Page 16 of In Love With My Best Friend

Larissa

I wake up cold and search for Jake. His side of the bed is empty, he’s not in the room. I go to the dresser and fish out a shirt of Jake’s and a pair of panties. I walk out towards the living room and stop in my tracks. The two men that own my heart are sleeping. The lines in Jake’s face are gone and our precious baby boy is wrapped in his father’s arms. I go and grab my phone to snap a picture, making sure the flash is off. I snap the picture and then go towards them.

Jake’s couch may look nice, but it isn’t the most comfortable. I know because I’ve fallen asleep on it a couple of times in the past week.

“Jake, honey.” I speak in a hushed tone so as not to jar both of them awake.

His eyes slowly open and I can see the lines around his face, as he wakes up with a smile. “We must have fallen asleep.”

“You did, want to come to bed?” I ask.

“Yeah, this couch is hell on my back. I don’t know what I was thinking when I bought it,” he says, as he gets up easily and holding onto Eli without it looking like any work at all.

“My sentiments exactly. I think the couch should stay here when we move,” I tell him honestly.

“That’s something we’ll be doing tomorrow,” Jake states.

“What? Couch shopping?” I question.

“No, well maybe. Depends on how fast we can find a house.” I smile as he says that. I can’t wait to create a home with him.

“You have yourself a date,” I say with a wink, as we walk into the bedroom together.

“Best moment of my life was getting that call and finding you pregnant in the lobby, and it’s only getting better. Next one after that was the birth of Eli and believe me, there’s going to be a fuck of a lotta great memories we still haven’t made yet,” he tells me.

“I’m ready to make those with you,” I say, looking into his eyes. We may not have spoken those three words, but we both show each other in everything we do.

“Come on, Baby. Let’s get us all into bed. Elijah will be up before we know it and we have plans,” he replies.

I follow his lead and slide into bed as he settles Eli into the bassinet his mom bought for us. It’s beautiful and has a classic design. One that can be used for a boy or a girl, Katrina said. I know what she was getting at. I didn’t correct her or tell her what plans Jake and I have, mainly because we haven’t discussed them, but I think along with the house hunting we’ll be doing, a long overdue discussion may be necessary, too.

Jake

The ring I bought Larissa out in California is burning a hole in my damned pocket. I wanted my mom to come with me, but she and Mack had plans and she was helping Larissa. That was more important, so I Face Timed her once I found the perfect one. She cried when she saw it. It’s perfect for her.

It’s a two carat French set halo, platinum in color, with diamonds along the band, and leads up to a bigger diamond. It’s got a classic beauty, much like Larissa does.

It’s perfect for her and as soon as we find the perfect house to make our home, I’m going to slide this ring on and show the world just who she belongs to. I was going to ask her as soon as I was back from California, but it didn’t feel right. This way we’ll be in the home we chose together when it happens.

“Ready? The realtor is at the first house,” Larissa breaks the silence.

“Yeah, Elijah sleeping?” I question back.

“Yes, he’s with your mom and I packed my breast pump in case this takes all day,” she says as she carries a bag with her. I take it off her shoulder, carrying it as I escort her into the living room.

We stop and say our goodbyes to Eli and my mom. I hate to leave him here, but it’ll be much easier on him and us. Still, it guts me.

I watch Rissa bend down and kiss our son, but my eyes are glued to her ass. She’s wearing leggings again, with an oversized sweater and ankle boots. When she bends over though, I get a clear view of her heart shaped ass. An ass I’ll be taking and taking it soon.

“Mommy loves you, baby boy,” she coos to Eli.

“We’ll be perfectly okay. I promise,” my mother tells Larissa. I see the tears glistening in her eyes. She doesn’t want to leave Elijah any more than I do. I’ll be making this up to her as soon as possible. Fuck, I’ll be making it up to myself, too. I’m making tomorrow a much-needed family day, where we sit and veg with Elijah and ignore the outside world.

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