Maybe, Someday

Fifteen

Maddox's POV:

The smell of coffee and bacon brought me to life that following morning. The house was almost in complete silence only the soft sounds of a child's television show playing softly in the background.
I sat up, stretching my arms behind my head, the white sheet falling around my waist. I was still naked from last night, Mila and I had fallen asleep after we'd fucked. Her warm bare body pressed against mine as I wrapped her in my arms - I had never been a cuddly sleeper - I always craved my own space while I slept - with everyone except her. When we were younger I needed to have her body pressed against mine in some way - and now that I had experienced it again that we were older I knew I would want to feel it every single chance I could get.

I was sporting a solid morning woody and as my brain clicked into gear and images of last night started filling me my cock turned into a steel fucking pole, thoughts of Mila laying naked underneath me, her perfect fucking body bare and ready for my touch. Every single inch of her was so god damn sexy, and those stretch marks which she hated, which she was ashamed of - they drove me wild.
I couldn't stop imaging the way her stomach grew with my son inside of her and I wished more than anything I could have seen her body change every single day when she was pregnant, the way I felt was almost possessive and I wished I could have been there to worship her and give into every craving and desire she experienced, but that was the past and all I could do in the present was try and please her - so I kissed every mark on her skin.
The memories from last night made me want to drag her back to this room and do it all over again.

I wasn't an idiot - I had never dated a woman with a child before but I was smart enough to know there was no half way - no middle ground, it was all or nothing and I was ready to show Mila I was ready for everything.

I stood finally after a few minutes, forcing my mind to focus on other things, work and home renovations - willing my dick to calm down - dressed in last night clothes and located the bathroom. I took a piss, washed my face and rinsed my mouth out with the mouth wash on the counter before heading out to find the girls.

Mila was in the kitchen, baggy sweatpants and a tight black singlet top, her hair was piled messily on top of her head and she was humming a tune I couldn't recognise as she flipped a pancake onto the plate next to the stove.
I was behind her in an instant, wrapping my arms around her waist and holding her tightly, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek and trailing kisses down her neck to her shoulder - making sure she could feel my tongue touching her skin each time. She tilted her head to the side to give me better access but her body tensed in my hold,

"Is this ok Mils?"

She nodded, her voice slightly above a whisper,

"I'm just not used to this"

She turned in my arms, her hands wrapping around my neck she pulled me down - pressing her lips against mine in a slow, sweet kiss.

"Last night" she whispered, her eyes closing as I rested my forehead against hers, "Last night was amazing"

"Yeah?"

"Oh yeah" her sexy as fuck lips turned into a mind blowing grin, her body shuddering against mine as if she had remembered something particularly great from last night,

"Do you want to spend the day with us Maddox, I told Nova I would take her to the zoo, I don't know if that's something you want to do"

"Do you think she would be ok with me coming with you guys"

Mila turned her head towards the lounge room I assume Nova was in though you couldn't see her from where we were standing, she nodded slowly turning back to me,

"I think so, she is pretty good around new people"

"Ok then, I will need to go back to the motel to shower and change, I can be back to pick up guys up in a couple of hours if that works for you"

"No" Mila shook her head,

"No?"

"No, you told me you would have breakfast with us Maddox, so you can do that first"

I smirked at her, cupping her face and pulling her to me - this time the kiss was not so sweet, this time I took everything from her I wanted, I pushed my tongue into her mouth I held her jaw tightly in my grasp. I moved rather quickly though when I heard footsteps entering the kitchen, steeping away from Mila.

I didn't know what way she wanted to handle explains us to her daughter but I wasn't going to allow her to walk in on a make out session between us in the kitchen.

"Mumma, is it breakfast time now?"

Her dark curls fell in a mess around her face, her big blue eyes widening as she saw me. She hesitated for only a minute before closing the distance between us, stopping directly in front of me.
It took everything in me not to laugh out loud as she tilted her face up to me, her over exaggerated movements making me feel like some sort of giant and when she steadied herself and tried to make herself stand a bit taller I couldn't help but smile.
She pointed her finger at me her voice full of sass - just like her Mum.

"Your Maddox"

I nodded,

"And your Nova, we met last night"

She turned her focus to Mila,

"Can we have breakfast now"

"Yes baby, go sit at the table be ill bring it over"

Without hesitating Nova grabbed my hand and led me to the table, showing me where she wanted me to sit and placing herself in the seat directly next to mine.
That morning was our first breakfast together - the conversation was simple and mostly dictated by Nova. She wasn't a shy girl - she told me all about her dolls, about how she loved to draw, she spoke about how much she wanted a puppy but how her Mum always said no, her excitement radiated through us as she spoke about going to the zoo and everything she wanted to see and her sad little face when I told her I needed to go could have brought any man to his knees and give her exactly what she wanted and if it hadn't of been for Mila I probably would have.
Spending time with them was easy, there was nothing complicated or messy about it. In the back of my mind though I couldn't stop thinking about Wyatt and I wondered if every day was like this for Mila, wondered if she allowed herself to think about him and I wondered, hoped would be a better word that there would come a day I would get to meet him.