Page 33 of Wistful Whispers

“Make sure you make time,” I say.

“Oh don’t worry. We’ve hired more staff and promoted Kurt. The company is doing well so I’ll take my paternity leave, come what may.”

We work in silence for a while, laughter and giggles drifting up from the living room.

“Ols, I’m going to ask Hannah to marry me.” I’ve been trying to talk to him for weeks now but I kept chickening out. I’m not sure why I’m concerned.

“And you’re asking for my permission?” He raises an eyebrow in question.

“God no; sorry, no disrespect but your sister is forty-one years old. She’ll cut off my balls if I ask anyone but her for permission to marry her,” I chuckle.

“I was about to say, mate—” he laughs.

“I just wanted you to know. I don’t know why, but I just want to know you’re okay with it.”

“What if I’m not?” he asks crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“I’d try to convince you otherwise but it wouldn’t stop me. Hannah and Chrissy are my life and I won’t let you or anyone keep me from them. But I might ask you how I can bribe you.”

Ols laughs out loud, “No bribe needed. I couldn’t wish for a better person for my sister. You don’t have my permission but you have all my best wishes.”

Well that’s one McCallum convinced, now I just need to convincemyMcCallum, the love of my life.

Hannah

I gently stroke over Chrissy’s forehead. She’s curled up in her bed with a tight grip on Fanti, the small stuffed elephant Jake got her before she was born. Ever since she discovered him he’s become her best bud. We left him at Ols’ one night in the summer and she wouldn’t stop crying until Jake got dressed in the middle of the night and went to pick up the toy.

I place one last kiss on her forehead before making my way to our bedroom. I don’t need to worry that I’ll wake her because she’s completely exhausted from all the birthday fun. Of course her favourite gift was the small slide Jake bought her. She and Jake spent an hour in her room sliding.

When I get back Jake is sitting up in our bed, eyes closed and fast asleep. I don’t know if I deserve this much happiness but I won’t fight it. How many people can say that they’ve fallen in love with their best friend and soulmate who would literally give their life to make sure you’re safe?

Our love has these monumental moments, the day at the lake—that’s what we call it the very few times we talk about—Chrissy’s birth, all events that were life-changing and soul-shattering. But it’s the little moments that make us. When we cook together, when we spend a Sunday morning in bed with Chrissy, reading fairy tales, every evening when he comes home and spends first ten minutes giving his daughter the hugs she wants, the moments when he kisses me awake for some mind-blowing adult time. It’s those moments that make this the best life I could have hoped for.

“Jake,” I whisper and gently shake him. If he continues sleeping like this he’ll wake up with a stiff neck. “Jake?”

“I think in fairytales people get kissed awake,” he mumbles peeking through one closed eye.

“Is that so,” I giggle before sliding my lips over his. I’m about to pull back when he grabs my hips and gently throws me onto the mattress. He’s above me in an instant, kissing me deeply and passionately.

“Someone’s wide awake now,” I laugh.

“Told you. You need to kiss people.” He licks his way along the column of my neck before gently biting my earlobe.

Jake's tongue feels hot against my skin, like a little flame licking its way up to my ear. He puts his hand on my cheek and gently pulls me towards him, closing the distance between us with a soft sweet kiss. His lips taste warm and familiar against mine. Our two bodies are magnets drawing each other together.

I love the feeling of Jake's mouth on mine. There's something so intimate about it that makes me feel all tingly inside.

Jake's hand moves from my cheek to cup the back of my head, pulling me even closer as if he wants to melt our bodies together.

Our tongues dance with each other as we explore each other's mouths, our lips moving in sync like we've been practising for years.

My skin prickles as his fingers slide down my back and pull me towards him until our bodies are pressed tightly together.

I can feel his hard cock pressing against me through his boxers and it sends shivers down my spine.Fuck, he feels good!

His kisses become more urgent now as he moves his hand down from the small of my back to squeeze my arse gently but firmly.

I moan into his mouth, encouraging him to take what he wants. He pulls back slightly, his eyes intense and focused on me.

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