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“Oh fuuuuuck.” I grab the pillow from next to my head and scream into it. I can feel myself clenching around him, can feel the rush of wetness surrounding his cock.

“Yessss, good girl, baby, such a good. Fucking. Girl.”

He drops to his forearms, buries his head in my neck and comes with a loud, guttural moan. He pants against my skin as his cock jerks inside of me. My body turns to mush, and it feels like we literally melt together as I run my fingers through his damp hair.

He kisses up my neck softly, sweetly, before whispering, “That was... incredible, Mol. I didn’t know it could feel like that. Didn’t think I’d ever connect with someone like that.”

“Mmm, it was perfect,” I whisper back.

He runs his nose along mine and then rolls next to me, pulling me towards him so that my back is against his chest. His warmth surrounds me. We breathe in and out together, calming down, basking in the after-sex glow.

“Ry, you’ve got to let me go,” I whisper, knowing I need to pee before letting myself fall asleep.

“Mmmm, never,” he mumbles against my skin.

I chuckle quietly. “Honey, I need to use the bathroom.”

He rubs his nose along my shoulder blade and places a kiss on the back of my neck before whispering, “Two more minutes, just let me hold you.”

Lord, I'm so gone for this man.

21

RYAN

I wake up after the best night’s sleep I’ve ever had to the morning sun peeking through the closed curtains. I look down at Molly while she sleeps soundly on my chest, and thank God, or whoever it was, that sent her to me. I raise my hand and gently trace along her cheekbone with my thumb, watching her eyelids flutter as she dreams.

This is it, I’m sure of it. She’s the one...

I hear a shuffling next to the bed and look down to find Emma. She’s cradling her pink stuffed dog to her chest, looking up at me with the cutest sleepy little eyes. I truly must have been a saint in a past life to deserve these girls. I’ve never felt so damn lucky.

“Morning, little one. You hungry?” I whisper, trying not to wake Molly. She nods, and I smile before telling her to meet me in the lounge room.

I wait until Emma is out of the room before reaching down and carefully lifting Molly’s arm off me. I roll her onto her back, and she lets out a sleepy sigh before pulling the covers up under her chin. I lean down, kiss her forehead gently, and climb out of bed. I pull on a pair of blue, striped flannelette pyjama pants from the pile of clothes I put out last night, and tiptoe out of the room, quietly closing the door behind me.

I find Em sitting on the lounge room floor watching her cartoons, so I decide to get breakfast ready while she’s preoccupied. I rummage through the pantry and find a bottle of shake-and-make pancake mix. Surely I can manage to add water to a bottle and shake it...

I’ve cooked half the pancakes without burning them and cut up some strawberries, bananas, and apples when Molly comes down the hallway. She looks half asleep but so beautiful in her morning haze that it makes me pause, spatula in hand.

Her eyes meet mine, and a satisfied grin spreads across her face.

“You’re making pancakes...topless? And I got a sleep-in. Am I dreaming?” She laughs.

I step towards her and kiss the top of her head as her arms come around me. She nuzzles into my bare chest and uses one of her hands to stroke my lower back.

“Morning baby, Em’s in the lounge room,” I say.

She peeks up at me. “You didn’t have to do this, Ry. I don’t want you to feel like you have to take care of us.”

“I want to take care of you, Mol. Both of you. Just let me, baby.” She opens her mouth, her eyebrows coming together in confusion. “Please,” I add.

She looks towards the lounge room and then back at me, nodding her head slightly. “Okay,” she whispers.

???

We all sit at the table, having our breakfast, Emma covering herself in maple syrup and Molly laughing the whole time. I can’t remember the last time I smiled so much my cheeks hurt. After we’re finished, I clear the table. Molly takes Em in to have a bath to wash off the bottle of syrup coating her skin, and I do the dishes. When Emma’s clean and dressed, Mol and I take turns having showers and getting ready before heading to the playground. It’s only five minutes away, and we walk hand in hand, Emma between us, swinging back and forth.

If this isn’t a perfect Saturday morning, I don’t know what is.

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