Estre chuckled, “What could possibly be up with us? It is what it is.”


    Jason rolled over to face her and quipped, “Honey, don’t just focus on my back, work the front a bit too,


    will ya?”


    Jason turned over, leaving Estre momentarily at a loss. She raised her hand and gave his chest a


    yful p, saying, “Behave.”


    Jason caught her hand in his, “How about a little hand and arm massage?”


    Estre made a face of mock disgust, but still took hold of his hand, giving it a half-hearted knead.


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    By the time she had worked her way from his palm up to his arm and shoulders, Estre even took


    care to massage the nape of his neck. “Roll back over, it’s easier that way.”


    Jason was tired, and Estre could feel the tension in his muscles.


    Instead of rolling back, however, Jason wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her onto him.


    “This way is morefortable for you.”


    Estre sat astride Jason’s hips, her expression dark, and she chuckled, “Jason, which fancy spa have


    you been visiting? Which masseuse taught you this?”


    It was clear to Estre that the massage was just a front for his yful advances, a ploy to have her


    cater to him.


    Jason gently kneaded Estre’s hands and said, “Every day is a whirlwind. Got no time for spas. Just


    wanted to take a good look at you.”


    After cing her hands on his shoulders, Estre pinched him hard enough to make a point, “I’ve been


    spoiling you.”


    As she was about to get up, Jason gently pulled her back down by the nape of her neck and drew her


    close for a kiss. His other hand guided hers down as he teasingly said, “Babe, you’re so good, I’m all


    set even before you got here.”


    “Jason, you…” Before Estre could finish her sentence, she was overwhelmed by his kiss. The next


    moment, he flipped her under him, kissing her face, her corbones, and tugging at her nightie’s straps.


    Jason’s tenderness was exquisite, prompting Estre to ask, “Not tired anymore?”


    He didn’t respond immediately, but after returning to her lips, he said, “No matter how tired I am, I am


    never too tired for this.” With that, he stopped ying nice.


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    While the two of them were lost in their passion, Isaac was sleeping soundly across the room,


    completely undisturbed.


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    After their storm of love had passed, Jason held Estre in his arms, utterly content with the life he had


    always dreamed of.


    Tucked in his embrace, a weary Estre nced at him, “Next time, use protection.”


    Jason kissed her softly, “Don’t want any barriers between us,” and with that, he was on her


    again.


    Estre thought to herself. “He just wanted his own pleasure.”


    Pinned down by Jason, Estre gasped, “Handle the birth control yourself. You’ve got experience.”


    Jason kissed her lips again, murmuring, “Let nature take its course.”


    Three years ago, he had done everything possible to avoid pregnancy. Now, three yearster, he was


    hoping for it. How the table had turned.


    “Mmm…” As Jason teased her, Estre moaned ambiguously, then stated, “Jason, you know, a child


    won’t tie me down.”


    “I know,” Jason replied.


    With that, he kissed her again, and Estre, wrapping her arms around his neck, responded to his


    passion. In this department, at least, he certainly passed with flying colors.


    The next morning, Estre woke to find the world outside nketed in thick snow. Jason wasn’t by her


    side. His and Isaac’sughter drifted from the living room, full of cheer.


    Estrezily draped her arm over her eyes, sensing a pleasant atmosphere. After lounging in bed for


    a bit, she was about to get up when Isaac came in with a toy airne, excitedly reporting, “Mommy, it’s


    snowing!”


    Estre nced out the window, noting the heavy snow on the neighboring rooftops. She stroked


    Isaac’s hair as Jason entered.


    “You’re up.”He kissed her cheek, “Breakfast is ready.”


    Isaac also nted a kiss on her face, “Time to get up, Mommy.”


    Jason, noticing Isaac trying to outdo him, kissed Estre again, dering, “This is my wife.”


    Isaac defiantly kissed Estre as well, “My mommy.”


    And so, the yful battle ensued, each iming their half of Estre with a kiss.


    With all the smooching, Estre sat bolt upright with a “Enough!” Then she added, “You’ve covered my


    face in drool.”


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    Jason grabbed her chin and nted a passionate French kiss on her lips, leaving Isaac wide-eyed.


    Scrambling up with his little legs, Isaac cuddled into Estre’s arms, wanting the same affection.


    Jason held Isaac back with a finger, “Buddy, that’s a no-go for you. Wait till you’ve got a


    wife of your own.”


    When Jason forbade him, Isaac turned to Estre, who ruffled his curly hair, “Sweetheart, that’s how


    Daddy kisses Mommy. You just give mommy a kiss on the cheek.”


    Isaac hugged her neck and nted a long kiss on her cheek.


    In these warm moments, Estre nearly forgot all about the past troubles and the conflicts she had with


    Jason.


    Soon after, once Estre was ready, Jason took her and Isaac downstairs to y in the snow. It was


    winter break, and the courtyard was bustling with kids. Isaac was no longer shy, and with his parents by


    his side, he eagerly mingled and tried to make friends. While other kids had a snowball fight, Isaac


    dodged and weaved, full ofughter.


    Watching Isaac’s rare happiness and energy warmed Estre’s heart. It seemed that Jason was doing


    a fine job as a father, and it was no wonder Isaac was bing more


    outgoing.


    Gazing at Isaac for a long moment, Estre noticed Jason’s eyes resting on her. With a light-hearted


    chuckle, she said, “Jason, thank you.”


    Estre’s polite gratitude was met with Jason’s arms wrapping around her from behind, his lips nting


    a gentle kiss on her chilly cheek. “It’s the least I could do,” he murmured.


    While locked in Jason’s embrace, Estre spotted some kids tossing snowballs at Isaac. Her voice


    vibrant with a mix of rm and excitement, Estre called out, “Honey, turn. around! Don’t try to catch


    the snowballs with your face.”


    At Estre’smand, Isaac swiftly ducked, and the snowball sailed harmlessly overhead.


    Isaac’s quick reflexes drew a burst ofughter from Estre, her smile shining bright and beautiful.


    Jason watched as Estre’s nose turned a rosy red from the cold, and memories flooded back of a


    simr snowy day three years ago when she had taken a tumble. Pulling her in even closer, he


    whispered, “Estre, I’m so sorry.”


    Every recollection of the past, every misunderstanding he had about her, gnawed at him with a twinge


    of guilt.