“Alright. We have to talk to her.” I mumble with an exhale as I stand up. I look down at you, still sitting on the bed against the headboard, your hands fiddling with your hair, like you always do when you’re deep in your thoughts.

I knew that doing.. that.. during daytime was a bit risky, but Darcy was at school and Olive was at preschool. Well.. that’s what I thought, until Darcy came home because her teacher cancelled her last class. So, she got home earlier and accidentally walked in on us.

I mean, we’ve barely had any alone time since Olive was born two years ago. So when our lunch breaks matched up today, we decided to.. make up for all the lost time.

“Babe, ignoring it won’t make it any better.” I mumble softly and climb back on the bed until I reach you. I sit on my knees as I gently put my hand on your cheek, my thumb stroking softly over your cheekbone. “It will be awkward no matter what. Besides, she’s 15, she probably understands that we also have… needs.”