Page 108 of Thorns That Bloom
“Me too. And she will. I know it. I think it could really help move this in a good direction.”
His eyes glisten with emotion, and after nodding, Theo stays quiet for a moment, just staring into his cup. I let him process, patiently studying his thoughtful expression.
I do hope Theo and Gail can get over their misunderstandings and find a way back to each other. I want that for him.
“Speaking of meetings,” he says quickly after he sips his coffee, blue eyes lighting up with positive energy again. “My dads invited us to dinner on Monday. They said it would be great for us to get out of the apartment and have a little break. I think they just want to have a baby around. They basically begged me.”
I laugh with Theo.
“I wasn’t sure whether to say yes. You wanted me to go to that therapy session with you on Monday, right?”
Crap. I almost forgot about that.
“Yeah, that’s right. I should be okay to go to your parents’ after. They always make me feel relaxed, anyway.” While my therapy sessions have been less consistent since Melody’s birth, I’m determined to keep going with them.
Bringing Theo with me to address some possible issues, even proactively, was Dr. Stewart’s suggestion. I was nervous at first, but she has a way of making me open up about stuff, so it can only be good for us.
That way, I can be more honest and intimate with Theo. He deserves that. He deserves to have the best, healthiest partner I can be for him, myself, and our daughter.
“Are you sure it won’t be too much?” he asks softly.
I lean forward over the table and take his head between my palms, running my thumbs over his cheeks reassuringly. “I’m sure. Thank you. For thinking of me.”
It will be good to see them after. Theo’s dad having gone through a similar ordeal, and both of them already knowing what we’ve been dealing with, always makes me feel less alone. His dad and I have this unspoken solidarity, and I’m more hopeful around him. He’s the proof that I can live a long, happy, content life. In a fulfilling relationship. A proof that what happened to me doesn’t have to define me. And it won’t.
Theo smirks, his voice rumbling low when he whispers, “I’m always thinking of you.”
We finish our breakfast in silence, peacefully watching the world outside wake up. Moments like these are rare, so I savor it, allowing myself to exist in the present without worrying or letting my thoughts wander. This ordinary, peaceful moment, made perfect in every way by the person I share it with.
“What?” Theo asks with a shy grin once he notices my gaze following him. He’s standing up to pick up our empty plates and put them in the kitchen.
I purse my lips, shrugging. “Nothing.” Glancing back at me suspiciously, Theo saunters to the kitchen, giving me asumptuous view of his backside and the V-shaped back muscles leading down to his narrow waist. “Let’s go back to bed, lounge about for a bit,” I suggest.
Theo turns to me with the expression of an excited puppy, his eyes basically sparkling. “Don’t have to ask me twice.”
I walk around the bed to check on Melody first. She’s sound asleep, being gently rocked in her crib. Her puffy upper lip quivers a little before she shifts and lets out a satisfied sigh that makes my heart flutter.
Theo appears behind me, wrapping his hands around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder to join in on the viewing.
“I can’t believe I made something so perfect,” I whisper.
“I can.” He places a kiss on my neck. It sends pleasant shivers all over my body. I push my head back, relaxing against his body with an exhale. Theo runs his hand toward my stomach and slips it under my shirt to knead at the stretched skin on my belly. The same way he’s been doing ever since I came back from the hospital. It made me uncomfortable and self-conscious at first, but he’s somehow managed to convince me that there’s beauty worthy of appreciation in the ways my body has changed. And Theo sure likes to appreciate it.
“The bed,” I whisper, the restless sensation I’ve been feeling from the moment I woke up to see him with the baby growing stronger within me.
“Right.” He chuckles. “Sorry.”
Before joining Theo, I carefully take Melody out of her cot to move her. Thankfully, she’s a pretty good sleeper, so she only opens her eyes for a moment after I put her in the crib in the nursery and then quickly drifts back to sleep.
Once I get back, we lie next to each other, wrapping our arms and legs together. I release my pheromones with a deep sigh and hope that Theo can sense the need in them. The yearning for more than just some morning cuddles.
“Mhmmm,” he hums eagerly, pushing closer toward me. We’re almost flush; chest to chest, crotch against crotch. “Are you sure?” he asks gently and brushes my curls out of my face.
I thrust my hips into him, drawing out a moan with ease, and lean in to suck on his bottom lip. Theo grabs the back of my head to pull me into a proper kiss.
“I want to try,” I say, my stomach twisting with desire and throat tightening with desperation. Theo pauses and meets my eyes, caution and lust warring within him.
It’s been a while since we tried something like that. The baby has left little time foranything.
