A/N: I don't own this, we all know who does. If I did, Rpattz would be eating the brownies I just made, 'cause he likes to make me happy. :)

This is unbeta'd, so any and all mistakes belong to me. That Sister Wives show is on. It's distracting. :D

This is for my wifey, Mrs. Robward. She and I were wondering...have any other authors done what we're doing? Written stories for their wifey and then posted them at the same time? We were curious... :D We like our little love letters we're doing for each other. :D

Thanks to Luxure & EdwardsBloodType for prereading this. If I had to be a sister wife, I'd want these two with me and Mrs. Robward. They'd be fun to hang out with. :D

**disclaimer **

This story is a bit taboo. This chapter is sweet. Some of you are worried about what's to come. You know me... :D

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… Chapter Thirty Nine - Family … Bella …

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Light seeps through the curtains. I know it's morning.

Was it a dream? Seeing you, finding you again, was it all a figment of my imagination?

I stir, bending to stretch and feel something, someone. My eyes flutter open, and I breathe a sigh of relief. It was real, you're here.

I can't stop the smile spreading across my face, nor can I hide the giddy look and laugh that threaten to break free in the early morning quiet.

Claire's bed is empty, and I wonder where she's gone. When I move my head, open my eyes a bit more, I see her.

Her copper curls tucked in next to you, on the other side of you from me. Your arm is around her, holding her close to you, and it dawns on me.

We're a family.

A real family.

Finally, Claire has what she's been dreaming of.

"This bed is plenty big for two, but I'm not sure about three," you whisper, your eyes still shut tight.

Reaching across, I stroke her hair, her face, and she wakes. Happy, joyous, bubbling.

"Hi Mommy. Look, Daddy came back to have a sleep over. We gotta get another bed, Mommy. A bed for Daddy."

She stretches, nearly falling off the bed, but you catch her. Hold her up. She yawns, her eyes still heavy with sleep.

"I gotta go potty," she says, rolling out of the bed and disappearing into the hall.

I look up at you, finding your eyes on me. "Good morning," you say softly.

I smile. "Good morning to you." We stare, our bodies laying pressed together, my leg over your thigh, your hand on the small of my back.

We're so close to being what we once were, physically. But so far away.

I move my leg a bit and feel you, growing, hardening, firm and heavy. I want you like this, but not with Claire coming right back. And I know she will. She's wanted this for too long, she can't stay away.

You sense my worry, reaching under the sheet, adjusting. "Sorry, I can't help it. It's morning, plus I'm laying with you. It's instinctive."

Smiles seem to be my only expression today, and I grin from ear to ear at hearing how you react to me.

"I know the feeling. My body's the same, you just can't tell."

Your eyes challenge me. "I could...if I tried."

The thrill that shoots through me is electric, instant, exciting. It's something I haven't felt in so long.

I like it.

Claire runs back into the room. "Daddy, can we go to the park now? I'm hungry."

Sitting up, I push my hand through my hair. "Honey, why don't we have some breakfast first, okay? And then we'll get dressed. Then we can go play."

"Okay. I'm having cereal," she yells as she runs for the kitchen.

I drag you from bed, wanting to kiss you, but hesitant. Morning breath. It's never a pretty picture.

You smile, reading my mind.

"Go brush your teeth. I have things I want to do with that mouth of yours today," you say, lightly swatting my ass as I head toward the bathroom.

Entering the kitchen I find you both there, side by side, pouring cereal, milk, juice.

We sit at the table, eating and talking and loving each other. Breakfast is my favorite time of day. Claire is always so chatty, and today is no different.

You shower first while I clean up the dishes. I smile the whole time, knowing you're only feet away from me. I've waited and wanted this for so long. I thought today would never come.

After I'm dressed and Claire is bathed and ready, we walk to the park. The day is beautiful, and we look like a family. Each of us holds one of Claire's hands, and the smile on her face is nearly as bright as the sun.

She's happy. I'm happy. You look happy.

It's perfect.

We play, talk, eat, play again, and laugh. It's wonderful. The whole day you hold my hand, have an arm around me, place kisses on my temple. We're happy together. I want this forever and ever and ever.

In my mind I know that tomorrow brings reality. You work, Claire has school, I have school. I wonder if you'll mind me working now, if you'll freak out over it. Some of the girls at the club have lost boyfriends due to the jealousy. I hope that's not us.

By afternoon, Claire is tired and we head back. I cook dinner for us, letting the two of you talk and visit and bond. I like it. So do you, and so does she.

You tuck Claire into bed when it's time, kissing her cheeks and reading another story. She loves it, I can tell. And I'm sure she'll be bursting with stories of you to all of her friends at school. That's how she is.

We settle into my couch, both knowing what's coming. Both knowing the real world is banging down our door, trying to settle back in.

"So, we're together, right?" you ask, hesitant. Hopeful. Afraid.

"Yes, I hope so."

Your eyes look into mine. "Me too."

We sit for minutes, just looking at each other. No words, none are needed. We're both on the same page, and we know it. We always have been.

"Can I come over tomorrow?" you ask.

I laugh. "Of course, every day, all day, any time you want."

You say we should take it slow, take our time, get to know each other again.

I agree. We need that.

But when we get to know each other, then what?

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A/N: You ever had a hot dog from a hot dog vendor on the street? I have. It wasn't bad. :D

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