As if all that weren’t enough we linger in a bookstore for hours then leave with far too many books. We go see movies together then talk for hours in the coffee shop about the movie we saw or about his favorite movie or anything at all. The man who used to live to work is no longer, he’s still working ten hours a day and there are times at night when he goes back to his laptop at home but he’s no longer always on.

I’m still a little shocked at how comfortable we both are in my small condo. He does like to spend time on my balcony. We’ve managed to get matching chairs for it where we spend time reading or working on our laptops. Leo doesn’t even mind about not having a dining table. For dinner he’s content on the couch but he’s also spread out a blanket and we’ve eaten on the floor in a repeat of that day in the hotel, complete with me eating naked. Felix isn’t his friend just yet but at least he’s no longer the enemy. Maxi adores Leo and I melt when I see how he plays with her and cuddles her.

The lone moment of contention comes when he suggests going to watch the Cubs play. In that moment I was stunned. Leo liked baseball? Then I was sad, because he liked the Cubs and I was raised on the White Sox. The debate lasts long into the night, we never make it to the game. Instead we wind up in bed after a very hot attempt to top one another to prove which team was best. We call it a draw when the haze clears without remembering what it was exactly we were fighting over.

I think that’s the best part of all. We don’t fight, at all. Leo doesn’t get angry, he never seems to get frustrated or annoyed at me or Maxi or even Felix. Even when he’s mad at work or frustrated at work it’s because of work and he never takes it out on me. Gone are the days of the slamming door or him saying fuck twenty times a day. His office door is open, unless I’m in his office with him. Yes, our lunch usually ends with my idea of the best dessert ever, his cock in my mouth or in Leo’s idea of the best dessert, his mouth on my pussy. It isn’t every day, sadly, but if it isn’t it’s usually because the night before or the morning was too intense.