want to have the best relationship possible with her and she is precious to me. I am so happy that you both are here in my house with me. Do I want you in my bed every night? Absofuckinglutely. Am I patient to wait for Lucy to get comfortable with us? Yes. But I’ve got to tell you, it’s going to kill me knowing you are only fifty feet away from me wearing next to nothing each night.”
OMG! My panties are totally soaked from his admission to me!
“Luke, I have an idea. Just hear me out,” I look into his eyes, smiling at him.
“We get Lucy to bed and wait about an hour, and then I will come to you. I’ll set the alarm on my cell phone, that way I can get to my room before she wakes up.”
“God, Shayne. I would love going to sleep with you every night in my arms. I love that you’d do that for me, for us. And it’s not just one sided. I can come into your room as well. I don’t want you feeling I want you in my room every night,” he tells me with a smirk on his face.
“Well since you put it that way, I can’t wait to be wrapped up in your big, strong arms. I love feeling them around me. I feel protected when I am in them. Of course your rock-hard abs don’t hurt either,” I wink at him, then grab the hem of my hot pink t-shirt and pull it over my head. “Seeing you in just your underwear makes it only fair for me to be in mine,” I tell him.