The Absolution of Aidan(60)

I look from the living room where Dilan is on his computer to my woman on the phone. For the first time in my life, I told a woman I loved her. And I fucking do. More than anything.

Last night meant everything to me. Not only did we tell each other how we felt, but my god, she named my son after me. It’s right there in black and white on his birth certificate. I already knew she was an exceptional mother, but this, this shows me how she put him before anyone else. Hell, I could have denied him. Made her take a paternity test. She had no clue what my reaction was going to be, and yet she did this for him.

Again, we talked for hours last night after dinner and putting the baby to bed. We made love for the first time. Slowly. I may love to savor her body, take my time with every inch of her, but god, when you look down at a woman whose eyes shine brightly with love for only you, it’s a beautiful feeling.

She knows I’m meeting my dear old mother today. Deidre doesn’t want her here or anywhere near our son. I made it perfectly clear to her that I don’t either. Once I find out whatever the hell Alexis thinks is so important for me to know, then I hope I never see her again. I’ll make damn sure she knows it too. I failed to mention the text messages I received from Ryan. I feel like shit for keeping it from her, but how in the hell am I supposed to tell her that our son has been threatened? No damn way am I going to give her any more reason to worry. Not when she’s happy about being able to work from home. Little did I know the gift I gave her would spark a flame under her sexy ass. God, I fucking love her.

Our talks are becoming more important to me every day. I may sound like a pussy-whipped motherfucker, but who gives a shit. What happens between her and I in the privacy of our home is between us. And yes, our home. Wherever these two are, I will be.

Over the course of these past few weeks, I can now say we know more about each other than I realized. Every day we both learn a little more, and I fucking love it.

She’s been on the phone all damn day with her uncle, discussing her brilliant idea of baking at home. I have one more gift for her. He knows what it is. He better keep his promise and not tell her. She’s rambling on about having her baked goods getting picked up and delivered to his bakery, while her mom, Anna, and Grace unload all this stuff she purchased this morning to start baking. Thank fuck she has another spare room here we can use for storage. This is her thing. She’s damn good at it. I just need to remind her before I take off to pick up my darling mother from the airport to save some of the left over batter. I’m hard as a goddamn brick wall thinking about dripping her sweet mixture down her sexy as sin body, then taking my time licking it off.

“I’m proud of you.” I speak the truth. I couldn’t be more pleased with her. Not once has she shown a sign of weakness. She’s been strong through this. That’s why I’ll only tell her what I feel she needs to know.

“Thank you,” she mouths.

“I’m going to take off,” I convey to her the minute she hangs up with her uncle. She turns around, eyes gleaming with happiness. Shit, I’ll do anything to be able to keep that look on her face. Deidre is stunning. Deidre with a genuine smile on her face is priceless.

“Okay. I wish I could tell you to give her my love, but you can tell her to go fuck off and to never call you again.” I stand and stalk her way while adjusting my cock. Her eyes flit down to my hand, then back up to my face. Her sweet smile turns naughty, tempting, and reaches all the way up to her eyes.

“Oh,” she squeals when I take her in my arms and she feels how hard I am.

“I’ll have you saying more than ‘oh’ later. In fact I’ll have you screaming it. Especially if you make those raspberry filled cupcakes.” I press my erection into her even more.

“You’re greedy.” Yeah, whatever. He eyes are half-lidded. Who the hell is she trying to fool?

“When it comes to you, I’m everything, sweet-tart.” I take her delectable mouth in mine, kissing the living shit out of her. My tongue is tasting her sweet mouth, exploring every part of it. Fuck. I will never get tired of kissing her. Or making love and then fucking her. She’s mine. I’m hers.

“I’m making something better.” Now she’s piqued my curiosity. With my arms still wrapped around her tightly, I lift a brow. This has to be good, because there is nothing better than those cupcakes or her chicken, and well, there is one thing, but fuck, this apartment is filled with people, not to mention I have to go.

“Look what Anna found?” She reaches behind me then thrusts a piece of paper in my chest. I snatch it just as quickly out of her hand, take a step back, and damn near choke down my laughter.