Chapter Seventy
Alan
So, this is what total bliss feels like.
A month ago, if someone had told me on August ninth I’d be in the middle of my honeymoon with my smokin’ hot wife and perfect infant daughter and never been happier in my life, there’s no way I would have believed them.
Yet here I was. Completely enamored with my new family and pinching myself that this was now my life.
I loved not having a schedule. Other than Ruthie’s feedings, Jess and I did whatever we felt like doing, whenever we felt like doing it—whether it was exploring the town, sitting on the beach, having sex, or taking a nap.
Aside from sleeping with my wife, my next favorite thing was when Jessica would sit between my thighs and lean back against me while she nursed Ruthie. I loved that Jess included me in that special time with our little girl.
It only solidified my feelings for both of them.
But as our time to leave drew closer, I was filled with dread.
I now understood just how much I had to lose.
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Jessica
Was it possible to die from happiness?
Because if so, I might be in trouble.