Chapter 40 – The Western Air Temple: Honesty is the best policy
Milah was dreaming… again.
Or rather, she was having a nightmare. Sounds of war and the smell of blood filled her nose and she had to run as fast as she could. A barren wasteland stretched out as far as the eye could see and she was holding her little baby boy in her hands, shielding him with her body while he was letting out little cries of despair. But the sounds of clashing steel and death were coming up on her quicker than her legs could carry her and before she knew it, Mai was before her, her arm hooked in Zuko's, while they both looked at her in disdain. And then, Mai waved a hand and two knives raced towards them.
The little Waterbender gasped awake and didn't recognise her surroundings, making her panic instantly. Her nightmare had spilt into reality and the sounds she'd heard in her dream just before, had followed her. The clashing swords and grunts, the sounds of war, were coming from outside. Milah rushed up and had to fight the black-out that followed her – coming from her lack of nutrition and hydration – and ran down the stairs to the courtyard. It was as if she still felt the knife inside her stomach and she gripped the sides of her belly, telling her mind it was just her alignments and that she was safe, that Mai wasn't here, and that her son was okay.
''Milah!'' Katara shouted from over the sounds that had filled her ears. The girl in question still hadn't fully woken up and her breathing sped up. ''You're up.''
''What's- what's going on? I hear fighting. Where is it?'' she rambled and pushed away her sister, stumbling in her sleep-drunken state to the source.
''Take it easy,'' Katara sussed her. ''It's just Zuko and Sokka.''
And there she saw it. Zuko had his dual broadswords drawn out while her brother tried to attack the Prince with his space sword – in vain. Zuko merely knocked the sword out of his hand, looking pretty smug, when Sokka took out his boomerang from behind his back and swung it towards the Firebender.
''Hey! No boomerangs in Swordbending!'' Zuko scolded her brother and ducked just out of the way of the object. However, his face revealed shock and embarrassment suddenly. ''Wait, I mean-''
''Watch out!'' Milah yelled but it was too late, the boomerang had already made its way back to the back of Zuko's head who got hit harshly. ''Sokka!'' Milah yelled and made her way to the two men. Both looked her way sheepishly. ''How dare you two fight each other! Someone could have gotten seriously hurt!''
''Milah, relax, it was only a-''
''I don't care what it was,'' she interrupted Sokka and stopped when she was in front of them, putting her hands on her hips. She could only imagine her dishevelled state at the moment. ''Aren't you supposed to be the adult here, Zuko? Why on earth would you fight him when you know you'd beat him any time?''
Zuko looked at his feet. But Sokka spoke up, ''Don't blame him. I was the one that pressured him into the fight. I figured it would be good practice.''
''Well, I…'' she started and could feel herself calming down. ''Are any of you hurt?''
''No,'' they said simultaneously.
Milah nodded and closed her eyes, her stomach grumbling loudly. ''I'm glad. Now, who's got something to eat?''
A little while later, she had eaten and been filled in on what had transpired that morning while Zuko and Aang were practising somewhere away in the Temple, somewhat relieving while also saddening the little Waterbender. She remembered the ugly words she had said to the Prince with a squashy stomach and knew she was going to have to talk about it with him soon, but she didn't know when the right time would be. After all, they were never a moment alone to really talk things through.
That evening, when they had finished dinner and everyone had climbed into their respective bedrolls, Milah still hadn't been able to speak with Zuko properly about what had happened that morning. She couldn't help but worry, having said those ugly, vile things to him which weren't all justified.
The I hate you, which still tasted bitter in her mouth, lingered in the back of her head like a festering wound and she knew she wouldn't be able to get any sleep that night if she would ignore it. So when everyone was asleep, she stood up quietly, doing her ultimate best not to wake anyone. Although Toph most likely would feel her move, she trusted the little girl to hold her tongue.
When she arrived at Zuko's side, she sat down on her knees and let her gaze wander over him for a second and felt her throat close up.
I hate you.
It wasn't true. Milah loved him. And now she was afraid that maybe she had ruined everything.
''Zuko?'' she whispered softly while bending over his form. It did the trick. He was a very light sleeper.
''Milah? Are you okay? Are you hurt?'' he whispered worriedly and sat up, his eyes glossy from sleep. She fought the urge to smooth down his hair.
''I'm fine,'' she answered him and gestured with her head to the entrance of the Temple. ''Walk with me?''
He followed her without question and together, they walked to one of the pagoda's balconies where they sat down to gaze at the first quarter of the moon. Light strength filled her muscles and she breathed in the soft nightly air, instantly relaxed by the familiar warmth at her right.
''I figured we had to talk about… about what happened. You know, this morning,'' she spoke softly without looking at him. His hot stare made her squirm slightly in her seat.
''Yeah, I think that's wise,'' he replied and wrung his hands nervously. ''I'm sorry for snapping at you like that. I just meant to say that I want to take care of you both and I know I've missed out on a lot already, but now that we're together- or, I mean, not like, together together, but you know, as in we're together at the same place, and since we're, you know, that, I just don't want to miss out on anything else. I want to be there for you and him because I can't imagine not being there anymore, and I'm terrified of losing you again. Even if I know that I was the reason I'd lost you in the first place.''
His ramble threw her off guard and she finally stared back into the golden eyes that made her feel at home.
''But I understand if you… if you don't want me around anymore. After the comet passes and the war is over, just say so and I will… I will… leave if you want me to. I won't ever bother you again and you can go on in your life like you want to live it, without me.''
Milah still stayed silent, not knowing what to say. She saw him swallow while his hands trembled slightly.
''I only have one request, in that case,'' he whispered and swallowed again, trying to erase the lump in his throat. ''When he's born, I would like to see him. Just once, and then you never have to see me again-''
''Zuko,'' she finally interrupted him and shifted her position to her knees in front of him. ''Do you really believe that I would keep our child away from you?''
They stared at each other for a moment and she could swear a moon ray danced on Zuko's shoulder.
Zuko shrugged. ''At first, I didn't. But then this morning… I don't know.''
Milah bit her trembling lip, trying to keep her emotions at bay. ''This morning I said some things I didn't mean. And I'm sorry for that. I never… I never should have said that I wish you never came back. Or that I hated you. Which I don't.''
Zuko released a shaky breath. ''You don't?'' Something like hope blossomed in his chest.
Milah shook her head. ''No. But, I mean when I say that I've been taking care of myself just fine over the past few months and I don't need you babying me.'' Not when I can feel myself forgiving you faster with it, no matter how aggravating I think it is, she thought.
''I understand,'' he said and nodded. They stared into each other's eyes for a little while more and became aware of their closeness. She could see the slight furrow in his brows and his soft breath on her skin. She felt the heat of his body on hers and couldn't suppress the shiver that went through her.
''Are you cold?'' he asked and she shook her head, trying to erase the thoughts of Zuko's body from her treacherous brain at the same time as answering his question. ''Do you want to go to sleep?'' he asked then and she waited with answering.
Did she already want to go to sleep? Maybe not. She was feeling rather comfortable with the Prince, sitting here, together. But she knew it was better for the baby if she got enough sleep, especially because it was already hard on her body due to the stress she was under daily.
She shook her head and said, ''I don't, but I think it's better if I go to sleep anyway. You know, for the baby…''
''Say no more,'' he whispered and stood up, holding out his hand for her to take. ''Come. You can sleep in one of the Temple's rooms. I reckon it's better for your back and alignments anyway.''
''You're probably right,'' she agreed and stood up as well, having taken his hand. They didn't immediately let go and she stared into his golden eyes for a moment. Her hand found its way up and before she could think rationally, she already caressed the scarred side of his face. Zuko closed his eyes and made a sound that sounded suspiciously like a purr. The tissue felt painfully familiar to her palm and she rubbed her thumb over his cheekbone.
''I've missed this,'' he whispered eventually and opened his eyes. Electricity sparked from their touching skin. ''I've missed you.''
''I've missed you too,'' she finally whispered back and bit her lip, not liking that she had admitted that. Although, she supposed she couldn't help it, not when her hormones were making her do irrational things anyway. ''If only you hadn't been so stupid.''
''If only,'' he agreed and let his forehead lean against hers. His strong arms went around her middle and she let herself lean against him. His protective embrace made her heart stutter.
''We have to sleep,'' she whispered against his face and she felt his arms tighten around her.
''Yes, we do.'' But he didn't make a move to let go, only moved his head from her forehead to her neck, burying his face in her hair.
Milah sucked in a breath and her mind was telling her to push him away, to not give in to the temptation he offered, knowing she shouldn't forgive him so easily. Not after everything he had put her through.
But her heart… it was aching so much her legs almost gave out from under her. Her closed eyes burned and she felt the resolve crumble with each passing second, knowing it was only a matter of time before she would finally say, fuck it, this is happiness and if this was what gave her happiness, then she should grab it while she could. Especially because she did want her child to grow up with a father and because she wanted to grow old with Zuko by her side.
And so she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed all of her to all of him as best as she could with her pregnant belly – although it was only slightly protruded. She felt one of his hands wrap itself in her hair and returned the favour, having missed the softness of his hair, especially since it had grown since she had last seen him.
''Milah,'' he eventually grunted in her ear, causing her to curl her toes and clench her thighs. ''We do have to sleep.''
She sighed at his neck, to which she could feel something twitch against her stomach, making her wiggle unconsciously against him. He let out another soft groan before he let go slowly and looked at her.
''Come,'' he said and motioned with his head to the exit.
Together, they walked to the courtyard where Zuko took her bedroll so she could move to one of the Temple's rooms. He had been right when he said that her back and alignment pain came from her nights on the hard stone floor.
''Here,'' Zuko said softly when he was finished making up her bed while she watched from a chair, yawning. ''Hopefully, the pain will fade now.''
She stood and walked over to where he was facing the bed, grazing his hand with hers. A tingle shot through her hand. ''Thank you, Zuko.''
She saw Zuko nod and give her a small smile. ''Don't mention it.''
She looked back at him and felt another tug at her heart. Let her gaze drop to his inviting mouth and licked her lips, unconsciously preparing herself for the kiss she so desperately wanted to give him.
But Zuko awkwardly scratched his throat and rubbed the back of his neck. ''Well, eh, goodnight then. See you tomorrow.'' And then he turned around to walk from her room, knowing if he would be there for a second longer then he wasn't sure if he could still hold himself back from grabbing her head and kissing her senseless.
''Wait!''
He stopped in his tracks.
''Can you… can you stay?''
The soft and trembling tone of her voice said enough about her state of mind and he knew that she was feeling just the same as he was. It was undeniable, the chemistry and love that had always just been there between the two.
Zuko turned around slowly and almost dropped to his knees when he saw her there, her arms wrapped around herself, her hair draped delicately over her soft shoulders and her big, blue eyes watching him with a careful expression.
''Always,'' he whispered and made his way back.
Milah didn't know why and how the question had come out of her mouth, but it had, against better judgement, and now she had to bear the consequence. Which was, obviously, having to share a bed with the one person in the world that set her skin on fire.
The little Waterbender laid down first with her head to the window, facing the moon. Zuko laid down with his back towards her, facing the door. She had a déjà vu to the inn where they had shared their first kiss and she pressed her eyes closed, wanting to not think about that. Not wanting to bring up the memory of how his lips felt against hers.
Zuko was good at faking being asleep. He had acquired that skill during his camping time with Milah when she would press herself to him when she had finally left for dreamland, making it almost impossible for him to focus on anything except her. And that was exactly what was going on at that moment.
Milah had fallen asleep sometime. He didn't know when. Only noticed it when she turned around and threw her arm around his middle, snuggling in deeper against his back. He sighed, knowing it had only been a matter of time before she would do that.
Of course, he loved it. He loved everything about her.
Carefully, he turned around as well, to his back, tucking her against his side while she squirmed her way in even deeper, letting out a content sigh while he slowly trod with his fingers through her hair.
If he would die now, he would die a happy man.
However, just before he could feel himself finally sleeping, he was tugged back to the present when Milah made a soft sound. It penetrated through his body and very soul when she made it again, and fisted his shirt in her hand, wiggling her hips against his side.
She was moaning.
Zuko's cock had been calm during the time they had shared this bed, thankfully. But the moans and squirms were enough to tighten his pants and he tried to ignore what was happening. It had happened before and he had had difficulty then as well. But that was a different time. That wasn't now. And he didn't know what to do.
The morning after, Milah woke up alone. She had opened her eyes and had expected to be in Zuko's arms, but he wasn't there.
She sat up in bed, fiddling with her loose hair hanging over her shoulders and couldn't help but feel sad and somewhat confused. But she didn't let herself get disheartened, imagined it was because everyone had woken up already – seeing she was always the last one to wake up – and he didn't want Katara to know that they had slept together.
But when she had dressed and come down for breakfast, everyone was still asleep. Which was odd, seeing they had been up until pretty late the day before. But she reckoned it was because she had slept until noon that morning, and then she hadn't needed the extra sleep that night.
However, Zuko wasn't in the courtyard either.
Milah didn't know that Zuko had left sometime during her wet dream – which she didn't know anymore she had had. She didn't know that Zuko had slept in the room next to hers instead, not wanting to be too far away from her in case something happened. She also didn't know that Zuko had done so because he had been a few moans away from helping her… relieve herself from her aroused state. A few moans before he had first pressed her lips to her mouth and then lower and lower until he had reached the sweet and slick part of her.
And so he had left, knowing he would undoubtedly get into a fight with her if he would do that. He knew she wasn't ready for that yet. He wondered if she would ever be ready for that with him. Probably not. But he didn't mind… much. It was enough just being near her. Knowing she was safe and happy, that their little baby boy was safe and happy… that was enough.
And so it was that he woke up alone from the delicious smells of breakfast that drafted through his bedroom window. He felt guilty that he had left Milah alone, but he knew it had been the right choice. Especially seeing the massive boner he had woken up with. And he knew, at that moment, that he had to stay as far away from her as he could. Otherwise, he was surely going to say something about what he had heard that night, and he could only imagine her embarrassment, although he thought there was nothing to be ashamed of.
He decided to take a quick look in Milah's bedroom anyway – after he managed to drive away his morning wood – wanting to see for himself that she was still safe inside, but when he peered through the open door, there was nobody there. Which was odd, he thought, but made his way down to the courtyard, knowing it must be her that was making breakfast and prepared himself for the inevitable sight of her.
Milah was just finishing breakfast with Katara, who had woken up after she had accidentally dropped a pan, when Zuko decided to graze everyone with his presence. Her spine locked up when their eyes connected.
''Good morning Zuko,'' Aang chirped when he saw the Firebender enter as well, who merely nodded in return.
''Did you sleep in the Temple?'' Katara gave him as greeting. Zuko's step faltered a little.
''Eh,'' he started. ''Yes. Sokka was snoring loudly and I couldn't sleep.''
''What?!'' her brother exclaimed after having a bowl of breakfast handed to him by Milah. ''I don't snore!''
''Yes, you do,'' Milah muttered under her breath.
''Firecracker's right,'' Toph agreed and slurped the soup. ''You snore. Loudly.''
''Look who's talking!'' Sokka said loudly and pointed with his finger to the Earthbender. ''You are the loudest snorer of us all.''
''Hey!'' Toph exclaimed and held up a hand. ''I never said I don't snore. I know I do.''
Everyone laughed a little. But when Milah's hand grazed with Zuko's when handing him a bowl, her laughter died down and her stomach flipped. Why did he leave? Was it because of her? Maybe she had done something during the night that had made him leave. She decided she would ask him sometime today.
''Where's your bedroll, Milah?'' Katara asked out of the blue while some of the members of their party were chatting away with each other.
''I, eh, I slept in my old bedroom last night. My back hurts and I think it's better for the baby if I sleep in an actual bed instead of these harsh stones,'' she answered honestly but softly, not wanting to be overheard by many. Nevertheless, Zuko heard like he always heard everything that regarded her. Haru heard too and seeing the clever man he was, it didn't take long for him to put two and two together. However, he had learned from his past mistakes and wisely kept his mouth shut.
''I see,'' Katara merely answered and took another sip of her breakfast. ''We'll talk about this later.''
''Thank you,'' she whispered and took a small sip from her bowl as well, sighing when she felt the burden of the truth fall from her shoulders.
While Milah took it upon herself to wash the dishes of breakfast by herself, she could see Zuko, her siblings, Toph, Haru and Aang standing a little further away, talking softly to each other. She wondered what they were going on about, but didn't think much of it until she saw everyone go to their stuff to grab various items they normally used during bending practice.
Zuko locked eyes with his Waterbender again when he was packing his dual broadswords and she was washing dishes and felt the hole in his chest grow. But he willed himself to go through with the plan he had proposed to everyone. That they all left for the day so no one could get hurt during their bending exercises. Claiming it would be wise for Aang to practice all four bending at the same time while they would try to attack him. Which would obviously end up with the destruction of a nearby area.
''Ready?'' Toph asked from behind him. He nodded and then remembered she couldn't see that.
''Let's go,'' he answered and led them away to Appa who was already waiting for them at the edge of the courtyard.
Aang was already explaining to Teo, Sokka and The Duke where they were going while everyone settled in the saddle. And then Milah came walking up.
''Hey, where are you going?'' she asked him in a soft voice. He dared look into her eyes from up close and was transported back to last night and then to a dark room in Ba Sing Se, her legs wrapped around his body, her nails leaving marks on his back-
''Train,'' he simply murmured. ''We'll be back tonight.'' He averted his gaze to where the rest were still standing on solid ground. Everyone had already mounted the ski bison.
''Oh. Okay,'' he softly heard her say. ''Be safe.''
''I will,'' he said in return and turned around to climb on top of Appa as well, but was stopped when he felt her cold hand on his arm. His body went rigid.
''Zuko, I…'' she started to say. ''I'm sorry. If you're mad about something I did.''
''What-''
''Zuko, come, we don't have all day,'' Katara called out, stopping him from asking what she was talking about and met her eyes one last time, making him want to ditch the training stuff altogether and take her back up to that room to finish what they both so desperately wanted, but climbed on top of Appa anyway, not wanting to anger the little sister of the woman driving him mad.
It would dawn on him only in the afternoon, well into the training, that Milah had apologised for something he had done, which was him leaving her during the night. She obviously had thought that she had done something wrong while it couldn't be further from the truth and felt his hands tingle – not from the fire he had been producing nonstop that day – to return home, to return to his pregnant little Waterbender.
Milah did the laundry and made preparations for dinner just like Katara had so 'kindly asked' – more like demanded – her when they had all taken off on their little field trip. It wasn't like she was jealous, like Sokka, Teo and The Duke who were busy making a massive tent made out of whatever they could find in the Temple. It was the fact that they had all left without her to train, while it was obvious that they could use every bender to help Aang prepare for his upcoming fight with the Fire Lord. Hell, they had even invited Haru to join.
Then why hadn't they asked her? Was it because Zuko was mad? Or did they just think her too weak?
In any way, at the end of the day, Milah had retreated from the courtyard and took the stairs up the Temple without telling anyone, making her way to the forest so she could take a mind stilling walk through nature. She made sure to scratch tree barks with her bending again so she knew how to get back easily.
It was dark when she got up from the spot she had chosen as the perfect resting place amidst soft grass and several flowers. Her stomach was growling and she knew she had to get back, but she dreaded it. Dreaded the moment she would see Zuko again.
But she found her courage and stood up, dusted herself off and made the way down, mentally preparing herself for everything that would come.
Apparently, it was her lucky day, because they hadn't come back yet from their field trip and Sokka, Teo and The Duke were still busy in their tent. She called out to them, saying she'd have some leftover breakfast for dinner inside her room in the Temple and if they were hungry, they could heat the soup she had made that morning, and they simultaneously responded with an okay. And with that, she left, not wanting to face the Firebender that would no doubt return that night.
Indeed, when Zuko returned from his field trip with the others, he wanted to find Milah at once, knowing that whatever had gone on that night had to be resolved immediately or they would fall into another one of their fights. But he wasn't let go so easily by the other benders he had spent time with that day. On top of that, a huge tent had taken over the courtyard which apparently, Sokka and the others had made in some kind of revenge act because they had left on a field trip without them.
So he was forced to sit through dinner, having to hear Aang sulk about his non-admittance in the tent while Katara tried to cheer him up. All the while not having heard Milah's voice come through the flaps of the tent even once.
''Goodnight,'' he eventually wished everyone after he finished his dinner quicker than ever and made his way over to the huge tent.
''Sokka?'' he called out to the boy, who stuck his head through the entrance. He was wearing a ridiculously large green hat and purple robes. ''Is Milah there? I need to talk to her.''
''She's in her room, I think,'' he merely answered before letting the flaps fall back into their place. He strode over to the entrance of the Temple, made his way up the stairs two at a time and only stopped when he saw her reading one of her many novels on her bed.
Milah looked up when she heard the almost silent footsteps of Zuko enter her room. It was eerie how he almost always managed to stay so quiet, but they had been together for so long that she was able to hear him coming more often than before.
''Hey,'' he greeted her first when he crouched down at her bed. She put down her book and patted the space beside her, motioning for him to come and sit, which he did. Their legs touched.
''How was today?'' she asked him.
''It was good. Aang's a fast learner, but he has a long way to go before he's a true Master in Firebending,'' he said while he clasped his hands in his lap, refraining from taking a hold of hers.
''I can imagine. It's only been like a week or something since you've been training him,'' she remarked and traced the title of her book with her finger. Nerves started to accumulate in her body for what she was about to say. ''So, about this morning, I, eh, I'm sorry if it was something I did. I didn't mean to chase you away-''
Zuko cut her off. ''You didn't. Trust me.''
''Then… what was it?'' She looked up into his eyes.
''It was…'' he started, taken aback by the vastness in her blue depths. ''I slept in the other room. I wanted to give you space.''
Milah swallowed. ''Oh. Okay.''
''Yeah,'' he whispered and looked away again, getting immensely distracted by the scent of jasmine and roses around him.
''You're sure it's not something I did? I mean-''
''Yes, it was because of something you did. But not in the way you think,'' he cut her off again and regretted the harsh tone with which it came out of his mouth. Why the hell had he been honest? Maybe it was because he didn't want to lie to her anymore. Not after all that had happened between them.
Milah was startled. ''What?''
''Can we drop it?'' he asked in a softer tone. ''I promise it's-''
''No, tell me what happened. Obviously it must've been something bad if you decided to leave me even if I asked you to…'' Milah stopped talking. Stay, she had wanted to say.
''I'm sorry, Milah,'' he whispered and tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear. ''I really wanted to stay last night. But it was better that I left.''
''Why?'' she asked in a trembling voice. ''Be honest.''
''Because…'' he started and sighed before rubbing a hand down his face, loathing the scar he felt. ''Because you were having a dream.''
She was confused. He left because she was having a dream? That was strange. ''What do you mean?''
''You were having a certain type of dream. You know, where you… make noises.'' He was starting to feel agitated and tapped his fingers on his thigh.
''Like a nightmare?'' she asked, sitting up on her knees in front of him. Her hand drifted to her abdomen without thought.
Zuko's eyes traced her movement and he sucked in a breath, still coming to peace with the fact that he was going to be a parent together with the best woman in the world. ''No, not a nightmare. More like a… wet dream.''
Oh.
She remembered suddenly. She had woken up briefly during the night from a particular dream she'd had. One where they hadn't gone to sleep last night but had instead engaged in activities that currently brought a flame to her cheeks.
''I'm guessing you remember now,'' he said softly and willed himself to remain calm despite seeing the redness coating her face.
Milah cleared her throat. ''Yeah, I remember now.'' She rubbed a thumb over her stomach. ''I'm sorry you had to… hear that. I didn't mean to… to have a dream like that. It just sort of… happened.''
''I know,'' he tried to assure her. ''Don't worry about it.''
''Okay. Thanks,'' she said softly and moved a hand through her hair. She didn't dare meet his eyes, not with the way her body was responding to the air in the room. Tension was thick.
''I, eh, best get going. Tomorrow will be a long day with Aang's training,'' he said and made a move to stand up. Milah's heart screamed for her to beg him to stay and she swallowed away the sudden ache in her throat together with the plea. She didn't want him to leave. She never wanted him to leave ever again. But instead, she said hoarsely, ''Goodnight.''
''Unless…'' he started, almost too afraid to finish the question. ''Unless you want me to stay.''
Gold met blue when she looked up yet again with hopeful eyes. ''You'd do that?''
''Of course,'' he whispered and laid down once more, opening his arms for her to lay in. ''Come.''
She laid with her back to him, not completely giving in to the intimate position, but the Prince had other plans. He laid her head down on top of his arm to use as a pillow while his other arm snaked around her waist to settle his hand on her stomach, tugging her in close against his chest.
''Goodnight, Milah,'' he grunted softly in her ear.
''Goodnight, Zuko,'' she whispered back and felt herself relax instantly.
She was home.
A/N: Aaaaah I just love Milah and Zuko and everything that they do. I never want to stop writing about them. Thank you ukitakeitalialover041757 for sharing your wonderful review! I hope I will get to finish another chapter soon that will finally include some STEAMINESS. I just want them to bang again. Lol. Lots of love, Lily.