Page 69 of Infected By Virus

“Well then, sweetheart, I’d say you’re due for another exposure. I gotta make sure you’re good and infected.”

“Gross. Add referring to sex as exposure therapy to the list.”

“What list?”

“The list of words and phrases not to use for our sexy adult fun time or our,”—she air quoted—“private parts.”

She laughed as she pushed against his chest and rode him to bliss. He lost count of how many times they made love. At some point, sleep claimed them both.

When they woke, both were eager to see Adam.

Virus leaned against the archway, watching Rae brush her teeth. The act had him feeling strangely at peace. Rae in his place like she lived there. Fuck, she would too. He smiled at the reminder of how he convinced her of it.

Multiple times and in damn near every room of the place.

She met his gaze in the mirror. “What?” Her question garbled from the toothpaste dribbling down her chin. Was it weird that he found that sexy?

Stalking to her, he wrapped his arms around her waist, maintaining eye contact in the mirror.

“Just thinking, it’s a shame we didn’t test out this counter yet.” He dropped a kiss on her head as she rolled her eyes, then spit. Virus gave her a little space to finish up. But she was moving too slow for his liking.

“Come on, come on.” He did his best to imitate Adam when he was excited. He hadn’t had much time with his kid yet, but his excited dance was already seared into his mind.

“I wanna go get our son.” Virus’s heart was damn near ready to burst.

Rae turned and gave him the same, albeit fake, indulgent smile she gave Adam. That sunshine that radiated from her when she was happy was back. He thought he’d never see it again, but there it was, directed at him.

They were taking Adam for pancakes to tell him the good news. Rae was staying too.

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