Now

“He's so fucking cute, I can't stand it,'' I whispered just as Bonnie let out a deep sigh, getting our baby boy down for bed. “Let's get out of here before he wakes up.” She nodded in agreement, giving the baby one last look over before walking out of the room towards the living room where we had everything ready for a movie date.

Thirty-three years old, two kids, and happily married, both Bonnie and I had gotten the hang of getting our boys in bed by eight-thirty, letting us get a bit of time together alone before we had to go to bed.

If anyone told me a few years ago that I would get the girl of my dreams, who just so happened to be my best friend, get to marry her and have two freakishly adorable kids too, I would have laughed in their face. I mean seriously, who gets such an amazing life. I'm just blessed.

After our wedding, Bonnie had grown what looked like a watermelon underneath the skin of her stomach and had given birth to the most beautiful little baby boy I had ever seen in my life. Bonnie says that I only say that because he's my actual twin, but I am pretty adorable, so… you know. 

Right after little Benjamin, Bonnie and I took a trip down memory lane and took a weekend trip to the beach house we stayed in once before. Except this time, instead of coming home and breaking up, I got her pregnant again with little Noah.

So here we are, two kids under three years old and loving every second of it.

Especially because once they were down for sleep, they slept the whole night. Which is good because usually, movie night turned into a little something extra for me. If it wasn't a heated make-out session or a good fuck on the couch, Bonnie and I sometimes just talked and goofed around telling all those stories we already know. And of course, the occasional date night where a babysitter was called in so the wife and I could go out for some alone time.

Bonnie, freshly showered with a slight pink tint on her cheeks, smiled when I came over to lay down beside her on our couch. Just as we expected, we spent a lot of time here just simply enjoying each other's company. 

“Shawshank redemption time- I still can't believe you've never seen this movie all the way through. The last forty minutes is the whole point of the movie.”

“I know what happens, he escapes prison.” I shrugged.

Bonnie scoffs and shakes her head, “honey, every detail throughout the movie, makes the ending phenomenal. You have to pay attention and I promise that by the time we finish it, you'll be thanking me.” she smiled, pulling the blanket up to cover us, holding a bowl of chocolate covered pretzels in her lap.

It's sort of hard to concentrate on a movie when I begin to reminisce on how I got to this point. 

There's nothing like the first time you realize you love someone. That feeling of pure joy, butterflies in your stomach- almost to the point of nausea- and a stupid grin on your face that you feel like you can't control.

I still feel like that every day.

*

Then

“Coming out of my cage, and I've been doing just fine. Gotta gotta be down because I want it all. It started out with a kiss, how did it end up like this? It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss. Now I'm falling asleep and she's calling a cab, while he's having a smoke and she's taking a drag-”

“Bonbon!” Bonnie, completely drunk out of her mind, turned to me and stopped her dance moves. “As much as I love that song, after fifty times, it really loses its meaning.”

She rolls her eyes, the glitter on her lids shining under the bright lights of my bedroom as she comes over and pushes me down on the chair. We had gone out for drinks and to a few random bars, ending up back at my place where the party didn't seem to want to end with Bonnie. “Sorry but tonight was everything. That guy who asked for my number was just so funny. You know I haven't gone out on a date in forever and with this new job on Monday I just feel like things are good for once. What was his name? Daniel, I think- he seemed nice right?”

I smiled at her but could feel a small bubble of anger in my stomach. Actually, not anger, jealousy. I don't know why I would be jealous, I shouldn't care about what she does or who she dates. So, I nodded and told her he seemed great.

“Well it's four in the morning, are you going home or should I make the sofa couch?” she looked at the clock near my bed to assure herself it was actually four in the morning and quickly pointed to the couch when she realized it was actually very late. Or early, depending on how you saw it.

She disappeared into the bathroom for a while before re-entering my room a little while later in one of my shirts and a pair of boxers. She had showered and seemed to not be wearing a bra. There it was again, that feeling I've been getting for weeks again every time I saw her. This bubbling sensation in my stomach, like I'm going to throw up...in a good way.

I had begun getting a crush on Bonnie a few years ago, maybe a few months after we had met. The feeling went away whenever I was busy with school or work, but it always came back stronger each time. I knew it wasn't just a crush anymore, but I could see the way she looked at me, and it wasn't the same way I looked at her. I really couldn't lose her as my friend by ruining it with my confession, so I lied to myself and told my heart to shut up.

I had made the couch for her since that's where she usually slept, but when she came into the room, she threw herself on my bed and got comfortable under my sheets. “Someone did laundry.” she teased me. "So domestic."

“Someone better not throw up on my clean sheets.” I began to get onto the couch when Bonnie scoffed, sitting up.

“Harry, come lay down with me.” she patted the spot next to her. I hesitated, especially with the half chub in my shorts, but decided she was probably too drunk to notice. 

Once in bed, I shut off the light and laid down on my back, feeling the heat of her body beside me. What I would do to feel her lips against mine, her body pressed up against me completely naked, and the sound of her moaning my name over and over.

I was brought back to my senses when I felt her arm land over my stomach, and her body getting close to my side. “It's so cold in here,” she mumbled. "You're so warm."

I could have easily stood and turned on the heater I had just gotten recently, but instead, I grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around us as I turned over and pulled her close to me. “It's okay, I'll keep you warm.” 

She mumbled something as she snuggled closer to me, her body smelling like fresh cucumber soap and as soft as silk. This felt right, it felt like it was meant to be. Like we should be here in bed together all the time. What the hell am I waiting for?

It was a long time before I took a deep breath, finally getting the courage to speak. "Bonnie, I think I'm in love with you." Silence. I looked down and gently moved some hair out of her face to feel the steady breathing from her nose on my chest. She had fallen asleep, and I decided to just let her go.

For now.

*

Now

Heavy breaths and a quiet mixture of moans between the two of us under our sheets were where our weekends usually ended after a long day with the kids. A reminder of our love, and a feeling I don't think I'll ever just get accustomed to. The feeling of being able to make your partner orgasm so intensely you have to shut her up and drown out her moans with a pillow- especially if kisses don't do it- really is the best.

“Fuck I'm coming-” a small growl rose from the back of my throat as bonnie wrapped her arms around my shoulders, and her legs around my waist. When I finished, my body collapsed on her. A weight she said she didn't mind crushing her any given day of the week. “Oh fuck, I am sweating.”

“Same- that was perfect.” her gentle tired voice rang in my ear. Her delicate fingers raked through my curls and Bonnie left a kiss on my forehead, signaling to me that I was crushing her a little longer than usual. She giggled as I pulled out of her and reached over to grab a towel to wipe off where I had finished.

After we cleaned up, we laid down together letting sleep take over us. I couldn't help but smile.

“I love you. Thanks... for having sex with me that one time and every time after that.” 

She giggles, playfully slapping my arm. “You're welcome... I guess. I love you too Harry, even when you say weird shit like that.” She leans over and kisses me, laying her head on my chest where I am able to hold her and just thank my lucky stars for our life together.

The end