Wednesday's pov:
The next day
I was making out with Enid while Eli was sleeping. I wrapped my arms around her neck and kissed her lips and occasionally her neck. The morning sunlight filled the room as our embrace continued, creating a moment of intimacy amid the quiet stillness. The connection between us, deepened by years of shared experiences, spoke volumes in the gentle exchange of kisses. As we navigated the ordinary routines of the day, these stolen moments added a touch of romance to the tapestry of our family life. I moaned quietly. "Puppy~." I panted out of breath. Enid's eyes sparkled with a mix of affection and playfulness. "You're not so bad yourself," she teased, her breath mingling with mine. In the quiet morning, our shared moments of passion added a layer of connection, solidifying the love that had grown between us over the years. I buried my face in her neck. I sighed. Enid ran her fingers through my hair, offering a comforting touch. The quiet sigh echoed the contentment of our intimate moment, and as we lingered in each other's embrace, the world outside faded away, leaving only the warmth of our shared connection. I unzipped my jacket and stood up from her lap. I then walked into the kitchen. As I entered the kitchen, the remnants of our intimate moment lingered in the air, adding a sense of warmth to the morning. The routine of preparing breakfast took on a new rhythm, and the shared connection with Enid, though briefly interrupted, continued to resonate as a backdrop to the ordinary tasks of the day. I coughed before I started making the breakfast. Clearing my throat, I focused on the task of making breakfast, the morning's activities shifting back to the ordinary. The subtle transition from intimacy to the routine of daily life showcased the seamless blend of the extraordinary and the mundane in the tapestry of our family's story. I smiled at Enid. "You haven't asked about the baby yet." I said. Enid's eyes lit up with curiosity. "How's the little one doing?" she asked, her attention shifting to the baby growing within. The ordinary morning now held an extra layer of excitement as we shared updates on the newest addition to our family. "Good." I said. "She kicks alot though." I said. Enid grinned, her hand gently resting on her belly. "Strong little kicker, huh?" she remarked, a mix of joy and wonder in her voice. As we exchanged thoughts about the baby's activity, the shared anticipation of her arrival added a layer of tenderness to the morning, creating a sense of unity in our growing family. I smiled. "You're still furry from the full moon." I said. I started cooking breakfast for Eli. Enid chuckled, glancing down at her still-furry form. "Guess I'm not entirely back to normal yet," she joked. As the sizzle of breakfast filled the kitchen, the morning routine continued, blending the remnants of the extraordinary night with the simplicity of everyday life in our unique family dynamic.
Later in the afternoon, Eli was in the living room watching TV while I sat in Enid's lap. The afternoon unfolded with a sense of comfort as Eli enjoyed his TV time, and I settled into Enid's lap. The shared moments of family closeness, whether in the ordinary routines or quiet leisure, became the threads weaving our unique story together. In the gentle embrace, the warmth of our connection resonated throughout the living room, creating a cozy haven within the walls of our home.
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End of Chapter 8
The art for the story isn't mine credits to the creators
