I remember that conversation clear as day; we took a trip to Tokyo, Japan, for Cora’s birthday and we walked around Ueno Park. Gia snapped pictures of a family and she asked me if I wanted kids soon. I told her no, not right now, maybe in the next ten years, and she agreed to it. She said she thinks she wouldn’t be a good ma because she never had a role model in her life.

“I’m not mad or hate you. I think you interpreted what I said wrong. I didn’t want to have kids right now because I’m a greedy bastard, and I want you all to myself. But I’m fucking happy you are carrying my child.” I stroke her right arm.

“Really?” She smiles through her tears and I nod. “Well, thank God.” She finishes the small pickle, and I cup her cheeks, staring into her eyes. This beautiful woman is carrying my child.

“How far along are you?” I give her Eskimo kisses and a huge smile spreads across her face.

“Two months. When I did my yearly pap smear my doctor told me I was pregnant,” she murmurs. My mouth attacks hers, I kiss her senseless, and my dick grows so hard that it aches. Pulling away, I bend, pull her yellow tank top up, and kiss her hard belly before straightening and pulling her into my arms.

“I love you, Rainbow.” I place my lips on her neck.

“I love you, too, Wolf,” she moans.

She’s everything I want and need. Our life might not be perfect, but it’s ours, and I enjoy every second of it. She helps me fight my demons every day and loves me unconditionally. And that wakes me up every morning. I got the woman I’ve been dreaming about for almost a decade. And it feels fan-fucking-tastic.

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Sadie

Thump, thump, thump, thump.

My heart goes haywires in my chest and is ready to splatter against my ribcage.

Where is it?

Where is it?

Where is my fucking diary?

I yank the oak desk drawer open, pulling out paperwork. My skin burns. Burns to the point I want to rip off my sea-green romper and lacy bra and panties. Burns to the point that I want to rip my flesh off my bones. Anxiety chews on the inside of my gut. I’ve hated small, crowded rooms ever since I was a little girl, and this tiny room feels like I’m in a cramped closet. The pale white walls make my flesh crawl. I need to get the hell out of here, but I need to find my diary. It has everything in it. A list of sex poems I wrote.

My bucket lists.

Events that are supposed to happen in the next month or so.