Page 41 of Only You
He just laughs and squeezes my shoulder. “Well, I’m still happy for you.”
“There’s nothing wrong with taking it slow, you know? Just because you and your man had to do the instant family thing two seconds into meeting doesn’t mean that’s for us.” While I’m not trying to be a dick, I’m totally serious about that part. Kellan and Phillip—they made sense. Every step of the way, I was supportive of it because I knew it was what was right for them. But with Remy, I know we need to take it slow. I’m fine with a glacial pace as long as we can be together along the way. I don’t need to say the words out loud to show him how much I love him. I don’t need him to tell me he loves me as long as I can feel it.
And I do feel it. I feel everything when I’m with Remy.
“True. No one is nearly as awesome as we are,” Kellan singsongs, and again, I flip him off just as Braylen comes running down the hall to bust me for flipping his brother off.
We’re all going to his school music program tonight, and Remy is meeting us there, going as my date. Before I know it, thehouse is full of people buzzing around and trying to get dressed and out the door.
We’re almost late to the school because someone kept leaving one thing or another behind. But when I’m finally walking up to the school, I’m all smiles when I see Remy outside the front door, waiting.
I don’t waste any time, pulling him into me for a quick kiss, hearing, “Gross,” and “That’s my principal, man,” from Raegan and Cason and a giggle from Braylen, but I pay them no mind as we walk into the school.
My hand remains in Remy’s as we find our seats, saving Kellan a spot while he walks Braylen to meet with his class.
“Thank you for inviting me,” Remy says with a sweet smile.
“Thank you for coming with.”
“God, there’s two annoying as shit couples now,” Cason grumbles from next to me, which makes Remy snicker.
“Careful, or I’ll show up to your football game and make out with him in the stands,” I threaten.
Remy elbows me playfully. “I’m the principal at the school. Pretty sure I can’t be doing that.”
“He doesn’t know that,” I tease.
Remy snickers again, and I hold his hand in mine. Kellan joins us, and the kids come out onto the stage. My life has changed drastically in the past year or so. I never thought I’d be sitting in the audience at a grade school choir performance as I watch kids dance and sing, waving their little hands excitedly.
But I watch Remy just as much, and what I see is pure joy on his face. And I lose another piece of my heart to this sweet man.
“Do you want kids?”I ask, lying in his bed, both of us totally naked from our earlier grinding session. Cum cools on our bodies as our hands remain entwined.
We’re both lying on our backs, his head on my shoulder, but when I ask the question, he turns his head toward me and angles it upward to gaze at me in shock.
I tilt my head down enough to look at him. “I mean, if you don’t, it’s okay with me. And I don’t mean like right now. I’m just making conversation.”Jesus, Tatum. When the hell did I become this bumbling, uncool idiot?“I’m just curious.”
He chuckles, which eases some of the tension between us. “I don’t know.” I nod, accepting that answer and thinking it’s over when he rolls to his side and props his elbow up, his head on his hand. “Do you?”
I look up at his ceiling thoughtfully. “I don’t know either. It’s not something I ever really thought about.”
“But you are now . . .” he says carefully.
“Maybe.” I roll to my side, mirroring his position so I can look right at him. “Tonight was fun.”
He smiles warmly. “It was. Those kids are awfully cute.”
“They were very cute. And actually pretty good. There’s no way I could remember all that choreography while remembering the lyrics at the same time like that.”
I can’t help staring into his eyes as he watches me. His hair is slightly damp from sweat, and I push it back with my fingers, looking at his plump lips. “The world scares me, Tatum. I don’t know if I could bring kids into it. What if I turned out to be like my mother?”
I instantly reject that as being impossible, but I do understand his feelings. They’re valid. When you come from shitty parents, it’s natural to worry about becoming a shitty parent yourself. “Remy,” I say quietly, brushing my lips over his because I can’t resist. “I’ve never met a better human being inmy entire life. There’s no doubt in my mind that you’d be an excellent father and nothing like your parents, if you did decide to have kids.”
His mouth seeks mine, deepening the kiss a little, not letting me get by with the quick brush of my mouth on his. His hand goes into my hair as his lips move over mine, his tongue sweeping into my mouth and ratcheting up my need for him, despite having only come moments ago. I roll his body under mine and kiss him hard as I feel his dick respond, mine rapidly filling as well.
The hand in my hair tightens, and he uses it to pull my head back so he can look up at me. “You know you’re incredible too, right, Tatum? I think you’d be an excellent father.”
“I think as long as you’re there with me, I can do anything.”
