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Saint sat on the patio chair as Celeste claimed her position on his lap. They were snuggled in a thin blanket– despite the breeze neither of the two wanted to move inside. Saint was purely enjoying the moment as Celeste twirled one of his locs around her finger.
Lately, Saint found himself needing to constantly be under her. When she was around he needed her touch to function correctly.
His thoughts were constantly thinking about Celeste. The softness of her natural voice was soothing to his mind. Her touch against his was a healing agent. It was something about the way she stared into his eyes, or the way her cries sounded at his touch.
Throughout the last few weeks, Saint couldn't figure out why she had this effect on him. They were still learning each other, yet he felt like he knew her intentions and soul was pure.
It was the way she sculpted his beautiful daughter into the most creative and free spirited girl ever. Sanai was another reason to keep striving for greatness.
Being around his girls did influence some of his irregular emotions lately. Saint had to pick up the fatherly pieces of Sanai's life and he was grateful for the opportunity, but he wasn't sure if he was doing enough.
Where was the parenting 101 book when you needed it.
Saint was telling the truth when he said he wanted another child with Celeste– some might think his idea was premature and maybe it was.
In Saint's eyes, there was no better person to give birth to his second child. He knew Celeste was beyond capable and was the best motherly figure. She was tender, nurturing, and gentle loving. There wasn't a single day where Sanai was upset with Celeste.
Saint loved witnessing their relationship flourish, but he couldn't help to not feel a part of that. He felt like he missed so much and still had years to catch up on.
A blind man could see that Celeste was a natural born mother. She possessed the talent and power that it took to raise a child. It just didn't make sense to add another baby mother to the equation.
Saint was already thirty-two and he was only getting older. While he and Celeste were both still young, he wanted to start his kids early and continue growing with them. He wanted to spend time with his children while he was still active and in good health.
"What are you thinking about?" The voice said, pulling him from his mind. Saint felt Celeste's thumb run over his bottom lip.
He looked at her calmly, "Nothing." Saint then gave Celeste a kiss on the forehead to which she smiled.
"Sanai missed you. She kept asking when was the next time you were coming over." Celeste explained as he rubbed her back. He could feel small bumps beginning to appear from the temperature.
Saint leaned in closer to her, "Did you miss me?" Saint watched her body for a reaction. He was still learning her body, so he did and said everything with intention.
