Damien’s POV
For all his maturity, Adrian was still just four years old, and this was the longest he’d ever been separated from his mother.
"I know she does," I said firmly. "She probably misses you so much it makes her tummy hurt a little bit."
"Like when I miss her at school?"
"Exactly like that. But she’ll be ho soon, and then she’ll want to hear about everything we did today."
Adrian considered this seriously, then nodded with satisfaction. "I’m going to tell her about the pancakes and the playground and how you read with the funny voices."
We ordered pizza for dinner—a decision that Adrian greeted with the enthusiasm usually reserved for major holidays.
Getting him into pajamas and settled for the night was easier than I’d expected. He guided through each step with patient instruction.
"Now we read one more story, and then you turn on the nightlight, and then you say goodnight," he explained as we settled into his bed with yet another book about anthropomorphic animals learning valuable life lessons.
"What kind of goodnight?" I asked, genuinely curious about the specifics of his bedti ritual.
"Just regular goodnight. But sotis Mommy sings, but you don’t have to sing because boys don’t always like singing."
"So boys like singing," I pointed out, though I was secretly grateful not to be expected to perform a lullaby.
"Do you like singing?"
"Not particularly," I admitted.
"That’s okay. Mommy says people are good at different things, and that’s what makes the world interesting."
After the final story was read and the nightlight was activated according to his precise specifications, I stood in his doorway feeling oddly reluctant to leave. The day had been unlike anything I’d ever experienced—challenging in ways I hadn’t expected, but also deeply rewarding.
"Mr. Damien?" Adrian’s sleepy voice drifted from the bed.
"Thank you for taking care of today."
"Thank you for letting ," I said softly.
"Will you do it again soti? Even when Aunt Ophelia isn’t gone?"
"If you want to," I said.
"Good," he said with drowsy satisfaction. "I like having adventures with you."
I stood there for a long mont, watching his breathing slow and deepen as sleep claid him. An hour later, I was finally settled in my own apartnt, checking ssages and trying to process the strange sense of accomplishnt that ca from successfully keeping a four-year-old alive and happy for an entire day. My phone buzzed with a text from Sera.
*How did it go today? Ophelia texted about her mom. Is Adrian okay?*
I typed back quickly: *He was perfect. We had pancakes and went to the park. He’s currently sleeping and dreaming about dinosaurs, probably.*
Her response ca within seconds: *Thank you so much for stepping in.*
*It wasn’t a job.* I typed back.
*Are you safe?* I typed.
*Yes. Very safe. Just processing a lot of information.*
My phone buzzed again, this ti with a ssage that made my pulse quicken imdiately.
*I can’t stop thinking about you. About today, about Adrian, about coming ho to both of you.*
The ssage was followed by another: *Is it wrong that I’m getting turned on just thinking about you taking care of my son?*
Heat shot through like electricity, pooling low in my belly as I imagined her alone in so distant hotel room, thinking about . About us.
*Not wrong at all,* I typed back, my fingers slightly unsteady. *Tell what you’re thinking.*
*About walking into our apartnt and finding you on the couch with Adrian asleep in your arms. About how dostic and perfect and MINE you’d look.*
I groaned softly, my body responding instantly to the possessive heat in her words. Our apartnt.
*And then what would happen?* I typed.
*After I put Adrian to bed? I’d co back to find you waiting for . I’d crawl into your lap and show you exactly how much I missed you.*
My breath caught as more ssages appeared in rapid succession.
*I’m thinking about your hands on . About the way you growl my na when you’re buried inside . About how desperate you make feel.*
*Sera...*
*I’m touching myself right now, thinking about you. Wishing it was your mouth on instead of my fingers.*
The image of her alone in a hotel bed, her hand between her thighs while she thought about , made my arousal spike to almost painful intensity. I was already hard, my body responding to her words with embarrassing enthusiasm.
*I want to taste you,* I typed back, abandoning any pretense of restraint. *Want to make you co with my tongue until you’re shaking.*
*God, yes. I need that. Need you.*
*Tell where you’re touching yourself.*
*Everywhere. My breasts, between my legs. I’m so wet thinking about you, about coming ho to you and Adrian.*
I freed my hard cock from my pants with one hand while typing with the other, the image of her pleasuring herself while thinking of our strange little family pushing toward the edge faster than should have been possible.
*I wish I was there. Wish I could taste you while you touched yourself.*
The conversation continued, each ssage more explicit than the last, until we were both lost in the fantasy of being together despite the miles between us. When I finally ca, her na on my lips and her words burning through my mind, it was with an intensity that left breathless and aching for her return.
*I love you,* appeared on my screen as I was still catching my breath. *Both of you.*
*Love you too,* I typed back imdiately. *Co ho soon. We need you here.*
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