Page 39 of Silver Lining Love

I’d never had three orgasms in one night, but if anyone could make me have a triple, it was Wyatt Briggs.

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WYATT

“You can’t predict the future; you can only create it.” ~ Gamma Mary

The sun was shining; birds were chirping, and the brilliant blue backdrop of the sky was dotted with fluffy white clouds. I felt like I was walking in a live-action Disney movie as Alice, Benji and I made our way to the park. This morning, Whitney was taking Michael out for some one-on-one time, and then this afternoon, we were all going to go to his baseball game.

“Can you push me on the swing when we get to the park?” Alice spun in circles beside me as I pushed Benji in the stroller.

“Only if you’ll push me, too.”

She laughed. “You’re too big to go on the swings.”

I looked down at her and, in a very serious tone, stated, “No one is ever too big to go on the swings.”

My response just caused her to giggle more as she continued spinning.

It was during moments like these that I couldn’t remember why I’d been so adamant about not having kids. Logically, I knew it was because I’d gotten so burnt out during my childhood, but emotionally I just couldn’t seem to reconcile my prior stance. Still, I knew that just a few months ago, a day like today would have felt like a nightmare to me. But now it was shaping up to be a perfect day after a fucking perfect night.

What Whitney and I had shared together wasn’t sex. I wasn’t sure what it was. But I’d had sex before, lots of it, with multiple partners, and nothing had ever come close to reaching the intimacy, the connection, the intensity of what we’d shared.

After making love on the bathroom counter, we’d got in the shower for round two. There would have most likely been a round three, but we were interrupted by the sound of Benji crying. I’d offered to get him back to sleep, but Whitney insisted that I go. She said that she was already going to have a tough time walking today and she didn’t want to be so sore that she couldn’t.

Thinking of her being sore today from our activities last night had all the primitive feelings that had laid dormant in me for thirty-six years roaring to life. I wanted her to remember what we’d done with every step that she took.

We entered the park and Alice pointed to the tallest slide.

“Can I go on that slide?”

This morning Whitney warned me that the last time they’d gone to the park, she’d got stuck at the top of the ladder and Michael had to climb up and help her back down, but I didn’t want to discourage her from trying it again.

“Of course, you can,” I spoke with confidence, not wanting her to see even a second of hesitation in me.

She did one more spin and then ran to the bottom of the ladder and began to climb up. I pushed the stroller over, so I would be close, just in case.

Halfway up, she paused and looked down.

“You’re almost there.” I gave her a thumbs-up and cheered for her. “You got this, Alice!”

She took a deep breath and started to climb again. But after two more rungs, I noticed her bottom lip begin to tremble. “I want to come down.”

“Okay, you can climb all the way back down, or you can go two more steps and slide down. Sliding is so much more fun, but if you want to climb down, you can.”

She was holding onto the ladder, and I saw her arms shaking. I grabbed Benji out of the stroller and began to climb up the ladder with him in my arms. It was tricky, but I managed to make it up to Alice.

Her breathing was shallow and rapid, and I was worried she might start hyperventilating. I decided to use a tactic my mom had used a thousand times on me and my brothers and sister. “I’ll take you down to the bottom and then climb back up.”

“Why are you going to climb back up?” her voice trembled.

“Benji wants to go down, so I’ll take you down and then bring him back up,” I explained.

“Benji’s too little to go down.”

“No, he’s not. He can go down with me.”

“You’re going down?” She glanced back at me.

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