The Getaway Weekend (MxM) [Completed]

Chapter 24

It was over. All the preparation. All the planning. All the conversations. All the tears. It was all over and I was starting a new chapter. I was moving out of my house, and into my condo. With Rob. Officially. At last.

The kids were naturally upset, especially my son. My daughter viewed it as another place to have a bedroom. Almost everyone in her class had two homes and stepparents, so she didn't see it as a big deal. My son was quiet. More so than usual. And it was killing me.

Allie became the most supportive wife ever, helping me pick out things for my new place, and joining Rob and I on several shopping excursions. She was truly my best friend, and I still loved her immensely. I couldn't believe the weight that was off my shoulders, knowing that she was this amazing and helping me out. She was also the one that the kids were coming to the most, to ask questions. And there wasn't an evil bone in her body when she explained that we were just living apart now, but we still loved each other.

She even let them know that I was moving in with Rob, or Officer Hughes as they still liked to call him, as roommates. And we just left it at that. For now.

It was the first week in July and I was turning 41. I wanted no party, no guests, no surprises. I wanted to forget the fact that it was my birthday, to not have to face the questions about leaving my wife and kids, let alone to move in with a man – a big, muscled police officer 16 years older than me at that. I just simply wanted to get through the day without any reminders of what I had planned previously. And move forward.

Our condo was now completely furnished, as Rob and I filled it with stuff over the last two months. He was still planning on retiring at the end of July, and was also planning on moving in this week with me.

I had taken the first two weeks of July off to settle in and let the kids adjust so I could be there for them. Plus, I wanted to let my birthday go by without any fanfare. Rob was working days that first week, so our first official night together at our home was going to be the Friday night, exactly one week before my birthday. Just us. Together.

That Friday morning, I went to the condo with the last bit of my stuff (clothes and bathroom crap) and officially moved in. Allie took the kids to her parents that day to keep their minds off my final day and to help them avoid seeing me pack up the rest of my things, which helped us both. They seemed fine at least.

I wandered around the condo, happy with all the choices Rob and I had made. We took some of our favourite pieces of furniture that was extra from our own places, and bought new stuff where needed, like our new bed, and dining table, and sofa. The rest seemed to match perfectly. I also bought bunk beds for the kids for the spare room when they wanted to visit, and we had new balcony furniture for the screened in sunroom. Everything looked very masculine and neat. And us.

I hadn't planned to stay long, knowing Rob wouldn't be coming till after 7pm tonight once his shift was done and he did one last visit at his own house before he "moved in" today. I had everything ready: the wine, the music, the bed....I even bought a new pair of silk underwear for me to wear tonight to wait in anticipation. It was like I was some 50s housewife, waiting for my strong man to come home. Except this was no 50s sitcom. This was me starting over, getting back what I had lost almost twenty years ago.

I puttered around the apartment, putting my things away, leaving spaces for Rob's things for when he arrived. I pictured him working, in his police uniform, and suddenly couldn't wait to see him again. He filled it out so perfectly: the short sleeves on him at this time of the year stretched over his big biceps. His thick neck making him look so meaty. He kept his beard trimmed short now that it was summer, with the little bits of grey throughout making him look like quite the silver fox. His hair was still shorn around the sides, with a little bit of length on the top. But it was the uniform that got me going. His pants clung to his legs and ass, showing off every curve and definition of muscle. His waist was trimmer than we first met, having revved up his workout routine and curtailed his eating and drinking a bit to be in the best physical shape of his life because of me – so he had said. He felt alive again and wanted to look great for me. And it paid off because he did. He was a complete muscled bear of a cop. And tonight we were making it official.