Temporary Secretary

Part 38

12 May 1981

Tuesday

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A little over a week had passed since you were back to how it had been before. Touching, fucking, enjoying one another to the fullest.

You'd settled into a routine of sorts, and it definitely came more natural than the stiffness before.

Thankfully over the course of the week, (for the sake of Paul's well-being and yours), the initial sex had gone down some, but it was wonderful, of course, to have it again.

In all honesty, as much as you loved the sex, and had the desire, your abdomen was growing increasingly sore, and you were a bit short of breath.

Constant, unending sex, was simply not sustainable, nor needed really. You still had frequent sex, and quite a good amount of it, as it had always been, back during the affair, whenever it struck your fancy.

Even if you didn't fuck though, you both fell asleep in his room, not having the forced distance of two doors and a hall.

In a way, you didn't know what you were so afraid of. It was like before, but seemingly more direct, without the context of a workplace affair.

Still, it was a bit odd for you. Maybe not odd... but new.

Again, you'd never lived with any of your previous lovers. It was a bit much, even if the time you'd known him was on the longer side of the spectrum. A part of you still felt strangeness around his whole thing, a bit of unsettlement you couldn't help. It wasn't even due to him, you were sure it'd be the same with anybody else in his position. It was just you.

Paul didn't seem to have such a feeling over it, quite happy to accept the routine. He did seem quite happy as of late.

Suppose for a man of his age, it was overdue, and he was where he wanted to be. But for you, it was more abrupt. The domesticity of it all. It seemed you were strapping in for the long run.

How long would this go? You were living day by day, enjoying the pleasure while it lasted. You didn't know whether it would all fall apart once the child finally came, (and it would come, inevitably).

It was said there was a honeymoon period once first getting together, and it would last anywhere from six months to two years. You'd been fucking him for... eight months now? That was a good bit. Or did the time where you'd gone without contact not count?

In any case... you weren't sure if you could trust the state right now. You might've had conflict, which you pushed through, but what if when these two years were up, perhaps with a 1 year old child, any feelings just disappeared?

Things were moving rather fast after all. People would know each other years before even considering having a baby together. Suppose that wasn't always the case, and like yours, accidents happened, and even then, it turned out alright.

Some couples may turn sour, but surely it wasn't all of them? If you were to believe Paul, maybe it would turn out alright, and you would live happily just like this, not even stopped by the child's arrival, maybe even growing closer. That was the way it was supposed to be, wasn't it?

Paul was fine with it all, seemingly pleased right from the beginning. Even if he hid it at first, the bastard. He seemed quite ready to settle down for the next 18 years.

It had hardly been a month living with him, even if the affair was longer than that. Some people waited years for a commitment like that. Suppose the choice was more or less made for you, but... the question was, were you really ready to commit to this one man for nearly two decades?