Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 59671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 298(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 298(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
The man smiles over at me and picks up my hand and kisses the back of it. “Good day, Kate, lovely to meet you.”
“You too. Goodbye.” I watch as he then goes back to his table.
“Sorry.” Elliot smiles as he runs his hand up my leg. “That conversation went longer than I thought.”
“How do you know him?”
“He used to be a neighbor of our penthouse here in Paris.”
“Oh.” I turn and watch the man for a moment, he’s suave and handsome and the woman he is with is gorgeous. “What does he do?”
“He owns a record label.”
“Really?” I frown, fascinated. “You sure know some interesting people.”
“I do.” His mischievous eyes hold mine. “You know I married an artist that I had been admiring from afar for years?”
“Did you?”
“I did.” He kisses my fingertips. “Although I always knew that I would.”
I smirk over at him and lean onto my hand. “Did you really though?”
He takes a sip of his wine. “I actually did, although when I didn’t know it was you I was totally confused because reality wasn’t matching up with my gut instinct.” He frowns. “I have this weird sixth sense thing going on and it’s never ever wrong.”
I smile dreamily as I listen.
“It’s like I already know what is meant for me and what is not.” He sips his wine and frowns as if contemplating something. “Like I already know, I’m going to blow hard tonight.”
“That’s a no-brainer.” I giggle. “You blow hard every night.”
He raises his glass to me and throws me a sexy wink.
I sip my wine and fall silent as my mind begins to wander; I haven’t stopped thinking about his reaction to me wanting to go off the pill.
It was unexpected and it’s thrown me.
“What?” he asks.
“What do you mean?”
“What are you thinking about?”
“Nothing.”
He raises an eyebrow, ugh, I can’t hide anything from this man, he can read me like a book.
“Well it’s just….” I spin my wine glass on the table by the stem as I try to articulate my thoughts.
“Just what?”
“Your reaction to me wanting a baby has thrown me a little. I thought….” I shrug. “I thought we were on the same page with this.”
His eyes hold mine.
“I’m twenty-nine and you are thirty-six, we are not getting any younger, El.”
His eyes glow with a tenderness. “I never said I don’t want a baby, only that I don’t need one.”
“You really think we are not going to be able to have one, don’t you?”
He shrugs. “I’m scared of the process, I guess.”
“Why?”
“Kate, the contraceptive pill holds your endometriosis at bay. You’ve had numerous surgeries and also have polycystic ovaries. I watch you nearly die while in so much pain every month, I can’t imagine how bad you will suffer if not on the pill.”
“That’s what you’re worried about?”
“Of course I worry about it. I don’t want you to suffer to give me a baby out of obligation. Fuck that, I would rather you be pain free and happy. I don’t need a kid.”
I smile as my heart flutters. “I love you.”
He leans over and kisses me. “I love you more.”
“In a lot of cases, endo improves with pregnancy. Although it may be a little harder to fall in the beginning.” I take his hand in mine. “We can do it, I know we can. I want to try.”
He exhales heavily.
I smile over at my beautiful husband, so thoughtful and caring. Always putting my needs before his.
“Kate….”
“It’s going to be okay, Elliot.”
His eyes search mine.
“I know you have a feeling that this isn’t going to work out, but I have faith that it will.”
“I can’t watch you suffer, Kate. I won’t let it happen for anything, not even a baby.”
“So….” I think for a moment. “We put a time limit on it. If I haven’t fallen naturally in three months we go down the IVF route.”
He steeples his finger up the side of his face as he listens. “And what then?”
“What do you mean, what then?”
“What’s the time limit for IVF?”
“Well, obviously I’ll fall on IVF.” I smile. “It’s a given.”
“And in the instance that you don’t, what’s the time limit?” he asks.
I smile, I know I’ve nearly got him. “Five years.”
“No, I am not wasting five years trying for a baby. One.”
“One.” I gasp. “One year isn’t long enough to give up trying for a baby, four.”
He shakes his head. “No. Two.”
I smile hopefully. “Three.”
He gives me the best come-fuck-me look of all time. “That’s a lot of head you have to give.”
I giggle. “It is.” I run my hand up his thigh and feel his thick quad muscle. “What do you think?”
He exhales heavily. “I think you could talk me into anything, that’s what I think.”
I smile hopefully. “So can we try?”
His eyes hold mine. “Babe….”
“I’m not going to suffer, I’ll be okay, El. I promise you, and if it gets too much we stop. I’m not a fool.”