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Magic.
It’s been a month since our little elevator interlude. A month since he cuddled me on the elevator floor and said we would figure everything out together. A month since the power suddenly went back on and a whole group of first year associates almost caught me with my skirt around my waist and Cooper’s pants unbuttoned. A month of blood pressure cuffs and candle-lit mornings in my office and breakfasts together and stolen kisses and some scorching hot secret office hookups. A month of trying to navigate our situation and each other. A good month. A settling month. A month where we seem to be floundering less and figuring it out more. I pick up my phone, rolling my eyes again at Cooper’s message, but smiling despite myself.
Cooper
Did you take your blood pressure?
Me
Yes, Daddy.
Cooper
No. Absolutely fucking not.
Me
No daddy kink for you?
Cooper
One hundred percent no.
Me
But it kind of goes along with the whole, don’t swallow, let me see my cum on your tongue thing.
Cooper
It really, really doesn’t. That is straight sexy. The daddy thing is…not.
Me
I’m just fucking with you. I would rather die than call you daddy.
Cooper
But can I call you mommy?
Me
Oh my god, that’s even worse than daddy.
Cooper
It so is.
Me
I think our kid is going to have to call us by our first names.
Cooper
Agreed. We are completely not mommy anddaddy.
Me
Ew, no.
