Stars Dancing [Dreams-To-Lovers Romance]

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RORY

Rory, if you don't quit that, it'll be over.

Yeah, my mouth was on Sly, and I didn't want to stop. I loved making him crazy 'cuz that's how he made me.

Fuck baby, either do it, or don't, but I can't take this.

That was 'cuz a my hickey on his hip, leaving his cock so lonesome he wanted to die. I kissed my way up his torso.

"Come here, Rory, or I'm gonna pounce on you, and you won't like what happens next."

I laughed at him. He pounced, laughing right back at me.

"You sure you're ready? Nights like this won't be so often anymore."

"I'm ready, Slydar, aren't you?"

He smiled and slid in. Tell me to stop, and I'll stop.

Fuck me the way you want to, Sly. Make me a mommy.

"That's less sexy than you think," he barked.

We couldn't stop laughing then.

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"Hey now, how're we gonna make a baby if we don't do this?"

"Well, I think that drop counted. Think it'll work, Sly?"

"Baby, when have I ever thought that was enough?"

And we finished it, together.

Turned out, that hadn't been enough. Six months later, it still wasn't enough. So, we kept going with work, the skate park, dinner with friends and family, birthday parties for nieces and nephews, and all those little moments of life that add up to months.

Since everyone was busy with kids, we spent less time out with friends and more time taking dinner over for movie nights. Or sometimes it was just plain 'ole baby sitting so the parents could get outta the house for a few hours.

We spent a lot of time around other people's kids, and it didn't stop us from wanting our own. I was twenty-seven to Slydar's twenty-six, and it seemed to be taking longer than we thought to grow from just the two of us into something more. The Obgyneca said to make love every day for a year before deciding medica intervention was warranted, so we set to it. Only, sometimes, that got to be too much pressure.

Keeping track of everything. Always expecting something to come out of it. Repetition became boredom became obsession. It was Helena who got us over all that. Or maybe it was 'ole Auntie Ryst. You want that full story? Okay, here's how it went:

Rhianne and Susette dropped year-old Lena off for a sleepover so they could head to The Cabin for some alone time, and we had fun doing all the things toddlers love to do. After her bath, I was toweling her down when she shrieked, running down the hall cackling, "Nated! Nated! Naaaaayted!" I couldn't stop laughing, and as I hung her towel up, I decided that laughing felt too good to be sad about my childlessness.

Because I wasn't childless was I? No, Lena wasn't 100% mine, but she was still family. As I grabbed her PJs and headed down the hall, the wind picked up outside, and I caught a whiff of my favorite fruit from back home.

Costamelon.

Auntie Ryst.

Obgyneca and a woman who'd never had babies of her own, despite her deep love for children.

It was like I'd flipped a switch in my brain, and I knew that everything was gonna be fine, no matter what happened.

Slydar met me in the hall, Lena in tow, and he nodded at me over her head. I slipped her PJs on, and he kissed my temple in agreement. The two of us laughed with Lena and called her Naked Princess, then read her bedtime stories 'til she fell asleep. Cuddled on the sofa under our favorite blanket, we shopped for princess PJs for the little girl who wasn't technically our niece, but who called us "Auntie" and "Uncle" anyway, and then we made love just because.

Two months later, I was pregnant with Switch, our boy.