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Agatha groaned as she was unwillingly dragged into consciousness by a persistent tickling at the back of her neck. She rolled her shoulders in an attempt to shake off the annoyance she quickly realized was her wife, but Rio wasn’t deterred.
Rio had the audacity to giggle. “Good morning, my love,” she said softly and pressed a kiss to her bare shoulder.
“Let me sleep,” Agatha grumbled and buried her face further into her pillow. She had no idea what time it was, but she knew it was too early to for either one of them to be awake yet after the night they’d had.
“I wish I could,” Rio said, pressing a kiss to the back of Agatha’s neck. “But I’d like to spend the few hours I have left before I have to get on a plane for the next three months, with my wife fully conscious.”
Agatha swallowed around the lump in her throat that formed at Rio’s words. Slowly, she blinked her eyes open, momentarily cringing against the bright light streaming in through their bedroom windows. She turned her head and met Rio’s eyes. Though she wore a small smile, Agatha wasn’t fooled. She could see her own mounting dread reflected in her wife’s dark eyes.
Rio was going on tour with her band for the first time in years, the first time since their son was born over four years ago. Rio had been apprehensive about leaving them behind, even going as far as suggesting calling the whole thing off a few times. Agatha had talked her down everytime. Her band had just released an album, one that Agatha herself had helped write a few songs for and she and Alice and Jen had been chomping at the bit to get back on stage together after their hiatus.
“You should have thought of that before you kept me up all night,” she said with a huff, choosing not to acknowledge the dark clouds looming over them for the time being.
She felt Rio lean over her and her lips brushed against the shell of her ear as she said, “I didn’t hear any complaints.”
Agatha shivered and hummed when Rio kissed the spot behind her ear that never failed to turn her the putty in her hands.
“Careful,” Agatha warned, already feeling arousal simmering low in her stomach.
She felt Rio’s smile against her skin before she kissed her way down her jaw. Her tongue darted out when she reached the point of Agatha’s chin, swiping once at her bottom lip.
“Why?” Rio questioned.
Agatha opened her eyes in time to see the smirk on Rio’s lips. “Don’t start something you can’t finish.”
Rio cocked an eyebrow.
“Who says I won’t?” she challenged.
“You and I both know it’s only a matter of time before your son is going to come running in here,” Agatha half heartedly attempted to reason with her.
Rio chuckled and dropped another line of kisses over Agatha’s shoulder. “I can be quick,” she murmured against her skin. “As long as you can be quiet.”
Agatha chuckled and rolled her eyes fondly. “You my dear, are insatiable.”
“Can you blame me?” Rio asked softly, giving Agatha’s shoulder a gentle shove.
Agatha went willingly, letting Rio coax her onto her back. Rio was quick to duck her head and capture her lips in a tender kiss. Agatha brought her hand up to run her fingers through Rio’s hair. She parted her lips to her wife’s probing tongue, moaning into her mouth as she dragged it along the roof of her mouth. Rio’s hand found her hip, her hold loose as she stroked her thumb softly over the bone.
Rio was the one to break the kiss and when she leaned away slightly, Agatha chased her lips. She tried to roll onto her side, but the hand on her hip held her firmly in place. With a huff, Agatha fell back against her pillow and looked up at her wife. She was momentarily struck by how radiant she looked, her messy hair haloed by the bright morning sunlight. Her appreciation came to a screeching halt as the realization that it would be months before they would have another morning like this began to truly sink in.
Rio didn’t resist when she used the hold she still had on her hair to drag her back down. The press of their lips was more insistent now, but not nearly as intense, bordering on frantic, as a few hours ago. Rio’s hand drifted from her hip run her fingers along the top of Agatha’s thigh in a feather light dance. Her fingers skimmed the sensitive skin of her inner thigh and heat pooled in her belly as those fingers ghosted around the raised edge of what was surely an impressive bruise she’d left last night. One of the many scattering the expanse of her thighs and torso. She moaned into Rio’s mouth as her hand climbed higher and tilted her hips to try and entice Rio to slide her hand where she needed her. But it seemed that Rio had her own plans.
Rio broke the kiss and nipped at Agatha’s bottom lip before dipping her head lower. She trailed open mouthed kisses down her throat and shifted down the bed as she went. She continued down Agatha’s chest, nipping and licking at the valley between her breasts.
“What happened to quick?” Agatha tried, but her breath caught in her throat as Rio’s lips closed around her nipple.
Rio’s teeth sank into the underside of her breast in response pulled a sharp gasp from Agatha’s lips. She lifted her head to glare down at her wife, but was only met with Rio’s toothy grin as she swiped her tongue along her straining nipple. Agatha’s head fell back against her pillow with a low moan. Rio moved to her other breast to give it the same attention before continuing her descent down Agatha’s body. She took her time brushing her lips each and every mark she’d left on her body, leaving behind a few new ones as she went.
Agatha squirmed under Rio’s attentive mouth and by the time she pushed her thighs apart and settled between them, Agatha’s breath was coming in short pants. Rio kept up her teasing with the softest kisses placed on the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. She made the slow trek up the inside of her thigh, but veered off when she reached the apex and switched to the other side.
Agatha let out a frustrated groan and threw her head back against her pillow. She felt Rio’s lips curl up into a smile before she nipped at her skin again.
“Rio,” she panted, looking down again to meet her eyes again. “Please.”
“Please what, my love?” Rio whispered, her eyes sparkling as they met Agatha’s.
Agatha pressed her lips into a thin line and glared. Oh how she hated to beg, but at the moment she was feeling desperate for Rio to touch her, to put her mouth on her.
Rio raised her eyebrows in question, inching closer and closer to where she knew Agatha wanted, needed her most. She lifted her head from her thigh and blew a slow breath over Agatha’s aching core.
Agatha’s hips canted toward Rio’s mouth and she broke.
“Please,” she breathed out. “Fuck me.”
Rio grinned. “Yes, ma’am.”
Agatha wasn’t prepared for the shock of pleasure that shot up her spine at the first swipe of Rio’s tongue. She let out a throaty moan, her hands flying to Rio’s hair with a firm grip as she began to lap at her with long strokes of her tongue. She circled her clit once then twice before her lips suctioned around the bundle of nerves and sucked. Agatha’s mouth fell open with a sharp gasp as her hips shot off the bed. Rio pressed her back down with the hand still resting on her hip and used the other one to nudge her leg out further and hold it there. Her blunt nails dug deliciously into the top of her thigh, adding to the pleasure setting fire to every nerve ending in her body.
Embarrassingly fast, Agatha knew she was getting close. Rio sensed it and released her clit to slide her tongue between her folds. Agatha’s breath hitched when she felt Rio’s tongue push inside her before slowly thrusting in and out. Agatha pulled her bottom lip between her teeth to try and stifle the sounds threatening to bubble out of her throat. She bit down so hard that the taste of copper erupted in her mouth, but she didn’t spare it a second thought as Rio’s mouth returned to her clit.
Tension began to creep into Agatha’s muscles Rio drove her closer and closer to the edge. Her grip on Rio’s hair tightened to the point that she knew that it had to be painful, but Rio didn’t seem to mind. Instead, she moaned against Agatha, sending another shot of pleasure through her entire body. She moved the hand on her hip down and tucked it under her chin to push two fingers inside her with no resistance. She thrust her fingers in time with the strokes of her tongue and Agatha released her lip from her teeth, unable to contain her moans. Without Rio’s hand holding her down, she rocked her hips up to meet each thrust of Rio’s fingers.
When Rio started curling those fingers with each thrust, Agatha’s back arched off of the bed for a moment before she crashed head first into a powerful orgasm. Her vision blurred and her mouth fell open in a silent scream as wave after wave of pleasure surged through her. Rio fucked her through her orgasm until Agatha used the hold she had on her hair to push her head away when it became too much.
While Agatha caught her breath, Rio kissed her way back up her body and hovered over her, holding herself up with an arm on either side of her head. Agatha slid her arms around her middle to pull Rio flush against her, reveling in the feeling of her warm skin pressed against her own as she settled into the cradle of her hips. Rio shifted down to her elbows so that more of her weight rested on top of Agatha. Her eyes bore into Agatha’s with an intensity that rivaled the sun and Agatha was caught in her gravitational pull.
Agatha slid her hands up Rio’s back and pressed her palms into her shoulder blades until she took the hint and ducked her head to capture her lips in a soft kiss. She hummed at the taste of herself on Rio’s lips and pulled her tighter against her. Rio broke the kiss, but she didn’t go far. She kissed the tip of Agatha’s nose and chuckled when she wrinkled her nose in response.
“Do you think we have enough time to shower before the little prince demands our attention?” Rio questioned as she ducked her head again to trail more kisses down Agatha’s jaw.
Agatha ignored the renewed arousal that stirred within her as Rio nibbled at her earlobe and turned her head to peek at the clock on Rio’s nightstand. It was still about an hour until they would normally wake Nicky up for school, so with any luck they had plenty of time for an uninterrupted shower.
“Most likely,” she breathed out, biting back a moan when Rio started sucking at the skin beneath her ear. “And if you’re lucky, I might return the favor.”
Rio’s head snapped up and she grinned down at Agatha. Her tongue darted out to lick her lips as her eyes pierced Agatha’s with that same heat as earlier. Unconsciously, or intentionally, Rio ground her hips down against Agatha’s. Agatha pulled her he knees up and locked her thighs around Rio’s hips to halt her movement.
“We won’t have time for anything if you keep that up,” she warned huskily.
Rio smirked and leaned in for a quick peck before she rolled off of her.
“Vamanos, mi amor,” she said as she bound out of bed.
She swatted Agatha’s thigh as she walked around the bed and sauntered toward their bathroom, putting a little extra sway in her hips as she went. Agatha rolled her eyes and pushed herself up. Her sore muscles protested as she pushed herself out of bed and followed Rio into the bathroom on wobbly legs.
Rio was already in shower when Agatha stepped into the bathroom. When she pushed open the glass door of the shower, Agatha took a moment to admire her wife’s naked body under the spray of hot water. She couldn’t help but smile at the sight of her handy work littering Rio’s body. She was especially proud of the deep purple bruise she’d left on her collarbone.
“Are you just going to stand there and stare or were you planning on joining me?” Rio asked with a raised eyebrow.
Without a word, Agatha stepped into the shower and slid the door closed behind her. She quickly crossed the small distance between them and grabbed Rio by the hips and used that grip to press her against the tiled wall. Rio let out a soft ‘oompf’ before she smiled and brought a hand up to smooth Agatha’s wet hair out of her face.
“Is this you returning the favor?”
Agatha shrugged a shoulder with a devilish smile before she sank to her knees in front of her. She heard Rio’s short intake of breath and looked up to see Rio looking down at her, her pupils swallowing the brown of her eyes as she widened her stance slightly. Agatha’s grin widened and she winked before leaning in to do just that.
It wasn’t long after they stopped out of the shower, where Agatha made Rio come once with her mouth and a second time with her fingers just because she couldn’t resist the sight of her wife coming undone, that Nicky ran into their bedroom. He threw the door open with so much force it bounced off the wall.
“Woah,” Rio said as he ran toward where she was standing in the doorway of their closet while Agatha quickly pulled her shirt over her head. “Where’s the fire, buddy?”
“You’re leaving today,” he said, out of breath from his sprint down the hallway.
“I am,” Rio said, bending down to lift him into her arms. “But you know I’d never leave without saying goodbye, right?”
From her spot in the closet, Agatha watched Nicky nod his head and wrapped his arms around her neck. Rio’s bottom lip poked out for a moment before she leaned in to kiss his forehead.
“I know,” he agreed softly, before his entire face lit up and his hands flew up to squish her cheeks together. “You’re making french toast for breakfast.”
It wasn’t a question or a demand, but a fact that had been repeated all week leading up to today. The promise of french toast for breakfast could never overshadow the fact that Rio was going to be gone for three months, but it gave him something to look forward to anyways.
“Mhmm,” Rio affirmed with a nod, unable to speak with the way Nicky was holding her face.
“I get to help.”
“Yes,” she managed though the word came out garbled.
From her spot in the closet, Agatha brought a hand to her mouth to stifle her laughter and not disturb the moment.
“Okay,” Nicky said and released Rio’s cheeks.
She set him back on his feet and ruffled his hair. “Why don’t we go brush our teeth then we can start breakfast,” she suggested.
“I did,” he said, but by the way he immediately averted his eyes they knew he was lying.
Rio planted her hands on her hips and craned her neck so that he was forced to meet her eyes again.
“Are you telling the truth, Nicholas?” she asked.
Nicky let out a sigh and shook his head.
“That’s what I thought,” Rio said and took him by the shoulders and spun him around toward the bedroom door. “Go, I’m right behind you.”
He went without argument, but not without stomping his little feet the whole way out of the room. The second he was out of earshot, Rio whipped her head around to pin Agatha with the same look she’d just used on their son, hands still firmly placed on her hips.
“What?” she questioned, finally emerging from the closet.
“My son?” she questioned, casting her eyes toward the spot Nicky just left before meeting Agatha’s again.
“I’d say it’s fifty fifty,” Agatha said with a shrug.
“Oh no, those theatrics are all you, my love,” Rio teased.
Agatha narrowed her eyes. “I thought you were supervising teeth brushing?” she asked, pointing toward the door.
On cue, Nicky’s voice floated down the hall. “Mami, I need help.”
“Here I come,” she called back and turned to wink at Agatha before she padded out of the room.
Agatha watched her go with a shake of her head, swallowing down the swell of emotion that threatened to bubble out of her.
Agatha was given the task of cutting up fruit to go with their breakfast of french toast and bacon while Rio handled the rest with Nicky’s eager assistance. She’d let him crack the eggs into a container and picked the shells out while Agatha helped him wash his hands. He’d whisked the milk and cinnamon into the eggs as well. Rio drew the line at letting him put the dipped pieces of bread onto the hot griddle and planted him on his step stool at the other end of the counter.
Agatha just watched them with a soft smile on her lips. She loved seeing them like this. Rio was in her element in the kitchen, casually flipping the pieces of toast as she fielded all of Nicky’s curious questions while keeping an eye on the bacon sizzling away in a pan on the back burner.
A tug on her shirt drew her out of her thoughts and she looked down to see Nicky pointing to the small pile of strawberry slices she’d accumulated. She hadn’t even realized he’d moved from his stool, so lost in her own thoughts.
“Can I have a strawberry, Mama?”
“Of course,” she answered hand handed him the half she’d just cut.
He popped the whole thing in his mouth and skipped back over to his stool peer at the stove.
“Is it almost done, Mami?” he asked.
“Almost,” she assured him. “Why don’t you go sit down and Mama and I will bring everything to the table when it’s ready.”
Nicky looked between the almost finished french toast and Rio for a moment, torn before he nodded and hopped down from the stool. Agatha watched him hurry toward the table and scramble into his chair. She abandoned her fruit cutting to step around the island to slip her arms around Rio’s middle and rest her chin on her shoulder.
“It should be criminal how attractive you are right now,” she whispered into her ear.
Rio chuckled and leaned back into her embrace. Agatha turned her head to press a kiss to her neck and grinned into her skin when she felt Rio shiver against her.
“Who’s insatiable now?” she asked in a throaty whisper.
Agatha chuckled and kissed Rio’s neck again. “What was it you said earlier?” she posed thoughtfully. “Can you blame me?”
Rio turned her head and pressed her lips to Agatha’s forehead. “You’re going to make me burn breakfast,” she said, though from her tone it was said reluctantly.
With a dramatic groan, Agatha relinquished her hold on Rio and returned to the island to finish cutting up the fruit. She glanced back over to the stove and found Rio looking at her over her shoulder. Agatha winked and it earned her a soft smile before Rio turned her attention back to the griddle.
After breakfast, the rest of the morning passed by like any other Saturday, Rio’s impeding departure momentarily forgotten. Agatha cleaned up the kitchen while Rio took Nicky outside to run off some energy. Agatha watched through the window as they kicked around a soccer ball for a little while before it turned into Rio chasing him around the yard, wiggling her fingers threateningly. She caught him around the waist easily and heaved him over her shoulder, his little limbs flailing.
Nicky’s laughter was loud enough to hear from her spot inside the house and Agatha couldn’t help but join in as she watched Rio bring them both to the ground to launch a full tickle attack on their son. He tried valiantly to fight her off but he was no match for the tickle monster.
“Mama!” He squealed through a fit of giggles. “Mama save me!”
Agatha immediately abandoned the dishes and turned off the faucet to head straight for the back door. She slid it open and Rio’s assault momentarily paused as she looked up at Agatha. Her lips turned up into a challenging smirk before she descended on Nicky again.
“Mama won’t save you,” she taunted as Nicky squirmed and giggled.
“Yeah she will,” he shot back through gasps of breath. “Get her, Mama!”
Never one to shy away from a challenge, Agatha quickly crossed the yard and hooked an arm around Rio’s waist. Before Rio had a chance to shake her off, Agatha yanked her back and tackled her to the grass and pin her there by straddling her hips. Nicky took the opportunity to scramble to his feet and sit on her chest.
Rio laid there, looking stunned that she’d been bested so quickly. Agatha smirked and flicked her hair over her shoulder.
“You were saying?” she asked, injecting as much sweetness into her tone as she could muster.
Rio snapped her mouth shut and Agatha took that as her surrender. She leaned over to bring her face level with Nicky’s and brought a hand up to tap her chin thoughtfully.
“I think Mami should get a taste of her own medicine, don’t you Nicky?”
From the corner of her eye, Agatha saw Nicky’s cheeks push up into what could only be a wicked grin. He raised his hands and wiggled his fingers in Rio’s face, just as she’d done for him.
“Yeah,” he agreed. “It’s Mami’s turn to get tickled.”
Rio’s eyes widened and she started shaking her head when she realized what they had planned. But she’d already sealed her fate.
“Now!” Nicky yelled and immediately went for Rio’s armpits.
Rio let out a squawk as soon as he wedged his little fingers under her arms and mercilessly tickled her. She tried to wiggle away, but it was useless with both him and Agatha sitting on top of her. Agatha chose a different route and shifted to reach for Rio’s leg. The under side of knees were particularly sensitive and Agatha used that knowledge to go in for the kill.
“Agatha, no,” Rio begged, kicking her leg out in an attempt to dislodge Agatha’s hold on her, but Agatha was stronger.
“I’m afraid it’s too late for that, my love,” Agatha told her regretfully. “Any last words?”
She looked over Nicky’s head to see Rio glaring up at her, her lips set in a thin line.
“Do your worst,” she said.
Agatha held her stare for several moments to build the anticipation before she tickled the back of Rio’s knee with no mercy. Rio howled and kicked out her legs to no effect. She only lasted a few minutes before she was able to lift her arms up in a show of surrender.
“Okay, okay, you win,” she said breathlessly, her face beat red and tears leaking out of the corners of her eyes.
“Yay!” Nicky cheered and hopped up from his perch on her chest.
Agatha chuckled but remained where she sat, leaning over to plant a hand on either side of Rio’s head.
“Don’t mess with Mama,” she whispered before ducking her head to steal a quick peck from her wife’s lips.
“Lesson learned,” Rio said with a smile as Agatha climbed off of her.
“Mami, can we watch Bluey now?” Nicky asked.
“Absolutely,” Rio agreed easily as she sat up. “Mami needs a breather.”
Agatha laughed at that and Rio snapped her head around to narrow her eyes at her.
“Something funny?”
“Starting to feel our age, are we?”
Rio opened her mouth to say something but Nicky called out to her from the back door.
“Mami, come on!”
“I’m coming,” she assured him and grumbled while she pushed herself to her feet.
“Careful now,” Agatha couldn’t help but push her buttons even further. “I’d hate for you to strain yourself.”
Rio huffed out a laugh and rolled her eyes. She took a swat at Agatha’s ass but Agatha saw it coming and dodged her hand.
“Don’t,” she said in warning when Agatha opened her mouth to continue to taunt her.
Agatha, deciding to show her wife a little mercy, threw her hands up in surrender. But being who she was, she could help one last jab.
“I’m just looking out for my dear old wife,” she said quietly.
“I’ll get you back for that,” Rio warned, pointing a finger at Agatha.
Agatha scoffed and crossed her arms over her chest. “When? In three months?”
At her words, Rio’s expression immediately fell. She looked like someone had trampled through her prized flower bed. Agatha dropped her arms and stepped into Rio’s personal space to cup Rio’s cheeks in both of her hands.
“Think of it this way,” she said softly. “It’ll give you plenty time to think of a creative way to punish me.”
Rio’s lips quirked slightly and she brought her hands up to curl her fingers around Agatha’s wrists.
“Be careful what you wish for,” she warned.
Agatha grinned and leaned in to lightly peck Rio’s lips before she released her face. She turned to follow Nicky back into the house, Rio hot on her heels.
All too soon the time came for Rio to drag the suitcases she’d packed to the front door to wait for the car that would take her to the airport. Agatha stood back as Rio kneeled in front of Nicky as they said their goodbyes.
“Do you hafta go?” he asked in a quiet little voice, twirling a strand of Rio’s hair around his fingers.
“I do,” she confirmed with a nod. “But it won’t be forever.”
“How come me and Mama can’t come with you?” Nicky questioned.
Agatha could see Rio’s eyes glistening with unshed tears as she gave him the same answer every time he’d asked that question in the weeks leading up to today.
“Because you have school and Mama has to work. This is just Mami going to work, only a little longer than you’re used to.”
Nicky huffed out a dramatic breath and twisted Rio’s hair around his fingers for a moment.
“Can I come see your show?”
Rio’s eyes lifted from Nicky’s to meet Agatha’s over his head. The plan was for Agatha and Nicky to fly out for Rio’s last show on the tour. But Nicky didn’t know that just yet.
“I think we can make that happen,” Rio answered, looking back at Nicky.
Nicky perked up at that. “When?”
“You’ll just have to wait and see,” Rio promised and tapped the tip of his nose.
Nicky giggled and scrunched up his nose. His expression fell a moment later and his fingers resumed the mindless twirling in Rio’s hair.
“What if I miss you too much?” he whispered.
Rio took a deep breath and quickly swiped a hand under her eye to wipe away the tear that managed to escape before Nicky noticed. But Agatha hadn’t missed it.
“You can call me any time, day or night,” she promised him. “I might not always be able to answer right away, but I will do my very best to call you back. How does that sound?”
Nicky didn’t answer right away, thinking it over while he continued to play with Rio’s hair. Finally, he met her eyes and nodded his head.
“I guess that’s okay.”
Rio chuckled and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “And you can even video call and text me too, whenever you want.”
Nicky’s brow furrowed and he tipped his head to one side as he said. “I don’t know how to text Mami,” he pointed out.
“I’m sure Mama can help you figure it out,” she said, looking up at Agatha for confirmation.
Nicky followed her gaze and Agatha nodded her head in agreement. That seemed to appease him and he turned back to Rio.
“I still don’t like it,” he admitted.
Rio reached up and gently untangled his fingers from her hair to pull him against her chest. He snaked his arms around her neck and held her so tightly that Agatha was surprised that Rio was still able to breathe.
“Me neither, baby boy,” she whispered into his hair.
They stayed like for that for a long time, until the sound of tires in the driveway caught all of their attention. Agatha’s heart dropped into her stomach and the emotion that she’d been shoving down all day surged to the surface. Tears welled in her eyes, but she shook her head and cleared her throat. She wasn’t going to break down in front of Nicky.
“Let’s help Mami bring her bags outside,” she suggested.
Nicky pulled away from Rio and took a step back to allow her to stand. He reached for her hand and she immediately took it in her own. With the other she grabbed the handle of her suitcase. Agatha grabbed her smaller duffle bag from the floor and slung the strap over her shoulder before doing the same with her backpack. She stepped around Rio and Nicky to open the front door and lead the way to the black SUV parked in the driveway. The driver was waiting for them with the back hatch lifted and reached out for the bags Agatha carried as she approached. He did the same with Rio’s suitcase and closed the hatch. He moved to open the door for Rio, but Rio held up a hand to stop him.
“Give me a minute?” she asked.
The driver nodded and walked around to climb into the driver’s seat and wait.
She turned back to Agatha, tears shining in her eyes. She opened her mouth to speak but Agatha stepped closer and wound her arms around her waist, cutting her off with a kiss.
“It’s okay,” she breathed, quiet enough that Nicky wouldn’t hear.
Rio took a shaky breath and used the hand that wasn’t still clutched in Nicky’s to cup Agatha’s jaw, her thumb gently stroking her cheek.
“This is a lot harder than I thought it’d be,” she whispered back.
“Yeah,” Agatha agreed.
This was the Rio’s first tour since they’d gotten together that Agatha wasn’t going with her. She hadn’t missed a show in over a decade, but with Nicky, they’d decided not to disrupt his routine so dramatically just so Agatha could go with her. This tour marked the longest stretch of time they would be apart in the almost fifteen years that they’d been together.
“But,” she continued, firmly. “We’ll be just fine.”
Rio nodded her agreement, the corner of her mouth quirking up into a ghost of a smile. She leaned and planted a firm kiss on Agatha’s lips.
“I love you,” said when she pulled back.
Agatha smiled and squeezed Rio’s waist before she let her go. “And I love you.”
“I love you too, Mami,” Nicky piped up from Rio’s side.
Rio smiled and bent down to hoist him up to rest on her hip.
“I love you most,” she told him and peppered his face with kisses until he giggled and pushed her head away.
“Okay,” Rio said after a moment. She kissed Nicky’s forehead one last time before she handed him off to Agatha. “I should go before I miss my flight.”
She hesitated for a moment longer before she turned and opened the back door of the SUV. She stopped before she climbed in and looked at Agatha.
“I’ll call you when I land.”
Agatha nodded and offered a soft smile. She watched Rio climb into the car roll the window down to poke her head out of it. She blew a kiss in their direction and smiled when Nicky reached out to catch it.
“I’ll see you later, my loves,” she called out as the driver began to back out of the driveway.
“Bye, Mami,” Nicky called out and waved.
Agatha did the same and blew a kiss of her own. She stood there in the grass with Nicky in her arm waving until the SUV was entirely out of sight. She let her hand drop with a soft sigh and turned to head back inside.
Nicky blew out a long breath and leaned his head against her shoulder.
“I miss her already,” he said as she stepped back into the house.
Agatha let the door close behind her with a soft click.
“Me too, baby,” she admitted, a single tear escaping before she could stop it. She kissed the top of his head. “Me too.”