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shoulders.
    “You make everything better, Mari. And touching you makes it better than okay. It makes it perfect.” He kissed her and pinched her clit in sync with his tongue delving into her mouth.
    With a shuddering moan and a tip of her hips, she came undone.
    He released a dying groan and clutched her tightly to his chest, spurting inside her until there was no more left to give.
    As their breaths slowed and the song repeated for the third time, he could hear Meg inside calling out for them.
    “I told you we’d be done before they needed us,” he said, smirking.
    “She’s probably scared. We didn’t tell her we were still here but out in the garage.” She patted his back.
    He was squeezing the air out of her lungs because he was holding her so tight. It was too soon to let go.
    He needed to soak in the final morsels of this moment and savor them.
    “Mari . . . If I go help her get settled, will you stay out here? I want to talk out here, not inside. I don’t want the kids to hear this,” he said.
    “It’s pretty warm out here. Why don’t you set her up, and we can go talk in the bedroom. It’s not like Button will know what we’re talking about.”
    “Yeah, but he sleeps light during the day. He’ll probably wake up, and I want your undivided attention.”
    “How about a shower? We can talk in there?” She wore a lazy grin.
    He nodded, then got out of the car, put his clothes back on and went after Meg.
    It didn’t take long to help her find something to keep her busy.
    He gave her a snack, had one himself, but when he went back to take a shower with his wife, she was in there with Button.
    Adam sighed.
    He loved showering with the baby, but this was kind of important. If he didn’t take his time to discuss this, he might get all worked up and say it wrong.
    “Button—you need to sleep,” he told their little guy, then took him from her so she could wash up.
    “Did we make a mess in the car?” she asked as she doused her head.
    “I don’t know. And I don’t care. If we did, I’m sure Meg will cover it up with crumbs and spilled drinks. No one’s gonna know.” Adam rocked Button in his arms.
    “All right. If you’re fine with it, I guess it’s not a big deal.” She kept washing at her usual lightning-quick pace.
    He couldn’t remember the last time she was able to just relax in here.
    “Slow down. I’ve got him. Just enjoy this. He’s not fussing.” He stroked the baby’s back. “He loves the water.”
    “I know, but Meg’s not known to hang out for long periods of time either, so we don’t have a ton of time to talk.”
    He took that as his cue to begin. “Okay, fine. What should I say? That I still hate him? That he makes me crazy? That he wants to use something that was supposed to be a gift and turned it into a battle?”
    “Is that what your mom said?” She shaved with quick precision, glancing at Button every few moments like he might explode any minute.
    “No. She said he was doing it to be a part of my life, because he wants some credit as my father. I don’t get why he can’t just enjoy it, so I told her I’d give him all the credit. He can have all the money. I don’t even want it anymore.”
    She paused, gave him a curious look and then exhaled. “Are you sure you wanna do this?”
    “Yeah. Why wouldn’t I?” He kissed the top of Button’s head. The little guy was squirming now.
    Adam grabbed the bar of soap and lathered up the squirmer.
    “You realize if you go this route, he’s only going to push harder,” she said, sounding exhausted.
    “Why would he do that? This is what he wants. He wants to control it and make money. I’m giving it to him so he can leave me alone.”
    She stood straight, put the razor away and washed off the soap but kept her eyes on him. “This isn’t the end of it. This is his way of asserting control, but I don’t think it’s totally about the money.”
    His throat exploded as he all but shouted, “Of course it is!