Chapter 449 The First Time He Felt at Home
In the early light, Sarah opened her eyes to find herself alone. The silk nightgown she'd worn last night was now neatly folded beside her pillow, but the man who had shared her bed was gone.
Memories of the night flooded back. Oliver hadn't changed at all—still as domineering and shameless as ever.
She slipped on her nightgown and went to freshen up. As water splashed against her skin, she caught her reflection in the mirror—flushed cheeks and a radiant glow that betrayed her night's activities.
She couldn't quite bring herself to regret it. They were both adults, after all. But to say she had fallen back in love with Oliver? Impossible. The past wasn't something she could simply forget, not yet anyway. What they had now was purely physical—nothing more.
Gathering her courage, Sarah entered the master bedroom. There was Oliver, bare-chested on the pristine white sheets, his tanned muscles marked with faint scratches from her fingernails. Jacob slept peacefully against his shoulder, while little Nicole was curled against his chest, her small face pressed against his heartbeat.
The scene was undeniably beautiful in the soft morning light.
As she turned to leave, Oliver's eyes opened. His gaze traveled slowly over her body with such intensity that she felt naked despite her clothing.
She retreated to the closet to change, planning to make Jacob a nourishing breakfast. Before she could select a dress, Oliver guided her to the sofa.
Sarah didn't resist.
Afterward, Oliver whispered in her ear, "You have no idea how amazing you are, Sarah."
She gently pushed him away and dressed herself, her voice soft but direct, "That's enough."
Oliver smiled. "What, calling it a one-night stand again like four years ago? If that's all you wanted, why do you always come back to me?"
"What makes you think I haven't been with others?" she retorted. "I've had plenty of men overseas, all of them strong and virile... how could you compare?"
Oliver approached, tilting her chin up and nipping at her soft lips. "Your lies don't work on me."
Sarah ignored him and quietly checked on Jacob, relieved his forehead wasn't warm. She headed to the kitchen while Oliver stayed with the children.
Nicole woke first, rubbing her eyes before climbing onto Oliver's lap, still not fully awake. When she finally came to, she whispered, "Why isn't Jacob awake yet?"
Oliver's eyes turned cold remembering the blood donation, but his voice remained gentle. "Jacob was tired last night, so he's sleeping longer. He'll be home with us all week to play with you."
Nicole clapped her tiny hands in delight. She adored Jacob.
Jacob finally woke at ten. After breakfast, Oliver insisted on taking him for a complete medical check-up, which Sarah agreed was necessary.
Fortunately, all tests came back normal. As Oliver carried Jacob downstairs, the boy protested, insisting he could walk on his own.
"Stay still," Oliver said firmly, giving him a light pat. "Your face is still pale."
In the past, he'd been careless with Sarah and her son. Now, he was determined to make amends.
Jacob was about to argue but stopped when he noticed the hint of tears in Oliver's eyes. He settled against Oliver's shoulder, finding comfort there.
Passing the men's clinic, Oliver glanced inside. Sarah noticed and thought of his vigor the previous night—he certainly didn't need help in that department. If anything, he might need treatment for excessive enthusiasm.
Catching her appraisal, Oliver gave her a knowing look.
That evening, while the children watched cartoons, Oliver found Sarah in the kitchen preparing dinner.
He leaned close, his voice low, "Did you take something this morning?"
Sarah froze.
"Emergency contraception," he clarified, his blue eyes intense.
She kept her gaze down, fidgeting with vegetables. "No, just vitamins. I'm not in my fertile period... there's no risk."
"And next time?" Oliver pressed, his gaze burning. "We're both healthy adults. Eventually, we'll encounter your fertile days. If you want another child, we won't use protection. But if you're not ready, I could get a vasectomy. Zoey's already looked into it—it's reversible if we change our minds later."
Sarah was stunned by his audacity. One night together and he was already planning their reproductive future—even having Zoey research vasectomies!
She threw vegetables at him in frustration.
Oliver caught her hand, his breath warm against her skin. "Sarah, I didn't know how to treat you right before. Now I don't want my pleasure to come at your expense. A man shouldn't be so selfish."
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