26
Sofia
I looked at myself in the mirror and approved of the dress I’d thrown on. It was blush pink, with little straps and a short length. I wore white heels on my feet, looking like a spring rose in the heat of summer. I curled my hair and pinned it over one shoulder. My lips were painted the same color as my dress, and I went a little crazy with the mascara.
“What do you think?”
Andrew sat in his car seat and just stared.
“Good enough for me.” I pulled out my phone and called Hades.
He took the call on the first ring, just the way he used to. It was nice to revisit old times. “Sofia.” He no longer spoke with attitude and coldness. His voice wasn’t blanketed with affection, but it was a major improvement.
“Are you free tonight?”
He paused before he answered. “Depends. What do you have in mind?”
“I thought Andrew and I could come over for dinner.” I basically invited myself over, but since I lived with my mom, it was a little awkward to invite him here. Besides, I viewed that place as my home. I wanted to move in as soon as possible.
“Alright.”
I could tell he was still on guard, letting me in but only a little bit. “We’ll be there in fifteen minutes.” I glanced at the baby bag on the bed. It was full of bottles and diapers and a change of clothes, but it also had some of my things inside…because I hoped to spend the night.
He hung up.
I grabbed Andrew, and we headed downstairs.
My mom met me by the front door and looked me up and down like a guy checking me out. “Wow, look at you. I hope you’re putting that dress to good use. And not on the street corner.”
I rolled my eyes. “We’re having dinner with Hades.”
“Ooh…” She put one hand on her hip. “Operation: Get your husband back.”
“Pretty much.”
“Well, I hope I don’t see you two until tomorrow morning.” She started to walk away. “In my experience, if you want to get a guy to stay, give him a good blow job.”
I quickly turned around and gave her an incredulous look. “Mom?”
“What?” she asked innocently. “I want all of us to live together again as soon as possible. I would give him a blow job…but I don’t think he’d like it.”
We sat together at the table inside and enjoyed the dinner Helena prepared for us. Andrew was too young to sit in a highchair, so I held him with one arm and breastfed him while I took a few bites of my food. One strap was pulled over my shoulder so my breast was free. It wasn’t the most elegant look for dinner, but since Hades was the father, it was no big deal.
Hades stared at me as I fed Andrew, his eyes focused on my exposed tit. He continued to eat without watching what he was doing, so transfixed on our son having dinner. He’d been giving me heated looks all night.
Must like the dress.
When my nipple really started to ache, I switched Andrew to the other breast and left both my tits exposed.
Hades picked up his fork and tried to place the food in his mouth, but he was so focused on us that he accidentally stabbed his piece of chicken into his face. He flinched at the contact and quickly placed the food where it belonged.
I smiled because it was the first time I’d seen Hades be uncoordinated. “He does this pretty much all day, and then I also have to pump.” My tits were so much larger than they used to be, and they were swollen and achy all the time.
“It’s hot…”
“Yeah?”
He nodded. “Watching you feed our son with your tits hanging out like that…it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Must be an evolutionary thing.”
“Yeah, must be.” I held Andrew close to my chest and continued to eat my dinner. “How was your day?”
He shrugged. “Fine.”
“That’s all you’re gonna give me?”
“My job is not that interesting.”
“You’re a drug dealer. There are movies and TV shows about it.”
He shook his head slightly. “They never get it right.”
I didn’t want to tell Hades what to do, but I hoped he would leave the business on his own. I hoped he would understand we couldn’t take any more risks now that we had a son. But our relationship was too raw right now, so I wouldn’t dare say anything. “And the bank?”
“That job really is boring.”
“I hope you and Damien are getting along better now.”
Now that his plate was clean because he’d eaten everything, Hades leaned back in his chair and stared at the two of us. “I had to buy him a new computer.”
“Why?”
“Because I broke everything in his office when I lost my shit.”
I cupped Andrew’s head with my other hand and kept him close. “That was nice of you.”
“I just wanted him to shut the fuck up.”
“Now that you know Damien was never really interested in me and Maddox is gone, maybe the two of you can bury the hatchet and move on…”
His eyes held a dead expression, like there was no possibility that could ever happen.
I didn’t want to provoke his anger when I was trying to repair the rift between us, so I let the conversation die. “My mother misses you. She wants us to get back together so she can live with us again.”
He took a drink of his wine then licked his lips. “She’s still a package deal, huh?”
“No…but it would be nice if she could watch Andrew while I’m at work.”
All he gave was a slight nod.
“On the way out, she basically called me a hooker because of this dress.”
His eyes looked me over. “I like that dress. A lot.”
“I guess she has good taste. She also told me the best way to get a man is to give him a blow job.”
His expression didn’t change, but his eyes narrowed slightly. “She’s a lot smarter than I realized…”
Hades lay beside me in bed, with Andrew sleeping on his chest. Our baby was so small in comparison to Hades’s large physique. Together, they breathed at the same rate, like Andrew was copying his father.
I was in Hades’s t-shirt beside him, my hand resting around his bicep. The three of us were cuddled close together, snuggling like a family. I almost wanted to cry because this was exactly what I wanted.
I pressed a kiss to his shoulder and rested my face in the crook of his neck. “I love you.” He told me he didn’t love me anymore, and I’d believed him at the time, but now I wondered if that had ever been true.
Could a love like ours just stop?
He didn’t say anything back. The silence stretched on for a long time, never-ending. He eventually turned his lips to my forehead and pressed a kiss there. That was the only reaction he gave me.
I tried not to be wounded by his rejection, but that was difficult. I missed being loved by this man so much. But I told myself to be patient, that it would happen eventually. I remained still and kept my breathing even so he wouldn’t sense the hurt in my quiet sigh.