Demi

I smiled against Wilmer's lips once Mia was out of sight. I knew he'd been longing to do this all day so I allowed his lips to linger on mine before I pulled away.

"I love you." He said, and his thumb stroked my cheek softly.

"I love you too."

Wilmer smiled and kissed me again. This time he backed me up against a tree and I lazily wrapped my arms around his neck, letting myself have a little fun.

"Kind of fast, isn't it? Already saying 'I love you'?"

We jumped apart and I winced when I smacked the back of my head on the tree. Wilmer put both hands palm up towards Mia.

"Mia... We're not exactly a normal couple. There's things you don't know, history you don't understand-"

"Like what?" She challenged. "Make me understand!"

I stepped in front of Wilmer. "Mia, your dad saved my life."

Her angry expression faltered for a moment. "What?"

""Do you remember the story I told you about me? About the old boyfriend?" She nodded. "He was abusive, is abusive. I've been hiding from him for years but he found me, and your dad happened to be walking by when he did so he fought him off. Greg's hands were around my neck, Mia. He would've killed me. Maybe it's faster than normal, but I do love your dad. He's the only person I've learned to trust in five years since Greg. He's the only person I've ever gone out on a date with since I left Greg."

Mia looked down and away. "I just don't want to see it, or hear it, okay? Not yet. I'm trying to be okay with this but... you're my therapist! You're dating my dad! It's going to take more than one car ride to get used to all the mushy stuff!"

"Okay." I nodded quickly. "I promise we'll be more mindful. You don't know how much it means to both of us that you're even willing to try."

~*~

"Well that wasn't... terrible." I concluded, once Wilmer and I had dropped Mia back off at the treatment center and pulled away.

Wilmer smiled and his hand slid over my thigh as he grinned at me. "No... it wasn't. I'm glad we got a lot of stuff out of the way."

I nodded and ran my nails up and down his arm. "I did miss doing the mushy stuff."

He rubbed my leg and leaned over to give me a quick kiss as we pulled up to a stop sign. "We can make up for lost time once we get back to my house."

I smiled and kissed his shoulder then leaned my chin on it. "I love you."

"I love you too, Dems."

Once we got back to the house and he had unlocked the front door I practically jumped on him. Spending the day with Mia showed me what reality could look like once this weird little triangle was over and Mia was no longer my patient. As much as I was content, I did crave normalcy. I didn't want to feel guilty every time I kissed him, and tonight was just a taste of that.

~*~

I fell back against the sheets and laughed breathlessly once Wilmer and I had both finished.

"That was amazing." Wilmer said, and closed his eyes to try and catch his breath. "You're literally perfect."

"I'm perfect because the sex is great?" I teased.

"That is one of the many, many, many reasons that you are perfect." He kissed a line up my body with each word until he got to my lips. "I can tell you all of them but we'd be here until we're eighty, because I'll keep thinking of more. Every single part of you is amazing to me, love. It's not just sexually, I want to be around you all the time. When I wake up I'm excited because I get to roll over and see you. I get to learn something new about you everyday, and I always love what I see."

I blinked a few times, not expecting his candor, then leaned up to kiss him. "I love you so much. I never thought I'd be able to say those words to another man again after Greg. You make me so happy, Wilmer."

Just as he kissed me again my stomach let out a loud growl and we both laughed while Wilmer stood up. "I guess we should shut that thing up, huh?"

I nodded and snagged his t-shirt off the floor to throw over my head then I stood up and pulled my underwear on.

"Are you not going to wear pants?" Wilmer asked, once I headed towards the door, his eyes were practically glued to my butt.

"Nope," I smirked.

"Don't expect me to keep my hands off then."

I shrugged then smirked playfully and followed him down the stairs. "So what are you making?"

"We, are making enchiladas."

I frowned, and gave him a look. "We? Haven't you learned yet? I don't cook."

Wilmer shrugged then kissed me lightly. "You just haven't found your dish yet."

"Yeah, I have." I wrapped my arms around his waist and smiled innocently. "It's called cereal."

He laughed and shook his head. "Adorable, but you're not getting out of this."

I stepped closer and tilted my head. "Please don't make me cook... baby." Wilmer shook his head, but his hands moved a bit lower down to the small of my back. I walked my fingers up his chest and leaned close so my lips were less than an inch from his. "Please?" I murmured. "Let me watch you cook baby." He leaned in, but I pulled away just enough and raised my eyebrows.

"You're not playing fair." He said with a chuckle.

I shrugged then grinned devilishly. "No one told me the rules."

"Well then let me specify, you being cute and sexy and calling me baby to get what you want is definitely against the rules."

I laughed and slipped my hands into his back pockets. "Is it working?"

"Yes." He rolled his eyes. "You can sit and watch."

I leaned up and kissed him deeply, smiling a triumphant smile against his lips, then I sat up on the counter. He was actually fun to watch, and whirled around the kitchen throwing various spices into pans like he'd been working in a kitchen his entire life. He was stirring a bubbling sauce when I jumped down and wrapped my arms around his waist.

"Can I taste? It smells great." Wilmer lifted the spoon to my mouth after blowing on it and I closed my eyes when I tasted it. "Oh my God, that's amazing, baby."

He cracked a smile and shook his head. "Would you stop turning me on when I can't do anything about it?"

I giggled and let go of his waist. "Sorry, I wasn't trying to."

"That's the problem, you don't even have to try." He glanced down at my bare legs. "Pants would definitely help."

"I'll be right back." I laughed, and walked upstairs to put on a pair of his sweatpants. I took off my makeup from the day and threw my hair in a bun, then came downstairs. "Alright, I am de-sexualized."

Wilmer looked up and I stopped when I saw his face. He stared at me with an odd expression, then smiled and shook his head when he looked back at the food.

"What?"

"I love you." He said simply, and shook his head. "You go upstairs with your hair and makeup done with no pants on and you come back in sweatpants, no makeup, and your hair up, but it's not making a difference. I still want to say screw it and order takeout so I can take you back upstairs."

Again, he caught me off guard with the vulnerable speech, but I practically jogged towards him and hugged him tightly around the middle while he wrapped his arms around my shoulders and kissed my forehead.

"I love you too," I whispered. "And for the record, I'm fine with takeout."

Wilmer reached over and turned off the stove. "I can just reheat it when we're done. Come on, you." I gasped and laughed when he ducked under me and tossed me over his shoulder, then he headed up the stairs.

~*~

"This is delicious." I moaned, shoving another bite into my mouth. My hair was still wet from the shower I'd taken after Wilmer insisted I not distract him anymore when he went downstairs to finish dinner. It must've worked, because twenty minutes later I was eating just the best thing I'd ever tasted.

"I'm glad you like it." Wilmer smiled and stroked his fingertips up and down my arm. "When is your next day off?"

"I don't take set days off," I shrugged. "I never had a reason to before now."

Wilmer cocked his head. "Do you think you could pencil me in?"

"Maybe..." I smiled at him. "What's the reason for your appointment?"

"Thought maybe you could come meet the rest of my family? It's about an hour and a half away but..." Wilmer raised my hand to his lips and kissed my knuckles. "Come with me?"

"You want me to meet your family?"

He nodded. "They'll love you."

I sighed and looked down. "I don't know Wilmer. 'I'm screwing a patient's father' usually isn't a good icebreaker for the 'So how did you two meet?' story."

"They... They kind of already know about that."

"What?" I my head snapped up to look at him. "How?"

"Well..." He gave me a sheepish smile. "I knew you'd be nervous about telling them about that, so I already told them and explained all the need-to-knows. They're fine with it, and actually happy for both me and Mia."

I groaned and put my head in my hands. "Well that's just great, they're probably amazing and nice and sweet, but I don't know how to meet someone's family! I've never been brought home to meet a guy's mom. I haven't done that since I was like sixteen!"

Wilmer's eyes were soft. "This is important to me, Demi. I'm not some sixteen year old who's bringing you home so I can get into your pants. I'm a grown man who wants you to meet my family because I plan on being with you for a long, long time."

My heart fluttered a bit at his words and I groaned and stabbed a piece of enchilada. "Now who's playing fair?"

"So that's a yes?" Wilmer grinned and nudged me.

"Yes, it's a yes."

He kissed me deeply and I couldn't help but lean into him. "Thank you, Demi. I'm positive they're going to love you just as much as I do."

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