Chapter 9
(Anastasia)
Ross didn’t get his answer that day. The way I saw it, he never really asked me a question. He was only doling out statements.
We started dating like a real couple the next week, though. We had play dates with Leslie and then we had our dates, just for us. My life was coming back together. My family was coming together.
It’s not like I made plans for marriage, but the possibility is still out there and if I ever do get married, it would be to Ross.
Watching the sunset became a thing for us as a family. Leslie playing in the big backyard and the sun getting lower and lower as Ross sat with his arm around my shoulders, usually we drank coffee then. We didn’t talk much, just took in the peace and serenity of the day’s end. It was lovely.
Then, tucking Leslie in for the night became a regular part of our days together and she came to expect a story and a kiss from Ross.
One night, after he finished reading her a bedtime story, and kissed her goodnight, she looked up at him sleepily and asked, “Are you my daddy, Ross? I want you to be my daddy.”
Standing in the doorway, my heart filled to bursting with love for that crafty, smart little girl. And, Ross handled the situation like a pro, never missing a beat.
“Well, Leslie, I am your father, as a matter of fact. I’m glad you want me to be your daddy, because I love being your daddy.” He kissed her forehead. “I love you, Leslie.”
“I love you, Daddy.” She yawned and cuddled with her teddy bear, ready for sleep.
Ross met me in the hallway. “Kids are so adaptable.” He reached for me, his fingers touching the back of my neck gently.
“Mm-hm. That they are.” I let him pull me close for a passionate kiss.
“Maybe we should take a lesson from her, huh?” He devoured me with his eyes and walked me to the bedroom.
“Lesson?” I was unbuttoning his shirt. It had been so long since I’d touched his skin. I was starving for his touch.
“Being adaptable and accepting of…well…anything.” He pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it to the floor, kicked the door shut, and took off my bra and dropped it as he guided me toward the bed.
Picking me up, he carried me the last few feet, tossed me roughly to the bed and yanked off my jeans and panties. I squealed with delight at his assertiveness. His desire was a turn-on for me. I arched my back and rubbed my breasts for him as he stepped out of the rest of his clothes.
“Come give me something to accept, Ross,” I purred.
He climbed on the bed and I spread my legs, welcoming him back. His member was erect and throbbing as he pressed it against me, moving his hips side to side, rubbing me in the most erotic way.
I moaned as he took my nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his teeth and tongue. “I want you inside me, Ross,” I pleaded.
“Forever?” He poised, ready for penetration.
“Forever,” I answered as he guided himself into me.
The first round of lovemaking was rough and we both came quickly. The second round was more for our soul’s satisfaction and it lasted for an hour. The sweet, slow strokings of our bodies against one another, turned the bedroom into our heaven for a while.
We lay in a tangle of arms and legs, still joined together, and drifted to sleep in the afterglow.
This would be our future.
This would be our forever.
END