I awaken the next morning to the smell of freshly brewed coffee and a pang of guilt, I look at the space next to me in the bed which is empty. I sigh with relief, relief that is short lived as I turn my head towards the door. Scott is standing in the doorway wearing those pj bottoms and no shirt, holding two mugs of coffee.
"Good morning!" He says brightly as he walks toward me and hands me one of the mugs of coffee. I start to panic, heavy breathing. "Calm down. The kids are still asleep and I've cleaned up the kitchen, there's no evidence of last night." I let out the breath I didn't realise I'd been holding.
I take a sip of my coffee, it's perfect as usual. He often makes me coffee and it's always made to my taste, his wife frowns upon it but he still does it anyway. I take another sip before putting down my coffee and getting out of bed, I realise very quickly that I'm naked and pull the covers over me.
"There's no need for modesty Sam, I explored every inch of you last night." Scott says, I blush and jump out of bed heading to the bathroom. He slaps me on the butt as I pass, making me yelp. He grabs my wrist and pulls me to him, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me close to him. I take a deep breath, inhaling this scent which is part Hugo Boss but mostly just his natural sexiness. "Any regrets?" He asks.
"Honestly...? At this moment, in your arms, no. But the guilt is going to eat me up inside." I confess. He hugs me tighter and kisses me on the top of my head. "You?"
"I don't regret a single moment" I look up and him sceptically. "I mean it!" He insists. "There wasn't a second where I wasn't all in. I've wanted it for so long, it's what we both wanted." I nod in agreement. "Sam..." He takes a breath. "Now it happened, I don't want to lose what we have... but I want to do that again and again."
"What?!" I exclaim.
"There's no way I'm letting you get away now, I want to do it all the time."
"We can't!" I pull away and run into the bathroom, locking the door behind me. I fall back against it, closing my eyes and cursing myself for what I've done. I've become a home wrecker! I walk to the shower and turn on the water, stepping into it and dropping to the floor. I pull my legs up to my chest and let the tears out, they're tears of anger at myself for being so weak.
Scott manages to get the door open and steps into the shower, pulling me to my feet and into his arms. I sob against his chest, he doesn't speak, he just lets me cry.
Once I'm all cried out I have my shower, Scott washes my hair for me. A very sensual and romantic act, the need for another round building inside me but I refuse to give in to my animalistic wants because I have to prepare breakfast for the kids. I wonder how I'm going to face them, after everything that happened between their father and me. I push the guilt aside and step out of the shower to get dressed, Scott finishing in the shower by himself.
I decide on skinny fit jeans and a long t shirt, nothing fancy, I don't want anyone to get the impression that I'm trying to entice Scott in any way. I head into the kitchen to start on breakfast. I also don't want the kids to think something is up so I don't make anything that is different than what I usually make.
The kids have healthy breakfasts during the week, usually fresh fruit or oatmeal depending on the time of year. At the weekends they get less healthy and more fancy breakfasts, the bigger of which is usually on Sunday. So today I'm making pancakes with fresh fruit and syrup, nothing too special.
After cutting up all the fruit and preparing the pancake batter I head upstairs to wake the kids up. Alex is already awake, playing with his cars around his bedroom floor. I get his clothes ready and he starts getting dressed. I leave his room and head to Amelia's room, she, as usual is still asleep and harder to get up. Her clothes are already laid out so I leave her to get dressed and make my way back down to the kitchen.
Alex is already there, sitting at the table waiting for his breakfast. I smile as I head over to the stove to begin making the pancakes.
"Papa is home..." Alex says out of nowhere. I stop and begin to panic. "He's not in the bedroom though, I checked when I saw his car in the driveway" I begin shaking with panic.
"No bud" Scott says as he enters the kitchen. "I got home pretty late last night and I slept in my study so I didn't wake anyone" he continues.
"Papa!!" Alex cries and jumps off the chair and runs toward his father, who scoops him up into a bear hug. "We missed you all week! Didn't we Sam?" Alex looks at me, waiting for my answer.
"Yes sweetie we missed Papa" I walk over to them. "Now Alex, please sit at the table. Your breakfast is almost ready and your father has had a long week, I'm sure he needs time to get back to himself." Alex nods and jumps down out of Scott's arms and sits back at the table.
At that moment Amelia walks into the kitchen. "Daddy!" She cries and runs to him, jumping into his arms.