Love Lasts Forever

seduction with a baby??? (idk 😭)

I stare at the pot of spaghetti boiling on the stove, willing it to cook faster. I'm exhausted, but I also don't want to admit defeat and order takeout. Again.

"Hey, need any help?" Charlie's voice startles me, and I jump, sloshing water onto the stove.

"Shit, sorry," I mutter, turning to face him. He's leaning against the kitchen doorway, smiling at me in that way that makes my heart flutter. He's been so attentive since Demi was born, constantly checking in on me and offering to help in any way he can. I know I'm lucky to have him.

"Here, let me take over," he says, gently pushing me aside and taking over stirring the spaghetti. I watch as he moves around the kitchen, grabbing a bowl to drain the pasta and pulling out ingredients to make a salad. He looks so natural and confident, and I can't help but feel a surge of love for him.

"Thank you," I say, wrapping my arms around his waist and resting my head on his back. "For everything."

He reaches up to squeeze my hand. "Anytime, Harper. You know that."

I pull away and start chopping vegetables for the salad, trying to focus on the task at hand and not on the way Charlie's biceps flex as he stirs the pasta. It's been so long since we've had a moment alone together, just the two of us. I miss the way it feels to have his full attention, to be able to touch him and kiss him without interruption.

"Hey, can you hand me that olive oil?" Charlie asks, gesturing to the bottle on the counter.

I reach for it, our fingers brushing as I pass it to him. It's such a small, mundane moment, but it sends a jolt of desire through me. I can't help but remember the way it felt to have his hands on me, to feel him inside of me.

"Harper," he says, his voice low and serious. I look up to see him watching me, his eyes dark with desire. "Come here."

I set down the knife and cross the kitchen to stand in front of him. He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me close, his lips finding mine in a hungry kiss. I moan as his tongue tangles with mine, tasting the tangy sweetness of the tomato sauce he was just cooking.

"I've missed you," he murmurs against my lips. "I know it's been crazy since Demi was born, but I need you, Harper. I need to feel you, to be inside of you."

I kiss him harder, my hands tugging at the hem of his shirt. "Yes," I gasp, my body already aching for him. "Please, Charlie."

He lifts me up onto the counter, pushing my skirt up around my waist as he kisses a trail down my neck. I lean back, my head falling against the cabinet as I give myself over to the sensation of his mouth on my body. It's been so long since I've felt this desired, this wanted.

"Fuck, Harper," he groans, his fingers finding the edge of my panties and tugging them aside. "You're so wet for me."

I bite my lip as he slides a finger inside of me, my hips arching up to meet his hand. It feels so good, but it's not enough. I need more.

"Please, Charlie," I beg, my voice husky with desire. "I need you inside of me."

He doesn't need any more convincing. He pulls down his pants and boxers, positioning himself at my entrance. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer as he slides inside of me.

"Oh god," I moan, my head falling back as he fills me up. It's been so long since we've had sex, and it feels incredible to have him inside of me again.

He starts to move, his hips thrusting against mine as he kisses my neck, my collarbone, my breasts. I run my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer as I meet his thrusts with my own.

"You feel so good, Harper," he pants, his breath hot against my skin. "So fucking good."

I can feel myself getting close, the tension building deep in my core. I gasp as he reaches down to rub my clit, my legs shaking as the pleasure washes over me.

"Charlie," I moan, my fingers digging into his back as I come hard around him.

He follows me over the edge, his thrusts becoming erratic as he finds his own release. He collapses against me, his head resting on my shoulder as we both try to catch our breath.

"Wow," I say, my voice barely above a whisper.

Charlie laughs, pulling back to look at me. "Yeah, wow."

We stay like that for a few more minutes, wrapped up in each other and enjoying the feeling of being close again. Eventually, we pull apart, cleaning up and finishing dinner together.

As we sit down to eat, Demi starts to cry from her bedroom. Charlie reaches for her, cradling her close as she settles back to sleep.

"I'll take her," I say, starting to stand up.

Charlie shakes his head. "No, you finish your dinner. I've got her."

I sit back down, my heart swelling with love for him. Even after everything we've been through, he's still here, still taking care of me and Demi in every way he can. I know I'm lucky to have him.

We eat in silence for a few minutes, lost in our own thoughts. Finally, I look up at him, a smile on my face.

"I love you, Charlie," I say, reaching across the table to take his hand.

He smiles back, his eyes shining with love. "I love you too, Harper. More than anything."

We finish our dinner, lost in each other and in the love that still burns so brightly between us. Even after everything we've been through, I know that we'll make it work. Together, we can face anything.