![]() ![]() ![]() We’re sitting in bed together looking at houses to share our son and our lives in and she asks that question. I looked at her as if she had just said the dumbest shit ever. “What are we going to do if, you know, you get married or something? I mean, it's something to think about if we're buying a house together.” We sounded more like a couple than a couple of roommates – until Emmy fucked that up with one question. I had ordered some food and we were having a perfectly normal conversation about where to buy and how many rooms we’d need. Later in the morning after we had a couple of hours of sleep, we sat on the bed with the laptop open looking at houses. When she began to stroke my aching head, I relaxed. A moment later, I felt her hesitant fingers slide into my hair. I climbed into the bed and put my head in her lap. “I feel like my head is going to e xplode.” “I have such a crazy headache,” I said as I took my shoes off at the foot of the bed. I wasn’t going to try to get into her panties this time, but I did need something else from her. Most of the time I su cceeded, unless the book was particularly good, then she shut me down. She used to sit in bed trying to read and failing because I was always trying to get into her panties. When I got back to the apartment I found Emmy in bed reading on the very kindle I had given her as a gift so long ago. I kissed L ucas and left before my sister pulled me into the kitchen for a talk. “I’ll be back for him before dinner,” I said. ![]()
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