“I did. He’s earlier than I expected.” Vic threw the covers back. “He usually sleeps for another hour or so.”
“Really, he’s always up at the ass crack of dawn for me,” she muttered.
He probably slept late for Vic because he allowed him to stay up past the bedtime she usually set for him when he was at her place.
Vic hopped out of the bed and grabbed his pants from the floor and threw them on fast. He jogged over to his dresser and snagged a dark-gray t-shirt from it. He tossed it to her. She caught it mid-air and slid it on. Thankfully, it was long enough to almost reach her knees. The scent of him surrounded her even more. Her stomach fluttered as he dove back into the bed. They pulled the covers back over them.
Rapid footsteps thundered through the seating area of Vic’s suite.
“Told you,” Vic muttered.
Kian flew through the door holding Mr. Blankie.
“Mom!” Kian no longer whispered. He shouted. “Mr. Blankie makes monsters go away! You can hold him.”
Her heart practically melted that her baby was trying tocomfort her and keep the bad monsters away. It was something she had used as a mechanism when he had nightmares.
Before she could respond, he launched himself onto the bed and crawled over her so he could wedge himself between her and Vic. Kian smiled as he handed her his trusted blanket. It was one he’d had since he was an infant. He never went anywhere without it.
Except school.
“Thanks, baby,” she said gently. She cradled it to her chest and leaned over to kiss him on the forehead. “Mr. Blankie always helps.”
“You can have him anytime you have bad dreams, Mommy,” he said. He leaned into her and gave her a hug.
Vic adjusted the pillows so Kian would have some behind him. Kian settled back against them and got himself comfortable as if it were his bed.
“Can we watch cartoons?” Kian asked.
“Cartoons?” Vic yawned. He rested his arm behind Kian and glanced over at his phone on the nightstand. “It’s super early.”
“But the sun is out,” Kian said, as if that was the only thing that mattered. Of course a four-year-old had no concept of time.
Vic looked over Kian’s head at her, and something warm flicked in his gaze. Something that made her heart stutter and had her breath catching in her throat.
Did he feel what she was feeling at this moment?
The three of them in bed, first thing on a Saturday morning, felt normal.
Felt like they were a real family.
Tachina swallowed hard and turned away. She didn’t want to fall into a fantasy. She and Vic weren’t together. They were two people who’d accidentally got pregnant and made the most of it. Now here they were, trying for number two, but were still not together.
Vic leaned back against the headboard while Kian talked about the show he wanted to watch. She glanced down at Mr. Blankie and sighed.
She did have to admit this moment was perfect.
Here she was, sitting with Vic’s oversized shirt on, still flushed and reeling from last night, still feeling his hands on her, his cock in her…
If she had been right and she was ovulating, then they’d probably conceived.
Would this be them next year?
The four of them?
The thought rose too quickly and hit her hard. She was hopeful yet terrified. She glanced over at Vic again who silently watched her. His expression was unreadable but intense.
She exhaled and offered him a small smile.