Page 98 of I’m Already Gone

I let out a low, frustrated groan just thinking of Lily’s naked body, covered in soap bubbles, pressed against me while I drove into her.

I brace myself with both hands flat against the cold, white tiles, the pressure digging into my palms. I hang my head and wait for the blood to retreat.

Once my dick deflates, I turn off the water. Grabbing the plush, oversized towel from the rack, I dry myself off and finish getting dressed.

Upon exiting the room, the first thing I notice is Lily’s door, still half-shut. My feet seem to have a mind of their own, carrying me toward it before I can even process the thought. Not wanting to wake her, I carefully push the door a tad wider. My eyes land on her frail body, a small mound beneath a mountain of blankets.

I push the door fully open and step inside. Cautiously, I pad over to the bedside, relieved to see the blankets rising and falling steadily.

Feeling a little lighter knowing she is safe and sound asleep, I quietly back out of the room and begin to make my way downstairs to the kitchen.

I stop midway when I hear Jake’s booming laugh, followed by Maddy’s higher-pitched retort. A small smile tugs at my lips.

“Can too!” Maddy declares, pointing her spoon, dripping with milk, at her brother.

“Can not,” Jake mimics, his tone playful.

“Good morning, you two,” I say.

“Hey, Daddy.”

“What are you two going back and forth about this morning?” I ask, looking up at Jake, who has his back to me, sliding the juice jug back into the fridge.

“Jake doesn’t think I can hold my head underwater for one minute,” Maddy informs me.

I look down at her, meeting those vibrant, curious eyes that are just like her mother’s. “Oh, yeah?”

“That’s because when she got to fifteen seconds, she threw herself out of the water like a startled cat.” Jake chuckles.

“That was one time, Jake.” She rolls her eyes like a typical teenager, then goes back to scooping up her cereal.

“Well, I’m sure you can prove him wrong, sweet pea,” I say, kissing the top of her head before moving toward the coffee machine.

I glance over in time to see Maddy stick her tongue out at Jake, who just smirks, shaking his head.

I place a fresh K-Cup into the brewer, the plastic clicking into place. “So, what are everyone’s plans today?” I ask, pressing the “brew” button. The machine whirs to life.

“Sam and Ebony are coming over for girls’ night,” Maddy announces.

I look up at Jake, who is still leaning against the counter, scrolling on his phone. “Jake. What about you?” I ask.

He slowly looks up, meeting my gaze, then shrugs. “Don’t know.”

“Would you mind spending some time with your old man?” I ask.

Jake doesn’t say anything, his gaze dropping to the floor, his jaw working subtly.

“I would really like to make things right. Not just with your mom, but between us. I’m not asking for forgiveness, just…” I pause, running a hand over my head. “I just want to spend some time with my son. Is that such a bad thing?”

His shoulders are tense, his muscles bunching and jerking beneath the fabric of his T-shirt.

I wait for him to respond but he remains silent.

“I’m not going to give up on you, Jake,” I continue, my voice gaining a quiet determination.

Finally, he turns to me. His expression is unreadable, but then he says, “Okay. For Mom.”

I let out a slow, shaky sigh of relief. “Thank you.”