I wake up before Elisabeth. Her arms are wrapped around me, and her big breasts are pressed against my chest. I consider waking up to cook breakfast for everyone, but it feels too good to let go of her.

“Mom! Mom!”

Elisabeth’s eyes snap open, and she nearly jumps out of bed.

She looks down at me and says, “Mom instincts.”

“I’ll help you,” I say.

We both get dressed and go help Noah get ready.

We help him brush his teeth and wash his face. We get him dressed, and I offer to cook breakfast.

While I’m cooking, the front door opens, and Jane strolls in.

“Late night?” I ask.

She grins wide at me. “Amazing night. What about you two?”

I give her a look that says I’m not telling her shit. If Elisabeth wants to kiss and tell, she’s free to do so. But I’m keeping my mouth shut.

“You want sausages?” I ask.

She licks her lip. “I already got a big one last night.”

“Sausages are breakfast food,” Noah says. “And orange juice.”

Jane laughs.

“That’s T.M.I., Jane,” Elisabeth says.

She looks at me, and then at Elisabeth. “I guess neither of you are going to talk, but since Jack is still here, it means--”

“Dad had a sleepover,” Noah says.

“Maybe he’ll sleep over a lot more,” Jane says, bending down and ruffling Noah’s hair. “What do you think, Jack?”

“Uh,” I say, flipping over the sausages. “Whatever Elisabeth wants.”

No way am I risking Elisabeth getting mad at me for getting presumptuous. My balls are so pleasantly drained--everything feels fucking perfect. There’s no way I’m risking ruining any of it by running my mouth right now. Let the two sisters jab at each other. I’ll stay neutral.

Once breakfast is cooked and ready, we all sit down together to eat.

“This is really good cooking, Jack,” Jane says, smiling. “You didn’t tell me he could cook, Liz.”

Elisabeth blushes and looks down. “I didn’t know he could either.”

I take her hand across the table. “We’ve both got a lot of catching up to do, but it will be fun.”

Elisabeth smiles.

“Can we sled today, Mom?” Noah asks.

“I don’t know,” she says. “Ask your Dad.”

“Me?” I ask, pointing to my chest like an idiot. “It’s up to me, huh? Sure, we can go sledding, buddy. We can go...right now!”

I jump up from the table. “Let’s get your sled!”

“We’ve got Noah’s plastic sled,” Elisabeth says. “And a grown-up sled that I never use.”

“A grown-up sled, huh?” I ask. “That sounds like it’s got my name written all over it.”

“There’s no writing on it,” Noah says. “We can write your name on it, though, if you want.”

We walk from the apartment building to a nearby park with a decent sized hill. It’s covered in fresh, powdery snow that fell overnight.

“Looks like a perfect hill to tear into, huh?” I say, setting both sleds onto the ground.

“This hill is a bit steeper than what Noah is used to,” Elisabeth says.

“Well, he’s getting older, bigger, stronger,” I say, “Right Noah? You can handle this hill.”

“I’m not scared,” Noah says, sounding very scared.

“Of course you’re not,” I say. “You’re going down with me the first time.”

Noah looks up at me, then at Elisabeth, and then at Jane.

“Go on,” Elisabeth says.

I help Noah onto the wooden grown-up sled, and then I get on behind him. My legs go past his, and my feet settle into the feet steer.

“You ready?” I ask.

“Need a push?” Elisabeth asks.

I look back at her and nod. I could go for a running start, but with Noah in front of me, it doesn’t feel like a good idea.

Elisabeth puts her hand on my shoulders, and she starts to push. “You’re so heavy.”

“That’s Noah, not me,” I say.

She pushes until we finally hit the downslope, and the sled starts to pick up speed. Noah cheers, and I keep a hand tight on his waist just in case I’m not as good of a sledder as I think I am. The hill isn’t really that big, though, so I manage to keep the sled going straight, and just as we start to really get going fast, the hill evens out, and we coast slowly to a smooth stop.

Noah jumps up off the sled, falls into the snow and jumps back to his feet again. “Let’s go again!”

I take him down the hill five or six more times while Elisabeth and Jane watch. When he finally seems ready to take a rest, Elisabeth walks up to me with a big smile. “My turn.”

I laugh. “Both of us on that sled?”

“Are you saying I’m big?” she asks.

A trap. I have to let her on the sled now.

“Alright,” I say. “You get on first. Since you don’t weigh a thing, Jane will be able to push us.”

Jane laughs. “You’re smooth as ice, Jack. You know all the right things to say, huh?”

“Mom and Dad are gonna sled together?” Noah says. “I’ll help push, Aunt Jane.”

“Sure,” Jane says. I’ll push them, and you push me for some extra speed. We want them to go really fast, right?”

“Yeah!” Noah says.

I get on the sled behind Elisabeth, but when I go for the feet steers, Elisabeth kicks my shin. “No, I’m steering!”

“What am I supposed to do with my legs?” I ask.

“Just hold them up!” she says.

I hold my legs awkwardly out to the sides, hovering above the snow, while Elisabeth hogs the steers.

“This is going to be a disaster,” Jane says, stifling laughter.

“Alright,” I say. “Give me a minute to figure out--”

Jane’s palms dig into my back, and we start moving fast.

Before I know it, we’re going down the hill with a serious running start. With the extra weight from Elisabeth added on--not that I’d acknowledge it aloud--we cruise down the hill with serious acceleration.

By the time we’re halfway down, the wind is whipping past my ears even with Elisabeth in front. Just as I think we’ve survived, Elisabeth slams the steers.

We cut a fast 90-degree turn, and since I’m in back and further out from the center of gravity, I feel myself start to tip over and off the sled. I dig one of my heels down into the snow for stability, but the sled--and Elisabeth--go on without me. I’m ripped off the sled, and I hit the snow ass first, then I slide another 10 feet or so before I grind to a halt.

When I finally look down the hill, I see Elisabeth flashing me a double thumbs up from the bottom of the hill.

I look back up at Noah and Jane, and Noah is jumping up and down in excitement.

Elisabeth starts running back up the hill toward me, and I lay on my ass, pretending I’m really down hard.

By the time I see her face as she approaches, she looks really worried.

I jump to my feet, just long enough to gain some air, and I slam into the snow like a torpedo. The jump gives me enough speed to slide down, right into Elisabeth’s legs.

I see her freeze in confusion as I hit her legs, and then I dig my heels in, stopping myself just below her.

I catch her in my arms as she topples and falls.

“We’re even now,” I say.

She laughs, hard, for a good 10 seconds, then looks at me with tears in her eyes. “I’m such a bitch, oh my God! I made you spill out for real, and even when you get revenge on me, you catch me?”

I press my lips against her, rolling on top of her. I kiss her until she shuts the hell up. I’m not mad at all; if anything, that was some of the most fun and intense sledding I’ve experienced. And now I’ve got her on the ground with me.

I slide my tongue deep into her mouth, and then I bite at her lips, I--

“Mom!” Noah’s voice yells.

I look up, and I see Noah’s plastic sled slowly sliding past ours. I get one good look at his eyes bulging wide as he slides past us.

“I’m gonna go help him back up the hill,” I say, smiling, “We can pick this up again later tonight.”

Her beautiful fucking eyes look glassy as she stares up at me, and she nods in agreement.