Until Series(307)

“Let’s shower.” He picks me up, carries me to the bathroom, and then helps me get undressed and into the shower before stripping his jeans off, following me in. “I have another fantasy,” he whispers in my ear as his hands massage my breasts from behind.

“Oh yeah?” I ask, tilting my head to the side.

“Oh yeah,” he says, nipping my neck before showing me a few other fantasies he’s had. All of them are awesome, but my favorite has me with my thighs wrapped around his head.

“Tomorrow we’re going to dinner at my parents so you can meet everyone.”

I try to lift my head to look at him, but I’m just too exhausted. “Was this your plan? Wear me out so I don’t argue?”

“No, but it sounds smart.” I hear the smile in his voice and can’t help but to smile back.

“I’m nervous about meeting them, but I also can’t wait,” I confess quietly.

“Really?” he asks, making me feel like a jerk.

I hate that he thinks I don’t want to meet them. It’s never been about not wanting to meet them. It’s always been about being afraid of what would happen if I had a panic attack or something. I don’t want them to think that their son should find someone else who’s normal.

“Don’t sound so surprised.” I run my hand along his abs. “I want to see where you come from and meet the people who raised you. Plus, you’ve talked about your brothers and their families so much that I feel like I already know them.”

“Thank you for doing this. I know it’s not easy for you, but my family’s cool. They’re gonna love you.”

“I hope so,” I tell him, my eyes feeling heavy. I don’t care who else loves me. I just want him to.

“Sleep, sweet Sophie,” he whispers, his lips on my forehead.

“’Night,” I mumble.

I feel his laughter against my cheek, making me smile before I drift off to sleep, completely forgetting to tell him about my strange reaction to David.



“You’re here!” a woman yells, running outside and down the front steps to where I’m exiting Nico’s car. I stumble back as she embraces me in a tight hug. “Welcome,” she says breathlessly before her hands go to my face, her eyes soft as she looks at me.

“Hi.” I can’t help but smile as she pulls me back in for another hug. She doesn’t seem so scary anymore. I almost laugh at my own fear.

“Hey,” Nico says, walking towards us. The smile he’s wearing is one I haven’t seen before, but I have to say—it’s probably one of my favorites.

“Hey, honey.” She lets me go and walks to where he’s standing, her hands going to his face this time. I hear her whisper something to him, but I can’t make out what it is. His face goes soft, looking a lot like his mom as he nods before kissing her cheek. “So, I hope you two are hungry.” She smiles, linking her arm with mine as we make our way into the house.

“Where’s Dad?” Nico asks.

She turns to look over her shoulder to answer him. “He’ll be here soon. He called to tell me he would be late,” she says as we make our way inside.

The house is a beautiful two-story farmhouse. The outside is painted a pale yellow with white trim, and a large front porch sporting two rocking chairs completes the picture. As we walk inside, all I can think is how welcoming their home feels. The warm wood floors and country-style decor make me feel like I should be drinking a glass of lemonade while putting my feet up.

“I love your house,” I tell Susan as we make our way into the kitchen.

“Thank you, honey. Nico’s grandparents bought this house when they moved into the area. When they told James they were going to sell it, he bought the house from them.”

“I would love to live in an area like this. The drive out here was beautiful. When I moved to Tennessee, I wanted to buy a house in the country on a couple acres, but I just couldn’t afford it,” I explain with a smile.

“I thought you liked living in a neighborhood close to the city?” Nico states as a question, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind.

“I don’t mind it.” I turn my head and look back at him. “But when I was little, I read all of the Little House on the Prairie books and dreamed of living in a house in the middle of nowhere with my husband and filling it up with tons of kids.”

“We can definitely have tons of kids,” he says, his eyes going dark.

He is on a baby-making mission. Since he got back from Vegas—unless I’m working—we’ve been in bed, and he’s been doing everything in his power to put a baby in me. Not that I have been putting up much of a fight about it. After opening up to him about everything, I know that he is everything I want and need. I know that, deep down, even the night I ran away, I would have gone back to him; I wouldn’t have been able to stay away.