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Slowly, Sven stood and picked Winnie up off the floor, and the three made their way back into the house.

“You get some toys,” said Natalie. “I’ll get us some snacks, and we resume our bed day.”

And that’s what they did. They stayed in bed, enjoying each other and trying to forget the mess of the morning.

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Sven

Even though the day had started out as a total shit show, one he had yet to fully unpack, Natalie had been amazing. They had done just what she’d suggested. They hung out in bed, enjoying each other and watching movies. It had been a long time since Sven had watched this many Disney movies, but it was the perfect way to spend the day.

Natalie was starting Winnie’s bath, while Sven picked up the bedroom and cleaned up the dinner they’d ordered. As he was heading downstairs, his phone rang.

It was Tillie.

“Hey, Tillie, what’s up?”

“I was going to ask you. Dad just left an almost unintelligible message and sounded pissed.”

“Oh, that... Well, he found out about Winnie.”

“Oh no . . . How’d that go?”

Sven filled her in as he loaded the dishwasher.

“Wow . . . I can’t believe he did that.”

“I can,” Sven said as turned on the dishwasher and turned to head back upstairs.

“You’re right. I’ll dodge his calls for a couple more days. Do you think he’s done?”

“I don’t know what else he can do. But, Tillie... this might be it for me and him. I don’t know how we come back from this.”

“Yeah, I totally get it.”

By the time he turned the corner into his room, Natalie was in his bed, and there was not a baby in sight. A slow smile spread across his face.

“I’m gonna let you go, sis. Text me when you’re coming.”

He crossed over to the bed with heat in his eyes. “Where’s Winnie?”

“After her bath and bottle, she fell right to sleep,” Natalie said, smiling.

“And you just waited in my bed for me.”

Natalie bit her lip and nodded.

Fuck. She was perfect.

“Natalie.” He kneeled on the bed and held the back of her head. “Fuck. I need you.”

“You have me.”

That was all he could hear.You have me. Those words played in his head over and over. He bent his head and kissed her.

Her arms snaked around him, pulling him down on the bed. He stretched out next to her, never breaking their kiss. The feel of her lips on his was perfect, but he needed to feel her skin on his as well. He needed to feel all of her.

“I think we are wearing entirely too many clothes for this.”

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