The last week has been like living on Cloud Nine. Finn is a whole new person, and I can't believe how f*****g hard he has jumped into fatherhood. The businesses are closed until Monday, which is normal for us, and he's literally taken over here at the house. Every morning, he's up with me and the kids— feeds them, plays with them, and cleans up after them and me even though I tell him I can get it.
We haven't had s*x again since he came home, but I'm okay with that. When I told him we would take it slow— however he needed, I didn't just me the actual act. I meant that if he needs months to adjust before we can have a healthy s*x life, I'm okay with that. Doesn't mean I don't want to jump his bones every time I spy on him working out at the house at night. It just means we'll do things
