The second he stops talking, I throw my head back and laugh.
Since the day Owen walked in on a naked Cohen and got a good look at his hardware, he hasn’t stopped for a second. All he talks about is those damn earrings in his daddy’s cock. Which is something Cohen’s parents think is hilarious. Cohen, not so much.
“Hurry home, baby. I miss you.”
“You just saw me an hour ago.” He laughs.
“So? I miss you.”
“See you soon, my heart.”
“Every time I close my eyes.” I smile.
An hour later, I’m sitting on the back deck with Lyn, who is still looking up baby clothes, when I hear a rustling in the leaves. I stand and move to the railing, and when I see my two big boys walking towards the house, my smile goes from normal to wonky.
Cohen has Owen on his shoulder, Owen’s little fist holding tight to his father’s hair, and behind both of them flaps their matching capes.
My heroes.
My unexpected beautiful fate.
Cohen looks up, gives me a wink, and taps Owen’s knee with the hand that’s resting there. Owen looks up and gives me the biggest toothy grin.
“Mama! We faught awel does bad guys!”
“All of the bad guys? I’m so proud of you, my handsome man.”
“I wuv you!” he yells.
I look down at his face and smile. “And I you, son.”
They climb the stairs, and Owen drops from his father’s shoulders and rushes to his aunt’s side. I walk over to my husband, wrap my arms around him, and give him a deep kiss.
“I love you,” I tell him.
“And I you, my Dani-girl.”
THE END