It was a Sunday morning, and rain fell steadily outside. They had the day off and were both still asleep until Tim moved, wrapping his arm around her and pressing his bare chest against her back. His head nuzzled into her neck, and his lips brushed her skin. His hand gently caressed her belly. A smile began to form on her face—how wonderful it was to wake up this way!
He planted soft kisses along her neck, and she intertwined their fingers beneath the sheets. With his other hand, he played with her hair, gently teasing it until she shifted her position. Now they were face-to-face. She leaned in and kissed him, her lips soft and slightly clumsy from lingering sleepiness.
He deepened the kiss, as though it had been far too long since their last. She smiled into the kiss, her joy spilling through. When the moment ended, she buried her face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his comforting scent. He hugged her tightly, tracing slow circles on her back. They stayed like that, savoring the peaceful intimacy of the moment.
She lifted her head from his neck, her eyes locking with his before she leaned in for another kiss—this time more passionate. He responded eagerly, their tongues dancing together, their breaths mingling as the heat radiated between them. His hands moved over her body in the way she loved, igniting every nerve.
Suddenly, he sat up in bed, pulling her so they were face-to-face, and she straddled him. His lips claimed hers again before trailing down to her neck, his hands slipping under her top, exploring her skin. A soft moan escaped her lips, and he smiled, his desire for her palpable.
Before he could take control, she pushed him back onto the bed, her body moving to hover over his. Now it was her turn to tease. Her lips traveled across his bare chest, planting kisses that left him breathless. She knew exactly what she wanted and how to make him crave her even more.
She returned to his lips, her movements deliberate, her passion unmistakable. His hands found the curve of her back, pulling her closer until their hearts beat in rhythm, hers racing against his chest. Her hands cradled his face as she pulled back slightly, her gaze deep and full of meaning.
" I love you " she whispered.
It wasn't something they said often—not because they didn't feel it, but because the words carried so much weight. It was a truth reserved for moments that mattered most.
As he moved in to kiss her again, she stopped him, placing her hand gently on his chest.
" Wait..."
He looked at her, surprised and a little confused. She smiled softly and gestured toward the door. Then he paused, listening closely. A faint noise came from the hall—small, shuffling steps—and soon, the door creaked open. His expression softened into a wide smile at the sight.
Their three-year-old stood in the doorway, her hair adorably messy, a pacifier in her mouth, and her favorite blanket clutched in one hand.
" Mommy, hug me," she mumbled around the pacifier.
" Come here, peanut."
The little girl's face lit up, and she toddled toward the bed with unsteady but determined steps. He knew their cozy, romantic Sunday morning was officially over. With a grin, he leaned over and scooped their daughter up, placing her on the bed between them. She went straight into her mama's arms, snuggling in for a warm morning hug.
He moved closer, wrapping an arm around both of his girls. The little one reached out with her tiny hand, brushing her father's face as she mumbled, " Morning, Dada."
"Morning baby " he replied, kissing her forehead.
The three of them lay there, cuddled together, the steady rhythm of the rain outside providing the perfect backdrop. It had been a while since they'd taken time to enjoy a lazy Sunday morning like this, especially with the demands of work. Moments like these reminded them of what truly mattered.
" You want coffee, Luce? "
" Hm hm "
He smiled, kissed her gently, and headed toward the kitchen. He prepared two cups of coffee and a bottle for their daughter—who clearly wasn't a baby anymore—and made his way back to the bedroom. He paused for a moment at the doorframe, taking in the scene before him.
Everything he had ever wanted was right there. Their daughter was nestled against Lucy's chest, and Lucy showered her with kisses, which made the little girl laugh so hard. That laugh... He adored it. It was the purest sound in the world.
Tim wasn't the same man he had been six years ago when Lucy first entered his life. He was no longer that hardened, distant man. He had faced his darkness, fought his demons, and confronted his past traumas. He had let her in as a friend first, and eventually, he had fallen deeply in love with her.
Four years ago, after they had moved in together, he proposed, and she said yes. A few months later, by sheer chance, she discovered she was pregnant. It hadn't been planned, and at first, he was scared. But the moment he heard the heartbeat for the first time, he fell in love all over again. Nine months later, he became a father.
His little girl was a joyful little girl. She had been an easy baby, always smiling at everyone. She had a whole village around her—countless aunts and uncles. She was the center of their world. And while she always wanted to hug her mama first, she was, without a doubt, a daddy's girl. Everyone could confirm it. To her, he was her hero and protector. She loved visiting him at the station, a place that felt like home to her, too.
Iris was a mini version of Lucy: the same hair color, the same smile, the same temper, the same expressions—everything, except for her eyes. She had her father's eyes. His love for her was immeasurable, beyond anything he had ever imagined.
"Earth to Tim..."
"Yeah, sorry."
"Where were you?"
"Far, far away, I guess. Here we go—coffee for you, and a bottle for you."
Lucy turned on the TV and put on some cartoons. It was their Sunday morning tradition, the only time their baby was allowed to watch. She settled herself among the pillows with her bottle, while Lucy leaned back against Tim's chest.
" I want another one."
" Already finished your coffee?"
" No, silly. I mean I want another kid."
" For real?"
" You don't?"
" Of course I do. But last time we talked about it, you were so sure this little one was enough. What changed?"
"I want more. More laughter, more cuddles, more Sunday mornings, more love."
" Me too, babe."
He pulled her into a hug.
"Tell me your daughter softened you without telling me your daughter softened you."
"Like mother, like daughter..."
" Dada, Kojo on bed?"
"You know Kojo isn't allowed on the bed. Come here and give your dad a hug instead."
The little girl giggled, jumping onto her father and wrapping her tiny arms around his neck. Lucy watched them, her heart full. This was her everything—her family, her safe place.
" She's asleep, right?"
" Mm-hmm."
Lucy brushed her hand gently over Tim's face before leaning in to kiss him. Then she stood up and headed to the bathroom for a shower.
When she returned, she found them both fast asleep—Tim with their baby cuddled against him. Lucy paused in the doorway, taking in the sweet scene. She wanted more of this, more of them. She wanted another baby.
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26/05/2024: Hi everyone. Hope you enjoyed it. Vote and comment it helps :). I dreamt about my story last night. It was funny to write it this morning. Take care of you xx
