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but even Colton’s awake. How the fuck do I avoid Kingsbrier if you can’t make good on the deal? What if I can’t duck out of here without running into Brier?”

I groan, wishing Drew would leave.

I’m so sick of the sob story romance with my sister. She’s a wreck and he’s stoic and silent. However, it’s also as if Drew has something at the tip of his tongue but can’t spit it out. Like he wants to ask about her but is too much of a pussy. Dude plays football for one of the best teams in the nation. Can’t he get someone else to suck his dick?

“Gu wirout e.” My head throbs.

“I’m not going without you.” Drew’s oversized body collapses to the bed, bouncing and making every muscle in my body ache. The kid had gone to college to play ball and came back the size of an elephant. “I’m not going at all now. Dude, you need a shower. I can smell the booze coming out of your pores. It’s hideous. Call me when you’re sober.”

His wicked smack to my head is intentional and I deserve it.


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I’ve taken the day off to drive Gin to her checkup at the obstetrician’s office.

“It’s called an IUD,” she explains her options to me in the waiting area. “They last like three or four years. It puts us back on track, closer to the original plan?” Ginny regards me somewhat uncertain, fearful of talking to me about birth control options when her failings were so blatant this spring. “We’d have to decide to have it taken out earlier if we changed our minds.”

“Why hadn’t you considered it sooner?”

“The doctor says they’re more for women who’ve already had a baby. There’s other stuff, too. I mean, besides the pill.”

Which Ginny proved was pretty ineffective if you didn’t take it.

“Is this what you want?” Up until this conversation, sex hasn’t been mentioned in so long I’m half hard. We’ve both been exhausted and wrapped up in the baby, I hadn’t realized sex was missing. 

A nurse calls Gin back to be seen by her doctor. My foot makes a gentle rocking motion, keeping the baby asleep in his carrier while she’s gone.

The other nurses ask how old Corey is and flash coy grins when I respond, “Six weeks.” Dolt that I am, it takes me half the time we’re waiting to recognize they have precisely the same thought in their heads. This guy can’t wait to get laid.

By the time I drop Ginny at Kingsbrier to ask my mother to watch Corey, it’s the exact opposite. I’m wondering how well Viagra works. I wasn’t this nervous when Gin and I lost our virginity together or the first time I snuck her into the house.

With any luck, Momma will think I’m taking Gin on a simple date. It’s bad enough the baby proves we’ve had sex. Fuck. Going out tonight makes our intentions obvious. My mother is going to think I’m a pervert.

I u-turn, heading to town to buy a bouquet before heading back to the apartment. Inside, I search for a glass pitcher and fill it with water, arranging the roses. I hope Ginny doesn’t realize they’re not in a real vase and console myself that at least it’s not a cheap plastic cup. Crumpling the cellophane into a ball, I toss it in the trash only to dig it back out, trying to flatten it. 

It might have been a better idea to present to Ginny the flowers in the neat and tidy way I purchased them from the florist. I’m going about this all wrong. Valentine’s Day is a few weeks off and it seems we’re light years from tonight being anything close to romantic.

I wipe my sweaty hands on my jeans and double-check there aren’t any stains on my button-down shirt or the plain white T that’s showing under it. I’m wearing something casual, but not so casual I look like a schlep.

My mind races to the ring at Christmas. I’m unready for that. Although, we have a kid, so what am I waiting on?

I sit, stand, and pace the small space. Knocking into the table, and jostling the roses, I right the pitcher as Ginny opens the front door.

“Hi.” She sets her purse down.

“Hey.”

I’m awkward, trying to help her take off her coat, and wind up in the way. It drops to the floor twice before I can get it hung on the peg the right way without the thin jacket falling. She’s got on a skirt and a pretty new shirt she’d gotten after Corey was born and nothing fit.

“Is the baby okay?” Did my mother figure it out?

“He’s fine.” Of course, she knows. “Miss Rose says it’s no problem and she’ll take Corey again if we go out for Valentine’s.” She points to the mix of apricot-colored roses, dahlias, viburnum berries, and orchids. “Flowers?” 

“They’re for you. The baby gets so many presents I figured you’d like something special.”

“That’s lovely and unexpected. Thank you.” My girlfriend presses her sweet lips to mine.

My left hand curls up into her long hair, the other starts out at Gin’s waist, roaming to grab her behind, pulling her to me. The kiss deepens. Ginny clutches my shirt, but pulls away when I start to maul her.

“Eric, you need to slow down.”

I chuckle at my stupidity for pushing too fast since it isn’t doing much for me either. 

It isn’t as if we have to make curfew or we’ve got a limited amount of time together. No one has a set time to be home because this is home. So if making love to Ginny doesn’t happen tonight, what’s the big deal?

I touch Ginny’s dimple, taking the time to look at her. She rarely wears make-up anymore. She’s beautiful without it and the blush pinking her cheeks takes my breath away.

“I’m nervous,” I admit, inhaling.

“It’s only me. What’s could go wrong?” She bites her lip, letting out a tiny huff reminding me we’ve already endured the worst-case scenario.

“I think you’re amazing.”

“You told me that the day before you invited me out for the first time.”

My Adam’s apple bobs reflexively. I can’t believe the details she remembers. For me, Ginny had been the whole package. Telling her she was beautiful didn’t seem to cover brilliant, kind, gentle, or any other word that defined her.

“I felt silly. I was a dumb schoolgirl, trying to act like I hadn’t fallen for a Kingsbrier.” she admits her anxiety.

“I walked away that afternoon kicking myself because I couldn’t get the words out. Took me all night and the whole next day to work up the courage to ask you to go to the Grille with me before the football game.”

“I’m glad you finally did.”

“So am I.”

It hadn’t been anything stupendous, just burgers and fries before my brothers’ first Friday night under the lights of our junior year. We stood in the stands, cheering alongside my sisters, and celebrated the home team’s victory with friends behind the barn.

One and all gradually dissipated, leaving no one but us quints, Ginny, and Drew behind. We kicked dirt over the remains of the fire and stomped it down to smother the embers. Each of us played a part in making it look like the area hadn’t been touched. Later, I drove Ginny home, hoping she’d had a good enough evening to agree to see me again.

When I kissed Ginny for the first time, I knew it was different. I couldn’t fathom not being able to spend every Friday night with her, eating greasy burgers, drinking and dancing under the stars with my arms wrapped around her.

“Want to go to the Grille tonight?” I ask.

She deserves better, but perhaps I can entice the waitress to give us the table we sat at when we started out.

“I’d love to.”


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“I’m not hurting you?” I brush Ginny’s hair away from her face. It cascades down the pillow into the halo of blonde I love so much.

“No.” Her lips meet mine. She presses her pelvis up, encouraging me to keep going.

My head dips forward, unbelieving we’ve been too wrapped up in the baby and missed out on this. Okay, from a technical standpoint, we waited for the doctor to give us the green light. 

We need to find a sitter and go to dinner more often. The next time we go on a date I’ll splurge on something better than a greasy spoon where everyone from town hangs out. The next time we have sex will be sooner than that.

Being out with Ginny at the restaurant brought me back to the way it was last spring when we had the world at our fingertips. She’d ordered her usual. I’d stolen her fries after mine were gone. Ginny joked I was taking food out of the baby’s mouth and she needed the calories. It was one of the few times between when the hostess seated us at the restaurant and coming back to the apartment when Corey’s come up. The rest of the evening has been about us.

It was better than the way it was. I’ll kiss her goodnight and Ginny will still be here in the morning.

Now, we have a kid with the world at his fingertips. Corey is safe with his Gran and I’m finally alone with the only other person who makes life worthwhile.

“You have to move.” 

I’m hovering above her, hesitating. “It’s been too long.” I groan, feeling her push up against my hips. I’m not going to last, which is pathetic for a kid who hasn’t reached twenty yet. “Hell, Gin, ya gotta slow down.”

She arches her back, forcing my slight withdrawal.

“Have you forgotten how this is done?” she teases. Her back hits the mattress and the motion of her body coaxes me to meet her.

“You feel too good, sugar.” I bite at Ginny’s bottom lip, slow to build the friction between her legs.

“Please, Eric,” Ginny begs.

I let out a soft chuckle, thinking she sounds like an impatient guy when she needs to get off.

I created this demon, so I might as well surrender to it. There are worse fates than my girl wanting me.

I hitch up her leg and begin matching her rhythm. Ginny’s hands smooth down my back, pulling me in as close as she can. With each stroke, I’m buried farther inside her. Her walls tighten. I fight to hold on until her cries let me know her release will be heightened by my own.

Ginny’s orgasm rushes like the tide and her breasts harden to stone underneath the weight of my chest. She grimaces and I shift away, thinking she’s in pain. My torso lifts and her nipples begin leaking. The milk makes a slow trail down her sides. Ginny reaches for her new top, ruining the fabric clutched to her chest.

“I needed a shower or the baby. Maybe both. I don’t know how to relieve the pressure.” She shies from me, embarrassed by her body’s betrayal.

We’ve gone from romantic right back to the pitfalls of being a new parent in a split-second. I’m unfazed by the droplets of milk staining the sheets and wipe the mess away, tossing my shirt on the laundry pile.

“You okay?” My hand brushes a lump where her breast has grown a hard painful ridge. 

“No one told me this would happen,” she responds sheepishly.

“It doesn’t bug me. I mean, it’s not like it’ll last forever, or happen every time. Right?”

Ginny fumbles for words. She’s not sure. Wetness soaks her shirt beneath her hands. She lets it fall forward enough to peek but pushes it back into place as white beads slip onto her bare skin.

“We’ll figure it out, Gin. Do you want to go get Corey?”

“No, I don’t, Eric.” Ginny loses her composure and her voice rises. “I—It’s so

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