agnelo
Now we're in the bathroom, after a round of delicious sex killing the longing, we're taking a shower together. I don't stop kissing Olivia for a second, I'm afraid of taking my hands and lips away from her and she'll disappear, or even that I'll wake up from some daydream. With her beautiful hands she turns off the shower, I know she's exhausted, I've soaked up a lot of her energy today.
Outside the shower she bends down in a mini closet and offers me a towel, I take it and dry myself, with my eyes attentive to her every move, I see her dry her beautiful body looking into my eyes. I imagine how her head must be confused, mine is too and there's still something I need to do, which I'm desperate for, is to meet my son.
Once dry and dressed, Olivia combs her hair while I'm standing at the bathroom door, after which she takes my hand and pulls me towards a blue door full of drawn animals and with the name Otto written in the shape of animals too.
"He's sleeping, but I don't want to wait for you to at least look at him, sure he's your son." Olivia speaks and opens the door slowly.
We walk together to the small bed, the details of the room now invisible considering the one little thing that catches my eye. When she turns on the small children's lamp, the light reflects on the angelic face of the boy I saw in the supermarket. If there is a prettier child, I don't know, he is beautiful.
Words are impossible to describe the emotion I feel when looking at the sleeping boy, so much like me, and knowing that he is mine. Fuck, I'm a father. I kneel on the edge of the bed and stroke her innocent face and straight hair. It's a feeling so strong that it hurts, my tears don't ask for permission and flow non-stop, I take a deep breath several times trying to hold it, but the emotion is indescribable.
"My little boy." I whisper running my hand over her face. Slowly I approach and place a kiss on his forehead, at that moment he seems to smile with something in a dream.
My heart warms with love, it's just beautiful, a feeling that can't be described. So I spend several minutes just there, kneeling watching over MY SON's sleep. My son... Who knew. I smile when I see that he is wearing a teddy bear outfit, Olivia must have been an excellent mother to him. Should not, I'm sure she is.
"He sleeps peacefully through the night. Tomorrow morning you can see him." His soft voice catches my attention.
"So, can I sleep here?" I ask afraid of the answer. Despite everything, I am still afraid that she will reject me or change her mind.
"Clear." She smile.
I leave one last kiss on the little boy lying here, Olivia follows the same path as me, approaches and kisses our son. I turn off the lamp and we leave the room, next door there is another door, this one is white and there is nothing drawn. It's her room here, very refined and organized by the way.
"Let's go to sleep, I'm really tired..." She says yawning.
"You are beautiful." I only speak and kiss your lips. "Promise it's not a dream? It hasn't sunk in yet." I confess.
"I promise, honey. It's not a dream." She talks and smiles.
Then we lay down glued to each other, I hug her body next to mine and intertwine my legs with hers, I want to feel that body for the rest of my life.
"I can't breathe right." She speaks and I realize my size for hers, it really is too heavy.
"It's just in case you want to run away." Admit.
"Escape where?" She asks laughing.
In the midst of laughing and joking, we ended up falling asleep. That night I dreamed that I was waiting for her at the altar and she walked in like a wonderful goddess, the most beautiful and hottest woman in the whole world. In the dream itself I remembered the day I told Julian, on his wedding day, that I would never do that, and here I am, falling in love with a woman, even capable of licking the ground she walks on.
I open my eyes in a fright, I literally fall out of bed, when I return my senses to the place, I get up from the floor and I don't see Olivia. Fuck, now all that's left is to have really been a dream. I walk out the bedroom door and immediately smell the yummy smell of coffee, along with a graceful voice filling my ears.
"Mom, I dreamed." My little boy speaks to Olivia. I watch from afar as he sits in a high chair as she paces back and forth in the kitchen.
"And what did you dream about love?" I smile looking at the most beautiful scene of my life.
"With a very big man. He said he was my father. I wish I had a daddy..." At the same time that I see Olivia tense and sad, my heart also hurts.
It was truly cruel of her to deprive us of being father and son.
"Good morning!" I approach smiling.
"Hey, good morning." Olivia speaks with fear and soon takes the boy in her lap.
"Mom, it was him…" I hear him whisper softly to Olivia.
"Baby, let mommy tell you, remember when I told you about your daddy?" She speaks softly.
"Yes, I said his name was Agnelo and he was an idiot, but I wasn't supposed to say that word." My eyes widen at the audacity of this woman to say such a thing to my son.
"And do you want to meet your daddy?" She asks.
"Yes!!!" The boy exclaims excitedly and my eyes fill with tears.
"There he is. That's your father." She walks towards me with the boy in her arms, in her small eyes there is an incredible shine of curiosity and happiness.
"Hi buddy." I speak smiling and I extend my arms to catch him, he opens them for me and comes to my lap.
"Hey." He's still shy but I'll make him comfortable in a bit. I give Olivia a look that I'm going to have a private moment with him and she nods.
"Now you know I'm your father, don't you?" He nods.
"You're the guy from the supermarket." He speaks.
"Your mother and I were away from each other for some time, I had made her sad, but then when I finally found her, I found out that I had you. I was so happy, you are the most beautiful child I have ever seen in my life. life. Now it's okay, I apologized to her and in a while, you're going to have a little brother or sister." I speak softly and he listens carefully, but when I talk about a little brother he opens his eyes and smiles happily.
"Yay! I want a little brother!" He speaks excitedly.
"Son." I call and he looks at me. "Is happy?" I inquire.
"Very very." My heart almost explodes with love. He gets up and climbs into my lap giving me a hug.
"Daddy..." He speaks softly and caresses my face. At that moment my face is already a river and tears of emotion dominate me for good.
"I love you, my son." I say and kiss her cheek.
"Don't cry, Daddy." He wipes away my tears and lays his head back on my chest.
I don't want to let go of this little one ever again. While I try to make up for lost time playing, hugging and feeding Otto, I talk every moment in my mind: My God, thank you for putting Olivia in my life and through her showing me what true love is, and that yes, we can be happy after a disappointment. Along with her love came my boy's love, what a good thing life has given me. Even though I never deserved anything, I won twice, two prizes that surpass the lottery millions of times.