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Chapter Eighteen

"He stayed the night? How was he?"

Howie sighed. "Well he was on something. I'm going to say from the powder on his pants that he was hitting blow."

AJ and I tossed those words around like they were nothing, but hearing Howie say the word 'blow' was weird.

"Where is he now?"

"He had his sponsor pick him up."

"Did he say anything about Rochelle?"

"Just that he fucked up. That's all he kept saying."

I sighed. "Well he's taken the first step."

"But speaking of Ro, Leigh called her this morning."

"And?"

"I really don't think she's going to take him back. It would take a miracle."

I winced. Then I looked around for Liv. She wasn't anywhere around. I lowered my voice.

"Maybe it's just hormones."

"Yeah, I was thinking that too. I'm not dumb enough to say it out loud."

"Well, I know for a fact AJ won't call me. So if you hear from him let me know, okay?"

"I will. He told me he'd call and let me know about Japan. We leave in two weeks, but I don't think it would be beneficial if he's still fucked up."

"I agree. Alright I'll catch ya later."

"Bye, Nick."

"Bye."

I hung up and hopped up on the kitchen counter. My feet hit the cabinet below but I didn't care.

"Any news?" Liv asked as she walked into the kitchen with an empty bottle. She was wearing a pair of pink yoga pants and a dark grey tank top that was stretched across all the right places. From my counter viewpoint, I was at the perfect angle to tell she wasn't wearing a bra.

It took me a second to remember her question.

"Howie took him in last night and AJ called his sponsor this morning. We're waiting on word to see what his next move is."

Livvy put her hands on my bare knees.

"You did the right thing checking up on him this morning," Liv said quietly.

When her hands slid up the legs of my shorts, I had my first clue that she really forgave me.

"I like that tank top," I said, my eyes admiring the round creamy flesh of the tops of her boobs.

"Oh yeah?" she said, tilting her head. Her lips parted slightly.

I brought my fingers up under the strap on her left shoulder and tugged playfully.

"It would look better on the floor, though."

"So would these," she said. She was leaning into me as her hands trailed up and pressed into my pelvic bone, circling all around the area I really wanted her to grab. I leaned forward and drew in her bottom lip with my teeth. In response I got my wish. I felt her fingers wrap around me.

"What are the kids doing?" I whispered.

"Occupied," she managed to say. I didn't need any more detail than that. Cupping her face I probed my tongue into the depths of her mouth. She tasted like spearmint toothpaste. My hands tangled into her hair. I worked my way to her scalp, tugging gently.

Even though the thought of kitchen sex was tempting, I also knew that it probably wasn't the best idea. I slid off the counter, her hands fell from me in the process. With one swoop I had her in my arms.

"Where are we going?" she asked.

"Bedroom," I said.

"Noah's sleeping in the bassinet."

I did an about face towards the stairs.

"Master bedroom."

It had been awhile since both of us had been up to the master bedroom. Even though Liv was walking stairs just fine, we had made our own little new-parent nest downstairs. I set her down gently, enjoying the way she bounced slightly and the husky laugh that escaped from her throat. I slipped off my shorts and tugged at the legs of her yoga pants. First one leg, then the other and just like that the pink pants were heaped on the floor. She wasn't wearing anything underneath.

"Was this planned?" I asked. Liv smiled.

"Would I plan to take advantage of you?" she asked sweetly.

"Absolutely. But you can get away with it every time," I said with a grin.

"Good to know," she said.

Her hands slid down my back; I turned my attention to her tank top. My fingers ran over her taunt nipples through the thin fabric. She let out an appreciative moan. Remembering that her pleasure teasers were currently pulling double-duty as milking stations, I made sure not to squeeze too hard. I had already tasted breast milk once; I didn't want to do it again. After several minutes in which our breathing became loud even to my own ears, my fingers made their way to the bottom of the tank top and I lifted it up and over her head.

"Nick," Liv whispered as my hands pressed against her inner thighs. I saw a moment of hesitation in her eyes.

"We don't have to," I said quietly.

Her nails dug into my back.

"No, I want to."

I studied her face; it was a face I would never get tired of looking at. Gently I rolled over, bringing her up and over me. My fingers danced along the clammy skin at the base of her neck.

"You call the shots," I said. She smiled. Her boobs pressed into my face (yes!) as she leaned over. I heard the sound of the nightstand being opened. I let out a soft laugh as she tore into the condom wrapper. My laughter stopped as she rolled it on my. My hands wrapped around her waist as she took me inside.

I liked this whole 'fight and make-up' sex thing.

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"Just one question," Liv said as I held her in my arms. The early afternoon sun was streaming in through the window and I was pretty sure that we were heading towards the last few moments of peace. I didn't know who would wake up from their nap first, Brooke or Noah, but I almost felt it coming.

"Anything," I said. I planted a kiss on her shoulder. She propped herself up on her elbow.

"What the hell is all over your ass?"

I went blank for just a moment; then I remembered that my ass had become Brian's pictionary board.

"I slept over at Bri's place and he decided to draw all over my ass."

"You two are way too comfortable with each other's bodies," Liv said, trying, but failing, to suppress a smile.

I was about ready to agree when I heard a loud squeal. Liv fell back into her pillow.

"I'll get her," I said, I rolled out of bed. I tried to get out without my artwork being on display again, but I failed. Liv started to laugh loudly.

"Did he use permanent marker?"

"Of course. I've washed my ass like three times a day and it's still not fading."

With Liv's happy, relaxed laughter floating through my ears, I slid my shorts back on and headed to the nursery. Brooke was trying to climb out of the crib.

"What are you doing baby girl?"

"Dada!" she said. She pointed down at the ground. I laughed and scooped her up. The moment I set her down she stood up and teetered around the room. I caught her eyeing the baby gate a couple times.

"You're going to keep mommy and daddy on our toes aren't you?" I asked. She picked up a block, looked at me, and laughed.

I took that as an absolute yes.

I was hard to believe that she was turning one. It was a big milestone...

A milestone that called for a party.

And if there was one thing I did well, it was party.