Hudson
I slide the silk slip over Callie's shoulders. Her arms are locked so tightly by her sides that the slip doesn't move. I know how nervous she is right now, and I want to make this as easy for her as possible.
After we visited our baby, which meant everything to me, I took Callie for dinner. We ate and talked, laughed and reminisced. I brought her home around 8pm. I had already asked if I could stay with her, and she nodded her agreement. Callie showered, and then I did. I came out of her bathroom with a towel around my waist, and there she stood, looking nervous.
I walked towards her, and she said, “I'm ready to show you.”
I still have my doubts. Callie looks terrified.
“You don't have to do this, Callie,” I tell her while stroking her face. I understand how scary this must be
