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He lays me down in bed and pulls the covers up over me, I try to say something else, but it’s useless.

Thorn, plus food and those orgasms is the best sleeping pill and before I can even finish reaching up to touch his face, I feel my eyes flutter closed.

“I love you, Sophie,” is the last thing I hear.

Chapter Sixteen

Thorn

The clock on the mantle from the living room sounds like a beating hammer, cutting through the quiet of night and matching the movement of my mind as it reels from the day.

I tuck Sophie into bed, our bed now. And kissing her asleep, telling her again how much I love her, I can only kneel by the bed and watch her.

I can’t sleep, not now. I don’t know if I’ll ever sleep again. She’s the best thing to happen to me and I almost feel like waking her up just to tell her how much I love her again, but think better of it.

Baby steps, Thorn, baby steps.

It reminds me of what Sophie asked me, when we both felt more than our shared orgasm.

The thought of her here with me forever, a baby too. Maybe three or four.

Finally! The house will have the life it’s been built for.

It’s a dizzying thought, and I can feel myself grinning like a maniac looking at Sophie sleeping as her mouth curls up in a little smile too. I hope she’s dreaming of me, of us in this house.

Our babies.

Hours pass, and once the temperature really drops, I adjust the thermostat, keeping the room warm.

There’s a fireplace in every room but I rarely light them. I used to, but with nobody here it always felt kinda stupid and was a pain in the ass to watch them all the time.

Central heating does the job and is less effort. Once I’m sure Sophie’s asleep and safe in our bed, I make my nightly rounds and check the house.

Not because I fear any danger, or because I worry about prowlers or anything like that. I always used to roam the place at night, going from room to room and often wondering, waiting what it was all for.

Now I know, so I have new enthusiasm to see each room, to imagine if it’s a girl or boy’s room. Having Sophie’s face to picture in my mind now, knowing she’ll be the one to fill that gap in my life I’ve felt for so long.

And her dad? The whole life she has someplace else?

It makes me frown when I think of it, but I know she’ll stay, I just know it.

I find my phone, and switch it to silent. Not just so we can have a good night’s sleep, but so we’re not disturbed until I say so.

Work can wait, the office runs things pretty smoothly when I’m not there. One more day or night won’t make any difference.

It’s why I can’t sleep. It’s why I’m so excited. I feel twenty years younger.

Satisfied we’re alone and secure, I head back to bed, eager to feel Sophie against me now.

Careful not to wake her as I undress and get into bed, she naturally leans back into me, reaching for me in her sleep.

I kiss her gently and stroke her hair back.

This is everything and more than I ever thought it could be with anyone else.

I thought it would be impossible to sleep, but once my breathing matches hers, her chest safe under my arms and my lips on her neck, I join her in sleep.

It’s the deepest, most satisfying sleep I’ve ever known.

The sound of rolling thunder wakes me, and I can see dim gray light outside, with plenty of rain hitting the windows.

I roll onto my back, sighing aloud and thinking about trucks, roads, logs and bad weather. Mapping a dozen things in my mind for the day before I let my arm fall next to me.

She’s gone.

Scrunching the sheets up with my fist I sit up, straining to hear something. Anything, but only the roar of another wave of thunder drowns everything but the worst feeling I feel deep inside.

She couldn’t have left. How’s she gonna leave, drive my truck?

I shake my head, telling myself not to be so paranoid, to stop overreacting, when my nose catches the faint smell of fresh brewed coffee.

And then the toasty warmth of reheated cherry pie.

I feel a mix of relief, happiness and irritation which I try to convey, wanting to get out of bed but Sophie won’t have it.

“I was supposed to bring you breakfast in bed,” I tell her, wondering how I could’ve missed her slipping out from under me while I slept.

“Now just you stay there, mister,” she laughs, balancing the tray she’s found and I wonder from the look in her eye how long she’s been up and what else she’s gotten into.

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