Fortuitous {WLW}

Chapter Twenty-Five: Picture Perfect

Saylor's POV: 🔞NSFW Warning🔞

I sit at the kitchen island as I watch Emerson wash the dishes from tonight's dinner.

We read and bathed the kids and they went down with no problems, too exhausted to even fight the sleep after the numerous games Emerson played with them.

I sit and admire her as I swirl my glass of wine around, "you're good with them."

She shrugs her shoulders and smirks, "I guess I'm just good with kids."

"Did you work at a daycare or something? How do you do it?" I ask as I place my glass down.

Emerson shakes her head, "Um... no, no daycare experience. My ex... she had a kid that I helped raise for a bit."

My eyes widen, "oh."

She nods, turning off the tap and drying her hands with a rag as she turns around to face me, "Zara... she made me aware she had a son shortly after we started seeing each other, probably trying to see if it would scare me off, but it didn't."

"What is his name?" I ask, wanting her to be comfortable enough to divulge parts of her past to me.

"Jameson." She says with a weak smile.

"How old was he when you two met?" I ask.

"Two, so I was there for some really important parts of his life. I watched him grow from a toddler to a little boy and we both taught each other a lot. I taught him to tie his shoes, how to zip up a jacket, how to ride his bike without training wheels and he taught me to be a better person, whether he knew it or not." She explains, her tone saddened as she remembers him and his impact on her life.

"How did you meet his mom?" I ask hesitantly.

Emerson takes a deep breath, contemplating if this is a conversation she wants to have as she places the rag on the counter and rests against it.

Emerson has continuously had a hard time opening up and I understand. I think she's trained herself to be good at tucking parts of herself away, but I want the dark and gritty parts. I want to know everything, even if that entails her previous relationships.

"We met at a gay club, both of us there with friends when we caught eyes. She approached me first and was super flirtatious all night, not failing to make me aware she had every intention of bringing home, despite me stating I didn't go home with girls after just meeting them." She explains.

Emerson shakes her head as she recalls the night, "we flirted until the club closed. She was confident and bold, something I suppose attracted me to her."

I nod, "what ever happened between you two?"

Emerson shrugs her shoulders, "the spark died."

I get up from my chair and walk over to her, "Emerson, I want to know everything about you. You don't have to hide from me, I promise I'll listen if you're just willing to talk."

Her eyes search mine as I stand in front of her, my eyes pleading for her to be more vulnerable than she's ever been with me.

"We had exchanged numbers and began to make it a habit to run into each other at that club, eventually expanding to hanging out outside of it and going on formal dates." She explains, me slightly smiling at the progress we're making.

"I didn't sleep with her that first night, or the second, or the third. I made her chase me, something she enjoyed because it wasn't something she was used to doing." She states, which doesn't surprise me because nothing has been more exciting or tantalizing than pining for Emerson's attention.