Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 54204 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54204 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 271(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Apparently, when he heard I was coding, he tried to kill himself and this had him put into the hospital himself. The story everyone was told except for those that were there, is that he was dehydrated and needed rest, from being stressed by my ‘mugging’. I will forever be thankful for Click who stopped him and pushed him into the door, forcing the shot to hit the wall.
When they deemed him recovered, he walked into my room and my man cried. He fell to his knees and cried. Which of course made me cry. As he told me everything that happened, he came to the part about the baby. I was speechless. Happy but speechless. He told me he gave them permission to save me and not the baby if the choice was necessary and I know it ate him up, but he did the right thing.
It turned out though, the choice never needed to be made. Once my heart was restarted, the baby and I were both alright. Due to the amount of time, I spent with no heartbeat, they gave me an amnio a week ago and yesterday we found out the baby is doing fantastic and we are having a girl.
Once I heard what he tried to do, I cried like I have never cried before. I never knew a love like this existed. A love to throw yourself off cliffs for. A love so strong and deep, that you literally cannot live without them. I read about it in books and saw it in movies, but Jesus, I have it now, in my arms, with his arms around me and the evidence of that love inside of me.
“How long do I have to continue to share you with all these people?”
“Just a little while longer. Please.” I have learned the past few weeks that if I pout with my bottom lip out, he can’t deny me anything.
“That damn lip.” He bends down and kisses me, his hands wandering up my ass. “I hate that I can’t see my stamp on your back.” He is so sexy when he is grumpy. I had a makeup artist come over and cover the tattoo on my back with a concealer. That is not a conversation neither him nor I wanted to have with his mother. “Fuck this. Upstairs now.” He pulls me behind him as we take the penthouse elevator to the top of the hotel we rented for the wedding. The elevator is private and can only be accessed by one floor at a time and only with a keycard. It opened straight into the suite so from the moment we step onto it, we are alone. “Take it off, baby. I want you to let that dress slide down your body right now. I want to see my wife naked.” My legs quiver at his directive like I do every time he orders me to do anything.
“Yes Sir.” The dress is easy to discard since it is held up by nothing.
“Look at you. Wearing all white even though you let the devil paint you. You have everybody downstairs fooled, don’t you? They think you’re sweet and innocent. They don’t know that if I tell you bend over in the middle of the lobby you would.” Well shit. He is evil for teasing me with something like that. “Come here.”
I walk into his arms and get lost in the kiss. The ride to the top stops and the door opens. He carries me over the elevator into our bedroom. Slowly he removes my lingerie, kissing me as he goes down. “How is my little princess?” he asks, kissing my stomach. I rub his head, my heart full.
“She’s fine babe. Nice and snug.” He kisses it once more before continuing to move. Between my thighs, he pushes my legs up and licks.
“You taste sweeter, wife. With my daughter inside of you, you taste like heaven.” He licks in circles, his tongue playing with the piercing.
“Yes.” Everything is so sensitive.
“Look at all this cream. I would lick this pussy for eternity and never need air. But right now, I need to fuck my wife.” I open my arms and legs wider. I watch as he stands and removes his clothes. When he slides over me, lifting slightly, careful of my stomach, his hands come to my face. “I love you, baby. Thank you for saving us.” His dick moves inside of me slowly as our mouths make love. Over and over, we move together, taking this moment to cement the bond we both felt from the word hello.