I knocked on the first unit. It took a few minutes before Cara opened it, while holding our daughter. They were expecting us. They know we're coming today.
"Hi." I'm not sure how to greet her now. She smiled as she opened the door wide.
"Hi. This is Misha." She moved to show me our angel. I reached out to hold her hands. She looks beautiful. It looked like she just went to sleep. I wiped the wetness under her eyes.
"Was she crying?" I asked softly, not wanting to wake her up.
"Yeah. She woke up." Cara answered.
"Would you like to hold her?" She offered as she stared at me.
I was hesitant. I've never held a baby before. She chuckled at my expression.
"Position your arms like mine." She instructed and I followed. She transferred the baby into my arms. She adjusted my arms to accommodate the baby.
"There you go." She looked happy. "I should take a picture."
She was gone for a minute. I heard Gabe telling Sanders to take her time. He'll be sitting outside while we do our thing, he says. He waved me away, too. I nodded at him to say my thanks.
I followed Cara into the house. She was smiling as she takes photos.
"So, what do I call you now?" She asked, remembering what I told her about me changing my name.
"What do you think of Cody Matthews?" I asked, apprehensive for her reaction. I knew it was awful.
"Cody, huh? Can I still call you Mike when we're alone?"
I nodded in response to her inquiry. I wouldn't be able to forget Mike that easily anyway. It's such a big part of me.
When she stood close, I couldn't stop myself from staring at her. She raised an eyebrow. She didn't step back when I leaned closer. I satisfied myself with just a brush of my lips on hers. I was distracted by my fear of dropping the baby. She noticed as she lightly laughed. She pulled me towards the nursery.
"If you want to put her down, there's the crib."
"Can you help me?" I couldn't help asking. This little life is so fragile. She's what? Seven to eight months old only.
She watched me as I watched Misha.
When she walked out of the nursery, I followed. I found her on the kitchen, pulling a pitcher from the fridge.
"Want some water?" She asked.
"Sure." I do admit that I'm thirsty.
I walked up behind her, wanting to embrace her. She didn't react negatively when I wrapped my arms around her. She only turned her head as she looked at me. I kissed her jaw, her neck, the side of her face. She turned to face me and I kissed her slowly, savoring the taste of her lips. I remember the third night we spent together. This is so much like that night. I felt her hand tugging on my hair. She liked doing that. It wasn't long before I hear her moaning against my lips. I pulled back when someone knocked on the door.
"We really shouldn't let your friend alone outside." She stated, before pulling a tray from a drawer. She prepared something to eat and drink. She had me carry it outside.
It was Oliver who knocked.
That night, I could tell both of us still harbor desire for each other. There's something that pulls us together. I breathe heavily against her body.
"Do you want this?" I had to ask, though I'm at my limit.
"Yes." She was almost breathless, gripping my shoulders. I couldn't remember how we ended up naked on the bed. It just happened. After our coupling, I couldn't take the silence anymore. Talking hasn't really been our thing before. We had an agreement not to get personal. But this time is different. We should really start talking.
"I want a son. Would you give me a son, Cara?" I asked against her ears. She's still sensitive as she moans.
"I don't exactly control the baby's gender, do I?" I smiled at how she didn't exactly deny me.
"Should we try until we get a boy?" I asked, stroking her hair as she settled against my chest.
"I have my limits." She stiffened after saying that.
"What is it?" I asked, curious as to what she's thinking.
"Are you staying? I couldn't exactly afford another baby. You'll have to provide support if you want another kid." She complained.
"I think I can afford three more." I teased and she pinched my chest. I grimaced at the pain.
"Do you know how painful it was to deliver a baby?"
"You'll love making one, though." And she pinched me again. I chuckled at her annoyed expression.
"What happens now?" She asked.
"First, let's get personal. Tell me about yourself."
We exchanged personalstories starting that night.
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Our Lovely Nights (Original, English Version)
Roman d'amourMike is holding on to a sliver of hope. It was a long shot. It will take a long time. And in between, he finds himself forgetting his rules to keep other people safe. Would he risk his heart again? Would he risk someone again? His failures in the pa...
