Kate learned to his c.h.e.s.t and heard his wild jumping of heart. Her fingers rubbed his belly.

After some time, she felt that some part of him resumed the state for a new battle. She said with a little worry, "Will you be too tired?"

He said with a husky voice, "You will be on top."

"I don't know how." She said shyly.

"Everything has a first time." He padded her butts for encouragement, "Don't you want it?"

I want to. She said in her heart. Her face was burning. After fighting inside for a few seconds, she decided to give it a try. She took the shirt he took off and covered it on his face, "No leering."

And then she sat on his waist and sank down, engulfing him inch by inch.

When it just came to half, he held her slim waist and pressed down.

"Ah-" Kate cried out.

A few minutes later, he urged her impatiently, "Move."

Kate stiffened her body and grimaced. Now she understood what a dilemma was. And looking at the person below her, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he was waiting for a show in complacency.

She was annoyed and pulled the shirt on his face to cover him tightly.

She tried to move away a little and then came back again. The sensation was strange and novel. And it was weird to her heart. It gave her a feeling of dominating the world…She repeated it several times with carefulness, and her waist started to feel sore. Then she was turned over suddenly, and the roles switched immediately.

"You are torturing me." He complained and bumped her several time eagerly. And then he slowed down and stared into her eyes. Kate felt the bumping had transmitted to her soul.

On the bedside stand, there was a scarlet rose in a clean milk bottle.

Kate lifted up her head with her elbow and scrutinized the petals. It was indeed perfect. She pictured him examining the roses one by one in the garden, and her heart turned into a lump of sugar.

A source of warmth leaned closed to her. He lifted up her hair and kissed her on the shoulder.

His big hand touched her waist and moved to the front and covered her in that place...

"Still like dreaming?"

"Yes."

"So you dreamed of this?"

She didn't reply.

"My guess is right?"

Her ears turned red, and he has turned on again. He moved his body to her, and before he started the motion, his stomach gave a grunt. He laughed and said, "Too consuming."

"I will go cooking."

Kate was about to get up, but she was pressed down by him. "I will do it. What do you want to eat?"

She thought of one thing, but she soon gave it up, "Anything."

"No. Cooking for my wife cannot be anything."

She looked at him and said, "Blueberry pies. Can you do that?"

He didn't reply but just put on the pants and walked out of the bedroom.

She stayed in bed and looked at the half-transparent white curtains of the window. The sun shone through and fell on the bed with a messy wrinkled sheet. Recalling what just happened, Kate's cheeks burned again.

She sat up and felt lonely. Her body was sticky and she wanted to take a shower, but she didn't want to leave the bed. After a while, she put on a shirt and got out of bed.

In the kitchen, the half-n.a.k.e.d man was busy. He had already made the crust of the pie and rested it on the pan. Now he was cutting apples.

"Apples in a blueberry pie?"

"Right. My secret recipe."

He put the apple slices on the crust. He poured the cleaned and dried blueberry on top of the apple slices. He took out a big glass bowl, put in the flour, sugar, and salt, and mixed. He broke two eggs into the bowl and added a big spoon of sour cream, and then whisked skillfully.

Kate looked at his muscular arms, whisking the mixture. With the moving of his arm, his strong and wide shoulder moved a little.

Kate suddenly felt her mouth dry and swallowed. And she was soon startled by her own reaction.

The man didn't turn back and said, "Staring at a hot guy?"

She felt embarrassed, "Couldn't you put on your shirt?"

He turned his head to her and said mischievously, "You wore my shirt."

It was his shirt she put on. The hem of the shirt had almost reached her knees. Her hair was put down, and her face looked smaller. There were faint teeth marks on her neck.

At the age of 28 and being a mother of a five-year-old girl, she still had the purity of a girl he first met her. The purity now was mixed with new charm after the change, and she had an innocent temptation.

Tristan drew back his attention to the whisker and did it more quickly.

"Don't you feel cold?"

"A little. Why don't you hug me?"

She came over and leaned against his back like a leaf on a rock. Her body moved with him as he moved. She felt fun and put her hands into the pockets of his pants.

Her little hands and his legs were just separated by a layer of fabric. He complained in his heart that this was torture. But looking at her innocent expression, he had to suppress his d.e.s.i.r.e and focus on the work he was doing.

Kate put her face on his back and sniffed. The scent of you was the best perfume for me. She said inside.

"Where did you learn this?"

"My mom did this before. I saw her do it several times and learned it."

"Fast learner." She gave him a little compliment.

The pan was put into the preheated oven.

When the pan was taken out again, the pie smelled great. He cut a piece and placed it on her plate. The delicious blueberry juice flew out. She tasted it with great satisfaction. Then she thought she had probably fooled again. Of course, it wasn't the first time he made blueberry pie.

After eating and taking a shower, they got back to the bed for a nap again.

Kate fell asleep first, and her breath was smooth and peaceful.

Tristan heard her rhythmical breathing and sighed.

It was like a dream to him too.

He sometimes woke up in the middle of the night and felt his brain went blank.

Only her sound of breathing could bring peace to him. He would get out of bed to check on his daughter, who was asleep, and heard if she said something in her dreams. Sometimes he went to the yard and walked in the moonlight or lifted the dumbbell. By doing so, he confirmed that he was alive.

The hatred that haunted him for twenty years and the d.e.s.i.r.e for revenge had all gone. Now they looked like something happened in the past life if there was a past life.

The town was simple and peaceful. Sirens of sh.i.p.s came from far away. A cat outside the window cried in the middle of the night and made the world sound quieter.

Peace. This was what he finally found in this alien country. Wherever his family was, it was his home.

Two hours later.

In the yard, the swing was rocking back and forth. The little girl in a pink dress and colorful stockings and shoes was sitting on it. She was reading a comic book and listening to music with the earphones.

On an old couch in the corner of the yard, a white snowcat was lying there enjoying the sun.

Succeeding in losing weight, she was a grandma now.

On the roof, a pair of white cats who were walking casually was her daughter and son.

And under the wisteria, three kitties were chasing each other.

Lucy's daughter and son were born in the States. Their names were Lulu and Charles.

After they moved here, Lulu fell in love with a black cat of their neighbor and gave birth to three kittens with black and white fur-like cows. Cathy picked the prettiest one and named it Kate.

The one who cried most loudly was named Charley. And the last one was the ugliest one with standing up fur and could never be combed smooth. Kate held it in her arms and examined it for a long time. Finally, she said in a low voice, "Let's call it Eddy."

She looked to Tristan and saw pain flashed across his eyes, and he nodded to agree.

He reached his hand to the little ugly thing. It stuck out its tongue to lick his fingers immediately.

From then on, the ugliest cat became Tristan's favorite.

Cathy could not understand it.

A great sound came from the corner of the yard, and Cathy looked to the source of the sound and found a pot plant that fell from the shelf and crashed to the ground in pieces. The culprit, without need to look, was Eddy.

Daddy not only would not blame it but also would reward it like a sausage.

The noise woke up Kate, who was sleeping, and she was taken aback when she saw the time. She missed the time to pick her daughter after school.

She put on her clothes hurriedly and ran out of the door. As she was backing the car, she saw from the rearview mirror that her daughter was sitting on the swing in the yard.

Cathy took off the earphones unhurriedly and said, "Ms. Mary had an emergency at home, and we didn't have music class. I took Peter's mama's car home. The teacher said it was OK. I came back with them." Peter was the little owner of the black cat.

Kate nodded in a daze. She thought she needed to talk with her teacher. And then she thought of what she did with Tristan in the bed and worried if her daughter had seen it. As she was thinking, Cathy jumped down from the swing and said, "Mom, I am hungry."

Kate turned to the door and said, "I will cook something yummy for you, Honey."

The little girl followed her behind and asked suddenly, "Mom, when can I have a brother?"

Kate stopped her steps, "What, brother?"

The girl said seriously, "Dad asked me what I wanted for my birthday. And I said I wanted a brother. He agreed."