DARE-TO-LOVE-TRUTH-AND-DARE-DUET-COLLECTION-by-Lylah-James-pdfarchive

Oh damn. I slowly grinned, before settling into my
husband’s embrace. He took my lips in a long, leisured kiss
until we were both breathless.
I tucked my face into my throat, inhaling his spicy scent.
“God, I’m exhausted.”
After my maternity leave for Iris, I went back to work. I
missed the kids terribly but I also loved my job. It wasn’t
exactly easy at first, but I had learned how to cope with it.
Being a working mother – while not being riddled with so
much shame and guilt.
It took me a year of talking with a therapist for me to
finally… heal, as Maddox would put it. Opening up about
my insecurities and fear to a stranger wasn’t easy, but it
had been exactly what I needed.
When things got too hard, Maddox was there for me. But
it was also nice to have a therapist who would put
everything in perspective for me. She was patient and
understanding. And in her, I found both a confidant and a
friend.
A lot of time, I was still stuck in my head, in the dark
corner where I’d pile everything up until I burst. But over
the years, I had gotten better at talking about my feelings
and asking for help when I needed it.
Maddox was my comfort.
He was home and exactly what I needed when I felt the
urge to let go. I knew he’d be there to catch me and he
always did. Every. Single. Time.
“What’s that sound?” I asked. It was very soft before,
barely noticeable when I walked into the house but now the
noise had grown insistent.
Maddox looked guilty and he pulled away, coming to
stand in front of me.
I crossed my arms over my chest, slowly growing
suspicious. He took a step back, hands up as a mock
surrender. “Okay, listen. Don’t freak out.”
My eyes widened. “What did you do now?”