You Light My Morning Sky: Part 13
To You I Can Admit, I’m Just Too Soft For All Of It
Warnings: ass play/plugging, color system, new position, oral (f recieving), dom/sub, panty play, mentions of exhbitionism and body insecurities
The wardrobe consultants come in quickly and set up the dressing area and the makeup chairs.
Austin holds your hand and stays by your side, smiling when he sees the garment bags covered to hide your outfits from each other.
“Remember what we talked about?” Austin says to Anna, your makeup artist, when she gets you in the chair.
“Strong setting spray, so her makeup doesn’t come off, because she gets dressed blindfolded,” Anna grins. “I remember. As if that’s the weirdest request I’ve ever gotten. I think it’s kind of sweet,” She says and gets you seated, in a chair large enough to accommodate Austin half next to you and half under you, arms around your waist. He likes watching this part, and he likes making sure the makeup goes well with the dress only he has seen. You blush and think about when he had suggested it;
"I pick what you wear, you pick what I wear. No peeking until the night of."
It felt marital, as though he was creating ways for you two to surprise each other.
"Aust, baby, I love it," you had smiled. “That doesn’t apply to the wedding, though. I’m picking my dress and it’s gonna knock your fucking socks off.”
He had agreed, and now, the two of you get ready for everything like this; together.
His voice brings you pack to the present when he points to a color you can’t see and says,
“Her dress is that color, so maybe.. This, this and this?” he suggests and Anna makes a counter suggestion. You sit there while they chat and you feel makeup being applied to your face. It’s relaxing, and Austin holds you tighter when one of Anna’s assistants starts working on your hair.
The actual process of getting dressed turns out not to be a horrible ordeal. You make sure no one notices Austin's plug, but even so, he insists on slightly ruining the surprise by being dressed in the same room as you, a piece of black satin tied over your eyes. You agree to let him technically peek by partially dressing himself in light of the secret nestled firmly inside him. He nuzzles and holds and kisses you as much as the process will allow.
You can feel that the dress is flowy and fitted, and strapless. Layers of black wrapped silk with a structured bodice and a-line full skirt with a slit, all come together to show off your chest and legs perfectly; Austin grins smugly at knowing from memory the contours of your shape when the gown fits perfectly. You can feel the details before you see them, and suddenly, there’s a warm body close to you, and you put your hands out. They land on the narrow, fully clothed waist of your fiance, clinging a little to him. He picked out this outfit for you, and you want to love it, or at least not judge it until you see it, but you feel a little self conscious because it's snug around your stomach. Austin, as always, sees the thoughts in your head, and quiets them with a kiss to your jaw.
"You look so fucking delicious, Mama... wanna get on my knees and worship you," he purrs, tugging you close and running his hands all over your stomach. He grabs the black silk bow and tugs, the fabric falling away from your eyes, and you look at the two of you together. With his adoring touch, you can see that the elegance of the gown is perfect. His simple low buttoning shirt and lace blazer with high-waisted pants are the perfect companions to your outfit, as he got the two designers to match color pallets. The pale pink detailing on his ensemble matches the makeup Anna put on you and your hair falls in soft curls. He got every last detail, exactly perfect.
“You look so good, do you like what I picked?” you ask, and he kisses your cheek.
“I do. We look so beautiful. I love you,” he whispers in your ear. “And I’m not done surprising you, so just get ready,” he grins, and you two turn back to looking at yourselves together in the mirror. He looks so handsome and sweet and he only wiggles a little when he sits for his hair to get finished, once you two can be begrudgingly separated.
You look around for the shoes he picked in the many boxes the designers had sent over until he makes a soft noise of distress. You hurry to him, and when he sees you coming and his smile widens as you walk, the layers of the skirt swishing around your bare feet.
"Here she comes, God, have you seen her?" He says proudly to the team surrounding him. They laugh and nod.
"We have. She's beautiful, you're both so lucky," Anna answers him. He winks at you and looks at her.
"You have no idea," he hums, and when you come over to him, his face is lit up with joy.
“You made a noise, handsome, what’s wrong?” you ask, and you place your ear close to his mouth for privacy. He shakes his head and he pulls out his phone, typing something. You hear yours ding and you grab it, reading a text he sent so no one would risk hearing it.
Do not. I mean under any circumstances. Bend over again. Please Mama.
You return to his side and kiss his cheek, squeezing his hand twice to show you understand, and you switch your phone, wallet, and both passes for the carpet and dinner into the clutch you were loaning for the night. He tugs you closer, and by the time you've settled in his lap, his hair is done and you are showing Anna some ideas.
"What if he just had a little mascara and lip color? Just subtle," you bite your lip, looking at Aust when you talk. His hands touch you everywhere he can, and he tilts his eyes up like he always tells you to do for mascara.
"Good boy," you praise and Anna and her team exchange a look. "None of you heard that," you say firmly and they all blush and nod.
"Yes, of course," they hurriedly agree and they follow your suggestions.
"Do I look good?" He asks when they're done and you lean in and kiss his cheek.
"You are so beautiful," you smile and you try to slip your feet into your heels without bending over, but Austin shakes his head.
"So do you, but no heels until we're downstairs," he reminds you, kissing your cheek softly. The soft pink of his lips and darkening of his eye lashes only add to his ethereal beauty, and you hear a camera snap as the two of you look at each other. You turn around and Anna smiles.
"I'm sending it to you then deleting it," she promises and you grin.
"Thank you," Austin says quietly, and adjusts his stance. You lean in close and whisper,
"Color?" and hug him close by his waist.
"Green," he whispers and you nod. He takes you carefully down the stairs and he hands you a jewelry box.
"I did say there would be more surprises,” he winks at you. “For you, my love," he smiles.
"What-" you ask and he opens it for you to reveal a set of white gold teardrop earrings set with burgundy jewels, and a layered white gold chain with matching gem pendants, one small and one large. The larger jewel rests between your breasts when he puts it on you and the color offsets and brightens the deep black color of your gown. He kisses your neck when he does the clasp, which settles oddly on your neck.
"Baby, the clasp feels heavy," you reach your hands back to feel and he smiles.
"It's a charm. Subtle, but it has my initials on it," he smiles and you blush, looking up at him. He's wearing his engagement ring and the necklace with your initials on it as well, and you run a hand through his hair.
"I love you," you whisper. He leans into the touch and looks at you with wonder and adoration.
"I love you too," he says quietly, then kneels to put your feet one at a time in the Louboutin pumps you selected for the evening. You look down at him and Anna comes down to grab your phone and snap more pictures with it. Austin pushes your skirt up and presses a kiss to the inside of your knee. Thankfully Anna gets a photo, and when you help him stand, he gasps a little.
"Color?" You whisper.
"Green, it pressed against my... spot, though," he huffs, a blush dusting his cheeks, and you squeeze his hand.
"Time to go, Prince, you okay?" You ask and he smiles down at you, bringing one hand up to gently cup your cheek and he presses a kiss to your lips.
"I'm great, My love. Come on," he grabs your hand and leads you out the door, Anna and her team hurrying out quickly behind you. They take the first elevator, at Austin's insistence, and he holds you by the waist in his arms.
"You look so beautiful," he hums. "I meant to say earlier. I couldn't find the words, but, thank you for not looking at me differently," he says softly. You turn in his arms and look into his eyes.
"What do you mean, Baby?" You ask, brushing his hair out of his eyes where it had fallen.
"After you touched me, and made me cum by playing with my ass, you still look at me the same way. I'm no less of a man in your eyes for enjoying that," he raises your hand to his lips and kisses your knuckle right above your engagement ring. "Marry me, Mama," he grins and you kiss his lips softly before kissing his ring finger next to his engagement ring.
"Planning on it, Butler. My strong, capable, loving man," you assure him and he smiles, kissing you tenderly until the elevator doors open.
"We're not staying long," he smiles and you shake your head.
"Not long at all, Baby. You're being so good."
The Red Carpet turns out to be an exhilarating experience. Austin holds your hand and leads you everywhere the cameras flash, begging for your attention. You both try to keep your left hands out of sight, and Jenn, your boss, comes up to you both for some pictures, looking fabulous in a black velvet plunging gown.
"Keep smiling," she says through her teeth. You pose together, and she says "Your leave has been approved and I fired Sarah," she tells you both and you and Austin exchange barely concealed looks of unbridled joy. Austin hugs her in full view of the camera.
“You need new clients, right?” He asks. “That’s the point of this?”
“More or less,” she giggles, smiling at him.
“Well, let’s make that happen. Thank you for taking me and my relationship seriously,” he says, giving her the million dollar smile that is just so.. Austin. "Let's take a picture, you and me," he suggests, and he puts her arm around her as they pose for some photos.
"Those will be great for us, Thank you" she says when they come back to your side, and Austin looks happy too.
"Yeah, it will. Just a token of his appreciation," you giggle as Austin poses playfully.
"I guess I'm the bell of the ball, although looking at you two, I don't know how that's possible," he winks at Jenn and he kisses your cheek. His mascara and lip color look amazing in the light and when he stands next to you once more, he gives you the look he gets in his eyes when he can't see anything in the world but you. You guide him gently towards the next section of hungry cameras, and when all eyes are on the both of you once more, he takes your left hand and places it on his cheek.
"My Mrs. Butler," he whispers, and twirls you into a low dip and a passionate kiss. The crowd goes wild, and the flashing lights get brighter, but you don't really notice. When he pulls you back up, you pose in his arms and he gives a smoldering look before you continue on down the parade of people wanting your attention.
Dinner is quick thankfully, but after the first course, you can see trouble stirring. The room is warm, and the lights are bright. Austin is charming and gracious as ever, but he doesn't have time to breathe much, and, he notices, neither do you. Young male stars of every type approach you and give you the sparkle he knows well; it’s how he looks at you. What makes it all the worse is at some point your hand left its place on his leg. The plug feels so present inside him, and he wants to whine and cry and make you pay attention. Checking the time, constantly, he knows you haven’t looked at him in almost 45 minutes. After they clear the final course, Austin practically yanks your hand to him, double taps the inside of your palm and whispers, "Yellow, Mama, come on," and he stands on wobbly legs. You hold his hand and when you're out of sight and ear shot of the crowd, he pauses and looks at you.
"Bathroom?" He asks, jaw tight and eyes hardened and cold. You nod, electing to take him to the private VIP bathroom
"We can lock this, and there's places to sit," you explain and he nods, breathing through his nose as you lock the door behind you. When you turn to him, you take his hands.
"What can I do, Baby Boy?" You ask and he tugs you down on to the couch. His hands wander over you, feverish with possessive rage, and then land on your waist, gripping a little.
“You can stop shoving your tits in the face of Miles Fucking Teller,” he growls. “I am plugged. I am dressed in clothes you picked,” his voice is rough but the push on to the couch he gave you was so gentle.
“Austin, I’m sorry, I was working!” you say firmly, trying to set some boundaries. He isn’t having it; he looks perfectly coiffed and debauched all at once, and you know you won’t be able to hold out. He gets on his knees and pushes your dress up, once hand resting on your stomach.
“Austin, what are you doing?” you ask. You’ve been passive to his anger since leaving the table, letting him get his frustrations out, but at some point you know you need to offer grounding and consistency. As much as you like it when he runs wild and free with your body as his sub, you don’t appreciate the attitude when the roles are reversed.
“I’m your baby. You are my mama,” his eyes glint angrily. “I’m reminding you of why you like it that way. Why you don’t like it when other people touch me. Why I don’t like it when other people stare at you,” he pouts and you bite your lip. He sounds distraught, and wrecked.
“Okay, baby,” you nod. “Take what you need.”
“Yes, Mama.” His head disappears under the fabric of your dress, hands caressing your thighs, and then his mouth is on you. His teeth clamp down on your panties over your clit, and you feel the scraping sensation against your sensitive swollen bud. He sucks the dampening fabric hungrily, then tugs them down your legs with his mouth.
“Baby!” you whine, and he smirks.
“Glad to see your attention is finally where it belongs,” he smiles, rubbing and kissing your thighs before diving back in. His tongue flicks over your clit repeatedly, then pushes inside you, sucking hungrily at every part of your pussy he could possibly access without using his hands. He loves this; even when you don’t limit him, he challenges himself. Only his fingers, only his mouth, only his cock. He loves the feeling that just part of him is better for you than the whole body of any other lover, and he’s infuriatingly correct. You are painfully close already just from the attention on your clit and his tongue paying loving attention to your g spot. He pulls away from your entrance to go back to sucking your clit, and all it takes is him humming against you while licking you where you need his touch most. You cum with a soft cry, and then a louder shout of his name as he swirls his tongue over the outside of your clit, and a more powerful orgasm pours out of you, almost knocking the wind out of you.
“Holy shit! Baby Boy!” you gasp, panting as he licks you clean, then pockets your panties, looking up at you. He spreads your legs and snaps a pic, and you hide your face.
“Panties, a pussy pic, what next? What can I get you?” You want to be sarcastic but it comes out as a moan.
“Look,” he grins, getting up and laying next to you, showing you the photo with his head on your chest.
“Holy shit, how rough were you?” you gasp, looking at the pink abrasions across your pussy.
“Mama, it’s my lip color,” he whispers. “I would never hurt you,” he soothes you. “But to be honest it scared me too.” You look at each other, and you see some darkness in his gaze as you giggle together about the mixup, and he adjusts the way he’s laying down. He's laying on his side, which only adds to the worry nagging in your chest.
"Austin, please use your words, what hurts? What do you need?" You ask, nuzzling his hair softly.
"Its really overwhelming," he says softly. "My ass feels... full, I'm aching in these silk pants, and everyone is making so much noise. I just needed a second of no noise, taste, smell except Mama and my pussy," he sighs, hand going up your dress again so he can just gently pet you.
"Do you need it out?" You ask, rubbing his back. "No judgment, Prince. You've been so good. Do you need it out?"
"No," he shakes his head. "It's grounding me. Keeping me so connected to you. Just needed a break," he explains, pressing his lips between your breasts.
"You've earned a million treats," you assure him. “My good boy,” you stroke his hair and kiss his still slick lips.
"Thank you, Mama," he smiles and kisses you again. "5 more minutes?" He asks and you shake your head.
"I think we should go home," your hands wander into his hair, and his hopeful eyes widen.
"We can leave?" He asks, hardly daring to believe it.
"We can and should leave," you confirm and he stands up carefully, hips rolling briefly as he sits up and his ass makes full contact with the edge of the couch. He shoves the panties in his pocket, and he licks his fingers clean.
“What if we stayed for dessert, and you pay attention to me more in front of everyone?” he asks. “If you don’t, I’ll suck on your panties in front of your boss,” he shrugs nonchalantly.
“Austin,” you say firmly. “Is that how good boys behave?” you ask, hand slowly stroking his neck, reminding him of what you could do to him.
“I want to be good, Mama, but being good doesn’t get me anywhere. You stopped touching me. You stopped looking at me,” he pouts and your eyes flash. He wants to play.
“We will go back to our table, I will show people how much you mean to me, and you can keep that little panty power trip if it makes you feel like a man, but when we get home, you’re mine. No questions asked. Only a red will get you out of it this time, Baby. If you wanna play, those are the rules,” you say coolly, squeezing his neck a bit. His eyes are sliding in and out of focus, and through his pants, he looks hard enough to burst. You smirk and look at him, forcing him to make eye contact with you.
“Mama, yes. God, yes, please,” he swallows thickly. This, as it turns out, is what he wanted, and you were happy to oblige.
“Okay then. Color?” you ask, kissing his cheek and fixing his lip color.
“Green. You’re so beautiful,” he smiles softly. You wrap an arm around his waist and look at him.
“Not as beautiful as you,” you say quietly.
“Pause,” he says sharply, then picks you up, places you on the counter, kisses you so deeply and passionately you fear for the state of your makeup, but you quickly lose even those thoughts in your head. You cling to him, kissing him back and then at last he pulls away and helps you down, fixes both your faces, and your dress.
“Unpause,” you say, grabbing his hand and taking control again. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” he grins shyly, and then you return, hand in hand, to your table.
Thanks to Austin bringing his aching heart to your attention, you manage to avoid any behavior that would cause him to publicly suck on your panties for attention, and dessert goes as well as can be hoped. Austin feeds you a bite of cake and the camera catches you two being extremely cute together. The blush on Austin’s cheeks looks placed there, but he’s just getting flushed and a little overwhelmed again. Jenn wanders over before the speeches begin, takes one last photo, and then looks at Austin.
“What did you do to him?” she asks you. You look away, not remotely about to tell her the truth, but Austin provides a satisfactory enough answer.
“She stopped touching me and flirted with people because she’s good at her job, and I got mad so I took her panties but now I wanna go home,” he grins at her and she lets out a shocked but genuinely amused laugh.
“Get out of here you two,” she says and you really don’t need telling twice. You call for the car, grip his hand and practically run out of there, Austin’s free hand pawing feverishly at you. He knows, however, that he’s in for it when you push him into the car with a smack on his ass, and you settle across from him in the spacious limo instead of next to him.
“Mama,” he breathes, trying to get into your lap, but the toe of your high heel presses gently on his clothed erection and pushes him back down. The choked moan and deep breaths coming from him make him sound like a gravely wounded animal, and you ask him for his color.
“Green! I think! What the fuck, Mama?” he whines, hips rolling against your shoe, which hasn’t moved.
“That was a nice bit of honesty with Jenn, angel. You’re lucky it went well,” you purr and Austin grunts.
“I wouldn’t have done it with anyone else and I wouldn’t say anything about the plug! Promise!” he whines and you nod.
“I believe you. I’m glad for that. That’s my good boy. Want me to move my foot?” you ask, pretending to absentmindedly check your phone while messing with him, but he lets out the most hollow whine you’ve ever heard.
“I want your attention!” he snaps and you set aside your phone.
“You have it,” you assure him quietly, moving your shoe. “I can let you grind on my shoe or you can play with me to your heart’s content on the way home, but you absolutely must not cum until I tell you to. And I won’t tell you to, under any circumstances, until we’re back home,” you inform him honestly, wanting him to have all the information.
“I want you,” he whines. “But I was bad. I should have the shoe, just… Please don’t press too hard,” he begs, and you smile and nod.
“Good compromise, Little Prince. I’m proud of you for knowing you crossed a line.” You press the toe of your shoe to him again, your painted toenails glinting in the low light and the dress falling open at the slit so he can see your bent leg and bare pussy. He gulps and tries to focus, and much to his own surprise, and your pride and joy, he follows the rules the whole way home.
When you get inside, he’s insistent; hands on your hips all the way up, kissing you everywhere he can, and no amount of rule making that currently comes to mind would sufficiently deter him. He’s an animal, but a seemingly wounded one. There’s a vacancy in his eyes again, a deep well of suffering that cannot be quenched by what you have planned. He collapses on to the bed after you get upstairs, staring up at you, and he honestly looks like he did when Elvis asked Priscilla if she still loved him. He is going to a place you don’t want him to go, ever.
“Baby, are you okay?” you ask, stroking his legs and undressing him carefully.
“I feel.. I feel empty,” he whines. “I know I’m plugged, how ironic is that? But I need something,” he rubs his chest. “I need to be owned, Mama, do we have like, a collar or handcuffs or a whip or something-” he rambles, listing crazy possibilities one after the other, and you stop him.
“Okay, whoa, we have some of those things, Austin, but that’s not the solution when you’re feeling like this. Let’s start simple,” you suggest, helping him sit up, and you finish getting him naked. “Undress me,” you ask. “Only you can do it, no one else,” you look into his eyes. He’s aching hard, and still a little out of it but he looks more like himself from that boost of confidence alone. When you’re naked, he tugs you close to him, holding you tight. You get both of you on the bed, and you look at him.
“No toys, except the one you already have. We’re gonna try a new position, okay? Nothing but Mama being in charge of you, and loving you, and giving you the attention you deserve, but we can talk about anything you want first, Baby. Mama hurt your feelings, huh?” you ask and he clings to you.
“I just want you to be proud of me. I know you were working. I let you down,” he says, looking ashamed. You frown and stroke his hair.
“Baby, I am so proud of you. We worked it out, and you ate my pussy like a damn expert. And, you did it all while making it clear what the problem was, and you communicated clearly to me what it was. Why would I not love my best boy?” you ask, and he smiles, giving you a little kiss.
“I’m Mama’s? Mama’s mine?” he asks and you nod.
“Absolutely. This position will help ease that ache for you, if you’d like to try it tonight,” you say and he nods.
“Now, please,” he blushes, kissing you more deeply. You sit up and you look at him.
“Okay, Baby,” you smile, suddenly feeling a little shy. “We’re going to try the amazon position.”
His eyes light up, and he eagerly lays back, grabbing the backs of his knees, spreading out for you.
“Please, Mama, I’m so hard,” he begs, and you lean down to kiss his thighs, rub his ass a little, and make him the center of your attention. His little gasps and moans reveal that you’re hitting the mark, and you help him support his knees. He sighs gratefully and his hands tangle in your hair. “Mama, don’t tease, please, I’m such a good boy,” he whines when you kiss his cock, and when you look up at him, there are tears of pleasure streaming down his face. You smile fondly at him, and you sit up, still holding his knees for him.
“You ready, my love?” you ask, stroking his face as you use your body to support his legs, ready to sink down, and he nods. “You’re just the most beautiful little pillow prince,” you tease lovingly, as you position your legs on either side of him, sit forward, and guide his cock inside you. The pleasure is immediately intense for the both of you, and Austin is rendered motionless. His breaths come in little pants, stomach rising and falling rapidly, and you lean forward, fully resting on your knees.
“Color, my Prince?” you ask, and he looks into your eyes.
“Green!” he moans. “Please, move Mama,” he begs, and you do. You start riding him, slowly, but it feels too good, and you grip his thighs, squeezing and rubbing his trembling limbs.
“Feel okay, baby?” you ask, voice cracking as your folds grip his cock when he hits your g spot just perfectly. “This feels so so good,” you gasp, rocking your hips down and rubbing your clit on him shamelessly.
“Mama, I’m gonna cum!” he cries, and you lean forward to play with his nipples, making him arch up, trying to buck his hips. The pressure on your clit drives you close to the edge; you’ve been on edge since he took your panties and pleasured you in the bathroom. Loving Austin had given you a new standard in life when it came to sex; once with him was not enough. You needed more of him, always more, and he indulged your cravings as you indulged his. The room fills with the sounds of your moans and cries, and the tears pour endlessly down Austin’s cheeks. He is mad with desire, sobbing beneath you.
“Mama, let me cum! Please! Let me put a baby in you, you look so pretty, wanna give you a baby and suck on your tits and make you cum!” he cries out, filthy words tumbling out of him freely, and you lift up off him before sinking back down, roughly rubbing your clit on him each time. The tight coil of heat that’s been building for hours snaps, and you gush all over him, squirting as his cock rams into your g spot.
“Come on, Baby! Cum for me! You can do it, give me a baby!” You scream, and he cums immediately after, babbling and whining, and reaching for you. He softens inside you and he cries harder.
“Y-yellow… Red… I don’t know Mama, it’s so much, make it stop,” he begs, and you immediately lift off him, and ease his legs back down.
“Plug out too, Baby?” you ask and he nods. You stand up, feeling his cum leak out of you, and you do something you’ve never done before. Leaning down, you caress his face and kiss him.
“Let me carry you,” you whisper. “Put your arms around me.” He does and you lift him easily, getting him out of bed. You carry him to the bathroom, and you set him on the edge of the tub. “I know we already had a shower, but you’re having an epsom salt bath, with petals,” you soothe him and he nods. You fill the tub, and add the salts, and the rose petals.
“Thank you, Mama,” he hums. “Can you take it out please?” He stands up and bends over, turning away from you and you can see his whole body is shaking.
“Of course, Prince, I’m sorry if it seemed like I wasn’t listening,” you soothe him, rubbing his back and his ass as you pull the plug out of him, and he whines, but then sighs in relief.
“Thank you Mama,” he hums, and turns around immediately to hug you. “That was fucking amazing. All night, my whole body was on fire, and I was floating, and there was only you,” he sighs, face buried in your neck.
“Gives you an idea of how I feel about you,” you say softly, and he moves to look into your eyes. He gazes at you, searching your face, then pulls you into a deep, filthy, sweet, all consuming kiss.
“I am so in love with you,” you both say at the same time, and burst out laughing.
“Alright,” you giggle, kissing him briefly once more. “Into the tub, you big sweetie,” you smile and he slides into the hot water, sighing happily. His eyes slide closed, and he reaches for your hand.
“Get in the tub, Mama, my pussy is all full of cum and making a mess,” he purrs, and you shiver at his words. You get in with him, as he asked, and you yelp when he instantly pulls you toward him, rubbing your stomach and nuzzling your chest.
“You’re so good to me, Baby,” you praise him and he smiles proudly.
“I love you. You’re wonderful to me, I’m glad you feel the same way about me, because loving you is all there is,” his voice is soft against your skin.
“Austin, you’re my world,” is all you can say. The love he feels for you leaves you breathless, and knowing that you’re finally loved by someone the same way you love them is a new, but wonderful feeling. “I didn’t know it could be like this, I really didn’t.”
“Neither did I, Mama,” he smiles and kisses your chest.
When you get out of the tub, there will be sheets to check, although you hope you didn’t make a mess this time. There will be things to do, outfits to hang up, things to put away, and bedtime routines before you can lay together for the night. But that could wait a little longer. For now, there was you and Austin. You needed nothing else in the world.
