Two of a Kind

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"Calm down, Daddy. Our baby's sleeping." I said, sweetly shushing him.

"You're right, sorry." He said smiling slightly after taking a deep breath.

"You know you're adorable when you do that." I said, holding Xiomara tighter and looking at Robert.

"Do what?" he said meeting my eyes.

"Give me that shy smile of yours." I said, slightly caressing his prickly face.

"You're giving me that look again." He said, his hazel eyes shining and his voice soft.

"What look?" I widened my eyes at his comment.

"Like you adore me." He said, smiling. Fully smiling.

"I do adore you." I said, smiling back. He leaned in and kissed my lips sweetly. I closed my eyes and laid my head on the pillow, letting myself slip into a light slumber.

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Xiomara's Pov

I woke up, tangled between sheets, arms and legs. I was sweating. These men were heaters. I carefully untangled myself from their limbs and undressed. Leaving my skirt, shirt and shoes on my path to the bathroom. 

I walked in the shower and turned the water on. Warm water fell onto my sweaty hair, my face, chest, tummy, thighs, legs. I was taking it all in. It felt like I was washing the remains of a battle off my skin. I took a loofah and body wash to scrub all of it off. The water turned hotter and I sighed. I could feel my muscles begin to relax as I lathered the soap on my body. I then took some shampoo and began working it into my hair and scalp. Giving myself a light massage. I was so entranced by the relaxation of the moment, I didn't notice the shower door open.

"Let me do that for you." I jumped at the sound of his voice behind me.

"Rob, you scared me." I said laughing, then I went silent. He was in the shower with me. Naked and wet as the steam kept rising.

"Turn around." He ordered, on his face a sweet grin. I did as he asked and turned. He pumped the shampoo bottle and spread it on his hands. Then, he took my hair and began lathering the shampoo on my scalp. Making me go cross-eyed at the sensation. 

There's nothing I loved more in this world than getting my hair wash and my scalp massaged, but Robert was making me go into a state of ecstasy. His hands massaged the soapy liquid on my scalp slowly, with just enough pressure.

"How's that?" he asked.

"Amazing." I said, my voice breathy.

"Good. You're gonna feel so much better after this." He said, continuing his massage. After a few minutes he ordered me to turn around. I was a rag-doll at this point, so I did. He rinsed the shampoo out of my hair, paying close attention to the safety of my face and eyes. 

"Now, conditioner." He said, very invested in what he was doing.

"You're so nurturing." I said, without really thinking.

"Am I?" he asked, raising an eyebrow and smirking.

"Yes. You are." I responded.

"Well, thank you, baby." He said, smiling. Giving me a clear view of those pearly whites. I smiled back, feeling myself fall for him in that moment for that smile alone.

"You're staring." He said, smiling wider and chuckling at my expression.

"You're beautiful." I blurted out.

"Well, little lady, so are you." His eyes met mine. As he lathered the conditioner in my hair, he didn't look away and neither did I. Our smiles turned into slightly opened mouth staring after a few seconds. His eyes went over my face, my eyes, my nose, my cheeks, my lips. 

I did the same, admiring his strong features. His slightly defined jaw, his bushy eyebrows, the small ball at the end of long nose, his sweet hazel eyes. We stared into each other's eyes for a few minutes. Then I finally spoke.

"I think I'm falling in love." My feelings were raw and honest. I didn't want them to be any other way. He stared at me, his brows drawing together slightly. He took my face in his hands and pulled it back, just so the water could reach my head and rinse out the conditioner. After it did, he pulled me back towards him.

"I think I am too." He said, before leaning in slowly, shifting his eyes between mine and my lips. As if making sure I still wanted the kiss. I leaned in the rest of the way, desperate for his kiss. However, this one was different. No one was in control, it was just us kissing. Feeling each other's mouths, tongues and lips. Soaking in each other's words and emotions for each other. His hands traveled down my back to pull me even closer to his body by my waist. I felt as if he was touching my body from head to toe. As if I was intoxicating him like he was intoxicating me.

"I hate to ruin the mood, but the two of us naked in the shower is not the best idea to avoid sex, baby." He said, smiling shyly.

"I agree." I laughed at his adorable expression. No one would think a man as big and intimidating as Robert would be this sweet and tender. I looked at him from head to toe as he walked out of the shower and dried himself off. He then turned and handed me a towel. I turned off the water and started drying myself. When my eyes returned to Rob, he was already looking at me. Intently. I felt my heart skip and my parts moisten.

He took a deep breath and outstretched his hand to me. I took it, stepping out of the shower with his help. I stood in front of him, we stared at each other again, our breath fast and short. I dropped my towel. His eyes never leaving mine, but his hand ascended to my neck. Caressing the softness of my skin. Then, my collar bone, my breasts, my abdomen, my navel, my thighs and my legs. My breath was faster, it felt as if he was fucking me with my hands. Like I was being ravaged.

"I want to make it special." His voice was breathy and his hands were hot against me.

"Now." I said, without thinking.

"No, Xiomara. Let me have this." He said, as I opened my eyes and saw the pure emotion in his.

"Okay, I'll wait." I said, smiling. He bent down, took my towel from the slightly wet floor and wrapped it around my body. Kissing my temple and sighing in my ear.

"That has been, by far, the hardest "no" I've had to say." He said, taking me by my waist and walking me out of the bathroom.

"Trust me, I agree." I said, grabbing his face and kissing him tenderly. "I'll wait." As we walked back to the bed where a certain little boy was still asleep.

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Myriam's Pov

"Hi, can I speak to Marcela Machiago, please?" I said, she left a number this time.

"Please hold." The English woman answered and quickly some generic elevator music played.

"Hello?" I heard after a few minutes of holding.

"Ava?" I asked, carefully.

"Myriam?" she asked, somewhat surprised.

"Are you surprised?" my tone was cold and unfeeling.

"Yes. I didn't think you'd call." She said.

"Well, I did. I read your letter." I explained.

"Good, good." She said. I knew she was holding something right under her tongue.

"Congratulations on the baby." I said, my tone still cold and unfeeling.

"Thank you. How's my little girl?" she asked, her tone slightly cheerful at the mention of her daughter.

"Not little." I said, simply.

"Myriam...Can I see her?" she asked. I felt my blood begin to boil.

"No. Absolutely not. You've done enough by disappearing and walking out on Xiomara. How dare you, after all these years, ask me that?" I asked, utterly surprised at her audacity.

"She's my daughter..." she said, quietly.

"You didn't think of that when you walked out on her." I hung up. Not waiting for her to say anything else. I had let this go on for far too long.