Page 104 of Callow

We got our food.

And her energy returned after eating.

Then, yeah, we had lots of loud sex before curling up under the covers.

“Callow?” Sabrina called, sounding scratchier than before thanks to several rolling orgasms.

“Yeah?” I asked as my fingers drifted through her soft hair.

“Thank you for the best night ever.”

She had no idea that I planned to keep giving her as many ‘best nights ever’ as I could from here on out.

But I couldn’t wait for her to find out.

Sabrina - 7 months

“Moooom,” Daphne groaned when I didn’t step back from the car.

“You gotta let her go,” Callow reminded me. Then, when even that didn’t work, he grabbed my hips and pulled me back onto the sidewalk.

“Thanks,” Daphne said, giving Callow a megawatt smile.

“Drive safe, kid,” he said, wrapping arms around me to give me a comforting squeeze as my kid drove away from me for the first time.

“I don’t like this at all,” I said, heartbeat hammering against my ribcage.

“I know. But we bought her the safest car on the market,” he reminded me, pressing a kiss to my head. “And we have the GPS tracker on. She’s a really good driver.”

“I should have driven with her more.”

“Well, babe, we all decided that was a bad idea,” he said, dangerously close to laughing at me.

And, fine. I was a chronic gasper and forever stabbing my foot into my invisible brake pedal when in the passenger seat. We had all unanimously decided that Callow had the better temperament to teach Daphne to drive. Which he did. Happily. And often. I had nothing to worry about.

But I was a mom.

Worry was my default state.

“I have a surprise to distract you,” he said, waiting for me to turn to look at him.

“What kind of surprise.”

“One the kid and I have been keeping from you for a few weeks now.”

I faked a gasp, pressing a hand to my heart.

“Betrayed by the two people I love most!”

“In the best way possible. I hope,” he said, looking uncharacteristically worried.

Which, yeah, piqued my interest.

“Okay. Do I get any hints?”

“Not one,” he said, reaching down to take my hand and leading me over to his motorcycle.

I had a lot of rules about riding on the bike. Namely, because I was a mom and I had to be there for my kid, so safety was of the utmost importance. So even though I loved the way the wind whipped my hair and my belly bottomed out on curves like a carnival ride, we only took it if we were riding back roads, not the highways where speeds and other drivers made it more dangerous.