My Ex-wife, My Destination

Luke’s P. O. V.

I can’t describe how I feel, touching Daisy’s milky soft body after five years. It’s like getting my breath back after so many years. I feel so lucky that this woman is all mine. No one else can feel the softness of her skin except me. I feel an overwhelming satisfaction knowing that Daisy has given me the right to touch her like this.

I’m just about to slip my hand into her undies, and my other hand gently pressing her nipple inside her dress, but Hope’s voice rings out from the living room, pulling us back to reality. “Mommy, I’m hungry!”

Shit! I completely forgot that Hope would be hungry.

I immediately pull away from Daisy. “I’m sorry. It’s just I couldn’t resist myself after seeing you.”

She turns towards me, crimson blooming across her cheeks, making her look adorable. “It’s okay. I can’t resist you either.”

I chuckle at her words. “So we’ll continue this when Hope falls asleep.”

She nods, tucking a few strands of hair behind her ear. “I can’t wait.”

“Feelings are mutual.” I lean in and peck her lips, bringing a smile to her face. “Now you finish preparing the pancakes for Hope. I’m going to check on her.”

“Okay.” She nods before turning her back to me, and I exit the kitchen after glancing at her one last time with a smile on my face.

I feel like I’ve been given a new life after getting a second chance from her.

***

Daisy and I exchange longing glances as Hope sits between us, engrossed in her favourite cartoon on the television. Today, she seems resistant to taking a nap, almost as if she’s purposefully prolonging the moment to make Daisy and me yearn for each other.

My hands are aching to feel the softness of her velvety warm skin. I don’t know how much our daughter will make us wait.

“Hopi, no more cartoons.” Daisy picks up the remote from the side table and turns off the television.

“Mommy, five more minutes.” Hope pouts at her mother.

“No,” Daisy denies, shaking her head. “You have been watching cartoons for two hours. Who will do homework?” she asks, giving Hope a stern look.Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

Hope stares at me with her puppy-dog eyes. “Daddy, please. Five more minutes.”

“Princess, I know you love watching cartoons, but you can’t watch them all day,” I explain, pulling her into my arms. “How about we make a deal? You can have those five minutes after you finish your homework. Deal?”

Hope’s lower lip sticks out in a pout, but she nods reluctantly. “Okay, Daddy. But can I watch my favourite one?”

I smile at her, relieved that she’s agreed. “Of course, baby. After homework, you can watch your favourite cartoon.”

She turns towards Daisy. “Let’s do homework, Mommy.”

“That’s my girl.” Daisy nuzzles her nose against Hope’s, causing her to giggle.

***

Finally, Hope dozes off while doing her homework, and Daisy tucks her into bed properly. I shut the laptop, sighing.

“Finally, I’ll spend some quality time with my ex-wife, my friend with benefits,” I murmur, rising from the sofa.

As Daisy is about to leave the room without looking at me, I rush after her and stop her, holding her hand. “Where do you think you’re going, Daisy?”

“To make coffee,” she answers, glancing at me over her shoulder.

After waiting for so many hours, does she seriously want to drink coffee right now?

I draw her closer to me, snaking my arm around her from behind. “Do you really want to drink coffee right now?”

“Yes, I do.” She tries to remove my hand from her waist. “I have a sudden craving for coffee.”

“Fine.” I pull away from her, withdrawing my hand. “I’m calling my chef to make a cup of coffee for you.”

She turns towards me, trying hard not to smile. “But I want to drink coffee prepared by me, Luke.”

Damn! She is teasing me. Why didn’t I understand earlier?

But to be honest, I’m already loving her playful side. I’m meeting the Daisy I never met before.

I hardly let her talk to me in our married life because I was scared that I would melt and couldn’t punish her. Every time I think about the past, I feel like killing myself and feeling like I don’t deserve her.

However, I can’t drown myself in the past again. I have decided to move on and amend my mistakes. This time, I’ll treat Daisy like a princess instead of trash or a slave. I’ll give her what she truly deserves.

Forgetting about our conversation, I pull her into my embrace, startling her. “Thank you, Daisy.” My grip around her becomes tighter. “Thank you for giving me and our relationship another chance. It means a lot to me.”

She wraps her arms around me, saying in a teasing tone, “Luke, I still haven’t given you a second chance. Remember, we’re just friends.”

I pull apart, chuckling. “Correction, Miss Daisy, we’re not just friends; we’re friends with benefits.”

“Yeah, off course.” She lets out a soft laugh before giving me a serious look, pointing her finger at me. “Don’t you dare misinterpret that I’m dating you.”

“Okay, I won’t.” I give her a meek nod. “Now do you want to drink coffee…” I grasp her arms and yank her to myself before leaning in, “or eat my lips?”

“First coffee.” She smirks.

Still, she wants to tease me. Fine!

“So let’s make coffee together.” I step out of the room, and she follows me.

***

“Luke, I was thinking.” She says, pouring the coffee into two mugs while I lean beside her against the counter, folding my arms across my chest, watching her every move.

As she holds out one mug of coffee to me, I take it, asking, “What?”

She stands, leaning beside me, holding her mug. “I think we’re going too fast,” she begins, fixing her gaze on me. “Luke, I need some time to get over the past.”

“I understand.” I give her hand a squeeze. “Although I’m longing to make you mine again, I’ll wait for the moment when you’re completely ready to give your heart to me again. Take all the time you need.”

Her eyes soften, and she takes a sip of her coffee, nodding. “Thank you, Luke.”

“So it means no more friends with benefits.” I pout at her, stroking the rim of the mug with my finger.

“No, we’re still friends with benefits.” My eyes glint at her words. After taking another sip of her coffee, she adds, “But with some rules.”

“What rules?” I question, curious.

“We’ll only have the benefits of hugging, kissing, and cuddling in our friendship,” she makes herself clear.

“No problem. For now, you’re with me. It’s more than enough for me.” I lean in and capture her lips in a soft kiss.

Truly, right now, her presence is all I need to feel whole and content.