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Amy fell over the edge, and I thought her arching spine might shatter into pieces. Instead, her eyes rolled back, and I knew I was close, as her walls gripped me so tightly she almost pushed me out.
"I'm coming with you. Oh, yeah, Ugh, shit!"
When we collapsed against each other, we held ourselves there, enjoying our moment of rapture. I wrapped my arms around her back, rubbing my hands up and down her spine as she panted against my chest.
Our intermingled fluids dripped from between her thighs, and my cock slowly dwindled until it slid from her warmth. And when I kissed the shell of her ear, I let myself revel in the scent of the two of us intertwined.
Finally, I rolled over next to Amy — both of us still half clothed — and reached for her hand.
"Amy?"
"Huh?"
"How about a hot shower!"
But before we could move, a whimper from the other room morphed into a squall. I sat up with a start and looked at the clock. "Can you believe it? It's two o'clock already!"
ChapterThirteen
Amy
The morning sunstreamed through the curtains as my first day as Ava's nanny began, excitement and nerves buzzing through my veins. Mitch was still sound asleep, his gentle snores a lullaby to my overactive thoughts as I tiptoed toward his closet. Rummaging through his clothes, I found a cozy sweatshirt and soft gray sweatpants, all the while wondering when I'd have a chance to retrieve my own belongings.
As I slipped into the borrowed clothes, Mitch stirred, his eyes fluttering open. "Huh? Did I oversleep?" he asked, stifling a yawn.
I quickly shook my head. "No, I'm sorry. It's just that... I just realized I don't have any clothes here. I hope you don't mind..."
Mitch swung his legs over the side of the bed, donning his robe with a chuckle. "You look better in them than I do. We'll pick up some of your things when I get home tonight. Can you make do until then?"
"Of course. Is that your little one, I hear?" I asked as sleepy cries echoed from the nursery.
"If you don't mind getting her. I'll take a quick shower."
As Mitch disappeared into the bathroom, I entered Ava's room and gently lifted her from her crib, soothing her with hushed whispers. Once she was content in my arms, I made my way to the kitchen to prepare her bottle. With precision, I measured the formula and water, ensuring the perfect temperature, while Ava's wide-eyed curiosity followed my every move.
Settling into a kitchen chair, I cradled Ava on my lap and swayed gently as she eagerly drank from her bottle. "You were a hungry girl, weren't you? I think you've been starving on that nasty old formula, right?" I playfully teased, planting a kiss on her forehead before positioning her in the highchair.
Instantly, Ava grasped her baby spoon and banged it against the tray, her laughter like music in the air. "You're a little musician, aren't you?" I cooed, tickling her rosy cheeks.
As Ava continued her impromptu concert, I brewed a fresh pot of coffee for Mitch. The rich scent mingled with the melodious sounds of Ava's laughter and her spoon against the tray. The anticipation of the day ahead settled in my chest, a blend of responsibility and anxiety, as I realized I'd soon have Ava all to myself.
The shower's hum died down, indicating Mitch was nearly ready. With a warm smile, I poured him a steaming cup of coffee and placed it on the counter, eagerly awaiting the day's adventures.
As Ava frolicked joyously, Mitch materialized from the bathroom, pristine and invigorated, a towel secured around his waist. He sipped my freshly brewed coffee with gratitude and flashed a roguish grin, "I'm already being pampered. You're my savior," he declared, ruffling his damp locks.
"No problem," I responded, a blend of pride and embarrassment warming my cheeks.
With Ava preoccupied, I assembled our morning meal—golden-toasted bagels and fluffy scrambled eggs. Apprehensively, I stole glances at Mitch, now clothed, as he scrolled through his phone, then seized a bagel and made for the exit.
"Oh, I nearly overlooked this. Here's a house key and the remote for the gate. Remember to close it if you step out," Mitch instructed, depositing them on the table.
"And the security? Anything I need to do to shield us from the Rosedale curse?"
"It's certainly morphed into a hex. Anyway, there's nothing you have to manage. The security firm remotely handles everything. I'll provide them your phone number once I reach work."
After Mitch pressed a tender kiss to Ava's forehead and grazed my cheek, he departed. It was time to serve Ava her cereal, and I encountered my initial hurdle. Ava adamantly clamped her mouth shut, recoiling from the proffered spoon. My gentle, coaxing, and whimsical faces proved futile. Somewhat dispirited, I turned to Google for counsel but unearthed no novel tactics I hadn't already employed. I tried reaching Mitch for assistance, but his phone rang briefly before cutting to voicemail. Noting the hour, I realized he was immersed in a meeting and didn't wish to intrude. Sighing, I conceded that I had to tackle this challenge solo.
Inhaling deeply, I opted for a novel strategy. I blended some mashed banana into the cereal, hoping the sweetness would captivate Ava. To my delight, her eyes sparkled at the sight of her beloved fruit, and she ultimately welcomed a spoonful. Relief washed over me as she gleefully devoured the remainder of her breakfast.
