Page 88 of Psychotic Nightmares

Dante pulls out of our girl and walks out the room, most likely to clean up. “Julian.” She whispers, kissing down my jawline.

“Yeah, baby?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“And I’m keeping that picture.” She squeals as I spin her round, her back hitting the mattress with a soft thud.

“No.”

“Yes.” She grins.

I pull the mask away, getting way too hot in it. “No.”

“Yes,” she kisses me relentlessly.

“On one condition.” I give in.

“What’s that?”

“You let me fuck you with my tongue.” I move down her body and get to work.

Twenty-Five

Grace

Ismile at my newly framed picture a month after new years. Finally getting a frame that I thought suited the picture - glittery pink with flowers and love hearts, I put it right in the middle of the photo collage I have been adding to over the past half a year. There's so many good memories in these photos. Good memories to replace the bad ones. And the new addition has got to be one of my favourites.

Definitely worth being exhausted for the rest of the day over.

I put my hands on my hips and try to hide my smug smile.

“You couldn’t have put it in your room or something?” Julian grumbles from the sofa. Crossing his arms and pouting like the adorable little grump he is.

“Nope.” I pop the P. “I think it looks perfect right there.” He groans and slaps a hand over his eyes. “I mean, you look soooo cute. So why shouldn’t I put a cute picture of my boyfriend up on my wall.”

He beams at the wordboyfriend.“That’s the first time you called me that.” He stands, “I fucking love it.”

“LANGUAGE!” Gustin whisper shoutsfrom where he’s snuggling Nattie-Grace on the chair. Anya has gone out with Dante, Bull and the three boys along with Pea to pick up some new school supplies. We've all agreed that the little ones should begin school and Anya and Gustin are being home schooled by Dante, who told me yesterday he has been continuing his teaching degree online.

I’m so fucking proud of him.

Holding back my laugh as Gustin berates Julian for using such foul language in front ofhisdaughter - the DNA test came back and confirmed what we already knew - I wrap my arms around the big goof.

“I’m so sneaking it out when you’re not looking.” He whispers in my ear.

“Na,” I stand on my tiptoes and lower my voice so Gustin can’t hear, “because if that picture disappears, I’ll never let you taste me again.”

He stills, “fine. You can keep the damn picture.” He grumbles with a smile.

“Good.” I kiss his jawline, then let him go.

“Grace, do you think we could talk?” Gustin asks, “alone.”

Julian nods and leaves to go and get the earlier promised takeout - after a lot of convincing from everyone, Julian finally agreedto take a break from cooking and have pizza. “Sorry.”

“Gustin…”