Babygirl

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Xavier's pov

"Decavalante." Closing the door to my office, I paced the carpet as I waited for a response.

"Xavier," a voice purred on the other end, coming out more as javier than my name, "how've you been?"

"And to whom am I speaking to," I growled. "How did you get this number?"

"Let's say I'm an old friend of your wife's." I calmed down some—good, she knew I was married and in fact friends with her. But the way she mentioned it, so hostile and almost distastful... it's nothing.

"Your name?"

"Call me Lena." S never mentioned a Lena, but a friend of hers was a friend of mine.

I kept silent, using an age-old tactic to wait for her to explain the reason behind her call. Clearing her throat, the sultry voice of the woman cooed, "I was hoping to catch up."

"And you couldn't call S?" Something was off; this was my work number, and only select few had the pleasure of knowing it.

"With you, silly."

I snorted. "We can't catch up if I don't know you in the first place, Lena."

There was a snooty huff, before she regained composure and crooned, "For S? I'm sure she misses me, but I want to surprise her and I need your help to get to know her again. Meet me?"

Something wasn't quite right, but this was for S, my queen. Although there was never a Lena mentioned in all our years, I wasn't about to confirm and possibly ruin a surprise.

A couple minutes went by with silence as I weighed out the cons and pros of this arrangement. Finally, I growled, "Rizzo's, reservations will be under Damiano. Tomorrow, five pm. Don't be late."

"Of course."

Then I hung up, sinking into my office chair. Was this the right choice?

S' POV

Oh how my life had gotten into this string of uninterrupted bliss. The kitchen was clean but I couldn't help dirtying my mind wondering who called Xavier an hour ago. The sun has been a good confidant. How beautiful the white wood glistening from the rays pouring in. I loved my kitchen, maybe more than the rest of the house. What am I saying? The whole house was my dream. I was proud of this house. Something no one could take away from me. My hips moved to the sound of the birds and how the trees whispered back and forth with the wind. Two double French doors led openly to the garden. It gave a perfect view of the ocean and the willow tree that hung over the cliff. The other mansion had too much air in it. Those rich people practically lived on top of each other. Jakes home didn't feel like home. Not enough of anything. All I could think about was how bad I was living in a home with my them lover that my husband had bought.

My white marble counter top laid smooth under my palms. This home felt like someone important lived here. But that they didn't take themselves too seriously and you could have fun. When El gets older this will be the home she brings her friends to where they can hang out. And where our family will grow. Down in the cove Xavier and I will swim naked together even when we reach out 60's and find we hate one another but have grown too fond to let eachother go. My life settled here once I saw how happy we all were.

There was a sweet smell to it all too. Like an hour after you've just baked brownies. Smell of how Christmas morning always smells. Heaven.

As I stared out at my lush front yard two slithering arms wrapped around me and invaded my space. Prickles tickled my back, I've always hated facial hair. But the tender kisses he placed on my back let my smile hang there. "I know what you're up to" Xavier whispered against the back of my neck.