44. Adam
Adam
“ W hat do you mean she’s filed to have her rights reinstated? She hasn’t been around in six years.” I shove my hands in my hair and tug. This is not the news I wanted after an incredible birthday week.
“She’s making it out so she has a solid case. Adam, can you remember any time when she reached out to be a part of Dylan’s life?”
I shake my head. “Never. She specifically said that being a Mom in a small city wasn’t the life for her. And that being married to me wasn’t for her either.”
Hearing that your wife was unsatisfied in a marriage where all I did was dote on her, stung. I loved Chelsea as best as I could. I provided for her as best as I could. But in the end, this life was not the life that she wanted. So she took the first out.
“Adam, if this goes to court, I need you to be prepared for this to get dirty. Judges usually side with the mother. But in cases like this, since you’ve been his primary caregiver for the last six years, that’s also in your favor.”
I drop down in the chair in front of his desk. “If this goes to court, how long are we looking at?”
Max shuffles through his papers. “Between three months and two years.”
“Two years? Max, she’s already been out of our lives for six years.”
“Adam, if the parents can reach an understanding, then the court would speed this along. But she also signed her rights away when you two divorced. So we have that red tape to cut through,” Max tells me pointedly. “Look, let me do my job. In the meantime I need you to keep any and all records of if and when Chelsea comes around. Keep your head straight.”
Keep my head straight . Like it’s so easy to do. My ex-wife wants me back. My ex-wife wants to be a mother. My ex-wife is a total pain in my ass.
I pull into my driveway and slam my head against the headrest before heading inside. My parents are in town for a while and having them here while I was at the lawyers office was a weight off my chest. Dylan also requested that Emily come over while I was out and when I walk into the living room, I find them snuggled on the couch watching Iron Man .
Emily and my parents meet my eyes and they read the frustration. Her eyes flick upstairs, signaling to go up there. Nodding, I see her kiss the side of Dylan’s head and untangle herself from his grasp. She loves him the way a mother should. Not with conditions. But she loves him because of me. And I couldn’t have asked for a better partner than Emily.
I’ve just made it into my bedroom when Emily comes in and closes the door. I was already at Max’s office when she got here and I’m finally taking her in. The navy blue dress she wears stops just above her knees with barely there straps. Her time spent with us at the pool and regular outside summer activities has given her a golden complexion. Emily’s hair falls in loose waves down her back and sways with her steps as she moves into my space.
“How did it go?” She asks and rests her hands on my waist.
I clasp my hands at the small of her back and look into the eyes of the woman I love. “Max said if we go to court it could take a minimum of three months and a maximum of two years.”
“What? But what judge would even decide to take this case further? She hasn’t been around in years,” Emily says what I’ve been saying since Chelsea decided to come back and spew her nonsense.
“That’s what Max said. He’s hopeful we don’t go to court, but if we do, I want to prepare you. If I know Chelsea like I think I do, she’ll stop at nothing to tear me down.”
“What could she possibly do or say that would destroy your character?”
I bring my hand up and smooth the crinkle on her forehead. “She’ll say I was a neglectful husband or that I trapped her into getting pregnant. God, it sounds asinine saying it out loud.”
“Baby, your fears are warranted. You’ve created a life here, something with Dylan that she’s now kicking herself in the ass for losing. Now she’s trying to come back since she’s in the mood to be a parent and that disrupts the life, the beautiful balance, you’ve created here with Dylan.”
My arms wrap around Emily as I soak in her words. “You always know the right things to say.”
“I spent a year listening to people’s condolences. Those words were bound to regurgitate somehow.”
“Stay the night,” I tell her.
“Of course, I’ll stay.”
It’s a rare night when Dylan doesn’t have baseball practice. Selfishly I’m glad because I get him to myself. Well, split between myself, Emily, and my parents. Dylan loves having his grandparents around and they love that they can spoil him rotten.
We’re in the backyard around the firepit when Dylan asks his grandparents if they can get some ice cream.
“I don’t know, buddy. It’s a little late,” I chime in from across the firepit.
“Please, Daddy. I promise it won’t keep me awake,” he gives me his puppy dog eyes that has Emily laughing into my arm.
She’s no help.
I look to my parents for an assist but they hide their smiles behind their drinks.
Also no help.
My head falls back and I look up at the stars. “One scoop. And I mean one scoop.” I watch as Dylan jumps up from one of the outdoor sofas and runs inside. My parents get up as well and follow after him. “Thank you!”
“You’re welcome, sweetheart,” my mom calls out.
Emily is still laughing beside me.
“You were absolutely no help,” I say as I try and fail to sound annoyed.
“But you caved so fast,” she heaves out through fading laughter. Emily’s laughter dies down as she looks into the fire. “What are you scared of?”
“Losing you,” I tell her.
Emily sits up and makes sure to face me. “You’re not going to lose me. Why would you say that?”
“Being at the hands of Chelsea, just waiting for her next move, has me terrified that the things she says or does will tear us apart and I don’t want that.”
“Is she that cruel? Or do you have that little faith that I’m not with you 100%? Because I meant what I said. I am with you every step of the way. No ex-wife is going to scare me away,” Emily claims.
I press my lips to hers and swallow down her gasp of surprise. Emily meets my enthusiasm and moves over to straddle my lap. My hands fall to her hips and I roughly grind her over my cock pulling a moan from her.
“Move in with me–us,” I blurt.
She pulls back. Lips swollen from our kiss, eyes half-lidded, and cheeks flushed. “What?”
“I know it’s fast. But you’re the only one I want. You’re the only one I’ve wanted for the last year.” Am I saying this because I’m scared? Probably.
“What’s wrong with what we have now?”
Yeah, Adam. What is wrong with what you two have now? “I thought you’d want more. But just forget about it.”
“Hey,” she turns my face back towards her. “Don’t do that. Don’t dismiss me like that. Your emotions are all over the place. You can say that they’re not, but they are. Do I see us living together? Baby, of course, I do. Since that night I crossed the line that's all I’ve thought about.” Emily leans forward and our foreheads rest against the other. “But I don’t want you saying or asking me things like this when your life is changing.”
“So you’re saying no.”
“I’m saying not right now. Adam, I am in love with you. That still scares me. Moving to the next step with you scares me.”
Am I knocked down by her rejection? Yes. If my mind wasn’t so clouded with lawyers and Chelsea, would I have asked Emily at this moment? Probably not. I know we’ve moved at a steady pace since summer started and maybe I should have brought this up in a year. Did I set us back?
Emily’s body relaxes into me and I realize she’s fallen asleep. Carefully, I adjust her and get up with her still in my arms. The house is quiet when we come in from the backyard and I assume they’re still at the ice cream shop. With each step up the stairs, my mind thinks back. I wish I could go back and wish I never asked her to move in. She knew why I asked. Hell, I knew why I asked.
I push open my bedroom door with my foot and softly close it, maneuvering to flick the lock and close us in for the night. Walking over to Emily’s side of the bed, because yes she now has her own side, I pull back the comforter and sheets then set her on the edge of the bed. She manages to stay upright, so I unclasp her sandals and pull her dress up and off her body as well as the thin bra she decided to wear but is actually useless.
“Adam,” she mumbles with her eyes still closed.
I kiss her on the forehead. “Lay back, baby.”
Emily lays down, resting her head on the pillow and I pull the covers over her. I round the side of the bed and strip down to my boxer briefs and climb into bed, pulling Emily into me. Her breaths even out again and she links our hands together before releasing another sigh and falling back to sleep.
I wake up to Emily rubbing her fingertips up and down my torso. It’s still dark outside and I doubt we were asleep for long. My left arm wraps around her and I press a kiss to her forehead.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers as if she’s afraid to wake the house.
“Whatever for?” I ask as I run my hand up and down her arm for my comfort more than hers.
“I don’t like this weirdness between us. And I know that we’ll have fights and not everything is going to be a cloudless sky, but you asking me to move in disarmed me.”
“No, you were right. I let my emotions take over. I shouldn’t have sprung that on you. So, I’m the one who’s sorry.”
She weaves her leg between mine and snuggles closer, releasing a huge sigh. “I love knowing I was right.”
“Oh, did you now?” I ask and move my hands to tickle her. She tries to move away but my hands are magnetized to her body. I show no mercy as I straddle her body and continue my playful assault until she calls it.
“Mercy,” Emily pants out and moves her hair back off her face. Her naked chest heaves and I can’t keep my eyes off of her. The air changes from playful to heavy. “Take your boxers off,” Emily commands.
I slide off the edge of the bed and do as she says. My cock springs free, bobbing and bouncing off my stomach. Mercy. I’m at her mercy.
“Now climb back up here,” she orders.
I obey her order and climb back up on the bed. Emily places her hands on my hips and pulls me forward. Moving my body until I’m practically sitting on her chest. She slides down until my cock bumps her chin.
“Be a good boy and grab onto the headboard,” she demands before taking me in her fist and licking at the pre-cum before sucking on my tip.
“Oh, fuck, Em,” I choke out as one hand lands on the headboard and the other on the top of her head. She pulls me even closer so my cock slides to the back of her throat causing her to gag. “Shit, baby, I don’t want to hurt you.”
Emily pulls back and my cock slides from her warm mouth. “Fuck my face, Adam. If it’s too much I’ll tap you on your thigh.”
I’m still hovering over her, not ready to make a move.
“Come on baby. Fuck my face and paint me with your cum.” She drives her point home and holds my cock in one hand and licks from root to tip all the while holding eye contact.
“Are you sure?” I ask. We haven’t done anything like this. And while we’re both comfortable with sex, me on top is still new.
She rubs the head of my cock against her closed lips and it sends a shiver down my spine. “I’m positive,” Emily says and opens her mouth.
I push my cock inside her mouth and Emily moans around my length. The sound sends a vibration to my balls. My thrusts are slow and steady as she sucks. Using her tongue to tease the underside of my shaft and flicking the head as I pull out. A line of spit mixed with cum strings from her mouth. It’s the hottest thing I’ve seen and I almost come on the spot.
“If I’m gonna come, it’s not going to be on your body,” I start as I move down the bed and pull her underwear down, tossing them to the floor.
“No? And where do you intend to come, Mr. Montgomery?” She raises her arms above her head and pushes her chest out. Taunting me. Teasing me.
“Jesus Christ, baby,” I huff out and wedge myself between her spread legs. My arms cage her in and I line myself up at her opening. “To answer your question, inside of you.” I respond as I slide into her pussy.
Emily moans, a bit too loudly, so I snuff out the sound and mesh my lips to hers. She wraps a leg high around my waist and I grab onto it, hooking it over my arm and sliding deeper as my thrusts never change their pace. Her hands roam over my body while her tongue tangles with mine.
“Adam,” she pants out. Her pussy starts squeezing my cock as her orgasm gets closer.
I separate from her and kneel back on my heels, taking her with me. My arms hook under her legs and I hold her to me. “I want one more. You and me, coming together. Can you do that for me, baby?” I ask her and never once break this new pace as I bounce her on my cock.
“Yes. I wanna come with you,” she says and hooks her arms around my neck.
“Good girl,” I praise. At this new angle, I hit a spot that has Emily biting her bottom lip I fear she’s going to break the skin.
Emily moves her hand between our bodies and strums her clit. I watch her fingers play with the little nub and my balls draw up when she clenches around me.
“Adam, I’m there, baby. I need to come.”
I move her hand and rub her clit. I watch in fascination as a red flush covers her body. “Come for me, baby. I’m right there with you.”
Her mouth opens with a silent scream as she falls over the edge. Watching her come is a thing of beauty and pulls my orgasm. My thrusts stutter as I work us both over and over. I fall on top of Emily, careful not to put too much of my weight on her.
“I love you,” Emily tells me when she’s finally caught her breath.
I slide my softening cock out of her and lay to the side. “I love you, too, angel.”
She kisses my hand and slides out of the bed. I watch as she pulls on my discarded shirt and heads to the bathroom.
With her, I forget about the outside world. Emily comes out of the bathroom and I slide out of bed to do the same. Her eyes trail up and down my naked body and I make sure to exaggerate a stretch.
“My eyes are up here,” I tease and swat her butt as I walk into the bathroom.
I clean up and walk back into the bedroom. Emily curls up to me and her body deflates. I think of how we started and how far we’ve come. We may have had a misunderstanding but we got through it. I just hope that with the custody, Chelsea, and my asking her to move in, we won’t fall apart.