Filthy Beautiful Lust (Filthy Beautiful Lies, #3)

Pace

I remove the casserole dish from the oven while Kylie gets Max settled in the new booster seat I bought for the dining room table. I thought about buying a high chair, but the sales clerk insisted this seat with its safety harness would be fine for a one-year old. It seems like it is, and plus now Max can eat at the table with us. Although the voice inside of me points out that this could be the last time they’re over for dinner.

Pushing the dark thoughts aside, I dish up servings of the homemade macaroni and cheese that I once made for Sophie after the death of her sister. Comfort food. It smells great and looks like it turned out well too.

“Wow. Is that homemade?” Kylie asks, peeking over my shoulder as I spoon out a small serving for Max onto a plastic plate. Another of my new purchases. Along with little plastic spoons and sippy cups. Dear God, this has to work. Or I will be left with an entire home of baby items that I don’t need. I’d wanted to get a crib too, and move my office furniture from the guest room to outfit it for Max. I even browsed through a baby furniture catalog at the store last night, but when I realized that if Kylie chooses Elan, I couldn’t handle walking past a nursery every day. It would be a constant reminder that I’d lost them.

“Yes,” I answer stiffly. “It’s homemade.”

“It looks great.” Kylie smiles brightly up at me, and I decide I have no idea how to read her. She seemed angry and detached when she first got here, and now she seems happy to be here with me.

We eat dinner, making occasional small talk, and we mostly watch Max. To say he’s enthusiastic about the macaroni would be an understatement. By the end of the meal, I’m pretty sure he’s not only covered in it, he’s smeared it into his hair and eyebrows.

“The offer still stands for you to use the hose out back to rinse him off,” I joke.

She shakes her head. “Actually, could I use your bathtub again? There’s no way I’m putting him in my car like this.”

“Of course. I’ll start the water if you like.”

“Okay.”

Once again, we leave the dishes abandoned on the table and head into the master bath with a squirming, filthy toddler between us. I feel a routine developing, but then again, I can’t get my hopes up. She could choose Elan, and all of this would be taken from me. It’s not a thought I want to dwell on.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Kylie strips him down to his diaper right there on the bathroom floor, while I fill the tub, making sure the water isn’t too hot.

While we bath him together, my eyes keep wandering over to hers. I want to know what she’s thinking. I want to know where we stand.

A strange sensation washes over me. I want to bare my soul to her, and beg her not to leave. Christ, is this what Colton felt like on the verge of losing Sophie? The feeling is terrifying. It’s free-falling with no net, it’s like being on a roller coaster with no safety harness. No wonder Colt flew coach all the way to Italy when she left. I would cross any mountain, tear down any barrier for a chance to make her mine.

When I catch her watching me too, I decide to take a chance.

“I thought the other night meant something,” I say. “It did for me. I know how rare that was for you, and I want you to know it was for me too.” I didn’t bring women home and I sure as hell didn’t fuck them bareback.

Kylie’s eyes find mine, while her hand rests on Max’s shoulder. While he sits pretty well in the tub, he’s still unpredictable and squirmy. “I thought it was too. It was one of the best nights of my life, but when you left the morning after without saying anything – without even a goodbye kiss, I’d assumed that I imagined the whole thing. I figured I’d imagined the intimacy we shared, the closeness I felt was all just in my head because I wanted it to be there. I wanted to believe you were a reformed playboy.”

“Who I was before became irrelevant the moment I met you. None of those women were worth settling down for.”

“And me and Max…we’re worth it?”

“Most definitely. I would keep you both permanently if I could.”

She opens her mouth like she wants to argue, but she doesn’t. She suddenly closes it and stares straight at me. “Is that what all this baby-proofing was about?”

“Yes. I meant what I said. I want you both to be happy here.”

“I am happy, but…”

“But,” I repeat and give her a playful look. I know she’s about to interject with something about Elan. “No buts, just for tonight. Let’s pretend it’s me, and you, and Max, and no one else.”

“Okay,” she whispers.

After Max is washed from head to toe, Kylie grabs the towel.

“Let me,” I tell her. Fishing him from the tub, I carefully lift his wet, slippery little body, knowing I’m holding something very precious.

After Max is dried and in a fresh diaper, I dress him in one of my T-shirts. The thing falls to his ankles and he thinks it’s hilarious. Kylie does too, they both openly giggle and dance around my bedroom. My home has never been filled with this much laughter. This much love. It stops me in my tracks. I just stand there, holding a wet towel, soaking it all in.

Max heads to the bed, and grabs fistfuls of the duvet cover and begins pulling himself up onto the bed.

“Mumma.” He pats the bed bedside him. “Pa-pa,” he says patting the other side.

His innocent gesture means so much more, but of course he has no way of knowing that.

“It looks like he wants to stay the night again,” I say, watching for Kylie’s reaction. Obviously nothing would make me happier. “What do you say?” The promise of another intimate encounter dances delicately between us. The hungry look in her eyes gives away her desire. “Say yes,” I tell her.

“Yes,” she breathes.

We settle on either side of Max, as he instructed, and I lift the copy of Goodnight Moon from the shelf beside my bed. I hand the book to Kylie, but she shakes her head.

“No, you read it tonight.”

I open to the first page and begin, wondering how long it’s been since I last read a children’s book.