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“Hey–hey!” Belle giggled, her voice dropping to just above a whisper. “Watch those hands, mister. We already got busted a million times this week. I can only come up with so many excuses.”
Belle was scolding him, but she wasn’t upset. In fact, she was smiling playfully and doing all in her power not to lean in closer to his touch. Jack drove her crazy in all the right ways, and he was well aware of this. He was always testing her limits and her patience, and now was no different. In any normal case, she would gladly relent and they would give into their passions for one another. But their daughter, as they knew she would, had begun to feed her curiosities. When she wanted to know something, she had started to investigate on her own. If she had a question, she asked, and then she asked why. Sometimes the questions were related, sometimes they weren’t. But her little mind was developing at a breakneck pace, and her parents were happy to encourage this.
Except when she tried to wander into their room long after bedtime, in the middle of a situation they weren’t quite ready to explain.
Belle had quickly jumped into action, grabbing a robe and throwing it on before the child’s young mind could fully process anything she didn’t understand. She’d led the girl back to bed and read her another story, and this time Belle lingered to make sure her daughter had stayed asleep. It was no big deal, from what she heard from her friends at lunch a few days later, it had all happened with their own children at some point. Belle felt better then, and each night, just made sure to linger and ensure the girl was asleep before leaving the room.
After a few nights passed, Belle felt comfortable enough to engage with Jack again. This time, they barely had enough time to begin before a tiny voice had come through a crack in the door saying, “Mommy, we’re hungry.” Without a thought, Belle immediately initiated damage control once more. She tied the sash of her robe and opened the door to find, of course, that this time her little adventurer had strung along her baby sister for the ride.
Belle separated the chubby little hands and took them each in her own. “Come on, we’ll go find a quick snack and then back to bed.”
The next night, the couple had actually managed to complete their union before the same tiny voice opened the door to announce “Daddy, I miss you,” joined by the sleepy cries of a toddler who was just learning to walk and didn’t appreciate being dragged out of bed to come along for this journey.
It was like she knew, somehow, Belle thought. Every night for the next week, without fail, they were joined by curious little girl who spouted a different excuse, whether they were attempting intimacy or not.
“Mommy, I’m scared,” was the reason one night.“Daddy, the baby keeps looking at me and she won’t stop.”“When is Santa coming?”“Can I sleep in my flower dress?”“Mama, I’m thirsty.”“Mommy, the baby was gonna cry but I made her stop. She’s okay now.”“Daddy, can you show me how to write my name?”
Finally, after a long day of family fun at the park, both of the girls were dead exhausted when they got home. They could barely get them out of their dirty play clothes into their pajamas, they were so sleepy. To Belle’s surprise, there was no questions, no need for a story book. They were fast asleep within minutes of tucking them in, and she and Jack had the entire evening for themselves.
She couldn’t blame him for thinking they had the perfect opportunity. She almost agreed it was too perfect to pass up. But another part of her just knew that as soon as they got carried away, there’d come a voice at the door.
“Are you sure you want more of them?” she asked jokingly. She already knew the answer, but it was fun to tease him. Taking his face in her hands, she pressed her lips lovingly against his. She hoped he could feel her love for him, and know how badly she wanted to give in. She was just so afraid that eventually, she would be asked the dreaded “what are you doing?” Belle was nowhere near ready for that. But until she could devise a way to keep the interruptions out and keep the spark alive with Jack, she knew they’d have to be overly careful. For now, she would just kiss him and love him through her kiss. It was all she knew to do.
