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With all of the essential emails sent for work, and Kelly still busy with Mandy I began to wander around the house in the hopes that it would reveal more of Kelly's life to me. Particularly drawn to a wall of family photos, I walked a little bit farther away from the family room then was probably polite to gawk at the wall showcasing Kelly's life.
None of the pictures appeared to be of Geoff, but there was one particularly breathtaking one of Kelly on her wedding day. The flawlessness of her made my hands itch with the need to caress her again.
How could any man not fight for that woman? I could promise on a stack of bibles, that if she had been mine from the beginning, I would have done everything to make our marriage work. In the short two months we have spent talking and getting to know each other in a non-biblical way, I've learned that no woman had ever made me feel as at ease as Kelly Jenkins.
Just as I was about to turn and head back towards the family room, I heard the sleepiest little voice whisper, "Mommy, sing me the booby song."
There's a booby song?
And if I weren't already falling in love with Kelly, this would have been the moment I would have started. Suddenly Kelly softly began to sing, "Big, big booby, Mandy's drinking some booby."
Had she re-worded a J-Lo song for nursing?
This woman was so full of odd and delightful surprises.
Wanting to avoid discovery, I silently made my way back to the family room and began nosing through her iPod for insight into her taste in music, which was just as eclectic as the woman herself.
Disco, R&B, Bollywood, and Country were among the mix of genres represented in Kelly's playlists.
Just as I began browsing her collection of singer/songwriter tunes, I heard her approach from behind and jovially said, "So besides not knocking before entering, you also like to be nosey I see."
Smiling at her appearance, I defended myself by saying, "Surprisingly, I am not nosey with anyone but you. As far as letting myself in without knocking, that is simply untrue. I knocked until I realized the music was too loud for you to hear me, and made an executive decision." Then I pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.
"You're forgiven," she said, kissing me on my neck.
"Now, how about a quick dance before we load the children into the van? I at least owe you a little romance after my caveman routine earlier in the laundry room."
"That was quite primitive," she said with a laugh. "But, I can't remember the last time I danced with a man. Are you sure you're not worried that my killer moves will end in my crushing your feet?"
"You are definitely worth the risk, Kelly," I said while pressing play on the classic Dance with Me by Orleans.
Enveloping her into my arms, we began to sway, and I silently prayed that the words expressed in the lyrics were able to convey to her all of the things I wanted to confess at that time.
When the song had ended, I reluctantly released my hold of her, and gave her a cherishing kiss that I hoped would tell her how special she was becoming to me.
"I need to go," I whispered.
"You do. Hopefully, the kids aren't too cranky tomorrow."
"We should be okay. The kids are night owls like me, so 10:00 pm isn't too much of a stretch from their 9:30 pm bedtimes. Plus, they technically went to bed at 9:00 pm if you count them passing out on your couch. "
Each of us picking up a child, we carried them out to my van and made quick work of securing them into their booster seats.
"I guess the next time we'll see each other, will be the Thursday after next. Unless..."
"Unless what?" I asked.
"Well, my mom asked if I would drive up to my uncle's pumpkin farm after church on Sunday. He has a new tractor extension for his hayride and thought it would be fun for the kids to take it on a test run. It would just be my family, but I understand if that seems a little too much, too soon. And..."
Before she could continue, I stopped her rambling with a firm kiss.
"We'd love to go. Do you want to ride together? My van can hold all four kids."
"That would be great," she said blushing a deep red. "I'll see you on Sunday."
"I'll see you on Sunday."
With a kiss on her cheek, I climbed into the driver's side of my van and reluctantly headed towards home.
Wanting to let her know that I was still thinking of her before bed, I sent her a text hoping that it would express my desire.
Dale –
Thinking of you. Will I ever be able to get enough?
Kelly –
I was just thinking the same thing. Weren't we going to wait till December to continue certain intimacies? ;)
Dale –
Kelly, I'm surprised I stayed away from you this long. You have no idea how much it takes for me NOT to touch you at every chance.