--2 weeks later--

 Bliss. Pure unadulterated Bliss. That was the only adjective Jamie could use to describe waking up next to Mitch in the morning, skin to skin, Limbs entwined, wrapped securely in his arms. Once they’d shared his bed for the first time, after he’d treated her to the best birthday dinner ever, she had barely spent another night alone in her apartment. Mitch was insatiable in his need to have her, touch her, possess her.

Jamie was always awake before Mitch, but she did her best not to stir. Instead, she basked in the warmth of his body next to hers, and waited for either father or son to wake up. It was often the muffled sound of Alex stirring that would draw her from their bed. Other times….like right now, she felt Mitch’s fingers trailing against her flesh, his lips pressing against her shoulder.

She spread her legs for his wandering fingertips as they found their way to her heated center. He stroked her and tickled her clit while his lips planted kisses along her neck, journeying towards her mouth.

Jamie moaned as their tongues met and Mitch tested her wetness with one digit, then two.

“Good morning, beautiful.” Mitch whispered in her ear.

A good morning indeed, Jamie thought as her toes curled in the first of many orgasms.

Mitch took her nipple into his mouth, laving the pebbled flesh with the roughness of his tongue. He gave the other a similar treatment while his fingertips continued to dance along her skin.

Jamie writhed under Mitch’s attention, desperate for more. Her nails grazed his scalp, encouraging him further. He placed, wet, open mouthed kisses along all of the places he’d touched with his hands, travelling down the valley between her breasts to her stomach, taking the time to trace her belly button with his tongue.  He paid special attention to the crease where her thighs met her sex, enjoying the way she squirmed when he kissed or touched her there, bursting with anticipation of what came next.

Mitch was addicted to the flavor of her, from the moment her juices landed on his taste buds, he couldn’t get enough. He inhaled her scent, let his tongue travel across every crevice, his lips kiss her dewy folds, sucked her engorged clit into his mouth, cataloguing every moan and whimper, every time she bit her lip or thrust her hips towards his face, pleading for more. Attention to detail, he said. That’s how he’d learned to thoroughly please her, only granting her pussy a reprieve, when Jamie begged him to stop, her legs shaking, the sheets in a death grip between her fingers.

Jamie pushed lightly against his chest and Mitch rolled over willingly so that Jamie could straddle him. She kissed him briefly tasting herself on his tongue before teasing him by allowing his dick to slide between her nether lips. He fished a condom out of the nightstand drawer and handed it to Jamie who slid the latex into place and sank ever so slowly onto him.  She controlled the pace, rising and falling, circling her pelvis just so, and gripping his member with her slick walls.

Knowing they didn’t have too much time before a certain little boy woke up, Mitch flipped her onto her back and took over. The feel of her was staggering, she had the tightest, hottest, wettest pussy and he couldn’t get enough. He pistoned in and out of her, rotating his hips, and reveling in the moans and cries she couldn’t hold back. His kissed her on the mouth, her lips swollen from biting so hard into then.

He knew she was about to cum again when she breathed a curse so quietly she thought he couldn’t hear it.

“Fuck!”

“Cum for me, babe”, he whispered as he doubled his efforts, finding her clit and stroking it with his thumb.

Jamie shook from head to toe as her orgasm enveloped her, mouth agape. She squeezed her eyes shut and saw stars as Mitch drew out her pleasure, continuing to pump his hips until his rhythm faltered and he groaned loudly, spilling his seed into the thin barrier between them.

He collapsed next to her, pulling her flush against him and tried to catch his breath.

They both drifted off into a light sleep before Jamie woke up and checked the time.

Jamie sighed before patting his arm so he could release her.

“Nooo…stay in bed and cuddle with me.” He protested.

Jamie giggled and shifted onto her side to look at him.

“Even though I’d love to, if one of us doesn’t get out of bed, you’re going to be late for work. Come on, let me up, I’m gonna go take a shower.”

A slow smirk drifted across Mitch’s face while he still kept his eyes closed.

“…Alone.” She added, laughing as he sucked his teeth.

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“So your parent’s are coming next week for Thanksgiving?” Jamie asked as she, Mitch, and Alex sat down to dinner.

Alex was seated in his high chair, shaking a set of teething keys in his fist.

“Yep, they’re coming in on Monday, and Mom and the old man are staying for a week! Besides the food, I could definitely do without it. But…what can you do. We’ll see how that goes.”

“Oh please.” Jamie replied in mock exasperation.  “Your mom’s great! I’ve never met your Dad but I’m sure they’re wonderful parents.”

“Oh, they are, but when you’re an only child, they have no where else to focus their attention but on you. It’s like living at home again, which I definitely do NOT miss. I can’t wait for you to meet my Dad, though. He’s got this wicked sense of humor, always playing pranks on my mom.”

Although Jamie had already met Madeline, becoming fast friends during her first week caring for Alex, and spoke regularly with her on the phone when she called to speak with Mitch, she was flattered that he was so excited about introducing her to his father. She could tell they had a special relationship, and hoped that she wouldn’t do or say anything embarrassing. This would be her first Thanksgiving dinner with a real family, instead of serving dinner to the homeless as Ms. Davis made all the kids do on the holiday.

“I guess that means no more sleepovers, huh?” Jamie wondered outloud.

She couldn’t help but laugh at Mitch’s shocked expression.

“Wait…No…But…Why?” he almost whined.

“How are you gonna explain that to your parents? Oh, Jamie, yeah she’s Alex’s nanny. What’s she doing in my room in nothing but her hot pink thong? Ummm….well…you see…it’s just, it’s nothing! And you can’t lie, we both know you’re terrible at it.”

Mitch couldn’t contain his smile, “Hot pink? Can I see?!”

“Mitch! That’s all you heard out of everything I said.” Jamie just shook her head at him, fighting to contain her laughter.

“Oh come on, I bet it looks damn good on you. I can’t wait to take them off.”

“Hey! I think Alex is a bit young to hear that kind of talk.” Jamie said, pretending to cover the baby’s ears with her hands.

Alex looked up at her and smiled, his two new teeth on display.

“Ok, fair enough…maybe later” he said, winking at her.

Mitch sobered a bit. “You know, it’s not nothing.”

Jamie wrinkled her brow at him in confusion and waited for him to continue. “You and I, it’s not nothing. You’ve been more than just Alex’s nanny from the day you walked in here despite how hard I tried to pretend otherwise, at first. If my parent’s were to ask, I’d tell them the truth.”

“And what truth would that be?” Jamie asked.

“That you and I are together, seeing each other, however you want to put it. I just want to be with you.”

Jamie kissed him sweetly on the lips, satisfied with his answer. 

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The following Monday found Jamie and Mitch parked outside of her apartment complex. Alex was fast asleep in his car seat and once Mitch dropped Jamie off, he’d be on his way to pick his parents up from their late flight.

“I hate this.” He grumbled.

“Quit being a baby." Jamie said, running her fingers through his dark hair. "It’s not like I’m going anywhere, I’ll still see you everyday. We just have to keep our hands to ourselves for the next 7 days. I think you’ll survive.”

“I shoulda booked them a hotel.” He pouted.

It was the very same pout that Alex gave her when she took something from him he wasn’t supposed to have. Now that he had started crawling, he was busier than ever and the house needed some serious baby-proofing. She was sure Madeline would help her tomorrow after she was rested and she couldn’t wait to catch up with her friend.

Jamie placed a kiss on his cheek and got out of the car. “It’ll be fine. We can spend all next week making up for lost time. I’ll see you tomorrow, ok?”

She stopped to check her mail before entering her apartment. Setting her keys on the counter, she saw the flashing light of her voicemail.

Pressing play, she listened to the messages she’d accumulated over the past week. Everyone important had her cell phone number anyway and would call her on it if they didn’t catch her at home.

She had two from Lilly, one from Ms. Davis complaining about the trouble Clark and Campbell had gotten in to, and another from Clark and Campbell themselves, complaining about being grounded for getting into trouble. She’d spoken to them all during the course of the week but laughed anyway at the antics of her foster brother and sister. The last two calls were from a number she didn’t recognize, but the message caused a pit to form in her stomach, and a lump in her throat.

Olá, my name is Detective Mauro de Silva with the New York City police department and this message is for a Ms. Jamie Watson. I have some very important information for you concerning your mother, Paola Ferreira de Silva. I would very much appreciate you returning my call at 212-555-6140. It is rather urgent.

There was a second message, much the same as the first. She replayed them both a second and third time to be sure of what she was hearing before letting the phone slip from her shaky fingers.

Paola Ferreria. Just hearing the name made her sick. Her…mother. The surname de Silva she didn’t recall, but perhaps the woman who’d abandoned her had re-married, started a new family? Jamie began to wonder if she had siblings? In New York, of all places, the very same state Jamie hadn’t left until college? ….all this time??

There was no way that Jamie was prepared to deal with anything that might be concerning a woman she hadn’t laid eyes on in almost 15 years, despite the multitude of questions running through her mind.

Did something happen to her? Were she and the caller with the same last name as her mother somehow related? Did he really expect her to call back? Would he keep calling her? Where had her mother been all these years and why had she ever left?

Her fingers pushed the button before she could think twice about it.

Message Erased. You have no new messages.

She wouldn’t. She couldn’t, deal with whatever it is this police officer wanted to tell her about her Paola. If their paths ever crossed, maybe then she’d be forced to dredge up all the hurt and the painful memories, but for now, Paola wasn’t a part of her life any longer.