I wake up in an empty bed. Jeff must have gotten up. There’s some loud knocking on the door. I can hear it open.

But it’s what I hear afterwards which sends me scrambling for clothing, hunting for my clothes and putting them on as fast as humanly possible. I can hear Danny screaming and sobbing, hiccuping.

My baby boy is home. I don’t even bother with a bra or whatever, because nothing can stop from running downstairs. Danny is sobbing quietly into Jeff’s shoulder.

The PI is smiling at the reunion. He looks a little startled by my appearance, but I don’t care. I kiss Danny’s precious little head.

“His grandparents didn’t even want him. They hired two nannies to take care of the baby, but he wouldn’t stop screaming.”

“He has colic,” I tell the PI.

“I can see that.” He smiles a little. “I started talking to some of their creditors, just applying a little pressure, and they cracked like nuts. I think the sleep deprivation got to them.”

“I don’t care why, I just care that the baby is here,” Jeff says. He’s crying a little, reunited with his infant son. They weren’t apart for that long, but I know that every moment was agony for him. “I don’t know what I owe you, but send me the bill. I’ll pay it today. Bonus for the rush service.”

“It was my pleasure,” the PI says before nodding and leaving.

“Who was he?”

“Someone who is very good at his job,” Jeff says.

Danny isn’t crying any longer.

“Are you hungry, baby boy?” I ask. “Let’s see.”

Jeff walks into the kitchen and I start heating up a bottle for our son. When he begins to drink, his eyes slide halfway down. The poor little man has exhausted himself by crying so much. His grandparents may have had a sleepless night, but Danny was so unhappy that I doubt he got as much rest as babies need.

“Let’s put him in his room.”

“How about putting him in our room?”

“Let’s.” I haven’t forgotten about the way that Danny calmed down when he could smell Jeff.

Jeff walks upstairs with a sleepy Danny cradled in his strong arms. I’m grateful that I never had to endure a kidnapping, no matter how much money my dad had. Danny’s grandparents were insane to think that their kidnapping would turn out well. The police might not have been particularly interested, but I wouldn’t be surprised if Jeff pursued them in court. "You should go to bed, too," I tell Jeff. "I'll leave you and Danny alone."

"Stay with me," he whispers, hushed because his son is snoring a little bit. "I want to go to bed where I know both of you are safe."

How could I possibly resist him? I lean over and kiss his cheek. "Give me a few minutes to get ready for bed." I slide out of his room and run downstairs to brush my teeth and wash my face. Once I have my nightgown on, I go up the stairs as quietly as I can. He's waiting for me, clad in a pair of boxers. When I get into his bed, he rests his hand on my hip, spooning me from behind.

"I love you," he says.

"I know."

He spanks me lightly. "Brat."

"I love you, too," I tell him. I feel his bristly chin settle on my shoulder. I wish I could stay like this forever.

***

When I wake up, Jeff is leaning against the headboard, talking on the phone to Marjorie. "Yeah, I know that I cancelled my meetings but..."

He's cut off by a lot of yelling on the other end. I pick Danny up and take him to his own crib. He doesn't need the stress of hearing someone shouting at his dad. Poor little boy. He didn't wake us up once during the night, which means he was really tired. I settled him as gently as I can into his own crib. I kiss his little cheek before closing his door and going back to Jeff's room.

His face is red. He's pinching the bridge of his nose. "Yeah, I know I'm irresponsible..."

Marjorie must be cutting him off again. With Danny in the other room, I get a wicked idea. I crawl on the bed on all fours. I pull the sheet off of him. I unbutton his boxers and take his semi-hard dick out. Then I start to lick him like a lollipop.

Instantly, beads of sweat pop out on his forehead. He motions for me to stop while he's on the phone, but I like the feeling of power with him under my tongue. I can feel his muscles flexing as he forces himself not to thrust into my mouth. His breathing is starting to speed up, so I caress his balls. He's wincing as if he's in pain, but I know it's the effort of holding back.

Marjorie is yelling at him about not speaking, but I don't know if he's capable of speaking at the moment. His eyes are tightly shut. There's a quivering in his thighs which means that he's about to explode.

And then he does explode in my mouth, crying "Elia!"

Marjorie stops berating him. I finish swallowing his come.

"What was that?" Marjorie asks sharply.

"Nothing," he pants. "I think I heard Elia in the other room, that's all."

"You're strangely out of breath," I can hear her say.

"I was just trying to tell her to stop Danny from putting his finger in a light socket," Jeff lies.

"Hmm," Marjorie says.

I roll out of bed to use Jeff's bathroom. When I come back, he's no longer on the phone. Jeff is tying his tie.

“I have to go to work,” he says, pulling me close to kiss me on the mouth. When he finally lets me go, I’m breathless. “I’ll see you tonight.”