I took the little boy into my arms and held him to me own chest, feelinghim so warm and soft, a little bundle in my arms, and I looked at hislittle fa...e, the tightly closed eyes, and I fell in love. He wasbeautiful. They were both beautiful.Once Kevin was done feeding the babies, he wiped off his nipple andpulled the bed sheet up over his breasts to his armpits. I sat on theedge of the bed and looked down at him, the mother of my children. And Irealized that I didn't hate him anymore. Kevin. She closed her eyes and sighed contentedly. I rolled onto my side and just stared at her. After a few seconds, her eyes opened and she smiled at me. ‘What?’ ‘Nothing,’ I said. ‘Sorry.’ ‘Don’t be,’ she whispered and rolled to face me. We were only inches apart. My mouth went dry and she reached out and touched my face. ‘Is this all right?’ she asked. I could only nod. ‘Can I kiss you, Marri?’ I nodded again and took a deep breath. She slid even closer and tipped her face to mine. My eyelids. I could almost taste the droplets of water flowing down his back from the circulating mist. It was taste that could replenish me from hunger. I noticed the clock hanging on the wall that showed 8:11pm. I figured Jason was just about done because he had already shampooed and soaped himself. The only thing on my mind was for him to remove those damp shorts, but it was a thought that might not even happen if I don’t take action. So again I began to walk into the shower room. Slowly and quietly.. I was too busy listening and working out how to respond to the things Lynette said, and she was busy exorcising thoughts and events that had haunted her for too long. It seemed somewhat surreal to be sitting with the lovely Lynette, listening to her relate the failings of her sex life, but it also made me feel closer to her than I’d ever imagined. “I mean, not all men are like that, are they?” I tried to be honest. “All men have fantasies, but I’m sure most men as a bit more sympathetic to.