My Boy// SnowBaz ✔️

Chapter 27

8 years later

Baz

I sit down heavily on the couch, exhaustion making the old sofa feel incredibly comfortable. Simon is putting Lucy to bed in her room, while I flip through shows to watch. I hear them laughing from her room, and I can only assume her bedtime story got sidetracked to one of Simon's awful jokes. I get up to join them, not wanting to miss out on whatever is going on.

"We almost ready to sleep?" I laugh, when I see that they are both laughing themselves silly, and nowhere near being relaxed.

"Yeah yeah almost" Simon shoos me away, and I playfully push him to the side as I sit down at the edge of our daughter's bed.

"How about I read you both a story to get you settled down?" I grab the book out of my husband's hands, and he glares at me playfully.

"Yes!" Lucy cheers happily, quickly getting herself into bed. She's still young enough to not notice that I'm making up the story every night. Halfway through I realize that she's fallen asleep, and I motion to Simon. We both silently leave her room, turning off the light and closing the door behind us. He wraps an arm around my waist pulling me closer as we sit down on the sofa.

"How was work?" He asks playing with my hair (we've been together for years, and his fascination with my hair hasn't disappeared).

"It's was okay, had a couple jack asses I had to get thrown out, but other than that, not bad," I tell him. When we first started talking about having a kid, I was worried working at the club wouldn't work out, but it's been an amazing fit for our lives. I'm the owner now, so I don't usually end up staying super late, I try to be home before Lucy's in bed. And I get to spend time with her all morning, she just started pre-K, but before that, we'd spend the whole day together until Simon got home. I miss the time before pre-K if I'm being honest, but I know I'm lucky that I get to be with her as she grows up.

"Hm that's good that it wasn't too bad" he smiles tiredly.

"Yeah" I agree, scratching my nails lightly up and down his arm. I don't know why he likes it so much, but it always makes him relax. "How 'bout you? How was work?"

"Really good! Remember Sam? The kid that couldn't figure out his multiplication last week? He got it today, and that was honestly the highlight of my day" he tells me excitedly. I'm so jealous of the way he lights up when he talks about teaching. He loves it so much, and I'm so glad he has it in his life. I definitely couldn't do it, I don't think I have the patience to teach thirty grade fours simple math and watch them not be able to understand it.

"That's amazing" I grin.

"It really is" he agrees and rests his head on my shoulder. we relax silently enjoying each other's company, wrapped in each other's arms. I can feel his heart beating against me, and I take a moment to appreciate how lucky I am to have this man. I press a kiss to his neck, and he giggles. "You know that tickles, right?" He laughs.

"That's part of the appeal" I grin and kiss him again. This time he pushes me away, and I can tell he's trying to hide his grin, but it's not working.

"Am I sensing some sort of ulterior motive here?" he laughs, walking his fingers down my chest to the waistband of my trousers.

"Maybe" I smirk.

"Okay, but you have to return the favour after," he tells me.

"of course" I get up off the sofa, and all but drag Simon behind me into our room.

"Eager today aren't we?" Simon chuckles.

"It's been almost a week" I try to justify myself, but simons just smiles at me amusedly shaking his head. As soon as we're on the bed Simon takes me by surprise and pushes me down forcibly. I love when he's rough with me like this, and he knows it. It took him a while to get comfortable with it, but now I'm starting to think he enjoys forcing me around too much.