There's No Way

Celebrate

- Two Weeks Later -

[Shawn's POV]

I sat in my new office filling out some paperwork when I heard a soft knock on my door. I looked up to see my wife standing in the doorway smiling at me.

"This office really does suit you..." she said as she sauntered over to me. I smiled and looked around at the extravagant room.

"Yeah...it's gonna take a while to get used to all of this, especially the fact that you're not gonna be here with me all day anymore. How's your last day going?" I asked as I stood up and kissed her forehead.

"Pretty good, I don't really have anything to do so I'm kinda of just hanging out and reminiscing. We've made some pretty good memories in this place, you know that?" she said. I wiggled my eyebrows suggestively before she playfully swatted my arm. "Not just those memories, perv!"

"Hey! If my memory serves me correctly, each of those 'pervy' memories started because you couldn't keep it in your pants," I said as I booped her small nose with my finger.

"I don't think the phrase 'keep it in your pants' works as well with females," she sighed. "But yes, I will take responsibility for our storage room shenanigans...and any less-than-decent photos or videos that may have been sent to your phone," she laughed. "Seriously though, this job was the start of us. You were my work husband before you were ever my actual husband. It's kind of sad to close this chapter that brought so much joy to my life...that brought you to my life."

"Well, it's not like you'll never be back here. I mean, I'm the Vice President of the company now. I'm sure you'll still be in here from time to time," I reminded her.

"I know," she sighed. "But it's not the same. I'll never get to peek over at you from my cubicle again." She stuck out her bottom lip in a sad pout.

"That's true. But..." I walked over to her and wrapped my arms around her small body. "You get to wake up next to me every morning...and I get to come home to you every night." She looked up at me with those beautiful brown eyes and smiled before I quickly connected our lips. "This isn't the end of the story, Camila...it's only the beginning."

"Speaking of..." she said as she pulled away from the hug and sat down in one of the chairs across from my desk. "I've been looking through profiles of more potential surrogates."

"Oh yeah? Anyone stand out?" I asked as I sat down at my desk.

"Not really," she sighed. "I didn't think about how difficult it would be to pick someone to carry your child. I mean, what kind of qualifications are you supposed to be looking for with something like that? I mean, none of them are bad, but none of them feel right either. Do you think this is one of those "you know when you know" kind of situations? Or do we just pick someone who's good enough and call it a day?"

"I don't know," I admitted. "The whole process still confuses me a bit, honestly."

"You and me both."

"So, how should we celebrate your first night as a free woman?" I inquired.

"The same way we always celebrate things." I gave her a questioning look, unsure of what she was referring to. "Sex and tequila," she clarified.

"You're feisty. I like it," I quipped. "I think we're out of tequila, but we can swing by the liquor store and pick some up on the way home."

Camila spent the rest of her last remaining work day tying up some loose ends and saying her farewells to her coworkers. Right at 5 o' clock, she came and stood in the doorway of my office.

"Hey cutie. I just have a couple more things to finish up and then we can head out. It should only take a few minutes."

"Okay," she said cheerfully. "I was just going to go bid farewell to the old storage closet...would you like to join me?" The way she drew her bottom lip between her teeth after she asked told me I probably didn't want to miss what her final goodbye to the storage closet was going to be—and she was right.

"You'll have to come visit sometimes so we can keep the storage room tradition alive," I said as I haphazardly pulled my pants back on.

"I'm sure we can arrange that." She stood up on her tippy toes and wrapped her arms around my neck before pulling me down for a kiss, letting me taste myself on her lips.

"Come on," I said as I playfully smacked her on the butt. "Let's get home and properly celebrate."

After our quick stop at the liquor store to pick up a bottle of tequila, we went back home and each took a shot. One shot somehow turned into several, and before we knew it we were up in the attic—Camila dancing around like a child as I sloppily played "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" on the piano. After my third or fourth time playing the song, I noticed Camila was no longer dancing around. I looked toward the corner and noticed her laying down on the floor cuddling a pillow.

"I think I got too drunk," she slurred. I chuckled and got down on the floor to join her.

"Sorry. That may be my fault. Sometimes I forget that someone as tiny as you doesn't necessarily have the same alcohol tolerance as someone as giant as me," I confessed.

"Mmm...mi gigante..." she hummed as she wrapped herself around me like a koala. I considered teasing her about her sudden switch into koala mode, but didn't. To be completely honest, I actually quite enjoyed it. I cupped her face in my hands to kiss her and noticed she had already completely passed out. I held her close to me and fell asleep shortly after she did.

——

"Unghhh..." Camila groaned as the sunlight peered through the small window in the attic, successfully waking us both up. "I thought we agreed last time that we would never sleep on the floor up here again? My back is gonna be killing me all day..."

"In hindsight, I probably should've taken us downstairs. Sorry about that," I admitted.

"I must've been gone last night. We didn't even get to the drunk sex part and I already passed out? When did I become such a lightweight..." She scoffed at herself.

"Well, if it's any consolation—I hear hungover sex is interesting..." I winked as my hands trailed down to her round ass, squeezing gently.

"Well there's only one way to find out!" she exclaimed as she pushed me down against the wood of the floor and straddled me, connecting our lips in a frenzy of heat and passion.