New parents Stories

The water is too hot, and I don't care. It stings my hands pink, and I lean into it, the one sensation tonight that belongs to me. David stands to my left, drying what I hand him. We don't talk. We haven't talked in fifteen minutes. Not since we stood in the nursery doorway and watched Lily's breathing settle: drifting into that slow rhythm that means she's actually, finally, down. The monitor glows green on the windowsil...

After a devastatingly long day, the TV was off. I looked at my phone—8:27 pm. Sitting on the couch, I felt her presence and looked to the hallway to see her. Though exhausted, she looked sexy. She had 'the look'. That cock-hardening, arousing, orgasmic look. Her finger curled, beckoning me to her, then turned away. My shorts tented as I stood, fist bumped the air, and ran after her. We met at the foot of our bed. Our clot...