I woke to find the sun had gone down. I wondered what time it was, the room was dark, and I was alone. I sat up and noticed I had panties on, and my robe wrapped around me. I couldn't hear him breathing, and turned to see if he was still laying besides me, but he wasn't. Reaching over to turn the light on, I heard voices in the kitchen. Deciding to leave the light off, I wrapped myself in the robe and quietly moved towards the door, pushing it open ever so slightly.
To my surprise, I found him in the kitchen, talking to my daughters while he stood in front of the stove. I found myself making a weird face, almost surprised at the diatribe flowing between him and my kids. They were talking about music, internet gaming, it seemed they were bouncing from topic, to topic, never staying on one for long. I stood watching them, drinking it in. This man who had just ravaged me in every physical way possible had turned into a gentle spirit, fatherly, and patient. A grin spread across my face as he noticed me standing there and beckoned me into the kitchen.
"Hey mom, have a nice nap?" One of my girls asked.
"Yes, actually, I did."
I walked into the kitchen and sat at the table, continuing to watch my children interact with him, helping him make dinner. I was nearly in shock over that. One of the girls slicing tomatoes, the other washing lettuce over the sink. My focus turned to him, watching him, listening to him, his voice soothing and calm, patient and kind.
"Why don't you go take a shower while we finish making dinner love?" He asked.
I simply nodded and rose from the table, retreating back to my bedroom and gathering my clothes. Turning on the water my thoughts drifted to earlier in the day, the moment his lips touched mine, the way his tongue probed my mouth, the warmth of his breath on my skin. I shook my head trying to dispel the images from my head so I could focus on bathing, washing my now tousled hair, and shaving what needed a bit of tidying. I looked down as I took the razor in my hand, almost embarrassed at how unkempt my neither regions were. Embarrassed that he'd seen me like that, not having predicted that we couldn't even make it through the front door before he'd take me.
Thinking about our earlier escapade made my stomach fill with butterflies, my pussy warming at the memories of his hands on me, his fingers inside me. But more over, the feel of his flesh against mine, skin to skin, feeling his heartbeat, watching the passion in his eyes. My thoughts raced as I finished my shower, making it as quick as possible to avoid keeping them waiting on me for dinner. I turned off the water and dried myself, getting dressed and combing through my hair, pulling it back and surveying myself in the mirror. I wasn't so sure what it was he saw in me, as I could not see it, but I loved that he saw what ever it was.
After I was dressed, I joined him and my girls in the dining room, sitting at the table with them. Almost in a dream world, this amazing man, my lover, my best friend, interacting with my children, being here, with me. I felt I needed someone to pinch me, bring me back to reality because this simply couldn't be true, could it? Once we'd all finished dinner, he politely asked my children to tidy the kitchen and to my surprise, they did so without an argument. That nearly annoyed me, if I hadn't been so relaxed, I would have been irritated. I couldn't get them to do a single chore most times! He reached for my hand and held it on the table, looking down at it, then into my eyes. I smiled, but looked down. He sensed my embarrassment and squeezed my hand, reassuring me.
"Nothing to be embarrassed about lover, we are not done for the night yet." A coy grin spread across his face as I bit my lower lip in anticipitation.
We all retired to the living room, the kids having picked a movie for us to watch. It was a comedy, some silly slap stick thing that I normally would never have watched, but a favorite of the children, so I conceded. As we sat together on the sofa, a chill went through me, he quietly stood and went to my room, returning with a blanket. He smiled down at me as he placed it over me and sat back beside me. He drew the blanket over both of us, the kids sitting in their chairs with their own blankets on either side of us.