Hey everyone - thank you for your continued reviews and comments, etc. Just to assure everyone, yes I will continue with my "big" fictions after I finish this one. I have a few chapters left on this, I believe and then I will get back to New York Minute and IDKYA. Please feel free to leave me feedback on this, its encouraging to know who's reading if I'm completely honest. Thanks and lots of love!
Olivia realized just how tired she was when Noah bounced in to the room early in the morning. "Mommy," he shook her gently. Her eyes flew open; the room was still dark and she had a hard time getting a bearing on the time.
"Hi babe, good morning."
"Hi!," he greeted her again, "Trevor said I could wake you up!"
"Morning baby," Trevor greeted her from the doorway. "Sorry to wake you, but… they're going early for the m-o-v-i-e and Jen was just checking in to see if someone could go if he would like."
Olivia slowly sat up.
Trevor came to sit on the side of the bed. "I didn't ask him, I didn't know what you had decided this morning." She smiled at Trevor as he leaned over to give his sleepy girlfriend a kiss.
"Good morning my loves," she told them.
"Mommy you slept for so long, I waited for you to waked up!" Noah told her excitedly.
He climbed in to her arms for a cuddle which she cherished every single morning. She held him tightly and gave him a little squeeze with a serene look crossing her face that Trevor didn't miss.
"Honey," she began, "did you want to spend some time with Olly, Jamie and Jazz again today?," she asked her son.
"Yeah! I wanna play with them again today," he told her enthusiastically.
"Would you like to go and see a movie on the big screen at the cinema with the other kids and Trevor's brother and Jen?"
"What about you, Mommy? Are you and Trev gonna come?," he asked.
"No, Trevor and I are going to take care of some things here at the house. You'd be going just with the kids and their Mommy and Daddy. But if you don't want to, you don't have to."
"No, I wanna go to the cinema to see the movie!," he told her excitedly.
"Okay but… listen carefully to me, alright?" Noah sat up on his mother's lap and looked at her, his eyes wide and an excited smile on his face. "You have to be so well behaved because you are their guest and you can't be silly or forget your manners because they will tell me and I will come straight to pick you up."
"Okay Mommy," he nodded seriously, taking her words on board.
"So if Joey or Jen tell you to do something or ask you to stop doing something what are you going to do?," she quizzed him.
"I'm going to listen to them," he replied.
"Good boy, I'll be texting Jen and asking her if you're behaving, okay? I'm very serious."
Olivia smiled when she realized Noah was dressed. "Who helped pick your clothes out this morning?," she wondered, flicking her eyes up to meet Trevor's.
"Trevor did," he replied, looking down at his jeans and at his shirt.
"He did a good job. Have you brushed your teeth?"
"We brushed our teeth and we combed our hair, didn't we Noah?"
He nodded, grinning at him.
"They'll come and grab Noah in about 15 minutes when they leave, you can wait here and have a sleep in if you like," he told her. Before she was about to protest, Trevor spoke to Noah. "What do you think? Do you think Mom should get to relax in bed today?"
"Yeah!" Noah exclaimed, "Mommy you should sleep in, you've been working hard!"
Olivia laughed. She knew Trevor had obviously said something along the same lines to him and he was just repeating his words, but it warmed her heart. "Its okay, I don't mind getting up-"
"No, it's fine, you stay there," Trevor insisted, "I am making you breakfast, you are going to rest, love."
She sighed with a smile. "Okay, if you really, truly mean it…I won't say no."
"Come on, Noah, let's go let Jen and the kids know that you are going to go with them."
"Okay!"
"Come and give me a kiss goodbye before you leave, k?" She told her son.
/
Olivia scrolled through her phone sleepily when she heard her son's voice. "She's in here…"
"Hold on, let's knock first," the voice spoke with a lovely warm tone directed at her son. She heard the knock, "Olivia, it's me, Jen…"
"Oh, uh… come in," she called out, sitting up quickly. She smiled at the woman who stood a few inches shorter than her. She was gorgeous and maybe around the same age. She smiled warmly at Liv with her big azure eyes. Between her and the genetics that Trevor and his brother shared, their kids were just gorgeous replications of the both of them.
"Hi Jen, this is so embarrassing, I'm not really this much of a slob, I promise."
Jen laughed and waved her hand, "hey, anytime Joe tells me to sleep in and have the morning to myself, you bet I am going to take it!"
Olivia just smiled. "Trevor told me you had a really big case that you were working on for a long time that's just wound up."
She nodded and lifted her son up from beside her on the bed. She kissed his forehead. "Mommy was soooo busy with work."
"You're right, I was… but now that's over I get to have some time with my favourite people without work interruptions, right?"
"Right!" Noah agreed.
Noah looked at Jen who had taken a seat on the end of the bed, "My Mommy catches bad guys, did you know that?"
"I did know that! She does such a good job too, from what I hear, she's a hero."
Olivia laughed bashfully. "Let's not go too nuts."
"What you do is heroic, Liv, not a lot of people could do what you do. It's important not to forget that," she told her.
"Thanks," she murmured.
"We just came up to let you know that we're off to the cinema, we are really excited that Noah is joining us."
"I hope he'll be okay," Olivia said, still having some reservations. "If there's any problems, please, please call me and I'll come straight and pick him up."
"No, he will be a dream, I can tell. Noah, we're gonna have a good time, aren't we?" Jen asked him.
Noah nodded emphatically, "yeah! Mom we're gonna see a dinosaur movie and then we are gonna have a surprise lunch!"
"Oh, let me give you some money, Jen, I'm so sorry, I almost forgot."
"No! Not at all, Olivia please, its our pleasure, Olly will be so excited to have a friend to play with and we are just gonna take them out for lunch afterwards. Does Noah have any allergies before I forget?"
"No, no he's not allergic to anything, but he has an inhaler that he uses when he's a little wheezy from the pollen but so far he's been good."
"Trevor already gave me the inhaler," Jen replied. "He's really on top of it with Noah."
Olivia smiled, "I think he really cares about him and that's nice, I've not really had a partner who's included Noah as part of the package."
Jen smiled, "Let's have a drink this afternoon, you and I, some girl time, is that weird?"
Olivia laughed, "No absolutely not, it'd be such a breath of fresh air to have girl time with someone who doesn't work the same job that ends up being shop-talk."
"Great," Jen grinned at her, "I'll send you some photos and texts of Noah and the kids so you won't worry too much."
"Thank you, I appreciate that so much. If I can be really honest, I have a tough time letting go and Noah can sometimes get …" she glanced at her son, "a little anxious," she mouthed behind her hand. "But I'll tell you more about that later."
"Okay, we'll make sure he's okay. Come on Noah, we'll give Mommy a hug and then we can head off to see the movie."
Noah turned to give Olivia a hug. He wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her. Olivia chuckled and hugged him right back. "Love you my precious sweetheart. Remember what I told you earlier, okay?" She made sure he made eye contact with her and nodded.
"Remind me?," she prompted her.
"To be good," he replied, "and if Jen or Joey says I have to do something I have to do it and if they say that I have to stop doing something, then I have to stop it."
"Good boy. I love you so much Noah."
"I love YOU so much!," he grinned at her. Olivia gave him a kiss and set him on the ground beside the bed.
"Thank you Jen, I'll see you guys later this afternoon."
/
It was just on 9:30 when Trevor was able to start on breakfast. He was happy with just how his bacon was crisping up, making his mouth water too, realising how hungry he was since he had eaten a single slice of toast with Noah at around 7am.
He removed the egg rings and put the fried eggs on the plate beside the thick-cut slices of toast. He added the fried tomatoes and the hash browns that his sister-in-law had gifted, uncooked. He loved his sister-in-law for all the amazing food she seemed to always bring.
Two plates loaded up and small bottle of orange juice each, Trevor put them both carefully on the tray with a gorgeous single dahlia, after learning it was her favourite flower.
He made his way upstairs and found Olivia curled on to her side, her hands prayer-like beneath her cheek looking at peace. He couldn't help but to smile as he set the tray down on the dresser.
He lifted a hand and rested it on her arm, leaning over to kiss her cheek. "Liv…" he whispered, kissing her temple. "Wake up, baby…"
Her eyes opened and she gave a stretch, rolling to her back to find him behind her. Immediately a smile came to her face, "morning again…"
"Good morning… I have breakfast for us…" he smiled. "I hope you're hungry."
Olivia slowly sat up, realising that she could smell food. Not just any food, but a full breakfast. Trevor went to the dresser and grabbed the large tray and put it down over her lap, Olivia assisting with standing up the legs.
"Oh my goodness…" she yawned, "Trevor his is amazing," she grinned at him. "No one has ever brought me breakfast in bed," she lifted the flower and smelled the sweet scent of it, "this is so good, thank you!"
"You're welcome, I thought I would eat with you and then clean up and come back and laze about with you for a little while."
"I actually feel incredibly rude still being in bed," she admitted.
"Nope! This is your holiday, you worked so hard and on very little sleep, this is your body's time to catch up and eat proper home-cooked meals every night."
"Thanks Trevor…" she smiled. "I actually made loose plans to have a few drinks with Jen later, is that okay?"
Trevor laughed as he took his own plate and sat down next to her, "of course that's okay, I love that. Joey and I will take the kids to the pool or to play in the river and let you guys have some time to yourselves."
Olivia looked down at her food and then back up at him. "Trev, you're a very good person, you know that?," she informed him.
"Thanks Liv…" he smiled gratefully as he reached over, caressing her hair. "That's kind of you to say."
"I just wanted to acknowledge it, that's all. I don't trust a lot of people with Noah, but I do trust you with him and by extension, what I've seen from Jen and Joey and their kids, I trust them too."
"I'm glad to hear that. I would never do anything to overstep or treat him badly, I hope you know."
"I know… if anything, I'm starting to believe that you're one hundred percent genuine that you like spending time with him."
Trevor laughed as he picked up a piece of bacon and took a small bite, "You're starting to believe?" He was mockingly incredulous about it, but he genuinely understood.
She laughed too, "I mean, a lot of people talk the talk but I guess I'm starting to see that you're just as happy with him wanting to hang out with you and doting on you, it's really nice to watch you develop a relationship with him."
"I'm glad you feel that way but I understand your need to also feel protective," he replied, taking a forkful of food.
"You're going to make a good Dad one day," she said with a smile.
"Yeah?," he looked at her, questioning with his eyes what she might have meant by such a loaded statement.
"Yeah and until you find the right woman, I'll stick around," she winked.
Trevor started to laugh, "Olivia benson, you think you're very funny, don't you?"
She cut a little bit of her bacon and egg and took a mouthful of food, raising her eyebrow cheekily at him, a tight-lipped smile upon her face. "Yes, because I am."
"Uhuh," he grinned, opening his orange juice, taking a sip. "So. You think we might have some kids?," he asked, knowing it was far too early and neither of them were in any right frame of mind to be discussing it for real.
"Maybe, who knows?," she shrugged, "maybe we will adopt? Maybe we'll get a dog, maybe your animals on the farm are your babies."
He smiled at her non-answer. "Maybe," he agreed, "you're right about one thing though, the animals really are my babies. There's a piglet that I adore called Maple. I am thinking of keeping her as a pet."
Olivia laughed. "Do you realise the absurdity of you telling me this while you're literally gnawing on a piece of bacon. It's borderline psychopathic."
He laughed, "you're right, its weird… but I stopped eating pork in every capacity except bacon, it's so hard to give up and yet I have this terrible internal crisis about it."
"What if we both stop eating it, I'll stop if you stop."
"Really?," she loved how his eyes lit up. She was willing to forgo something for him, to make something a little easier on him.
"Really, I don't mind. If it's something that is a struggle for you in an ethical sense, then yeah of course, I'll jump on board," she agreed. "But let's not waste what we have," she said as she sat with him, enjoying her breakfast.
/
"Did you sleep good last night?," he wanted to know.
"It was a little hard to fall asleep, not used to the silence, I'm used the Manhattan chaos," she smiled as she finished up with everything on her plate, leaving a little juice, taking the bottle and putting it on her bedside.
Trevor smiled.
"But once I fell asleep, it was so peaceful," she told him. "Even when I had to get up with Noah briefly, I fell asleep just as quick when I came back to bed."
"I would have got up for you," he told her.
"I know, but he might not have calmed down for you. He will though, it'll just take some time for that sort of stuff."
He nodded with understanding. "I get it… all this stuff will take time. For you too." He glanced at both their empty plates, "I am gonna take these plates downstairs and wash up real quick and I'm gonna come back to bed and snuggle with you before I go feed the animals," he promised.
"I can come and help you…" she suggested.
"Nope," he shook his head, "you just lay there and look pretty and I'll take care of things."
She laughed. "K, thanks baby."
/
Olivia got up and brushed her teeth and washed her face and moisturised while Trevor was downstairs cleaning up. She got back in to bed and watched a few little videos on her phone. She started to feel her eyelids get heavy again when she got a text.
It was Jen. Hey Liv, got your number from Trevor earlier. We got to town a little early so we are just letting the kids have a little run around on the jungle gym to get rid of a little energy. We're about to get some snacks for the kids and we'll see the movie."
A photo followed of Noah and Olly on the swings.
Olivia smiled.
Thanks so much Jen! Look how sweet they are. Thanks for the update. Be sure to pull Noah in line if he misbehaves. I don't think he will, he's usually an angel for everyone else. But, just in case…Thank you!
Jen replied again telling her that Noah had been an angel.
She tossed her phone aside and closed her eyes again. She knew she should get up, but she rolled over on to her stomach, cuddling the pillow with both of her arms as she slept, burying her face in to it.
/
Trevor felt for her, he was sure it was the task force work that was catching up with her. It was after 10, he knew she never allowed herself to ever sleep in that late unless she was on night shift.
He felt for how little sleep she had been getting and still trying her best to be a present mother. She had a lot to of hats to wear and he was just happy that she was getting a decent rest.
He kicked off his socks and dressed down to his boxers and got in to bed with her. She stirred a little and scooted closer to him. He put an arm over her and kissed her forehead. He stroked her hair, unable to keep his hands to himself. All he wanted was for her to wake up so he could talk to her and kiss her and start their day despite realising how selfish it was.
He felt bad when she opened her eyes, "Morning again," she mumbled.
"Morning, sweetie, you can keep sleeping, I'm just happy laying here with you," he told her.
"No, it's okay… I've slept enough." He kissed her forehead again. She turned to face him and got close and put an arm around him, curling in to his chest. "Mmmm this is nice," she murmured.
"It is," he agreed. There was some silence for a few moments before he heard her yawn and eventually let go. She stretched out straight and laid flat on her back and stared at the ceiling. "Thanks for letting me sleep in."
"You're welcome."
"And thank you for the amazing breakfast in bed."
"Again, you're most welcome," he replied.
He raised himself up on his elbow, propping up his weight and placed his hand on the side of her face as she turned her head to look at him. She smiled and how he loved her not-so-early-morning, fresh glow. He felt a little flutter as he caressed her face until his hand stopped, resting at the base of her neck. "Yeahhhhh…" he murmured wistfully, "I am really fucking head-over-heels in love with you…"
She smiled at him, "I am too, I am so in love with you…" he leaned over her, letting his lips meet hers. He planted a lingering kiss and then another at the corner of her mouth and until he was leaving a trail of moist spots, himself upon her.
She reached up, covering his hand with hers for the moment, turning her face to allow for more room for his kisses. She felt his hand slipping down over the bare skin of her collarbone, his fingers buried some of the way beneath the silk of her red button-down pajama top.
Instantly her senses pinged alive. "Mm, that feels nice," she told him as he laid an open-mouthed kiss just below her ear. She reached out for him, linking an arm over his waist, drawing him closer. He surveyed her closed eyes and the slight smile upon her lips as he kissed her mouth again, letting his tongue explore hers.
He felt her hand on his bare skin slowly grazing the dip of his spine. It caused him to straighten out beside her. He kissed her slowly in a series of long, passionate and lingering kisses, realizing that there was absolutely no time constraints upon either of them. They didn't have a child who could run in to the room at any time, it was quiet and they were alone and Olivia wasn't the only one who was just ready to take things a little further.
Her hands traveled over his skin, exploring the muscular terrain of his body. Her movement was slow and languid and it felt good. She couldn't help herself, she let her hands settle after gliding them over his backside. Comically, she gave his sweet cheeks a squeeze.
"Ouch!" He let out a laugh, breaking their kiss. They both began to laugh together. He pressed his forehead against hers for a moment as their silliness subsided. "Sorry," she apologised, rubbing his backside better.
It felt nice to laugh with her but he was ready for things to get more serious. He gave her another kiss, looking in to her eyes as he pulled away. "Love you," he murmured.
"Love you too," she whispered back, feeling his hand slowly make its way around the v-of her top. She internally hoped for him to make a move to take things a little further. His fingertips danced lightly along, following the shape of the silk down toward her chest to the buttons in the middle.
With two fingers, he deftly undone the top button; moving slowly so that she could protest if she wanted.
She wasn't about to protest, it was what she wanted and she needed him to be very aware of that. She felt him undo a second button. He kissed her eagerly and passionately and began his descent down her jaw to her neck again, letting his hand find its way beneath the silk.
Olivia gasped as she felt his hand covering her breast, his fingertips brushing against the hardened bead of her nipple. "Fuck," she cursed out loud as he explored her, his mouth covering her neck, working on the same spot, massaging his tongue against her flesh, leaving his mark.
She could barely stand to move; she yielded to him, letting him explore her, caressing the part of her that she was most proud of; her chest. It was the part of her that always garnered the most compliments from men - the part of her that had managed to mostly defy the laws of gravity despite her age.
Trevor could feel her body responding to his touch, just the same way his was. He could feel his erection pressing in to her thigh but it couldn't be helped, not with the handful of her that he'd indulged himself, nor the way her fingers pressed in to his own flesh. He knew exactly what he wanted; he wanted to see her in the morning light of the bedroom.
"Liv?," he lifted his head momentarily.
"Yeah?" She replied, breathless and hopeful that he wasn't about to stop.
"You need to lose that top, I need to see these amazing tits…" he told her with a little laugh.
She laughed too, kissing his lips. She was more than happy to lose the silk top that hung open to one side. He moved off of her, allowing her to lift her body up from the pillow slightly. She went to undo her own buttons, but he pushed her hands away.
"Let me…" he let go of her for the second and raised himself up so that he could concentrate on the small white buttons. Olivia watched him; he concentrated hard, focusing as if he had a task of great importance. And it was to him, seeing Olivia naked was very much an important task to him.
He paused as he popped each button undone to kiss her, wondering if he was going to witness any insecurity or if she would be entirely comfortable with him. As the last button came undone, Olivia shrugged out of her pajama top and looked up at him, waiting for his reaction to surveying her bare chest.
"Yep," he said with as he appraised her with an approving nod, "yep, just as I suspected, best boobs ever," he winked, noticing the pink hue bloom across her cheeks.
"Yeah?," she grinned at him with a little laugh, "They're okay? They pass the Trevor Langan tick of approval?," she teased.
"Definitely. With flying colours…" she didn't seem to mind him brazenly oggling her. He couldn't help but stare, she had two perfect, round globes resting against her chest. "I bet the rest of you looks just as delicious," he replied leaning toward her to kiss her again. She laid back against the pillow feeling his hands find their way to her body.
He got a little more comfortable as Olivia made a little space between her legs for him to kneel between. She raised her knees to peaks, knowing that it wouldn't be long before she wanted to wrap her thighs around him. Olivia tipped her head back, letting out a soft sigh as his hands explored the curve of her flesh, letting his fingers tease the most sensitive parts of her; the pad of his thumb making a circular motion over the hard peaks.
He kissed his way down her collarbone, his tongue swiping at her skin and his beard tickling her, causing her to anticipate things that she hadn't really given much thought to previously.
She cursed in to the air and buried her hands in his thick curls as took her breast in his mouth, still teasing at the other with the flat of his palm and the light touch of his fingertips, intoxicating her and making her a little woozy with pleasure and need.
She rolled her hips against him involuntarily, getting a feel for his erection pressing against her core. He reached down for a moment, steadying her by holding her hip firmly against the mattress without skipping a beat.
She couldn't help but to take pleasure in the fact that the way she was moving beneath him was a little too much for him to handle. When he was satisfied she wasn't going to move her hips again, he re-found her breast. His tongue circled her nipple, grazing over the peak, paying special attention to how her body responded to him.
She quivered beneath him and sighed as her chest heaved in and out with urges yet to be satisfied.
He kissed his way a little farther down until his mouth was on her tummy. She sucked it in, anticipating each kiss, his beard tickling her, causing a smile to surface on her face as her eyes clamped shut, feeling his hands at her waist again. He pulled at the silk of her shorts, pulling them down until he could see the lace that matched the bra she had taken off the night before right as she was about to sleep.
She lifted her backside and allowed him to pull them down and rub his hands along her thighs, enjoying the skin-to-skin contact. He kissed his way around her tummy, swirling his tongue around her navel making her hum his name beneath her breath with great pleasure.
"Trevor come here…" she told him, reaching for his hand. He was a little confused but let her pull him up toward her. He kissed her mouth, wondering if she was pulling the plug on things but she simply pushed him gently off of her until she had him halfway on his back.
She was able to see him properly, shirtless in his tiny tight black boxer-briefs that left absolutely no part of him to her imagination. Shucking the blankets off her, she glanced at him with a playful expression. "Can you… get rid of your pants?," she asked.
Without a word, he pushed them down his thighs past his knees and kicked his underwear off. "I thought you'd never ask…" he murmured.
She drew closer, smoothing her hand slowly down his stomach until she reached his waist, exploring further down south. Trevor realised very quickly what was happening when he felt her soft hand gripping him. His breath caught in his throat and he stared in to her eyes, a little surprised but feeling very, very grateful.
"You don't have to-" he started but she cut him off with her mouth crushing against his. He felt her hand gliding up and down his shaft, exploring his erection, not leaving any part of untouched. He groaned in to her mouth loudly feeling her fingers grazing over the head of his penis.
She laughed as she pulled away for a moment, letting him concentrate on the pleasure, burying his face in to her the warmth of her neck. "Do you want me to go down?," she asked softly, expecting him to jump at the opportunity, but Trevor wasn't the same as every other man she'd been with who wanted to grab her hair or use a little force to guide her in to doing whatever it was that they wanted.
"No," he he murmured, "I want to put my hands inside those sexy pants and see how much you want me and then I want to slide my cock in you and make you come so hard that your entire body and your entire mind will be thanking you."
It was his tone, confident without being boastful and so direct without any air of insecurity. It was gratifyingly sexy and alone had her body on fire for him.
"Mmmmm…" she hummed, "please, be my guest."
"You look so fucking beautiful," he confessed loudly as if in disbelief. He caressed her thighs, trying hard to concentrate as she continued to stroke his erect member.
Her hand paused, stationery as if her brain had short-circuited when his fingers ran down to her knee and back up again, feeling her slowly but surely opening her legs and perhaps it was involuntary, but it was making it hard for him to resist exploring the inside of her legs until he met with her core.
He kissed her lips gently, "and I really want you," he glanced down, making a point of watching his own hand slide up the inside of her knee, his fingertips were light as a feather. He made eye contact with her again. She leaned in and kissed him.
"So do it, I'm all yours, love."
The space between her legs widened. He watched as his hand disappeared at the juncture of her thighs, finding its way beneath the lace of her underwear, down past the elastic waist. He wanted to do it right so he grabbed her hand at his erection and gently pushed it away.
She leaned her head against him, kissing his jaw and his ears, making a show of sighing with pleasure right in to his ear as he made contact with the spot between her legs.
"Tell me," he commanded gently, "is this what you want?"
"Yeah," she murmured, her voice fried as it came from her throat almost as a moan when his fingers slid inside of her. "Yeah, I just want you…"
"Baby, you are so wet," he informed her like it was possible that she didn't know.
"Because you're such a fucking turn on," she replied as her eyes fell shut as he moved deeper, slowly in and out of her, wanting her to enjoy every tiny nerve ending firing off tiny little explosions throughout her body.
It seemed to be working as he eyed the way her body reacted, the arch of her back when he was deep inside of her, the way her hips moved so slightly that he knew once he buried his erection within her, her hips would be rolling against him, meeting his thrusts and enjoying their first experience together.
She felt the kind of delight akin to floating on water, swirling in her lower stomach starting to spread like a ripple effect throughout her whole body. She remembered to breathe, in and out, she had to coach herself, trying not to overthink how she may have looked and how he may have been perceiving her.
She felt his lips on hers, his fingers curling inside of her, slow and teasing and looking for the place within her that would take her to that next level. His touch was light and firm and the most important of all, consistent.
She dared to open her eyes, confronted by his stare; a slight smile showed faintly upon his delicious lips. She averted her eyes bashfully. "Don't stare at me," she reached up and covered her own face.
Trevor chuckled and pulled her hand away from her face. "Why?," he asked softly, planting a lingering kiss upon her lips before she could answer. His exceptional, exhilarating, flawless skills working inside of her made it hard for her to summon up a proper response. "I love looking at you, you're gorgeous and I just want you to enjoy yourself."
"I very much am," she murmured.
"I can see that," he smiled, kissing her again, realising as her thighs jutted that he'd just found that sweet spot just inside her opening. A throaty moan was released in to the air as he circled the spot with the pad of his thumb just to be sure.
"Fuck…" she cursed.
"Is that a good 'fuck?'," he asked, playfully. He wanted her to be honest. He wanted to know when it was good for her.
"It hopefully will be," she managed to joke as her hips bucked when he hit the spot again. He laughed.
She felt a more intense sensation simmering throughout her body, threatening to bubble over until she couldn't take it anymore. Her breathing became shorter gasps of pleasure. She grabbed a handful of the bedsheets, twisting them in between her fingers as she reached with her free hand to grab on to Trevor's shoulder; something to cling to.
"Do you have-" her sentence was clipped when the feeling of a pending orgasm seemed to overwhelm her for a second until he backed off, sensing that she was on the edge.
"If you wanna come, come," his lips were on her ear lobe and his words vibrated through her. His low tone almost spurred her on.
"No-" she protested, "I want you inside of me," she blurted out, turning her head to look at him. She needed him. It had been awhile and the desire to have his hard member submerged inside of her where his fingers were, was pure wanton desire. The idea of him sliding inside of her and filling her up made her body shiver with anticipation. "Do you have protection?"
"Of course," he replied not wanting to disappoint. They kissed urgently for a few moments, his tongue darting in to her mouth with passion as his lips worked against hers as he drew his hand from between her legs and caressed her skin.
She touched him again, wrapping her hand around his erection, sliding her thumb across his head, "Shit, Liv…" he chuckled, letting his eyes close for a moment as the rush passed.
"Get the protection," she commanded gently between kisses.
Not having to be asked twice, he rolled over to his own bedside table and opened the drawer. He reached in, feeling around for the box of condoms.
"Always prepared, huh?," she teased, running her hand through her hair, letting herself have just a minute to catch her breath.
"I didn't want to assume but…" he paused, "I just wanted to be prepared-" he hoped she wasn't upset. But, she had asked.
She smiled at him, "Its okay, I'm glad you're prepared. Both of us would be really fucking frustrated right now if you weren't…" She reached over him as he shut the drawer. She kissed his mouth as he laid back for a second against the pillow. She reached for the gold square wrapper in his hand and took it from him.
She broke their kiss and ripped it open and let him take the wrapper and put it aside. "Do you want me to…"
"No, I know what I'm doing," she flashed him a smile and they both shared a light laugh, but Trevor was absolutely anticipating her hands on him and he wasn't disappointed. He tried to wait patiently, but he was more than ready to make good on his earlier promise.
"Okay," she murmured, suddenly feeling a little awkward. She laid back down beside him. "What did you want me to do?"
He smiled faintly at her sweetness - her cheeks had pinked at her own question. "What do I want you to do?," he repeated, "I want you to tell me exactly what position works the best for you and I'll adjust accordingly."
"Fucckkkkkk," she cursed in frustration, "come on Trevor, why do you have to be so fucking sweet and sexy…"
For a brief second he'd panicked, but realised she was laughing. "Fuck, Liv," he laughed too, "I thought you were about to tell me off… I just want you to be comfortable so tell me, do you want me to get on top? Do you want to roll over? Do you want me to stand on my hand —you tell me?"
She cracked a smile. "Just get on top of me and we'll work it out," she replied with resignation. She didn't feel insecure about her body very much, but she wasn't about to climb on top of him yet either.
She made space for him between her legs just as she had a short while earlier. She felt a feeling engulf her entire body as he slide his penis inside of her at a torturously slow speed. She gasped as her fullness became apparent the further he buried himself inside of her. He slipped his hands beneath her back, sliding up until they were behind her neck and head, holding her as he pushed the rest of the way into her. She breathed slow, trying to savour every inch of him.
He held her as he began to roll his hips slow, keeping up his game of making her burn with anticipation that welled from within her walls. She sighed with another curse word. "You're okay?," he asked, kissing her sweetly, "I'm not hurting you?"
She opened her eyes to find him surveying the smoothness of her skin and wanting to bathe in her adoring gaze. "You feel good, it feels right," she replied with a nod and a smile.
"I really fucking love you," he told her, kissing her again.
"I love you too," she murmured, appreciating his tenderness with her. She recognised that it'd been awhile for him as well as for her and it helped to know that the man she was intimate with was mindful of those things. She liked that he checked in on her, that he didn't assume.
She knew men who assumed led to terrible sex.
She wrapped her arms around him, sliding them beneath his arms, holding on to him, her grip loosening and tightening again each time he moved deeply within her.
Ordinarily someone on top of her made her feel a little unsafe; trapped and if nothing else, a little panicky, but she felt refreshingly good - there was no tiny bit of her that felt worried. Maybe it was the gentleness of his fingers lightly caressing the back of her neck as he thrust within her as she was able to meet his movements like a dance where he was leading.
She didn't have to tell him what she wanted, he seemed to pick up on what her body needed and desired. She felt his thrusts hitting a little harder, a little deeper. Each time he entered her, she felt the thick tip of his cock grazing against the small spot that made her want him to go deeper and harder and faster so that she could fall over the edge of the sensations that it caused; intoxicating and far past trying to concentrate.
She went with it. Trevor loved that she put in as much effort from beneath him and as his speed picked up, so did hers. When he thrust hard, he lifted her backside off of the bed and her hips met his, crushing against one another as a moan escaped her throat, guttural and full of need.
He craved her so deeply, an urge he hadn't experienced with any other woman. He loved her so much and concentrated on being able to last until she had an orgasm.
They moved together in the one position, Olivia's urgency seemed to grow as she became a little more vocal, bringing Trevor just that little closer to his release. He loved listening to her pleasure. "I'm so close," she murmured, the sensation pooling from her centre, spreading out like warmth throughout her body — the main focus was how deeply he was hitting, reaching a place that made her brain cease to function.
"Go for it, love," he murmured, sliding his hand from behind her neck, feeling her grabbing at his skin. He curled his hand around the curve of her breast, pushing her breast upward, guiding it to his mouth, trying to multi task. He brought the peak of her nipple between his lips, circling the hardness with his tongue.
He knew she was unraveling, he could feel it and hear it. Her body became a little more rigid, her muscles were tightening and he was glad, because with each new thrust he was closer and closer to coming.
He let go of her breast and cupped her cheek in his hand and kissed her passionately as she tried her best not to moan with ecstasy as her body tensed and her walls tightened around him. Trevor could feel her contracting around him each time she tensed, her body jutting around, relaxing and tensing again over and over as the orgasm passed through her.
"Breathe," he reminded her with a little laugh as he thrusted another time, deeply again, knowing exactly what he was doing as her backside lifted. Her body shuddered and her head lolled from side to side with fulfilment and gratification.
He felt it too as he continued to thrust with dire urgency, desperate to go deeper despite knowing that he was as far inside her as he could be, feeling their hips crashing together messily and now a little off rhythm, but it didn't matter because the sensation overtook him.
It was Trevor's turn to elicit a moan from somewhere deep within him as he came hard, burying himself within her, tensing just the way she had until every little drop of him emptied out and the only sounds between them was the heavy breathing of them trying to recover from what had just taken place. He kissed her cheek, her jaw, her nose and then her lips, sliding his tongue between them, this time with less urgency.
She hummed against his mouth as his hands caressed her bare shoulders and his thighs finally stopped twitching. He took her face in his hands and let the kisses ease off until he was planting little pecks.
His eyes searched hers, both of their chests rising and falling, catching their breath. "You okay?"
She grinned at him and nodded. "It was great…" she lifted a hand from his back and sighed with contentment as she covered her arm over her forehead, pooped. "I'm spent…" she laughed.
He laughed too. "What about you?," she asked, "you okay?"
"I'm … amazing," he replied.
"Yes you are," she quipped. He laughed and took a deep breath and let it out slow. He moved from between her legs, rolling back on to the mattress.
"Don't move a muscle, I'll be one second."
He was such a gentlemen about everything, she thought, not drawing any attention to the fact that he wanted to discard his protection, none of it was a big deal and she couldn't wait for him to cuddle her. Sometimes the after-sex part was the time she felt most scared and vulnerable, afraid that a man would leave.
He returned only a few moments later, still standing stark naked and a little smile on his face as he saw her covered over by the bed sheets. "You look so sweet, your cheeks are so pink…"
She stifled a coy smile and rolled in to the pillow, "don't look at me," she laughed, a little embarrassment filling her.
"What?," he chuckled, "why not? He climbed over her, his knees on either side of her hips. He took her wrists gently. "Look at me…"
She uncovered her face, slowly turning to him. "Don't be silly," he pushed, "come on, look at me," She faced him, trying to remain serious and not at all bashful.
"I love you," he said with seriousness, "and I hope we have so many mornings or nights like this together…"
"Me too," she replied. "It was perfect."
He smiled. "I sound like a broken record but goodness woman, you are so beautiful…" he said as if he was sighing out his words. As if her looks were some how unbelievable. He always made her feel incredibly special, building her up. Even when they were more casual, it was the way he eyed her and he never flinched when he told her she was gorgeous, or the way he would sometimes catch up with her on a stressful day and she would apologise for not looking her best; he would always give her a strange look and immediately assure her that she was perfect; stunning, even.
"Thank you for always telling me…"
"You deserve to hear it," he answered. "And it'll never lose its meaning because…" a smile surfaced faintly, "every time I look at you, I just get consumed by how grateful I am to have found someone who is not just beautiful on the outside but … even more beautiful on the inside."
"I feel the same," she agreed. She reached up and stroked his beard, "how did I manage to score this face?," she asked rhetorically, "and how you treat me and how you treat Noah… and not to mention that body…" she added with a tease giving him a look from bare chest to waist and back up to meet his eyes. A grin spreading across her mouth. "Who definitely is very aware of how to use it right."
He laughed, "Now you're embarrassing me."
"Honestly, you've never ever had sex with me before and still you managed to know how I like it and how to make me feel so good."
"Wow, I'm very glad to hear that. I promise it'll only get better."
"Well, I'm satisfied… I hope that post-sex glow follows me through the day," she laughed.
"I can give you a top up whenever you want…" he joked. "But, you're right actually, you do have a lovely glow."
"That's probably happens when you haven't had sex in …" she paused, thinking about it, "no, I don't even want to say," she laughed, "it's been way, way too long."
He smiled, "so maybe the sex wasn't so amazing, it might just be that you were deprived for so long…"
"Oh," she shook her head, "that's not the case, I know bad sex," she laughed, "I know a lot of bad sex, unfortunately. And you, Trevor, did not provide a bad experience— quite the contrary."
He smirked, crawling up over her and nuzzling his face in to her collarbone, planting some loud, over-the-top smooches making her laugh and shrug him away. "Get off me you big goon," she pushed him away playfully until he flopped beside her.
"So… what's the plan? What do you want to do?"
"Well… probably a shower," he told her, "and then you can chill out and take it easy while I go see the piglets and feed them and have a cuddle and then I need to take the three-wheeler out to the woods and find some firewood, Joe is out of it and I stole from his pile yesterday morning… but you can relax and hang out and have some time to read or whatever if you don't want to come…."
"Noooo," she shook her head, "I really wanna come and do stuff with you on the farm, like a true farm girl," she whined.
Trevor grinned at her, "Awe, Liv, you need to stop being so cute or you're going to make it so hard for me to keep my hands off you when I need to complete chores," he joked.
She laughed. "Okay, so let's shower?"
"Yeah, shower, get some snacks together, make sure you bring your phone because you want your updates on Noah," he reminded her.
"Yeah, I'll make sure to have it, we'll have phone service, right?"
He nodded.
"Okay, you shower first-
"How about we shower together if you're comfortable." He flashed her a little smile, "I could help you wash." He flicked his eyebrows comically, making her roll her eyes.
"Come on then, let's get this show on the road."
/
"How's this?" She twirled for him.
Trevor grinned. Olivia had descended the stairs in a pair of dark blue jeans, a white tank top and a red gingham flannel shirt that he had loaned her. He loved that she didn't bother to button it up. "Do I look like a cow girl?"
He laughed at how much the novelty had pleased her. "Yeah, but you're missing a hat and you'll definitely want a hat, the heat out is worse than yesterday." He went to the hat rack and brought back his ten gallon hat and carefully placed it on her head. "There," he appraised her, "now you've got the look…"
She laughed. "Jen just texted me to say that the kids are really absorbed in the movie and not one of them have been disruptive."
"That's so great," he remarked. "Do you feel a little relaxed about him being with them?"
"Yeah, we had a nice quick chat this morning, I know Noah is going to have a fantastic time. He will be raving about it for days."
"I hope so. I love that already he's made friends with Olly and the girls and he's not bored."
"Me too," Olivia agreed.
She slipped her phone in to her pocket as they got to the front door. Trevor was wearing jeans too, a white tank and his own brown gingham flannel. She smiled, realising as he pulled his boots on at the door that they matched. He reached down to pick up a backpack he'd placed by the door. "What's in there?," she inquired.
"Well, I didn't want a repeat of yesterday when you almost passed out on me, I have some granola bars, water and a couple of other things…" he waited patiently for her to put on her boots before he opened the door. He held his hand out, his palm facing the sky, "you ready?"
"Yep!"
/
They arrived a short walk from the house to an old shed. Trevor let go of her hand and showed her his three-wheeler bike that he used for getting around the property if he didn't feel much like walking. "We're gonna just hook up a trailer to the back and we'll go down to the pig pen first…"
"Okay great."
"Wanna know a weird fact about me?," he asked as he moved around looking for a few things before dragging a small trailer that looked like it was built specifically for his bike.
"Of course, tell me…"
"I'm a sucker for animals and besides dogs, the pigs are my favourite."
"Really?," she asked with a little smile. "What do you love about them?"
"They're so smart, I've taught Maple and the others some tricks," he explain pulling the trailer over the towing hook, "could you just hold this in place for me while I latch it?"
Olivia made her way over and squatted down to hold the trailer over the tow ball. "What kind of tricks?," she smiled to herself, imagining him spending so much time playing with the piglets.
"Just simple stuff, sitting, shaking hands, twirling, begging…" he chuckled, "I know, I know, I'm pathetic."
She glanced up at him and shook her head, "you definitely are not," she replied. "What else? What else draws you in?"
"I think they're adorable and if you have a good bond with them, they are affectionate love cuddles and scratches and have great personalities. You'll see. There's three piglets at the moment. I tried to breed dwarf pigs because I really want one as a pet."
Olivia laughed but she knew he was serious. He finished latching the tow "The problem is, someone can tell you its a dwarf pig but you have no real way of knowing they're telling the truth until you will either have a 90-200 pound pig or a 700 pound pig," he explained.
"Seven hundred pounds? Really? That's a normal sized pig?"
"Yep! That's about standard. He secured the trailer and put the keys in the ignition that he'd had hidden in a cupboard by the wall. "Okay, I'm gonna get on first and you're gonna hop on behind me, is that okay?"
Olivia nodded. Trevor got on the bike and reached for her hand to help her on. Olivia took a seat behind him. "I'm not gonna get up to a high speed so you should be safe."
"But I think I want to hang on to you with all of me anyway," she replied from behind him, taking her hat off and tossing it in to the trailer behind her. It was too hard to hug his body against hers. She slid her arms around him and held on tight as he steered out of the shed.
He got off the bike for a second to close the shed door. He came back to Olivia and smiled at her. He rested a hand on her shoulder and kissed her lips softly. "Okay let's go hang out with Maple and the rest of the piggies."
She couldn't resist him when he showed his gentle side, when he talked about his animals and how much he loved them. It was sweet. She was a lover of animals too and was excited that they were able to share it in common.
"I can't wait," she replied, embracing him once again as they took off down a crude dirt path that he'd worn in from so many years of following the same track to the pig pen and then further on to the edge of the forest for some firewood.
Trevor held on to the handlebars and enjoyed the slight breeze blowing through his hair and the feel of Olivia's arms wrapped tightly around his waist. It was the ultimate feeling of contentment. After a few minutes he felt Olivia's cheek resting on his warm back.
Once they got to the pig pens, Trevor slowed down to a stop. Olivia lifted her head and waited for him to turn the trike off. "How was that?," he asked her, looking over his shoulder.
"Fun," she replied with a grin, feeling light and content with her man.
He got off and waited for her, helping her off too. "Come on, beautiful. I hope you love piglets."
"I've not had a lot of experience to be quite honest," she laughed, "but I'm open to loving the piggies as you so adorably called them."
He took her hand and guided her in to the shed. Immediately he heard the squealing of the three piglets. They were happy to see him as was their mother - the four of them came to the fence.
Trevor grinned and let go of Liv's hand, making his way over to them. "Hi my girls!," he greeted them. "I have your corn maize and I have my other girl to meet you."
Olivia came to his side so she could see the piglets closer. "Oh my gosh, they're so cute!"
"This is Maple," he told her, pointing to the fleshy-pink runt. "And the other two, the black spotted one is … shockingly called Spotty," he laughed, "and this little girl here," he pointed to the brown one, "this is Waffles… Jazz named her," he said to explain. "And Mama piggy, we just call… well, I call her Mama by force of habit."
"Holy shit, you are so cute," Olivia told him, glancing up at him with a smile as he had become animated talking about the pigs. "Also, its alarming to me that you called a pig Maple as in the syrup you plan to pour over her…"
"Never," he said seriously. "I just think its cute…" he unlatched the gate and motioned for her to go in. "Just keep your fingers out of Mama's face. She's very placid and she loves people, but she doesn't know you yet, I don't want you to get hurt."
"Okay," Olivia replied uneasily. "Is she going to be okay with us touching the piglets?"
"Yeah, I'm gonna feed them first and depending on how she is, I could put her in to the next stall."
"Aww no, don't separate her from her babies. I only want to handle them if she's okay with it and if they're okay with it," she replied to Trevor as they closed the pen gate behind them.
They came to Trevor, immediately excited. He grinned, "Hiiiiii babies!," he crooned softly, getting down to his haunches, letting them nuzzle him while Olivia stood back. He petted them all and then rose back to his feet. "Okay, let me feed them… and then we can sit down here, that's kinda what I like to do."
Olivia smiled and watched him leave the pen to go and organise their food. He promised to be back. Olivia took her phone from her pocket and took some photographs of the piglet's that squealed and oinked hungrily, knowing very well what time it was.
Trevor filled up their troughs and watched them muscle each other out of the way until they all found their place. She watched him as he grinned happily, making sure the rest of the pen was okay; that their water was full and everything was fresh.
He cleaned up the mess left from the food and came back to sit beside Olivia who had found two bails of hay to sit on. "Is this too gross for you, or is it okay?," he asked, wondering if this life was maybe a little too hands-on for her.
"No, it's kind of fun, I think I feel a little useless and I think because I don't have much experience with farm animals, I'm a little scared to just … pet them or get involved. I don't want to lose fingers or do the wrong thing," she explained.
He found her hand and slid his fingers between hers. "I know… but I guess, I'm just testing the waters with you because I'm here quite a lot, a lot of weekends I spend here and not that I expect you to upend your life or anything, but I just need you to know that this part of my life is really important to me."
"I am coming to realise that," she smiled, "I can see you're really passionate about this place and I love that, this is a really beautiful farm and it's peaceful and … romantic…"
Trevor smiled, staring at her, trying to figure out if there was a 'but' coming. "Do you think that you could see yourself spending a little more time here with me? You and Noah?"
She nodded, "Yeah, I think so… work can be kind of hard to manage sometimes, but we've made do up until now, right?"
"Right," he agreed, "I know it also depends on how well Noah takes to being here too," he added, "but for me its peace and I feel an instant sense of… I don't know…" he paused, thinking for a second.
"Calm?" Olivia supplied. "You feel calm?"
"Yeah… absolutely."
"I felt calm too, the second we arrived, despite that anxiousness of Noah vomiting on you," she laughed.
Trevor laughed too, "that was just unfortunate food choices and a little boy sitting in a car going through the mountains. We can just prepare him next time with some car sickness meds."
Olivia nodded, "Yeah, I really would like to get back on your horse at some stage," she admitted, "I was a bit scared yesterday, but it was really nice."
It made him happy to hear her admission. "We can do it later if you like?"
"Yeah that sounds very nice, and then maybe we could go horseback riding again too," she joked with a cheeky laugh.
Trevor's mouth dropped, realising that she was making a dirty joke. "You're disgusting, Olivia benson!" They both laughed.
"No but for real, I wouldn't mind riding Rusty again. I have water and snacks this time," she winked at him.
"And I made you a sandwich too," he added, giving her a little nudge in the side.
"Awww," she reached up his face, taking his chin in her palm and guided his face a little closer to hers so she could press her mouth against his. "I love your kindness and thoughtfulness, it's so…" she paused, looking for the right word, "it's so beautiful and heart warming." She kissed him again. "I love you."
He sighed heavily. "I just fucking adore you," he murmured, caressing her hair. "I hope that you really will fall in love with this place too and maybe one day we could have a life here as well as Manhattan."
Olivia smiled faintly, "I hope so too, it would actually be the most wonderful life with you and Noah…"
"And maybe another…" he dared to add, wondering if that may have been on the cards for her, "if that's what we both want."
"And maybe another…" she added with a nod, chuckling a little bashfully at the dreamy idea of either being pregnant or getting the opportunity to adopt a child with the most wonderful man she had ever met. She kissed him again.
"I really can't wait to tell everyone I have this beautiful, kind-hearted, bad-ass girlfriend…"
"Oooft, what a title!," she grinned, their faces so close. She rested her head on the ball of his shoulder and tilted her head to look at his beautiful features. "I want that too. So I can show everyone my tall, hot farmer who literally has an absolute heart-on-fire for all the amazing things that he's passionate about."
"Including you and your son," he added.
She could have swooned. "Yeah, that…"
"Okay, so… better kiss me just to seal things."
Trevor closed his eyes and leaned close, losing his fingers in her hair, pulling her gently toward his mouth until he parted her lips with his own, his tongue welcomed inside her mouth, lightly stroking hers, pushing himself a little harder in to the kiss, changing the slow pace to passionate.
She smoothed his beard, cupping his cheek in her palm, kissing him back with as much urgency. He circled his free hand around her, drawing her body close in an awkward position — but neither minded, they enjoyed the craving behind it.
She could feel him pulling away slow. It really wasn't the place for getting hot and heavy while piglets squeaked around them.
She broke the kiss, closing her lips. She flicked her eyes up to meet his and they shared a smile. "My man…" she said out loud, as if testing the words.
She loved that he was all hers and there was never any confusion or questioning it now.
Trevor chuckled as he looked down, breaking the spell. Both Maple and Spotty were nuzzling his leg, oinking and squeaking. He reached down and petted them both, "hi babies," he murmured in a soft, charmed voice. "How are you little guys?"
Olivia felt warm and fuzzy as he handled them, petting them and scratching their bellies. Maple snuffled his hand. "Wanna see something fucking adorable?," he asked Olivia.
"I already am, its you with the piglets, that's fucking adorable to me." He laughed and cocked his head to the side. "But yes, I want to see something even more adorable than what I'm seeing now," she replied, relenting.
"So, piglets or pigs in general don't love to be picked up, they start squealing or wagging their tail and it means that they're scared," he explained, "but Maple…" he leaned over and picked her up from beneath her belly. She directed her snout in the air and started oinking happily, "Maple loves to be cuddled and held. She falls asleep in my arms and I know even Mama Pig is surprised because she comes over to check things out, keeps an eye on me with her baby."
Olivia grinned as he held the piglet in his arms, bringing it close to his cheek. "Hi babyyy," he loved the pig so much, she could tell. "How's my little Maple-bacon?" He set her in his lap and just as he had described to Olivia, the mother came to his lap. She was a lot bigger and Olivia felt instantly on-guard.
"It's okay, sweetheart, just relax, Mama P is friendly too. She's just curious," he promised her.
Trevor let the maternal pig nose his thigh and his arm until he lifted it so she could see her baby. "I was just thinking of keeping Maple, but… I'm thinking of keeping them all now, Mama P too…. It's so stupid but I totally humanify these animals, that's why I can't eat them."
"I get it," Olivia said gently.
"When I was a kid, I used to hate when my Dad sent the cows or pigs off to market. I used to spend all my time getting attached and then they'd go off and I would cry for days and he would just tell me to man-up."
"I'm sorry, that's really tough for a kid."
"Kid?" Trevor laughed, "Liv, I was still crying over it when I was like 16, fuck, Joey used to give me such a hard time."
"Oh my goodness, you are such a sweetheart!," she grinned, resting her head on his shoulder, "you poor thing, Trev, I'm not gonna lie, I don't think I could handle sending any animal off if I've had to feed them and look after them and I don't think I'd want Noah to have to deal with that either."
"I love my brother, but I know he gets a little bit of joy about boasting about his cattle becoming very good steaks. And I'm not an idiot, I know I am a contradiction by having such an issue with it but not making any measures to stop eating beef."
She felt for him, he was clearly the most sensitive of the two. She imagined what he was like as a teen. He had once told her that his teen years were full of depression and anxiety that he seemed to grow out of with a little confidence, but he'd become a master of hiding it from everyone, especially his family. "But we're gonna stop eating pork, remember?"
He nodded and smiled. "Thanks, Liv, for not thinking I'm a dumb ass…"
"Never. I love this part of you, it's one of those lovely surprises— the joy in getting to know you more intimately and knowing that you have a sensitive, empathetic heart."
He smiled faintly and gave the piglet another scratch before he set her back down. Together they played with the the pigs for a short while and Trevor showed her the tricks he'd been teaching them. All pigs sat and shook hands on command and the fact that he spent so much time training them was so adorable to her.
"Okay guys, we better go and get some wood," he told them, "I'll be back later to put you all to bed and for a quick cuddle."
Liv let the smile fill her face as he got up and helped her up too. He moved to open the gate that led them out to the outside pen. He led Olivia out and closed the inside gates. "Okay, come on baby," he took Liv's hand back out to the trike. He opened the backpack on the back of the bike and pulled out some hand sanitiser.
"Here…" he offered.
Olivia held out her hands, thanking him. He squirted a small amount in her hands and then in his own before closing the lid and tossing it back in the bag. "Pigs are actually way cleaner than dogs, but they do live outside and goodness knows what they do in there," he smiled.
He got back on the bike and waited for Liv. "What a nice day…" she remarked, "this is actually turning out to be an amazing day. I love my son so much but its so nice to have a day with you."
As if on cue, her phone blipped from her pocket. She took it out and looked at it. She smiled. It was a photo of Olly and Noah sitting side by side eating lunch."Look at this…" Olivia showed him, "I think he's made a best friend."
"Looks like it," he grinned, "Look at their little happy faces."
Another message, Hey Liv, the kids are having such a great time, Noah and Olly are the sweetest little dynamic duo I've met since the twins. It's such a beautiful day, we're going to take the kids to the park and then for ice cream, is that going to be okay? Joey got us a nice bottle of wine to drink for later this afternoon. I trust that you and Trev are having a nice time."
"You guys are the best, Trevor and I have just fed the animals and are about to go get some firewood. I'm okay with Noah hanging out with you guys as long as he is happy and not a bother. Thank you so much for the updates and can't wait for that drink later…"
She slipped her phone back in to her pocket. She slid on to the back of the trike behind her man. "Okay, I'm good," she told him. "Great… let's go…"
