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I countered his opinion by saying that he, Mason Sr., was the only man I’ve ever adored in my life, and I love and respect him more than anyone else in the world; and I thought, for those reasons and more, his name was one I want to pass on. It also helped my case when Mason Jr. was born, and he came out lookingexactlylike Mason Sr. did whenhewas a baby. Finally, he conceded to me.

Mason Sr. typically refers to our son as Junior so we won’t get things mixed up. The two of them get along wonderfully and are almost as inseparable together as I am with Junior.

“How was the doctor’s?” Mason asks.

“Fine, everything’s all good,” I reply. “How was your meeting?”

“It went fucking incredible!”

“Language!” I hiss.

“He’s six weeks old, Jillian,” he says, rolling his eyes. “Anyway, things went really well. In fact, I might have picked a place.”

“What?”

“We looked at four buildings today,” he explains. “The first three wouldn’t have made for a suitable café, but when we got to the fourth one, it was different. I’m telling you, I think even Junior knew it was the right place. We talked it out, came to an appropriate figure right then and there, and I signed the lease a little over an hour ago.”

“You’re kidding!”

“It’s small, but has plenty of kitchen space,” he continues. “It’s not right in the downtown center, but it’s still on Main St. It looks great, and I think it could become a big attraction factor for Wrightwood.”

He shows me some pictures on his phone. It is tough to discern from pictures alone, but I have faith in his decision-making.

“That’s so amazing, baby!” I cheer. “So, you really signed it?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he confirms. “I’ll be in business by next year.”

“I’m so proud of you,” I tell him. “You’re working so hard. You’re putting a café together, running Dunn Deliveries,andyou always spend time with your son. Why must you be so perfect?”

“One of these days, you’re going to believe me when I tell you I’m not perfect,” he says.

“No, I won’t,” I say sweetly, kissing his forehead.

After dinnerand once daytime has become night, we put Mason Jr. to bed. We tuck him in and watch him sleep for a while as he peacefully dreams.

“I never get tired of watching him sleep,” I whisper.

“He’sperfect,” says Mason. “Our child is something else.”

Mason Jr. whines quietly, encouraging us to step out of his bedroom and into the hallway. We close his door without making a sound.

“Is the baby monitor on in both rooms?” Mason asks.

“They should be,” I answer. “Unless the one in our room died. The batteries were low in it.”

“I should clean up the kitchen, but it’s already getting kind of late,” he says.

“Well, FYI, I’m able to have sex again,” I say and wink. “Just so you know.”

He instantly changes. It’s apparent that he’s been awakened.

“I’m on birth control,” I say. “And it’s been more than a month. I know you’ve had an active day, and you’re probably tired.”

He grabs hold of my hand and takes us straight to the bedroom. He is excited, overjoyed by the news I’ve given him. We shut the door but keep it open a crack just in case.

First, we take a shower together, lathering up our bodies and letting the water hit us like a torrential downpour. We take our time and get clean before we jump in and get back to being dirty. It’s so hot, and not just the temperature of the water.

He pins me to the shower wall, kissing my lips and sucking on my neck. I squeeze his ass, feeling the water trickle down my hands. I can feel him pressed against me. His girth is thick, but he isn’t as hard as he could be. He is taking his time and enjoying me.