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Love never fails.

It's patient.

Kind.

Fun.

Sometimes chaotic.

And, sometimes, it can be difficult.

"Jaylan, you have to hold still." I try holding him in place while dabbing antiseptic with a cotton ball on his scratched knuckle.

"It burns." He hisses

Softly smacking my lips, I place the cotton ball down and snap open the emergency first aid kit I had in my purse.

"It will go away in a couple of seconds," I assure as I shake the ice pack and break it. Jaylan faintly smiles as eyes travel down to my mangoes that shake through my shirt, so I cover them with the ice pack to block his view.

Oh, novio.

Jaylan playfully whimpers with his lip poking out, showing his barely scraped tattooed knuckles like Clifford hurt his paw. He is going to be a piece of work if we ever have to take care of any kids.

Oh no! Oh no!!!!

"Did I just say that out loud?" I gasp.

Jaylan's eyebrows lift. "Say what out loud?"

"Nothing." I squeak.

My eyes stretch wide as I place the ice pack on Jaylan's hand.

This is all Maxine's fault because last night she was showing me these cute mommy and daughter dates she wants to do with Noelle. It got me thinking of the outfits I would want to do with my daughter and-

"Ouch!" Jaylan winces.

"Lo Siento." I rub his hand softly.

He rests his head on my tummy as I gently rub his head. "It has to stay for ten minutes, Jaylan."

Poor Jaylan.

"I promise it's not that bad," he pleads, squinting his eyes.

"Jaylan, you don't want to miss the NBA camp, do you?" I say firmly.

He bumps his hand over my tummy. "No," he says softly.

Rubbing his back, he shuts his eyes. "I'm sorry, Lizzie," he apologizes for the hundredth time since leaving Uncle Steve and Aunt Lisa's house.

"Don't be" I assure.

Today was really supposed to be special for him and ended up being a disaster. I know Aunt Lisa is really sad and even Señora Valerie and Señor Wes because they wanted this time to reconnect and be a family.

I actually had to drive up here because all Jaylan did was cry, which he had every right to do. All he ever wanted was his dad to love him and be there for him at the most vital part in his life when he lost his mom. Only for PJ to give nothing but crumbles of potential affection and love for Jaylan to eat. Jaylan's eyes are still brown, almost amber like from the situation.

I was busy helping Aunt Lisa clean up inside, talking to her about Mamá getting engaged when the sound of shattered glass caused me to tense up. The shouts made us stop to see what was going on. It was so scary to see Jaylan so angry but his anger was out of pain.

Witnessing the painful interaction tonight angered and hurt me. The way Jaylan was treated tonight from PJ was nothing but out of selfishness. It hurt me to see him have to end his relationship for good. Given the amount of people that supported Jaylan in those final moments, I know he will be okay.

"You think the hole is that big?" Jaylan sheepishly smiles.

The hole actually broke through both walls and is now exposing the pipes big. "It's pretty big, Jaylan."

I really felt bad for Aunt Lisa too because she wanted nothing but perfection and healing, only left to be heartbroken from what she felt like it was her fault. She said goodbye to us quietly, helping clean up Uncle Steve and the shattered glass of the picture frame of Jaylan, Miss Evelyn, and PJ.

"Is ten minutes up?" Jaylan groans.

Holding my phone and showing him six minutes, he sighs and presses his fingers into my tummy. My shirt rises a bit and his beard runs across my tummy, sending chills up my spine. Even though I don't want to address the elephant in the room, I think it's the most mature thing I can do.

Taking a deep breath, I rub on top of Jaylan's head. "Jaylan, would you like to talk about it?"

He softly bumps the side of his head by my tummy. "No but I know we should."

Jaylan eases me down off the kitchen island and we walk to the living room that's inches away from the kitchen. If this was my house this would be perfect. I could watch our ki-... I could watch the news while cooking.

Relaxing one of these thoughts will slip out, my eyes widen as we sit down on the sofa and he scoops me into his whale fins. He balances the ice pack on his head and I smile. My head presses against his heart, which is beating still fast, probably from the adrenaline and his anxiety.

"Jaylan, let's count," I suggest.

He nods and shifts his body back, making me move slightly. "Okay."

"One......" He lets out a ragged breath.

"Two," he rasps.

"Three." I move my hand over his heart space.

"Four." He puts his hand on top of mine.

"Five." I palpate his chest, feeling it rise and fall easily.

"Six," his voice becomes clearer.

"Seven," we say together.

"Eight...... Nine.... Ten," we say softly and all over the room gets quiet again as we sit on the sofa.

Resting my head on his chest again, it vibrates from him clearing his throat. "I honestly don't know what to say, Lizzie, other than I'm embarrassed," his voice quiet and low, he takes my hand and folds it into his.

I wouldn't know what to do if Jaylan saw my family fight in their rare form. The last fight we all had was before I left for school because Mamá wanted to drive separately. I know my situation doesn't compare to Jaylan's and what he feels is real. To see it, the disappointment I felt on his behalf,  makes it even more real.

"Do you think you will ever reconnect with PJ?" I ask softly.

Jaylan's chest moves higher and takes his hand, rubbing down his face. The wrinkles in his head are so tense, I frown because it's all pain. "I... I don't even know. He has a lot of growing up to do."

Nodding at his statement, Jaylan rubs his jaw and looks down at me. "I wish I could have introduced you to him in better circumstances."

His words resound in me and I couldn't agree more, to think about my family and coming to graduation. I don't know what to expect but I hope it will be good. 

"A tall giraffe once said to me to limit our expectations and no family is perfect," I remind him of our Ferris wheel conversation and when he took me to Hershey Park.

Jaylan breathes a chuckle inside of my ear, making me squirm in his hold. "Thank you for that reminder, Squeaker."

A smile pulls on my lips as his lips press against my forehead. "I just hope we can prove to ourselves we can do better." Jaylan traces a finger on my back dancing it around playfully. "I don't... want to be like him, Lizzie."

"I know," I say softly.

Silence takes over again but a good silence where we just engulf in stillness from the negativity and chaos throughout this day. Isabela still has yet to text me back from earlier because she's probably still upset that Mamá is engaged.

Mamá is engaged.

It's just weird to think or say or believe, especially thinking about how I just saw her. All the newer emotions from the divorce clash with me wanting to be truly happy for her. It's strange how I don't feel heavy the way I did at Mamá's house when I'm here. Maybe because lately big events have been happening while I'm with Jaylan.

And I guess that's a good thing.

As if he reads my mind, Jaylan pushes some strands out of my hair. "How are you feeling about everything? I mean, I know you had some revealing news earlier. I hope I didn't make anything worse."

Darting my gaze, I look at the multi-cream, vintage rug. "No, no, no, I mean..." I shift my gaze back up to him. "It feels like everytime when things go good, they turn, well, off."

Jaylan shifts his arms, drawing me close to his chest. "Like, with us or-"

"No... I mean, like around us. Like, everytime good things come in our life personally, somehow there's pushbacks and unexpected crossroads."

Jaylan hums and rests his chin on my head. "I see what you're saying. Maybe we are pushing through to something greater."

"Together, Jaylan, we can conquer anything," I assure him.

He sighs. "Together."

Warmth spreads across my chest and I pull my head back. Meeting his gaze, he gives a smile gleaming of hope.

"I guess when things knock us down, we are there to pick each other up." I meet his lips softly and he meets mine.

The kiss we share is soft but significant, our solidarity to take care of each other during tough times. No matter what comes our way, we will overcome.

Jaylan's lips lift up as he smiles while kissing me. Heat rises between us, drawing us closer together to meet our lips again. Jaylan clasps the back of my neck as our mouths open. The stirring in my tummy begins to warm up as we haven't really been intimate all day and to be honest.... I could use stress relief from this eventful day.

Shifting my body, I hook my legs around Jaylan's waist as my palms rest on his shoulders. His breathing becomes ragged as our tongues massage each other. Jaylan's hands slowly disappear to my conga drum. He squeezes softly as my chest presses against his. His gold chain presses against my neck, cooling my blazing hot body. The butterflies are raging together, partying in my stomach.

Slowly pulling back, Jaylan requests with a husky voice, "Let's go upstairs."

With a pink flash of his tongue, he licks his lower lip as I lean to meet his lips again for confirmation. With ease, he sits up with me wrapped around his body, making me squeak at his caveman actions. He adjusts me around his waist and smacks my conga drum, the crack echoing in the living room.

Biting my lower lip, Jaylan arches his brow at me, making me dip my head back and giggle. As we walk past the kitchen island again, Jaylan grabs his wallet and pulls out a condom. 

"Safety first," he cheeses, making my cheeks warm up at knowing what we are about to do again. With every step he carries me, we gently peck each other with kisses.

"Don't forget the toiletry bag." I point at my duffle bag as it hangs out. Jaylan walks over to our bags in the living room, me still gripping tight to him, and picks up our bags with ease.

Jaylan carries me up the stairs and I dip my head down into the crane of his neck. "I could get used to this." I giggle.

"Of course, you monkey-hugged me so you don't have to walk," he teases.

We never got to tour the upstairs the last time we were here but the set up is perfect. There four bedrooms and each other are equally apart along, with a bathroom right in the middle.

I definitely would like to paint these white walls a grey to bring more peace and serenity or maybe a blue. We enter the master room but it's completely empty.

Jaylan groans loudly, placing down our bags. "Uncle Steve."

Bouncing my shoulders, I let out a few giggles and point to the bathroom. Jaylan arches his brow.

"We need to take a shower anyway, besides you stink." I giggle and he thinks it's a good idea to spank my conga drum. Even though it's playful touches, it's starting to make me like it, almost as a praise.

Putting me down softly, I go over and grab my toiletry bag and he grabs his.

I expect the bathroom to be small but it is so big and spacious. The white countertops and brown wooden cabinets are perfect with the matching brown wood floors. The best part of the shower. All glass and see through, it's super spacious with a bench too.

Jaylan places me on the countertop and starts looking for towels. Thankfully, there are large, folded blue ones in the pantry closet inside the bathroom. Talk about a nice bathroom. 

Jaylan tosses off his shirt and my eyes can't stop gawking at his abs. I mean, I've seen them before and licked them but, for some reason, the lightning in here just magnifies them, the dark ink tattoos, and his gold chain.

"Off this goes." Jaylan reaches for my shirt, revealing my champagne-colored lace bra. He licks his lips and hooks his fingers at the strap nearest to him. "One thing I love about you, Elizabeth Lucero, is that you pick the most beautiful lingerie."

He kiss my lips softly, pulling back and examining me with heat rising in his eyes. 

Him gawking at my mangoes makes me swallow softly. My skin warms and tingles under his heated gaze, the way he makes me feel every time. He unbuttons his jeans, pulling them down and showing a bulging erection straining his black compression briefs.

To be silly, I point at his mismatched socks. "Take those off too."

He smacks his lips and I giggle, watching him take them off one clown foot at a time. He takes two strides and he is up close to me. He towers me as he unbuttons my jeans with ease, dragging them down to the floor.

"So beautiful." He traces the lace waistband of my thong.

His body heat is so powerful, my body is becoming more raging with anticipation. Jaylan lowers himself to the ground and shifts me forward, to where my legs are dangling over his shoulders. Dampness seeps into my underwear, from both the open exposure and Jaylan's finger dragging up and down my barely covered area.

Without a warning, air traps in my lungs as he leans forward. His tongue flicks out, brushing the bottom of my folds, and shifts up. His beard brushes against my thigh, making the butterflies in my stomach swirl. He licks me again, pressing the fabric of my thong against my inner folds. A rushing, dizzying sensation makes me dip my head down as I touch Jaylan's head.

As he open mouth kisses my outer folds, I rasp out, "Jaylan."

Pulling his head back, his finger hooks through the bottom of my thong, tugging it off my heated mound. With a soft tap, his other fingers tap my hips, "Up, baby."

Shifting up, Jaylan's free hand slowly pulls down my thong. In the process of going down to my ankle, they rip from his big paws. I hitch my breath as he takes the ripped thong and tosses it to the side.  "Sorry" He winks

Making  my whole-body electricity at such a simple action. Before I could answer his apology he dives between my legs again.

My moan bounces off the walls, making Jaylan groan. Warm vibrations roll over my labia and I bite my lip. His strategic motion of his lips, sucking and nibbling, and making sure he's getting every spot of my inner folds causes me to shake. Feeling his wet lips inside me, I'm now drenched. My body reacts on its own from him pursuing his lips and slurping me like I'm some kind of slushie.

My eyes roll back. "Ohhh Jaylan... Uhh..." I breathe out as his tongue teasingly flicks over my clit. The contact zaps me with a jolt of pleasure, bucking my hips up.

"Elizabeth," he rasps out, pulling away.

Blinking my eyes open, our eyes meet. He smirks deviously, kissing my thigh back up to my honeypot.

"I'm going to spell your name. You ready?" he husks, heat from his mouth fanning over my soaked entrance. With a hitched breath I bite my lip.

"I'm ready," I purr out.

With no hesitation, Jaylan's tongue went to work, twirling his letter like an E. "E," he muffles, making me gasp at the sensation of his tongue stroking my heated, wet skin.

"L."  He licks down. A jolt underneath my skin bounces me, sending trembles down my spine.

"I." He flicks my clit and goes down.

His tongue slants down diagonally, creeping to an unexpected deep inside my walls. "Uhhhh" I grasp on top of his head. "Z"

He fans his breath over my clit "A"

The coolness causes me to hiss clamping onto his head.

The heat flowing through my body at him swirling his tongue for the letter B causes my clit to pulse. The nerves under the skin tingle, the entire area throbbing as blood rushes down. "Hold on, baby....B."

Biting my lip down, he makes another spin with his tongue. "E."

"T." With a gentle nudge, he adds a finger down my entrance, making the gummy bears appear. Wetness pools inside me. My walls swell up and tighten where he pushes, an ache of heat building deep in my belly.

"H." With more work from his tongue, all the fluid rushes out. As Jaylan's soft slurping echoes through the bathroom, my eyes flutter closed. My thighs are shaking as he raises up. With a quick snap action, he pops my bra right off, quicker than me after a long day at school.

As I catch my breath Jaylan turns on the shower, getting it warm for us. I literally cannot believe what just happened but the lightheadedness makes the bathroom circle around. Jaylan returns to me and takes a condom. I make the opportunity to touch the waistband of his briefs and pull them down.

"Here," he huskily says.

He is so stiff, it looks so painful. With the condom in his fingers, I take the package and open it better than I had the first time. Taking the condom and rolling it on his thrumming manhood, my fingers push down to his base. He helps me down off the counter and my legs wobble like complete jello. 

Like a gentleman Novio is, he scoops me up bridal-style. We walk into the shower and he shuts the door. "Ready to learn something new?" he says so sexy, putting me down gently as my legs are wobbly.

My body trembles as his hands touch my thigh at his command, and we haven't even done anything yet. Biting my lower lip I nod softly. "I am."

He smirks and kisses the top of my wet head. "Jump up." He grips the back of my conga drum and I leap around him. He lifts me up where my knees are locked with his elbows. Both of his hands are completely connected and grasp on my conga drum as my hands are around his neck.

I could feel Jaylan's hard erection brush against my opening. Right now, it's taking a lot of upper body strength in the position we are about to try. My arms tense but I'm surprised I am able to do this. Jaylan's lips meet mine as his hand presses into my side. "Ready?"

"Ready," I whisper, pressing my forehead against his.

Jaylan adjusts himself at my entrance with one hand. "Here, lift up a bit," he directs as his tip enters me, making me gasp.

As he pushes further in, the warm water hits my back. The warm tingles create a new sensation, bordering overload, as Jaylan enters deeper. I cling onto his neck as we are so close to each other. Our eyes lock and he meets my lips. He snaps his hips up as my pelvis meets his. With every thrust, he feels deep inside of me as my walls grip onto him. My mangoes bounce with no shame, my nipples dragging lines of friction over his chest, but we move in rhythm as he continues to thrust and I move down.

"It feels so good," I purr out.

Jaylan's hand makes an effort to connect right on my right conga drum. I grip on tighter, digging my nails into Jaylan's shoulders as he continues to thrust up. His feet shift, pushing my back against the wall. My mouth gapes open as I could feel him bump, making me bounce at every upward thrust. His avocados were slapping up on my skin below my entrance, making me moan, "Jaylan."

"I ... love... you... so... much," he says with every thrust, making the pitches of my voice higher.

The intensity of his pace is new, different but loving. As he continues to snap his hips, my tummy tightens. My clit keeps getting grazed by Jaylan's bumping against it, so much I feel the pulsing sensations along the pubic bone. His hands tighten on my conga drum, fingers digging in as our movements get sloppy but good.

"Oh, Jaylann... Jaylan, I'm about to -" My lips part and round as the rushing of swirling feeling in my tummy. The lightheadedness comes back again as I gasp out, echoing through the shower meeting his loud grunt.

My body slumps into his, my chin hitting his shoulder, and he taps my conga drum one last time. The steam in the shower is so foggy, it's hard to see. Jaylan gently puts me down on the bench. As I recover, he walks out quickly to discard the condom in the trash can. He grabs our shower toiletries, bringing them back into the shower.

I can't believe what just happened but I feel incredible in my whole body, light and floaty. like I'm on cloud nine. All the tension that was in my shoulders dissolves, feeling fully relaxed.

As we leisurely wash each other off and wage a sudsy war on our private parts, an hour later we're done in the shower. Drying off each other, we put on our pajamas. I absolutely love my cute little giraffe set that reminds me of Conor. It has giraffe-printed shorts with matching giraffe slippers.

Yeah, you'd think I would learn from shopping on SHEIN but I can't help it. I love that store.

Bouncing my shoulders, I toss my hair up into a ponytail and slip my glasses on.

"Don't you wish you could do this with me every night?" Shirtless Jaylan beams behind me at the body mirror towering behind me. He looks so relaxed and I admit I am too.

Tapping my chin, I turn around and crinkle my nose. "Mmmm, I like my shower times by mysel- woahhh!" I say as Jaylan lifts me up on his shoulder.

"Lieeees!" He wiggles his fingers into my tummy, making me giggle.

"Jaylan, my glasses are going to fall off!" I whine, pushing them back to my face. His hand connects to my already sore conga drum, making me whimper, only for Jaylan to rub my conga drum after.

"Where are we going?"

"I ordered an Insta Cart so we can make cookies and see if we can work this VHS thing downstairs."

He is so perfect.

His words are like magic, making my heart swoon.  As we go downstairs, we make our way back to my favorite place, making me dream and wonder how to make this place come to life again.

Jaylan plops me on the sofa and I bounce in the air. "Jaylannn."

"Lizzieee."

Furrowing my brows, he smiles with his pitchfork and snapping devil tail. "Soooooo, you know there are a couple things coming up, his voice gets gravelly scary.

Holding my newly purchased pillow from Target, with 'Hello Spring' written in calligraphy with greenery around it. "Yeahh?" I drag.

"You got... your birthday...... and -" He steps close and leaps on the sofa. "Our four month is coming up"

Sinking my teeth in my lower lip as he remembers, I did have something special for him too. "What are you getting at?"

With his big bear reach, he scoops me in his arms around me. "I'm getting out what would you like to do, how do you celebrate your birthday?"

My lips turn down at the thought of celebrating my birthday once again without my family but maybe that's a good thing this year. "Oh, Jaylan, my birthday is on a school night and I have a test that day. I won't be doing much celebrating."

Jaylan's mouth drops, putting his hand over his chest. "What!"

Giggling, I dip my chin down and hold the pillow tighter. "What?" I repeat back.

"Party girl doesn't want to party on her birthday?"

"Jaylan, it's a school night," I remind.

Jaylan takes my answer as a challenge as he presses his lips. "Elizabeth, you gotta celebrate your birthday."

His initiation is very attractive but I need to let novio know that school days and birthdays just don't mix.

"What's one thing you want for your birthday?" He beams.

I sink my teeth in my lower lip as heat spreads across my cheek at his cheeky smile.  "I... I just want a small thing."

"A small thing?"

I hum. "Mmm-hmm, just Lexi and Max."

Jaylan's jaw drops wider and I giggle at him. "And youuuu."

He arches his brow. "Better be... what else?"

"Just food and togetherness," I assure him.

He nods and smiles at me. "Is there anything you want?"

I mean, I do want new stuffed animals but Jaylan probably would say no. "Just to have a good day."

Celebrating my birthday without my family has always been hard. Because of small arguments with Papá smoking around our other family members and just being here means not being around them at all.  You would think I would want a big extravaganza celebration but just having a good day is enough... with the Birthday Sprinkle Pancakes I've grown to love, thanks to Maxine.

Except the one year she used wheat flour.

He smiles and kisses my forehead. "A good day is something I can do... Alright, one thing down... What about our four month... Big number you know?" he tries to sound like me.

"I don't sound like that!" I squeak at the end because I actually do sound like that.

Jaylan cackles softly and plants a soft kiss on the side of my warm face.

Four months of dating but it feels like a lifetime. Just thinking about where I was last year, I'm a little doubtful at this moment right now.

"Depends what day it is."

Jaylan smiles, digs through his pockets, and takes out his phone. He pulls up his calendar as a notification comes down saying Ginger Demon.

"Jaylan."

"What, it's always been like that," he defends with a sheepish grin and swipes it up, looking at the calendar. "Looks like we got ourselves a date, it's Friday." Jaylan beams.

Nerves flutter in my belly. The way Jaylan is smiling makes me want to leap on him again. The soreness between my legs is saying otherwise.

Dipping my chin down, I take his phone and create an event for him to remember.

"What do you want to do?" he asks.

"We should do the Goodwill date."

He arch his brow, not knowing what I mean, and I tap my phone to show him of a fun date I always dreamed of doing. Goodwill date and then wear that outfit at the place we will eat. Jaylan smiles at the funny video of a couple who pick silly outfits. In this moment, I wish we could sit on this sofa and enjoy each other's company forever.

... and that's when I realize.

I want sofa moments.

I want quiet times, laughing and relaxing with Jaylan.

I want him, me, us.

I want to be Jaylan's wife.

Edited and spiced by the lovely smut queen still_just_me

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