Just ordinary time together.

But yes, even though Sarah was really in the mood and we were having an amazing time, she’s still human at the end of the day. Or until 4:40 pm. By then she was exhausted and blacking out for way longer after every orgasm.

Not to mention that, after hours of sex, my room needed some… um… cleaning and airing out. We allowed ourselves to cuddle and enjoy the afterglow for a while before we got out of bed.

I told Sarah she could take a shower if she wanted and she accepted. Meanwhile, I opened the window and threw my bed sheets in the wash. Couldn’t help but wonder if there was a… magical way to get this done faster.

I went back to my room and started making the bed with fresh sheets, but Sarah came back before I was done.

“You take really quick showers,” I noted.

“Unless you’re in there with me, yeah. I love baths, though.”

She was dressed in the same clothes she wore when coming here, as we’d set them neatly aside before getting all sweaty. And speaking of…

“You need a shower, too,” Sarah said, coming up to me and sniffing my armpit. “You stink.” Despite saying that, she stayed closed, putting a hand on my chest as she started kissing up my shoulder towards my neck.

“Stop that or we’re gonna start again,” I warned her, feeling my dick starting to get hard again.

“I wouldn’t mind…” Sarah sighed. “But yeah, I might actually become stupid if you make me come more. I’d need backup.”

I went back to making my bed, Sarah wordlessly stepping in to help. Took a shower after that, then got dressed and went downstairs to see Sarah with Cake and the dogs in the living room. Cake was sitting next to Sarah on the couch while she dragged a long rope for Mint and Chip to chase.

“Having pets seems fun,” Sarah said.

“Really? Never had one?”

“Not because we don’t want to. Dad’s allergic to cats, mom’s allergic to dogs.”

“Oh, wow, that’s…”

“Yeah, it sucks,” Sarah said, chuckling.

I sat down with her and Cake immediately moved to my lap. I started scratching around her neck while Sarah leaned her head on my shoulder.

“How are you feeling?” I asked her.

“Like a million bucks,” she said, sighing happily. “I needed that, and it really did feel better than usual, which is saying a lot. Glad I don’t feel like that every day or I’d actually become a nympho.”

“Ready for tomorrow, then?”

“I don’t know.” Sarah groaned. “I’m nervous as shit. Like, the kids like you already, and they always ask when you’re coming over, but now that they understand what’s going on… I don’t want them to feel like I’m choosing you over them.”

“Have your parents talked to them?”

“Obviously,” Sarah said. “They tell them I would’ve had to leave for university anyway, even if not with you, but I guess in their minds you’re still the one stealing me away.”

“Your siblings love you so much. You’re pretty lucky,” I teased her.

“They’re a bunch of spoiled brats. But… yeah.”

“I promise to do everything I can. Your family means a lot to me, too.”

“I know. Just… don’t take it personally if it doesn’t work out. They’ll understand eventually.”

“I hope so, but still. Are you staying for dinner?”

“Can I?”

“Always.”

“Are you cooking?”

“It’s my turn, yeah. In fact, I better get started.” I looked down at Cake. “And you, don’t think I forgot about your reward.”

We went to the kitchen, with Cake following behind with quick steps. I got a frozen salmon fillet out of the freezer and threw it on some room-temperature water to defrost it. Cake was meowing loudly.

“She’s getting impatient,” Sarah said, smirking. “She really is weirdly smart.”

“No, she recognizes it. I give her some salmon every once in a while. She loves it.”

Sarah chuckled. “You’ll be a great dad, babe.”

“And I keep telling everyone that a cat and a real human being are different. I don’t know what I’m gonna do when I have to talk to my kids about where babies come from, I don’t know how I’ll help them if they get bullied at school, or how I’ll deal with rebellious phases…”

“If it makes you feel better, my parents have four of us and they still struggle with that shit. Look at Cole. My dad says it’s better to just give them some space.”

“And then I’ll worry about what they’re doing with the space I give them. I’m terrified of being a helicopter parent, but I think that’s where I’m most likely to go.”

“Why do you make it sound like you’ll be raising kids on your own? There’s gonna be at least seven of us, you know?”

I sighed. “I don’t want to talk about it. I’m not against having kids, but this is WAY too early to even consider it.”

“Come on, it’s just fantasizing for now. Actually… How do you imagine Cake will act when we come home with a baby?”

I blinked and looked down at the cat, who was sitting by my feet looking like she wanted with all her might to jump on the counter. She wouldn’t, though. She knew it was forbidden.

“You wouldn’t get jealous of a little baby, would you?” I asked her. She just stared up at me. “Oh, God, you totally would.”

I started on dinner while talking with Sarah about random things. Mom was home by 6:00 pm and we ate together. Sarah had to leave before Isabelle go home.

…

We were all used to parting ways. It was natural, after all. Even after hanging out for a long time, we each had to go back to our homes. Soon, though, we’d all be going back to the same house. No more looking at their backs as they left, hoping we’d see each other again soon. No, soon we’d be parting ways while knowing we’d see each other again by the end of the day.

Really looking forward to that.

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