“What do you want to do now?” I asked Tiffany. I hadn’t expected my mother to offer to take Austin back to her house, but I was grateful that she had given Tiffany and I some time alone. We needed it. Tiffany shrugged as we walked down the street back to my parents’ house.

“Shit.” I suddenly remembered that I’d left one of Austin’s present from Santa at my house. I would need to go back to get it, so he had it in the morning.

“What’s wrong?” Tiffany asked. I shook my head.

“I forgot one of Austin’s presents at my house,” I told her. “Do you mind if we go and get it? We can hang out at my apartment for a little while.”

She looked at me and smiled.

“That sounds great,” she said. “I could use a nightcap.”

We reached my parents’ house and decided to drive separately to my apartment. Tiffany would leave from there and I would go back to my parents’ house to wake up there with Austin. As I got into my car, I couldn’t erase the smile from my face, even if I tried. I was so excited that everything had gone great with Tiffany and my family. I didn’t expect anything to go wrong, but I knew better than to assume that things would go as planned. Luckily, this time they had.

We got to my house and both got out of our cars. I took Tiffany’s hand again as we walked into my apartment. Her hand felt good wrapped in mine. It was almost as if they fit together perfectly. As we walked into my apartment, I began to turn the lights on.

“I’ll be right back,” I told Tiffany. I wanted to grab the present before I got distracted. I knew that once Tiffany and I were alone that I would want to fuck her. It had been too long, and I was craving her. I went into my room and reached up on the top shelf in the closet. I retrieved the dinosaur toy and took it back out to the kitchen.

“I poured myself a drink,” Tiffany said. She was seated at the bar on a barstool. I thought about going over and bending her over the barstool, but I refrained.

“Good,” I said. I walked over to the bar and poured myself a glass of whiskey. I sipped the liquid, enjoying the warm burn down my throat.

“I hope my mother wasn’t too much,” I said, sitting down next to Tiffany. She shook her head.

“Not at all,” she said. “She is an absolute sweetheart. I can see where you get your personality from.”

I smiled. It wasn’t the first time that I’d heard that I was like my mother. It was something that I’d accepted proudly. My mom was the best. I was glad that I could be compared to her.

“She is happy to see me moving on,” I sipped on my drink. I hadn’t wanted to bring up Layla, but I couldn’t avoid it.

“I was a wreck after Layla died,” I told Tiffany. “My mom was the one who saved me. She picked up the pieces and started watching over Austin. There were days when I didn’t want to get out of bed. She let me sulk in quiet as she watched Austin. Finally, I came out of my emotional coma and was able to go back to work, but if it wasn’t for my mother and her support, I don’t know where Austin and I would be today.”

Everything that I was saying was true. If it weren’t for my mom, I don’t know that I could have pulled myself together to be the dad that I was for Austin. I was lucky to have such a tight family after Layla’s death.

“That’s awesome,” Tiffany said. “I’m glad that you were able to lean on your family after Layla’s death. Can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” I said. “Ask anything.”

She took a sip of her wine before she spoke again.

“Is it weird talking about her?” she asked. “I mean, I don’t want you to feel like you have to talk about her if you’re uncomfortable with it.”

I was quiet for a minute, thinking of how to word my response.

“I’m not uncomfortable talking about it,” I finally said. “I actually want to talk about her, so you can understand my past, but I don’t want to talk about her so much that you’re worried that I’m still not over her. But on the other hand, I don’t know that I’ll ever be over her. I’m not sure that I am supposed to be over her.”

I felt a bit embarrassed, babbling like an idiot, so I quit talking about it.

“I get it,” she said. “I mean, not to compare the loss of your wife to the loss of my father, but I understand where you’re coming from. It’s not that you should ever forget them, but there comes a point in time where you need to let go. It is possible to feel both sadness and happiness about letting go?”

I smiled. She had understood where I was coming from. She realized that I would always love Layla, but also that there was room in my heart to love someone else, like her.

“Thank you,” I said. “I should have realized that with your father’s death, you would probably understand where I was coming from, at least with the loss part.”

She nodded.

“It’s all about being open with each other, right?” she questioned. I couldn’t help but notice as she said that, she failed to look me in my eyes, but I shook it off. I was just looking for reasons to be paranoid. I couldn’t let my wandering thoughts get me in trouble tonight. We were having such a perfect night. There was no reason to ruin it.

“Absolutely,” I said. I raised my glass to hers to cheer her words. She was right. If we wanted this relationship to work, we had to be honest with one another. I vowed to myself right then and there, that I would always be honest with Tiffany going forward. There was no need to lie or hide anything from her. We were both adults moving toward an adult relationship. Plus, there was a child involved. We didn’t need to play games when Austin was part of the equation.

Tiffany took another sip of her wine and smiled at me.

“Really,” she said, “Thank you for inviting me out tonight. It gave me a bit of Christmas cheer. It was nice to feel involved in something Christmas-like for one moment.”

“You’re more than welcome to come to our Christmas lunch tomorrow,” I told her. “My mom would probably have a fit if she knew you were home alone.”

Tiffany shook her head.

“It’s okay,” she said. “I’m actually quite okay with the idea. I’m looking forward to being alone. It may sound lonely to you, but to me, it’s a much better reality than last Christmas. Christmas has never been the same since my dad died. It will never be the same. I’ve finally accepted that. I’ve also accepted the fact that my mother is never going to change, either.”

I felt bad for her, but I knew that she was capable of making her own decisions. If she didn’t want to see her family for Christmas, that was her decision. I also didn’t want to guilt-trip her or force her into coming over for Christmas. She had done enough by coming out with us tonight for the tree lighting ceremony.

“So, what did you end up getting Austin?” she asked. I moved the dinosaur toward her. She probably had no clue what the hot toys were this holiday, but she was staring at one. I’d worked my ass off in order to secure that damn dinosaur for Austin. It would be worth it seeing his reaction on Christmas morning, though.

“This is cute,” she said, spinning the dinosaur around.

“I scoured the internet for this,” I explained to her. “I paid about four times what it was worth, but I couldn’t find one. He has a buddy to match, but I couldn’t find those anywhere. That might have to be a birthday gift.”

“You’re a great father, Cayden,” Tiffany told me. “Most dads wouldn’t go through the trouble, especially single fathers. I know some that just throw gift cards at their kids. They never take the time to get to know them.”

“I’m just trying to do the best that I can,” I told her. It was the truth. I’d to be an outstanding dad to make up for his mom. It was a constant fear of mine. I didn’t want Austin to grow up feeling less loved than he really was.

“You’re doing great,” Tiffany told me. I appreciated hearing that. I worked hard to provide for Austin. While I felt guilty for having my mother watch him when I was at work, I knew that it was the best for both him and me.

“Thanks,” I said. “I just can’t wait to see his reaction to this toy tomorrow morning. I’ll videotape it and send it to you.”

She smiled.

“I would like that,” she said. She poured herself another glass of wine. I was sure she needed it after the stress of meeting my family earlier.

I looked at my watch. It was getting late, but I wasn’t ready to head back to my mom’s yet. I was sure that she was getting Austin into bed. I didn’t want to risk messing that up, plus I was enjoying my alone time with Tiffany.

“Do you want to go watch TV?” I asked her, although I hadn’t intended on doing that. I just wanted to get close to her on the couch and possibly start a little foreplay. I couldn’t help myself around her. She turned me into a horny teenager and I’d to have her.

“Sure,” she said, with a smirk on her face. She knew what I wanted. I hoped that she wanted it, too. We took our drinks into the living room, placing them down on the coffee table. I turned on the TV and searched through the menu until I found a Christmas movie. I put my arm around her and she leaned into me.

“It’s nice to see you outside of work again,” I said. She looked at me and smiled.

“It is,” she said. “I must admit, I did miss you.”

Her admission made me smile. I was glad that she had missed me. I’d missed her, too. Between Austin’s sickness and her odd behavior, there was a time that I wasn’t sure I would see her again. I worried that the fire may have gone cold. Luckily, things were about to heat up again.

I leaned down and kissed her, feeling her pillow-like lips against mine. My cock slowly started to stir as I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her closer to me. She moved against me, returning the kiss by adding some tongue. I slid my hand up her sweater, feeling her breasts. I’d missed those, too. They were perfectly shaped and fit right in the palm of my hand.

I continued to kiss her as I fought with her bra. Finally, I moved back and helped her get her sweater over her head. I unclasped her bra and her tits popped out, delighting the fuck out of me. The woman had no clue how hot she was. I slid the bra off her, tossing it on the ground next to the couch before laying her down and moving above her. I took one of her nipples in my hand and began to lightly twist it. She moaned with pleasure.

“God, that feels good,” she whispered into my ear. I continued to play with her nipple as she softly ground her body against mine. “I need you,” Tiffany told me.