Finding My Way Home

Chapter 1

Diane Miller

I feel Ethan's soft hand touch my arm. Off in the distance, I hear him talking to me. "Wake up baby. You are going to be late for work."

Groaning, I open my eyes to find my husband's arm wrapped around me. "Do I have to? I like where I am now."

Laughing, Ethan pinches my leg. "I like it too, but you do need to get up."

"You woke me from a very sexy dream about you."

Ethan moves closer to me. "Oh yeah, what was it about?"

I roll over and kiss the nape of his neck, then his beautiful mouth. Ethan and morning sex go hand in hand. I was always shy about kissing him in the morning. You know how it is in the morning with dragon breath and bed hair. It never bothered him, and eventually, I caved. He is so goddamn handsome, how could I not?

"I see you had one of those dreams, didn't you? What can I do to relieve the ache sweetheart?"

After more than twenty years of marriage, Ethan still knows how to rev my engine. "What are you doing Ethan?" I am asking him a stupid question. I know what he is doing.

In his sexy morning voice, he whispers to me, "If you need to ask me, I'm doing something wrong."

"How much time do we have?" The hell with work, I don't care if I'm late.

"If I give it my best effort, we have maybe ten minutes."

"You always work well under pressure. Give it your best shot!"

Before I know what is happening to me, Ethan is on top of me, and my arms are over my head. I love it when he restrains me. His body feels hot on top of mine. Ethan always overwhelms me, and before I can say anything, our bodies become one. And then he does what he always does. He stops moving and takes a minute to savor the intimacy. I close my eyes and tighten my muscles around him, silently asking him to move. It doesn't work, and I hear a soft chuckle come from him.

"That never works, my darling."

How does he always do this to me? You would think that after all these years, I've heard it all, but somehow, Ethan always manages to make me cry. Today is no different than any other day. I lower my hands to his dimpled ass and pull him closer to me. "If you don't move soon, I will dig my nails into your gorgeous ass."

"Violence doesn't become you Diane, but if you want me to move, who am I to deny you anything?"

Such a smart mouth, but I love it. I love everything about my husband. Just as we are about to implode, there is a loud knock on the bedroom door. It's our daughter. Ethan moans in my ear, "Can she come back in two minutes?"

"The ship has sailed honey. Get off me." Kellie's constant banging on the door is the only sound in the room.

"Mommy, please, get out of bed. I have to leave for school soon."

"What time is it?"

"It's six-thirty. Why are you still sleeping?"

Ethan yells out to her. "Kellie, Mommy slept late this morning. Go down to the kitchen and eat breakfast. I'll take you and Joey to school."

"So much for morning sex," Ethan mutters as he pulls on his underwear, sweatpants and tee shirt. "Go take a shower. I'll make their lunch. How many years do we have before they go away to college?"

The thought of my babies out of the house is a sobering thought. Joey graduates in what feels like a few months, and we have already helped him with several college applications. My son is just like his father; ambitious, focused, and intelligent. My daughter, well, the jury's still out on my little princess. We have a difficult time keeping her focused on her school work. It's hard remembering what I was like at eight years old, and I am trying to be patient. Her grades are good, but she'd rather have a sleepover with her little friends than read a book.