Chapter 55

The disbelief was as strong as it was last night. It fluttered like butterflies under my skin. Especially as my eyes sucked in every beautiful detail of his face. How was this possible? Waking up in Luke's arms, it was a gift. An unbelievable privilege. Quite an overwhelming one too because it validated the events of last night.

When I woke a few minutes ago, I could not rip my body away from his. Luke sleeping on his back, my cheek was pressed against his warm bare chest. The dim and cloudy light also allowed me to see my arm sprawled across him. I would have been able to see my leg wrapped against his too if it wasn't for the black cover that reached up and stopped below his chest.

The wonderful sensation of his arm wrapped around my back, holding the front of my body against his side, brought a sleepy smile to my face. It grew even more when I noticed I was the first one awake. Blinking away my tiredness, I tilted my head up until my cheek rested near his shoulder. I could see his relaxed face angled down in my direction.

Laying against him, I couldn't stop taking in this man. Minutes upon minutes, my eyes traced over all the details of his face. Don't blame me though. When you do think the last time was that I was this close to his face? This close, for this long, with no time limit or reason to look away? Yeah, it's been a couple years. That's right, be jealous.

Jesus, I was laying against him. Luke. And this wasn't a dream? How? I didn't understand how someone this beautiful wanted me. My confusion grew as my gaze searched. The gloomy daylight was enough to light his smooth skin, clear pores, and the prickly hairs along his lower cheeks and chin. I admired the small lines spaced vertically along his lips. Those relaxed lips were also framed by short wiry facial hair. They grew under his nose before the slight stubble reached down on each side of his mouth.

I couldn't help but raise my arm from his chest. Not wanting to wake him, I carefully cupped his cheek. Running my thumb against his prickly hairs, the rough texture made me smile. Glancing up, I took in his closed eyelids. His bushy eyebrows were perched above them. His forehead was smooth besides a few permanent lines. Some were blocked by intruding messy hair. His hair was mostly muffled against the pillow.

I bit my smile. Last night was crazy and I still couldn't wrap my head around it. But taking in his details made what happened more powerful. As powerful as every inch of Luke's sweet face.

I noticed something easily overlooked: the scar inflicted by Clare. Barely visible and on the far side of his face, the long line ran down his temple and ended below his ear. It reminded me of how much of an angel he was. How much he has done for me. What did he see in me? Good god, any woman would be lucky to have him.

Caressing his cheek inches away from my face, Luke began to wake. My hand stilled on his cheek when he stretched beneath me. His arm around me came alive and tightened. Then, after another moment, his remarkable eyes opened.

It took several seconds of blinking for that bright green to focus on mine. Through his tired haze, a lazy smile spread across those lips. Turning onto his side and facing me, his arms wrapped fully around me, holding me to his bare and warm body.

"Hi," I smiled as I continued caressing his cheek.

Our heads now resting on the pillow, he fought all signs of sleep away. In its place was a sweet energy growing between us. We were enjoying this moment, this point in time. Of waking up together for the first time in a long time.

Finally, he whispered with a groggily voice. "You're even more beautiful in the morning."

Christ, it's a little early to try to induce a heart attack. Not like I cared. Afraid my stuttering heart and zipping mind would be reflected in my voice, all I could do was blush and grin.

Soaking in his flattering words, I had to calm my fast heart. After a long stretch of silence, he spoke again in his sweet voice. This time, sounding more awake. "How long have you been up?" he smiled. "And admiring my hairy face."

"Not too long, but you can't blame me. I love your face," I said, my stroking hand on his face moving down. Above where my breasts were pressed against his chest, I glided my fingers over his warm skin. "You are kind of beautiful," I said, holding back a smirk.

Knowing I would get a reaction, he gave a throaty chuckle. "Just kind of beautiful?"

"Well, we don't need you getting an ego."

"Oh, I see," he said flirtatiously, his sweet eyes searching my face. Sliding his fingertips along my back, one hand moved up to play in my hair. Stroking it repeatedly before twirling a few strands around his finger.

Sending smiles to each other, we silently basked in the warmth. It was all incredible. From the contact between us, the lightheartedness in the air, and the knowledge that neither of us were going anywhere. We wanted to be together and were going to let it happen. Of course, we had a lot to talk about, but we happily let the minutes' pass for now.

This was the rebirth of something we thought was lost. Nothing wrong with milking it.

"Is this real?" he whispered.

His tone, his words, and the playful flirty air surrounding us took me over. "I honestly don't know," I said, biting my lip. Pressed tight against each other, I moved both hands up, cupping his cheeks. "It is highly doubtful that last night happened. If it was real, Francis would have barged in."

He scoffed. "That's a good point."

"Not to mention," I said, sighing dramatically. "I find it hard to believe that you managed to keep up with me."

My teasing and confrontational words caused his smile to grow into a wide white grin. He raised a brow. "Really? You didn't think I could go three times in a row?"

"Nope, I figured by the second time, your old ass would have given out." I slid my hands down and back. Gliding my nails softly up and down his back, my eyes danced in his.

Luke shook his head, his nose rubbing against mine playfully in the process. "Well, I'm just surprised you didn't need to stop for a snack break."

Oh, this was too good. Resisting a laugh or smile at where we were dragging things was hard. Each second passing, my heart was warming. "Oh yeah?"

"Yeah," he whispered. "And the only reason you probably didn't stop for a snack was because my dick was just too good."

"Or maybe I was scared you were about to die from pleasure at any second."

"Sure," he chuckled.

Unable to hold back a smile after that exchange, I pressed forward and hugged him. Hugged my man. Holding onto his back, I rested my chin on his shoulder. Luke was so warm and safe. Homey. And welcoming too when he mirrored me and tightened his arms around me.

Teasing like we just did, it was freeing. There was no stress attached to it, no reason to be careful. No reason to feel conflicted. It was something I haven't felt in a long time. Because while we joked around, it's been years since I felt... this right. It was like pieces clicking together. Familiar pieces that I didn't realize were missing until this second.

Closing my eyes with a smile, I didn't let go of him. Both laying on our sides and holding each other, we stayed that way for a long moment. Just... hugging. It brought a sense of peace and wholeness. Something we both craved and could only now enjoy. To know we could experience that relief together, knowing we were not alone in this feeling... I mean damn. It made me fully rest against him and into him while he did the same thing.

Our legs, arms, stomachs, chests pressed together. My breasts against his chest and his dick brushing my thigh. Necks and shoulders, the sides of our faces, our encircling arms along our backs... all holding warm and sweet contact. It felt wonderful and only enhanced the energy building within me. I felt alive, excited, loved, and happy. Guys, I was... so happy. Hugging each other like that, it was perfect. Luke was perfect. And I have him, my partner, back. It truly felt as if it allowed a part of me to rebuild.

Dipping his head further into my shoulder and my hair, he took a deep breath. "You have no idea..." he said with muffled words.

I opened my eyes slowly. "No idea?"

Still holding me, his strong fingers traced up and down my spine. "You have no idea how long I have been praying to wake up with you next to me again."

His gentle words made my eyes shut and brows scrunch. He was right. I had no idea how much he wanted this. How high his desire reached for this moment. What I did know was that I didn't help. I could have given him this sooner and... I didn't. I couldn't, but that's no excuse. Fuck, how do I even go about properly apologizing?

No idea. But I will have to try. For now though, I was also absolutely flooded with his love. Those words, the amount of truth behind them... it was painful to hear, but beautiful too. Moving back to stare up into his face, I gave him a small smile. "Is it better than you imagined?"

"You could say that," he said, breath jumping off its track.

Searching his green globes, my own heart skipped a beat. "I still don't know if this is happening. Luke, you're... you're perfect. I mean, you know you are too good for me, right?"

He looked up towards the ceiling in thought. "Hmm," he said with pursed lips. "Yeah, I know."

"Oh, shut up," I said, chuckling and pushing him away. He erupted in laughter too and before I could escape his hold, he trapped my struggling body in his arms. "I take it back. You're not perfect!"

Both on our sides, he tightened his arms. Leaning forward, he rested his forehead against mine. "Maybe not, but I'm perfect for you."

I was lost in his amused gaze. "You're not perfect for me."

"Oh, I'm not?" he asked, challenging me with a raised brow.

"No," I said smugly. "You're too white for me."

"Too white?" he laughed.

"That's right." With arms restrained, I used my weight to push against him. He rolled onto his back and took me with him. Over the man, I stared down into his eyes with a smile. "You like fishing. You like golf and country music. You're a police officer. You can't get whiter than that."

Loosening his arms, he rested his hands on my sides. "I'm black enough for you, thank you very much."

"Oh yeah?" Biting my lip, I moved a hand down between us. When I reached his cock and gripped it, he jerked under me in surprise. "This doesn't help your case," I teased. Yep, I was going there. And his response to my ballsy teasing was awesome.

He gasped at my touch and laughed. "Excuse me? It sure does help my case. I'm as big as any black man. From how loud you were screaming, that proves it."

Holding back my own laughter, I brushed my nose against his. I caressed his cheek with my free hand. "You think so?"

"I know so," he shot back. "Now... ma'am, please drop the weapon," he said in a very professional and neutral tone.

"I'm not holding a weapon," I smirked.

He managed to keep a straight face. "Ma'am, that tone is not appreciated. Yes, you are and it's loaded."

"What are you going to do about it, officer?"

"You want to find out?" he asked. "I have cuffs and a gun in the drawer next to the bed."

I was absolutely loving this teasing and free streak we were running with. Getting swallowed in. I didn't realize just how much I missed this – this amount of true freedom and fun we had between us. Knowing this was just the start... it filled me with excitement.

Complying to the officer's orders, I released his dick – which, I admit, was plenty big enough.

"Good choice," he said, suddenly rolling us over. I was now on my back and him over me. Teasing and loving eyes swallowing up mine, his warm body pressed down on mine. He raised a hand and caressed my cheek. "Now... ma'am, I think it would be a good idea for you to confess the truth."

Raising my own arms and wrapping them around his neck, I leaned up and closer to his face. "Fine, officer. I'm perfect for you. Just like your white ass is perfect for me."

"There we go," he whispered, sliding his free hand to tangle in my hair. His lips revealed a shiny smile for me. "You are amazing."

Cupping his neck, I lowered him until our lips met. Kissing him softly, he held me to him in response. His lips, these words, him and all this lightness happening between us lit a flame under my skin once again. I was unbelievably lucky.

When we broke away slowly, I stared up into his eyes with happiness I haven't felt in ages. "I don't want to get all sappy and shit, but... I want you to know. For too many reasons I want you and for too many reasons I love you."

And for too many reasons I didn't understand... he still wanted to be with me. That's how I knew I was the luckiest girl in the world. After all the shit I put him through, here we are. With Luke not even hesitating to give himself back to me. Staring up into his warm and melted green gaze, it was overwhelming. I did not deserve him. And while being sweet and playful was everything I could have dreamed to have with Luke again, I needed to do serious apologizing.

Saying how sorry I was last night wasn't enough. Last night was passionate. It was freeing and beautiful. We had sex three times before cleaning up and basically passing our next to each other. Now of course, there was a lot of confessing going on over the sound of the bed squeaking. Like our love for each other. Who knows how many times we shared the word 'love' between us. We spat out our feelings and it only made our contact more heated and emotional. Including how sorry I was. But it wasn't enough.

Though I meant it when I said it, having a heavy and deep conversation wasn't exactly a priority last night. There was still a lot we needed to talk about. A lot of explaining I needed to do. Even then... who knows if I will even effectively be able to make it up to him. But I had to at least share with him how awful I still feel over the pain I caused him.

After sharing another kiss, I cupped his cheeks above me. "And for how much I love you... I owe you an explanation on a few things," I said in a more serious manner. "I can't— I don't know how to apologize for everything. A good start would be explaining my side of things though."

"That would be nice," he nodded. "Don't let it get to you too much though. Today is special and there is no reason to let guilt eat you. We'll just get everything out. Okay?"

Despite my guilt, he was right. Today was special and we didn't want to ruin it with heaviness. "I like that idea."

"Let's have a lazy and fun day. We can start by making breakfast. We probably should clean up the potato salad and glass all over the floor too," he scoffed.

Fuck, I completely forgot about that. When he blew up and was yelling at me when we came home, he carelessly tossed the dish and allowed it to fall and break. "That sounds good to me. But there is no 'we' when it comes to that mess," I said teasingly as he sat up and off me. "It's your mess."

"Fine," he said, pulling me to sit up with him too. "Then I'm playing my country music."

"Fine," I scoffed. "I'm using my waffle maker whether you like it or not."

"Fine," he chuckled.

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After brushing our teeth and getting half dressed, we headed downstairs. After cleaning up the mess, we eagerly moved on and made breakfast. Clad in one of his shirts, which covered me in only my underwear, I tended to my amazing waffle maker. Luke was wearing just a tee-shirt and his boxers. He turned on the radio and made some sausage. Throughout the process, we continued having flirty fun. We goofed around, teased, stole more kisses. I wanted every day to be like this. Of course, he and I needed to talk over a few things. Things I needed to explain and things he was more than curious about.

By the time breakfast was finished cooking, I jumped into everything. The delicious smell along with the shit country music in the background made me feel grounded and safe to say anything. Luke encouraged me too when we sat down next to each other at the table to eat. He didn't push me towards specifics. He simply asked me to explain. Which I did.

I told him about my constant internal battle over resisting and giving in. That I loved him this whole time and was forcing myself to not give in. I told him why suddenly things now changed. And honestly, the reasons weren't good enough. I should have realized all this sooner. That there is no point in trying to relieve him of pain when I was causing him unbearable pain as it was. That life is too short. Until that slap in the face happened regarding Carter being dead, I never realized how stupid I was being. Life is too short. So why wait?

Luke was quite surprised to hear all this throughout breakfast. Swallowing the bite of his waffle, he rested his hand not holding his fork on my thigh. He shifted to face me head on from his chair. "I didn't know you... that you put so much thought into it all."

"Well duh. You are more than just a piece of meat to me," I said, elbowing him.

"I suppose I am," he said, eyes filling up with excited energy. "Even though it's terrible that you put yourself through so much over me... I feel special."

I laughed and nearly choked on the sip of juice I took from my cup. "Well, I'm glad my suffering flatters you."

"You know what I mean," he scoffed, rubbing his hand up down my skin. Glancing back down to his plate, he cut off a piece of the sausage link with his fork and took a bite. Luke's eyes returned to mine as I took another bite of the wondrous waffles. "Carter being dead... that really pushed you to give in?"

It did sound like a ridiculous reason. "Well, it reminded me of what we're doing in Washington. It reminded me that we could be dead by the end of this. That was the final push. Because for all we know, we won't even live long enough to deal with the issue of having kids," I said, shrugging. "Sounds depressing, but that was the fire under my ass." Taking the sausage link and dipping it in ketchup, I took a bite.

However, my answer made Luke pause. Eyes lost and angled down, his eyebrows dipped in thought. Watching him and waiting for an answer, he didn't say anything. Fingers on my thigh paused in movement. Hopefully, he wasn't taking whatever I said in the wrong way. His pondering face only appeared thoughtful though and nothing more.

"You okay?" I asked when I finished off the sausage link.

He sat up, resting his side against the back of his chair from where he was facing me. His eyes returned to reality. "Yeah, I'm good. Just... interesting that's all."

"What's that?"

Still partially stuck in his mind, he shook his head. "That's just a really good point. We really... don't know when we will die. It could be any time."

"It sounds terrible, but it just made me see that I can't waste time being stupid. We might as well make the best of our time because who knows what might happen." Worried my words were getting under his skin, I added. "Of course, that's probably not going to happen. We're both too badass."

Whatever was triggered in his mind, he let it go for now and chuckled. "You're right about that," he chuckled, focusing back on his plate. He took the final bite of his waffle. Chewed and swallowed before he continued. "So, in the chance we live.... Children. I'm... I need to ask. I'm relieved you realize that it's nothing we need to deal with now. But... why did you let that one thing consume you?"

Good question. And one that confused myself a bit. Finishing off the last of my food, I set my fork and napkin down onto my plate. Turning and mirroring him, our kneecaps touched. I rested my hand over his on my thigh. "It's.... I think there are many reasons why that one problem hit me so hard. After what happened three years ago, I changed. Took on a lot of negative shit. If it wasn't obvious, the biggest was losing you. All of what happened made me think more. Made me more mature. It made me... paranoid. After everything, I was paranoid up the ass. I started thinking ahead on everything. So when you came back into my life... I recognized a problem in the future if we were to get back together. Me being paranoid made that problem ten times as strong. Still does. But... I could not trust anything. All I could think was that everything turns to shit. I would kill my kids. I would hurt you more. That was my biggest thing. Hurting you. I was... so scared to get back together with you."

Luke interrupted when I paused. "Scared?" Completely drawn in and interested, his eyes were intensely focused in mine. The man twined our fingers and folded our hands together in my lap.

It was the first time I was saying this out loud. And now that I was... now that I was explaining it, more came out. More I just now realized in the moment. Because until now, much of this was either buried or camouflage. There was a lot of ignoring it on my part, but it was more. My subconscious suppressed shit; I didn't know the full reasoning until I started explaining. Now... I could face it and the entire picture. Face things that made my dumb head very clear.

After scoffing under my breath at this sudden realization, I continued. "Yeah, I was scared. I... I think I was scared of losing you again. And the issue of having kids... I amped it up. Not on purpose, but subconsciously. It was an honest concern, but I made it more of a problem than it was. A part of me hid behind that reason because I was simply... scared of getting back together. I wanted back with you – badly – but I was so scared of hurting you. And, and... making it all worse," I said, my voice breaking slightly. I had to look down and away. No damn tears when we just ate breakfast. "Luke, there was no hope in me. I wanted you, but was scared because we always had problems. There was always shit standing in the way. And going into Witness Protection, it ripped us away. There are so many things that can do that again to us that we can't even imagine. And it scared me and it still does and I don't know if I can handle it if we get ripped apart again. But... I don't see another option. I'm-I am not fully happy when I'm without you. Knowing you feel the same, I guess- I guess I said fuck it because it was too much. So yeah," I said, exhaling deeply. "I was paranoid and scared. I matured and thought too much about the future and how everything will fail us. But when... when I realized we could die any time, it cut off those worries about the future." I chuckled to myself. "And I miss saying fuck it to things. I miss not caring. It was so easy before."

Finally looking back up to his eyes with a sad smile, he was leaning closer from the edge of his chair. Engaged and drawn into every word. Staring at me with furrowed brows and understanding eyes, he squeezed my hands. It was a lot for him to take in, but he did. And he understood.

Just like I was understanding now. Who knows where those words came from. Much of that... didn't hit me until now. But my own words did make sense to me. Call me a dumb fuck for not realizing my personal issues, but I never faced it like this.

"Um," he said, clearing his throat. "I'm sorry."

He's sorry? Right, because he's the one with all the mental baggage. I snorted. "For what? My dead ears?" I said, jutting a thumb towards the radio.

Smiling, he let go of my hands and stood up. Watching him, he took our empty plates and piled them in the sink along with our cups. Then, he came back and took my hand. Unsure of what he was doing, what he was thinking, I raised a brow. Luke's conflicted eyes were aimed down and searching my face.

Taking a deep breath, he slowly pulled me up and onto my feet. The man rested his palms on my sides. Standing before him in the kitchen, I was waiting with growing confusion. Luke clearly seemed impacted by my long spiel. Or with my luck maybe he was going to dump me.

Exhaling and sighing, it was clear he was struggling to straighten his thoughts into words. After several seconds, he finally spoke. "I'm sorry," he said in a slow and gentle voice. "I'm sorry that you were scared. I'm sorry that things weren't ever... easy for us. I am sorry those three years apart affected you in that way. And I'm sorry for giving you such a hard time lately. I didn't—"

"Luke, you have zero to be sorry for. I'm the one—"

"Sweetheart," he shook his head. "I am sorry. And I want you to listen carefully to what I need to say, okay?"

I waited, but he didn't continue. Whatever he was about to say, it was important and I realized he needed me to verbally answer. "Okay," I nodded.

Those conflicting green pools searched mine with love. Luke spoke in a slow and enticing voice that begged to be thoroughly heard. "Please know, if by chance we are split apart in any way in the future... I'll walk through hell and back to be with you. I will. Just like I did before, I will do it again if I must. But guess what, it's not something that worries me. Albany, I plan on... being with you for a very long time. Being happy in the end, it's possible. It's possible and it can happen to us. I want to help you believe in that again."

By the time he was finished speaking, I was trapped in his words. My mouth was dry. My ears humming with the overwhelming message he gave. He didn't need to worry about me listening; those words wouldn't leave. No person in my life has even been this committed, this loyal and sweet and beautiful towards me. Even though there isn't a long list of people that ever gave a shit about me, I knew this was phenomenal in any case. He said he would go through it all over again. He plans on being with me for a long time. What could I possibly say that would sum up what those words just meant to me?

I am not blind or foolish (most of the time). His words did sound far-fetched, that we could be happy in the end. When we got together three years ago, he reassured me that things do work. And then, it didn't. But... how could I not trust him? I wanted him to help me believe that again. Even if it means tragedy, being with him would be worth it.

Staring up into his gaze, he must have seen something promising. His small smile returned as he waited for me to say something. And I couldn't. I didn't know what to say, especially when I could feel the weight of his words take over my heart.

Swallowing, I rested my own hands against his sides. Taking a small step forward, I tilted my head up and pressed my lips against his soft smiling ones. Closing my eyes and kissing this impossible guy, he kissed me back. Over my lips, I could feel the shape of his smile still there. It influenced my own lips to turn up on his.

Breaking away a moment later, his smile and eyes turned adoring. It melted my core and bubbled against my heart. "Are you sure you're real?" I smiled.

His hands on my sides slid back, holding me in his arms and pulling me against his chest. His smile widening into a giant grin, he spoke in a sweet and wavering voice. "I am as real as the gorgeous woman I'm holding."

Jesus Christ, how sweet can one person be? It just made me wonder what else was going on in his head. "I swear, your one goal in life is to give me a heart attack," I chuckled and blushed heavily. "I've never heard you constantly call me beautiful and gorgeous in such little time. If I didn't know any better, I would think you are just trying to get on my good side," I joked. Last night and this morning, he kept showering me in compliments. How much he wanted and loved me; how beautiful he thought I was. Don't get me wrong; I was not complaining. Nothing wrong with teasing him though.

"Excuse me, I can say you are beautiful as many times as I want. Because it's the truth. I don't do sweet talk; I do truth talking. Of course, I do have to make up for the three years you went without any compliments from me," he said, holding back laughter as he unwound his arms and let me go.

While we were teasing, and enjoying the love floating in the air between us, those words did catch my interest. It triggered my curiosity and allowed for a good comeback. "Oh yeah? Well, you didn't think I was beautiful when we first met," I challenged and teased. "Boom. That's proof you are just a kiss ass."

When we first met and he arrested me, I'm sure the last thing on his mind was my glowing beauty. While it was obvious, it was interesting hearing it from him. He rolled his eyes and scoffed. "Fine. Sorry I wasn't looking around while I was married. And I was on the job when I first met you. That doesn't mean I didn't start noticing you and realized you were beautiful soon after." Then, with his playful gaze in mine, he mimicked me. "Boom."

Laughing and shaking my head, I was loving this. But once he said that, it made me curious. It was something we never actually talked about. Smile growing at the excitement, at not knowing and wanting to, I asked, "When... did you start noticing me?"

He shrugged playfully. "Is it important?" he asked, walking past me towards the sink. Grabbing a wash cloth, he began tending to the messy table. All the while shooting amused glances towards me.

Ooh, this was getting good. And he knew I thought it too. He was going to drag it out, but I will play along. I wasn't ashamed to admit that I wanted to know. Hell, there was a lot Luke and I haven't talked about – simple stuff. Even stuff we never talked about three years ago when we were together. The years apart, I did a lot of wondering. Wondering about his thoughts, his feelings. Now that we were together, we could finally dive into this stuff. Of course, he's going to make me beg for it.

Biting my lip, I walked over to the table to help. He wiped up the crumbs while I grabbed the syrup, butter, and everything else on the table. Catching each other's playful and energetic eyes, I finally answered. "I'm just wondering," I said, looking away to hide my growing smile.

"Just wondering my ass," he mumbled.

Just as I put the ketchup away, he was done too. He walked up to me and it was hard not laughing. He grabbed my wrist and swung it back and forth between us. It was hard to avoid his flirty gaze. The guy wasn't going to give in unless I say it.

"Will you just tell me? Luke," I laughed, making him crack up too. "Alright, fine. I want to know." Back together, we could be fully honest. We could go into all the things I wish I would have known before. Things that I wanted to ask him recently too.

"That's right," he gloated, rubbing his thumb along my wrist. "You are dying to know."

"Yeah, fucking sue me," I shot back. God, he's amazing. Knew how to play with me and make me laugh. We could joke without worrying and it was so natural.

He laughed. "You know I'll tell you anything you want."

"Good. Because now that we are back together, I'm excited. Sounds dumb, but there is a lot we haven't talked about even before when we were together."

Kissing my forehead, he offered me a sweet smile. "I know, and I'm excited because there are things I've always wondered about you too. Three years apart, I regretted not knowing more."

"Exactly," I nodded.

"Let's get dressed a bit more, then go sit outside." He began guiding me out of the kitchen. "This will be interesting my... beautiful girl," he teased.

"Dear god, you are something else," I laughed.

Yes, this will be interesting and I couldn't wait.

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Sorry how late this is, but hopefully you enjoyed reading it! What do you think about what they talked about? What do you think they will ask each other besides what Albany already asked? I'm excited to write the next chapter. I'll try not to take as long uploading it. :D