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Hugo has moved to Barcelona three months ago so we're officially living in one place since then.

Yes, we. Including me, the father of these girls.

Iva is seven months old now so she has started eating solid food last month. That means she's sleeping better and longer, also drinking milk lesser making both of us much more relaxed since she's only up during the day and sound asleep the entire night.

Which only means...

"Where are you going?" I ask her when she comes out of her room dressed in an off-shoulder red dress that hugs her curves perfectly. Her boobs look hella amazing with a deep cleavage showed through the v.

"I'm gonna go hang with Ben." She replies while scrunching her curled long hair, adding more volume to it.

"Ben?" Okay I've never heard this one, "Which Ben?"

"He lives downstairs."

"Oh he lives in the same building?"

"Mhmm."

She's been going out on dates since three weeks ago, ever since Iva doesn't need her anymore at night. But in case she does wake up, Estelle already leaves a bottle of pumped milk in the fridge for me to heat it and give it to her.

"I'll be back before twelve. Goodnight Papa."

"Yeah okay. Have fun."

"I will." That's the last I heard of her before the main door being shut. And here I am, lounging on the couch with my beer, watching trashy reality show while my ex-wife is out on a date.

Before she went to her first date earlier this month, she did sit down with me and tell me about it, as a heads up that she'll being joining the dating pool once again.

She even encourages me to do the same thing since she wants me to have someone too, perhaps later we can replicate what we used to be when I was still married to Hugo.

I'm definitely fine with her dating other people but honestly, for me, I think I should wait until I really get over her because right now, she's still in my head and heart. My dick still stands tall every time she takes out her beautiful boobs to breastfeed Iva.

I know, I knowwww it's wrong of me to think that way when all she does is feeding our daughter but I can't control my dick okay?

I try to but sometimes I fail, especially when she's all pretty in her dress with that silky hair and mesmerising look. I was attracted to her when I was still gay, what do you think now that I swing both ways? I'm definitely still head over heels with her.

But she has made it clear that we can't work as a couple. So it's best that I accept that and try to work as two people who co-parent the girls, which we excel at. I guess I just need time to get over her, then we'll be good to go to move on with our lives.

***

"I think I'm gonna stop dating for a while." She announces the next day when we sit on the couch, watching Netflix together while sharing a throw blanket.

She's still on her medical leave due to her mental health while me, hm, I'm too rich to work like a normal person so I just hang out at home with the mother of my children while waiting to pick up my daughter from school as another one is taking her morning nap.

"You didn't ask why," she elbows me with a pout to which I chuckle, "I thought you're spilling the tea next. Okay fine, why? Why would you want to stop when you've been going out five nights a week? Why, do tell."

She narrows her eyes at me with a finger pointing straight to my nose, "Now you're just mocking me."

I laugh as I take that finger and kiss it once, "I'm not. I genuinely want to know why the hot stuff wants to pull a break on her adventure of finding her prince charming."

"Hmm," she hums to herself, pulling a thinking face.

"What could possibly be the reason, I wonder." I add more to urge her sharing whatever's on her mind. Half mocking her with the tone of my voice, of course.

"I went on a date with this one guy," she begins, adjusting her position so she'd sit face to face with me, "He's great. Real great. Funny, smart, nice, everything I want in a man." So I used to be funny, smart, and nice?

"But?"

"But," she stops, then lets out a long sigh, "I got nervous on the fourth date."

"Why?"

"I..." she sighs again, "I feel pressured."

"Because..?"

"I don't know if I'm really ready for this."

"But your doctor gave a green light, that's what you told me." Because she did ask her psychologist first to ensure everything will be fine when she involves other people in her life.

"Yeah but uhh," she has now resorted to playing with the end of her hair, leaving me hanging and anxious with the reason that she has so much difficulty to tell me.

We've been living together for almost a year now, and we've talked to each other every single day. She expresses herself openly in any topic, because we have healthy, honest, communicating relationship. So what is it? What's the thing that she is so hesitant to share with me?

Yeah fine, I'm a hypocrite. She has been open about what's in her mind but I'm not. I just think it's not the time yet to tell her I still haven't gotten over her. Maybe after she's done with her therapy. The last thing I wanna do is to spook her again like last year that lead to hospitalisation.

"I like him. I really, really like him. And I can see myself being with him in the future. But when he sent me home during our last date, I freaked out a bit."

"Why didn't you tell me?" Shit, was I sleeping at this time? That's why I didn't notice her anxiety? "When was this?"

"It's fine, I'm fine now." She runs her hand up and down through my left arm, calming me.

"Next time tell me right away if you have that happened again. Wake me up if I'm sleeping. Fucking bang the door and kick me, anything. Just wake me up, okay Mama?" I take that hand and put it in mine. I'm so worried about her right now.

She smiles and nods, "I'll spray you with my boobs."

Both of us laugh in sync remembering how awkward it was months ago when her milk supply was through the roof that her milk sprayed to my face the moment she lets out her breast. I was putting Iva on her lap at that time so my face was facing her boobs, only to be surprised with that milk spray, hitting straight to my eyes.

"That was a good one."

"Rightttt."

It takes a couple of minutes till we're serious again, "Tell me, what happened. Why did you freak out? I thought he's great and all?"

"We had such a great time together that I feel pressured to invite him in." Oh so that's the reason?

"I haven't had sex in months."

I stop breathing hearing her confession. But she continues anyway, "The last time was with you. That's like a million months ago."

"Wait," I look around as I jokingly ask her, "Is there a camera somewhere? Are you asking me to practice with you? Is this the beginning of a homemade porn video? Kim K or Paris Hilton?"

She bursts into laughter but then quickly covers her mouth realising she could be waking Iva from her nap, but her body shakes badly as she is still laughing.

"Nooo I'm not asking you for sex! I'm just sharing!"

"Just sharing?" Gotta say I'm a bit disappointed but okay.

"We can't repeat that cycle, you know it. I've made it clear we both need to move on, with other people. We can't work as a couple."

As if that hasn't hurt me to the core, she adds, "I don't wanna have sex with you."

Got it. Okay. Hm.





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