~Savage~
“Jax, the food, and company were awesome, but we have to get Alex to bed.”
He gives a look like, right, at 7:00 p.m.? Luckily, Tori responds first.
“Thank you for coming. Playing with Alex is giving Ren and me insight into how it’s going to be with babies around.
“Ren are you still okay to watch him tomorrow while we shop for Alex and Livvy?”
“Of course. We are going to Skype with Marge. She misses the little guy. Also, she has sent all of your things by UPS and they should arrive tomorrow. She said the freight company has already picked up Livvy’s car.”
We all wave goodbye and Alex blows kisses as we drive away. We drive home singing ‘The Wheels on the Bus” with Alex so by the time we pull in he is yawning and rubbing his eyes. He sleeps for almost twelve hours a night and still takes naps during the day. Livvy says he does this right before a growth spurt, but I hope he doesn’t grow up too fast. I feel like this is a fresh start for Livvy, Alex, and I, and I want to savor every moment.
Alex falls asleep in my arms as I walk to the front door and Livvy races ahead to open it so I can take Alex straight to bed. Once he is tucked in, we just stand at the side of his bed holding hands, staring at this amazing baby of ours. “Beautiful Girl,” I whisper. “I want to talk to you about our living arrangements.” She nods and looks away as if dreading this talk, so I take her hand and lead her to our bedroom. “I know you asked Serenity about a place at The Safe House, but I want you and Alex here with me. I have already missed out on two and a half years of your lives, I don’t want to miss out on anymore. If it would make you more comfortable, I will make up a guest room, but I would rather have you with me, in our room, in our bed.”
Her brows draw together and I have a feeling she is about to argue that things are moving too fast. I place my finger to her lips to halt anything she is about to say. “Before you say anything, let me say one more thing. I love you. I have loved you since Miami Beach Boardwalk. I know things happened very fast for us, but my only regret is losing you for the last two and a half years. You are it for me. You already said you would marry me, so there is no reason for us to delay the inevitable. Please stay here with me in our home. Be my family.
~Olivia~
I honestly don’t know how this man is still single, but I thank God every day for the miracle of finding him twice. After his heartfelt plea, I throw my arms around him and we proceed to christen our room.
We settle into a comfortable routine of making love when Alex takes a nap and also when he goes to bed at night. The only people I know that have sex this much are George and Liz. Liz thought that if she told me of their sexcapades, that I would want to go out and explore. Even her explicit details didn’t compare to that first night I spent with Alexander, so I just continued my searching and praying that I would find him someday.
A few days ago, we went shopping for supplies to redecorate Alex’s room. We let him pick the colors, and he chose blue. He also saw wall clings of elephants, giraffes, and hippos, screaming “Pease, pease, pease.” Alexander bought everything he squealed for with a big smile on his face. The room looks huge now that we took out the queen sized bed and replaced it with a small toddler bed. We kept the same dresser but added a toy box and a bookcase filled with Dr. Seuss books.
Today we are working on potty training, and it is not going well for me. When Alexander is home, Alex will potty in the toilet because that is what his daddy does but for me he refuses, crying, “ony daddy.” At this rate, I will never get him potty trained because his daddy has gone back to work at the FBI part time and is gone for at least half of the day.
At five o’clock, Alex calls to tell me we are going to dinner and Ren has agreed to babysit at our house so she can put Alex to bed.
“Wear the peach dress you picked out last week.”
His tone of voice has my body thrumming and my panties wet. I feel as though not a day has gone by since Miami; I hardly remember the two and a half years in between. When he arrives home, I have just finished my shower and I’m standing in the master bathroom in a peach lace thong and a matching push-up bra. When he walks into the room and sees me, he just stops and stares.
“Where’s Alex?”
His low growl warms my body and I can barely squeak out the words. “He is taking late nap and will probably be up late tonight for Ren, but I was going to wake him up now.” As he stalks closer to the bathroom, he removes his tie and stretches it between his hands. I have no idea what to expect, but I trust him completely and know he would never do anything to hurt me.
“We are going to let him sleep a little longer, Beautiful girl.”
I gasp as he grabs me by the shoulders and turns me away from him, then slides his hot hands down my arms to my wrists. As he breathes on my neck and runs his tongue from my collarbone
