Falling Apart, Together✓

Chapter Twenty-One

Our first few months being full time parents were a bit stressful. Sleep was harder to come by and forget about any alone time but at the same time, I wouldn't change anything.

No one had seen or heard from Laurel since she dropped Paris off at the lawyer's so I guess she was gone for good.

Ransom and I were laid out on the couch one night, completely exhausted while surrounded by toys, burp cloths, and dirty clothes. Paris was going through a phase where she would just spit up after eating for no reason. The pediatric assured us she was fine, she was where she should be weight-wise in relation to her age and that she was probably doing it because it was funny watching us flounder about trying to clean. I was inclined to believe him as every time she did it, she'd giggle uncontrollably as we cleaned her up.

I sigh and wipe my hand down my face, trying to rub away the exhaustion. "We need a break." Ransom gave me a hard look. "That's not what I meant. I mean we haven't had a moment to ourselves in months. I think she's old enough that we can ask your mom, or mine, to watch her for a few hours so we can just be ourselves. Hell, we don't even have to go anywhere. We can just stay here and shower and order take-out and just be us for a bit." The way his eyes glazed over I could tell that I'd sold him.

"Call my mom. Ask her if she's free tomorrow." He demanded, throwing me my phone. I laughed as I unlocked it, smiling at the picture of Ransom and Paris that I had made my wallpaper. As I talked to Linda, I watched Ransom move around the living room, gathering things and putting them in piles. Watching him be all domestic was such a major turn on that I wished I had more energy.

I got off the phone and smiled at him. "Your mom is good to watch her tomorrow. She said she'd even keep her overnight if we wanted."

"I don't know..."

"I know you're worried but it's your mom. She's done this before. If I can pick up on it, having no prior experience, then I'm sure she can do the same. Even if it has been sooo many years." I say, poking fun of him.

He growled. "I'll show you old." He said, pinning me against the wall before we both yawned.

"Maybe tomorrow. I think we both need a good night's sleep."

"You're probably right." We went to bed that night, thoroughly exhausted and beyond pleased for a couple more hours of uninterrupted sleep as Paris was going a little longer in between feedings.

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"Why do I feel like I'm always telling you to calm down?" I ask as we're sitting at a nice restaurant in Boston that Linda had recommended, looking over the menu.

"I didn't think it would feel like this. I'm gonna go check in."

"Ransom, I promise you that nothing has changed since you last called, five minutes ago. Please, just look over the menu. Your mom," I start putting extra emphasis on the word mom, "has clearly done this before. Paris will be fine." Our server comes over and I order a glass of Chardonnay, while Ransom orders some local brew that they have on tap.

We made it through dinner and were on our way home and Ransom is finally calm. The two beers he had with dinner probably helping just a little. We make our way inside once we arrive home and I lead him to our room.

I push him on the bed and take my time undressing, enjoying how his pupils dilate as he watches me slowly remove my bra and panties before helping him rid himself of his clothes.

He kissed me, pulling me to him as I felt his abs tense up as they came into contact with my stomach. He backed us up until I was flush against the wall and I hiked one leg up around his hip, moving my lips away from his as I moaned out from the friction that was caused. He grabbed my thigh and held it in place as he ground into me a little, smirking at the sounds I was making from it.

He pulled back slightly and I whined at the loss of contact before he grabbed my other leg, stabilizing me before ramming up into me. My head fell back against the wall as I moaned out and brought my arms up and wrapped them around his neck and pulling his lips back to mine, my tongue moving into his mouth and engaging his in a power battle for dominance.

He fucked me up against the wall of our bedroom until I was a breathy, sweaty mess and I came around his cock again. My walls clenched around him and he moaned out my name as he came, continuously pounding into me until he was satisfied I was filled to the brim with his cum.

He let me down gently and my jelly legs made it almost impossible to get to the bed so he picked me back up, laying me down on my side of the bed before getting in himself and covered us with the blanket and turning out the lights, both of us falling into the best sleep either of us have had in months.