Changing Seasons

Fifty-Two

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Krist looked at Atira with anticipation. He always dreaded those "we need to talk" moments as they were never something he wanted to discuss. "What's up, baby?" he brushed a hair from her pretty face.

Atira smiled softly, "I know how important having a family is for you, and I want you to know that I am open to it," she began, Krist's eyes lighting up. "However, I think with us essentially being in a brand new relationship again, we need to focus on getting to know each other and building a stable life together after I move down. After that, I would love to have a child with you."

Krist kissed her again, "I'm happy to hear that."

"For now, let's focus on Rocco, us, and your recovery. I love you, Krist Samson."

"I love you too, Atira."

She yawned, "It's been a long day. Ready for bed?"

"Let's go make some magic," he laughed, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her neck.

"You're such a horn-ball," She laughed as she stood.

"Yeah, but you love it," Krist teased her.

"You got that right," Atira slipped her hand into Krist's, leading him to her bedroom.

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Krist had fallen asleep within minutes of them concluding their lovemaking session. He lay on his back, lightly snoring, one arm outstretched, the other around Atira's waist. She ran her fingers over his chest, feeling his heartbeat through his tank top.

She had been glad to have spoken to him about children. Atira loved Krist with all her heart but was not ready to bring a child into their relationship at that point. It was clear that he followed his emotions and rushed into things headfirst without much planning.

Atira, however, required a lot of thought before making any significant decisions. The agreement to leave Seattle to move in with Krist and Rocco so early on was the exception. Atira rationalized that if things didn't work out, she could easily find a new place to live.

She was concerned if they rushed into joint parenthood, it might jeopardize Krist's sobriety. Yes, he had Rocco and was a wonderful father, but a new baby could add to his stress. Snuggling into Krist, she placed her head on his chest, draped an arm over him, and fell asleep.

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"Pssst," a small voice hissed in her ear. Atira turned her head, cracking one eye open. Rocco stood at the side of her bed, his face level with hers. "I can't find the bathroom."

Atira climbed out of bed and glanced at her alarm clock. 4;48. She led Rocco into the hallway, flicking on the light switch, and opened the bathroom door, waiting outside as he finished.

"Do you want me to tuck you in?" She asked when he emerged.

He nodded, following her into the guest room. Rocco climbed into bed, resting his head. Atira pulled the covers up to his chin. "Goodnight, Rocco"

"Night."

She sat beside him as he rolled onto his side and fell asleep. Atira took in his features. There was no doubt he was Krist's son. Rocco had inherited his father's strong nose, arched eyebrows, and full lips. He had taken his mother's olive complexion.

Atira brushed Rocco's light hair off his forehead and wondered if Karla ever thought about him or his other siblings. She was not a mother but couldn't imagine leaving her children behind.

"Everything alright?" a voice asked behind her. Atira jumped with a start.

"Yeah, he woke up needing help finding the bathroom, and then I tucked him in."