Okay, stay calm. First rule of your daughter walking in when you’re about to have sex is don’t freak out, just be cool. “Amelia, you’re awake.” My voice is a bit too high-pitched, so I clear my throat to cover it. “Hi, sweetheart.”

She rubs her eyes. “You’re home!”

I grab my shirt, throwing it on quickly and glance down at Jessica, who is doing the same. “I just got here.”

“Where’s Jessica?” she asks.

Jessica pops up, pulling her hair into a tie. “I’m here. Hi, Melia. Did you sleep well?”

Her lips are just the right amount of swollen, and she looks to me nervously, as though I have a clue what to do. This is all new territory for me. The only women who have ever been in this house are my mother and Stella.

“Why were you on the floor?” Melia asks with her head tilted.

“She was having a bad dream,” I explain stupidly.

My very intelligent daughter narrows her eyes. “Did you sleep on the floor?”

Jessica clears her throat. “When I have bad dreams, sometimes I fall off the bed.”

Amelia rushes to Jessica. “Are you okay? I have bad dreams too, and Daddy always helps. I don’t fall off the bed, though.”

Jessica smiles at her and looks to me as I adjust my very uncomfortable erection. “I think I’ll be better soon.”

I sure as fuck hope soon means tonight when I send Amelia somewhere and don’t have to think about anyone walking in when we pick up where we left off.

She hops onto the bed, holding her very worn bear by the neck. “You can have Mr. Snuggles.”

“I can?”

Melia grins. “I got him when I was just a baby, and he keeps all the bad monsters away.”

“Well, I couldn’t take him from you then.”

“We can share him,” she offers.

“That’s very sweet of you,” Jessica says as she taps her on the nose. “I’m finding that my dreams aren’t so bad anymore.”

Amelia looks to me. “Did you help Jessica with her bad dream?”

I want to laugh, but I don’t. “I think so.”

“Maybe Jessica should sleep in my room, and you can chase the monsters away for her at night.”

My sweet kid has no idea what I want to do to Jessica at night.

I change the conversation, thinking of anything other than Jessica, a bed, kissing, or breathing as I keep a pillow very strategically placed.

“Why don’t you head downstairs and see what I left on the counter,” I suggest.

Amelia’s eyes pop wide. “Did you bring me a present?”

“Uncle Alex sent something for you from Savannah, but there’s also something you may want to eat.”

“Donuts?”

I grin. “You will have to go find out.”