Thirty-one

A faint sound pierces through the fog in my skull. “Sleepyhead, you missed the girls.” The familiar voice floats in my head, it takes soft lips pressing to mine in a chaste kiss for my brain to jumpstart into action. My eyes flutter open to brown ones, El smiles and my thoughts fade. I want this daily. “Good morning.” 

“Morning, baby.” My palms automatically find her breasts, she releases a soft moan when I touch them. Prying my hands off her, she pouts. I sit up, my movements are a bit slow but the smile never leaves her lips. I yawn. “What’s the time?” She tells me and the rest of the sleep vanishes. Shit. “What of the girls?”

“Gone.”

“Gone?” She nods. Shame courses through me, my fist connects with my temple until she snatches my hand. Her disapproving pout does nothing to make me feel less of an idiot. “I’m such a terrible father.”

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