He calls out my name, and tears slip down my cheeks as my orgasm goes on and on and on.
“Fuck. Fuck!”
Oliver slows, then stops, his heavy breaths harsh in my ear. I cling to him as we both come back down to earth.
“Hmph,” I mumble, my brain too tired to form words.
Oliver chuckles against me. I love how connected we are. I never want it to end.
“You’re mine. Forever.”
“Yours,” I agree, nodding my head.
“We’ll figure out how to get you moved over here. You can finish up college, and we’ll get married. Then you can get a visa to work over here, or I can take care of us.”
I blink up at him. He’s saying all of the things I want to hear, and I think my heart is going to burst.
He mistakes my silence for doubt. “I know this is fast, love, but I know how I feel. I love you. You’re meant to be mine, and I’m meant to be yours. My parents fell for each other quickly, and I always rolled my eyes at their story, but now I know it’s true. It’s true because it happened to me.”
My eyes well with tears, and I nod. “I know. I can feel it too. I love you, Oliver.”
His lips meet mine, and I wrap my body around him.
“Say it again,” he orders as he starts to rock against me again.
“I love you,” I tell him. “I love you. I love you. I love you.”
He thrusts into me and goes about showing me how much he loves me too.
NINE
Oliver
Ten Years Later…
I tryto calm my youngest son as the plane taxis down the runway and lifts off. You would think this was his first time on an airplane with the way he’s acting, but we’ve been on planes a bunch of times over the years. Maybe it’s because this is the longest trip we’ve ever taken at over fourteen hours.
We’re headed to Idaho to visit Avery’s family. It’s the first time we’ve been back with all of the kids, and they’re excited to see America for the first time. I know Avery can’t wait to see everyone and show the boys where she grew up.
It’s been a wild ten years.
Things kicked into high gear after we slept together for the first time. I had her moved into my room the following day, and we’ve been inseparable ever since.
She finished her last year of college at Oxford, and we got married a week after she graduated. I wanted to do it earlier, but she thought we should get to know each other better. Plus, she wanted to focus on her studies instead of planning a wedding. I couldn’t argue with that, so we waited.
We’ve been married for close to a decade now, and it’s been wedded bliss. After we started dating, I talked to my company and asked for jobs closer to home, and for the most part, I was home every day in time for dinner.
When we found out she was pregnant, I requested to work at the home office. I hated the traveling and being away from her. I like staying closer to home, where I can be with my family and help out around the house and with the boys.
We had three boys. Our eldest, Marlon, is nine and seated next to his mom across the aisle. He’s playing on his iPad and pouting because he had to miss football camp to go on this trip.
Our middle son, Grant, is seven and seated to my left. His hazel eyes widen as he takes in everything on this plane. It’s much bigger than the ones he’s used to, and he had to explore all of it when we boarded.
Our youngest son, Brady, is five and afraid of flying. I tuck him closer to my side, and he starts to breathe slower as I snuggle him against me.
Avery finished up her bachelor’s degree and then got her masters too. She landed a job at Oxford a year later and has been teaching English Literature there ever since. She loves teaching, and it’s convenient because she has fewer hours during the summer and can be home more with the kids.
We reach cruising altitude, and Brady starts to calm down. My wife leans into the aisle, checking on us, and I smile at her, letting her know we’re all good. She blows me a kiss, and I catch it while the boys all pretend to gag. I chuckle as I sit back in my seat and prepare for the longest plane ride of my life.
I’ll go on a hundred plane rides, sit through a million terrible kids movies, and eat all of the terrible biscuits our kids help her make. I’ll do it all because it makes Avery happy, and when Avery is happy, I’m happy.
She’s my flatmate, my soulmate, my wife, the mother of my children, and the best damn thing that ever happened to me. I don’t want to imagine how empty and dull my life would be if I’d never met her but lucky for me, she answered my ad and the rest is history.
“Ready for our next adventure?” Avery asks as the plane levels out.
I grin at her. “Always, my love.”