Chapter 62: Chapter Sixty-two

I've dreamed of my family being taken away from me. I tried to hold on to the ones I love, but I guess that's not how life works. No matter how much we want to hold on to someone, there will come a time when we'll have to let them go. Setting them free is the greatest act of love we can do; we not only set them free, but we also set ourselves free from the pain. We are all humans, and we have to accept our mortality. Nothing is permanent because even the stars cease to shine, and we don't really know what'll happen in the future, and this is what makes life exciting.

I might be alone in the dark, but meeting Harry makes me see the light. Now I see every color in a spectrum. He's my lifesaver, my hero, the one who'll do anything to make me happy, and yet, I didn't bring anything to him but pain. I feel like I'm a curse. I came to Harry's life just to give him problems. I'll try to understand his decision no matter what it'll be. He had done enough. I shouldn't force him to do things for me.

It was already 8:30AM when I opened my eyes. My head feels a little heavy. I yawned as I stretched my arms and sat up. I'm still feeling tired, but I have to get up and get ready. Harry and I are going to the Department of Corrections today. I can't wait to see my father again, to know his real condition, though he didn't seem to be lying. I swung my legs off the bed, put on my sneakers, walked towards the door, opened it, and proceeded to the kitchen. I found Harry sitting by the table. He's having his morning coffee and favorite pancakes.

"Good morning, dear." I laid my hands on his shoulders and kissed the side of his face.

"Good morning," he replied. "I'm glad you're finally awake. Come, join me. I've made you a coffee."

"Thank you." I sat on the chair beside him and held the mug of black coffee. It's still warm. I smelled its relaxing aroma before sipping it.

"Oh darling, you still look tired." Harry wiped the hair out of my face to my ear. "You should get more rest. It's not good for you or for our baby to have inadequate sleep."

"I'm fine. I can carry myself," I said. "And about my father—"

"I know you want to see him soon, darling, but you also have to think about your health. We'll go there in the afternoon so that you can get more sleep. There's no need to rush," he said.

"Thank you, but—"

"No more buts, Georgia," he interrupted. "You're not a child anymore. Don't do things you might regret later."

"Uh, okay." There's nothing I can do if Harry doesn't want to go there in the morning. Maybe he's right; I should get more rest because the back of my neck is aching and feels stiff. Doing yoga might help ease this pain. I might need a good massage. "I, um, Harry, can I get a massage?" I asked, blushing.

He looked into my eyes. "I actually know how to give a massage. Do you want to try it?" He asked.

I swallowed hard. Harry giving me a massage? Oh shit. I can imagine his hands expertly moving around my body, exploring every inch of me. Just the thought of him doing it makes me wet, as if something's tickling my private part under the table. I looked away from him, though I can't hide the blushing of my face.

"Don't worry, Georgia. I'm a very good massager. You can leave your body to me. I'll take good care of it. You'll just have to lie, relax, feel the sensation, and enjoy my caresses," he said.

Damn. Every word that comes out of his lips makes me wetter. He stood up and walked behind me. He put his hands on my shoulders and pressed them. It feels so good. I released some air through my mouth.

"You like it?" he asked.

"Yeah."

"Why won't you finish your coffee and come to our room?" he suggested. "I'll wait for you there, darling." He kissed the side of my face before letting go of my shoulders. His footsteps fading into our room.

I swallowed again. I feel kind of excited about what he's going to do with my body. I finished my coffee in one gulp, ate two slices of pancakes, washed my face at the faucet, and drank some water before going to our room. I found Harry lying on the bed in his white boxer briefs. Damn. He looked so hot, I got stuck on my feet like a statue made of ice. I melted.

"Come here, baby." He beckoned, holding a bottle of lotion. I bit my lower lip as I climbed into the bed. "Let's take off your clothes first," he said.

I let him undress me, leaving only my panty and bra. I lay down facing the bedsheets. "Ahh yes!" I moaned as I felt Harry's hands moving on my back. His palms don't feel rough. It feels good. I closed my eyes and felt every sensation, every movement of his palms and fingers.

"Feeling good?" he asked, rubbing my shoulders.

"Um..." I moaned. "Can you please massage my neck too?"

"Sure." His hands went to my nape. It felt warm and heavenly at the same time; the sweet, soothing smell of the lotion drifted to my nostrils. It calms down my mind. "Ahhh... Yeah, that feels so good."

"Do you like it?"

"Yeah, I like it, Daddy." I'm so horny right now. Every movement he made on my back sent signals to my whole body, igniting the flames of desire to make love with him.

Harry moved his hands down my spine to my buttocks. He pulled down my panty and massaged each of my plump pieces of flesh. Damn. It feels so good. He's very good at handling them. "Do you like this?" He spanked me.

"Ahh! Yes!' I screamed with a jolt, not in pain, but in pleasure.