We both melt into the kiss as if we haven’t kissed each other in forever. Blame the hormones, but I haven’t felt so touch starved in a very long time. Maybe because even if we spend a lot of time together, the pregnancy was quite a bitch. Morning sickness, afternoon sickness, late night sickness… there was no time or mood to actually get close to each other, and even if visibly uncomfortable about it, Killian was quite supportive and fast to understand.Nonetheless, I have grown to have enough of this. I wanted more of him. More of what we used to share and have… I missed my unhinged mate, the one who was so eager to take and to give.The kiss breaks slowly and I gasp for air. I now realize Killian pressed me against the dinner table, and he was carefully considering if and how he could touch me. I can sense a little frustration as his hand moves to my lower back and he resists the urge to press me harshly against him. A low growl reverberates in his chest and my skin prickles with
Back in our bed, exhausted and with my legs still weak and shaking, I cuddled against Killian who took his sweet time to shower before coming back to bed. His arm wraps around me brushing gently over my back and side. He had made sure to put a few nibbles and gentle marks on my body, but they were not as brutal as usual. And I can almost sense that he was feeling guilty because of it. Maybe it’s the way he looks at me and the way he sighs when his hand brushes over my hips where he had bitten me quite harshly.Or maybe it would be the fact that he apologized a million times while he watched me shower. It was as if I had become this porcelain doll he was afraid to properly touch and hold. It was both cute and frustrating.My nails brush over his chest slowly and I press a kiss on his neck while I hide my face into the crook of it, breathing in his scent. Things changed, but what hasn’t was the smell of bitter peaches and subtle hints of leather on his skin. His hair was still the sam
I have never seen my husband like this. I have never seen him so broken. He has never allowed me to see him like that before, and I guess I could understand why. There was no need to hide behind a finger and say I was happy to see this side of him. No, this side of him was completely broken and still suffering, and I did not have what it takes to take it all away right now. I knew it. I think we both knew it. Maybe this was why he refused to show it to me for so long. I’m not sure where from, but it might be the maternal instincts that urge me to lean closer and kiss his forehead, cup his face and wipe away his hot tears. Tears continue to stream soundlessly as he stares up at me with round eyes, his face grimaced in a pained expression. “I am nothing but a weak man.” He whispers, his voice choked by his own emotions. “I am not fit to care for you or our -“ I immediately cover his lips with mine, stopping him from speaking any more nonsense. My hair falls like a curtain over his f
As I slowly start to come back to my senses, I realize that the silence I had been drowned in was not the exact same reality I woke up to. I hear the beeping of the heart monitor and the slight buzz of other medical equipment in the room.I can hear voices and even before I open my eyes, I am certain they are not in the same room as I was in. But they were right behind the door of my room, in the hallway. Screams and yells, barks and yelps, accusations and defenses that didn’t quite make sense right now. My eyes open slowly and I’m not shocked to find that I am in a hospital room. The light is dim and as I blik, trying to bring more focus in my eyes, a figure moves closer to me and waves a hand in front of my face.My eyes narrow slightly and I turn my head to the side. A dark haired man stands beside the bed. I can’t see features, but I don’t panic. Something told me I was safe. With a weak hand I reach up, to grab the shadowy figure and ask what happened, but I have no strength.Th
If God gives his strongest soldiers the mightiest fights, my God puts me in the middle of a raging war. I don’t even remember when was the last time I felt like I was being offered a break. When was the last time when I could breathe freely, at ease that things have settled in the best possible way for me?I can’t remember when was the last time I had a minute to fully feel at peace. I thought that finding my mate will bring me a piece of heaven in my life, but so far, everything was hell. Well, almost everything. I would be considered nothing but a liar and a sinner if I dared say I did not feel happiness by her side. She had brought a shining sun in my life, but it seemed that my God had taken it upon themselves to stifle the light of the sun and make it burn out too early.As My mate grows anxious and angry, I feel like I don’t know her anymore. It’s almost as if she was not the same person anymore. I recognize the pattern. The frenzy, the anger and fear she had displayed now,I’ve
A few days pass by in such a slow painful rhythm that I feel like I have been waiting for centuries. Madelaime refused to see me. The only person going in and out of her room was her doctor right now and maybe the nurse.After she woke up and found her mother waiting for her to wake up, she refused to see anyone else anymore. It was almost as if she had decided to self isolate and not allow anyone near her. I'm not sure what Mellisa told her, because the old vixen refused to talk to me too. She was avoiding me and she had made sure to make it clear that me and her had no more need to come in contact.What has she done to my mate, I wasn't sure. I was sure that Mrs. Kassimir knew very well what was going on. She was one of their kind, old as time and with extended knowledge on the matter. That's why I had insisted on her taking care of my mate. She must have seen at least a couple of cases similar to ours, right?I wasn't sure because she kept our talks shirt and professional. Beside t
I barely get to open my mouth when the flatlining sound of the heart monitor fills the hallway. Everything inside of me goes berserk and I turn on my heels, Demetri jumps out of his seat and we storm into the room, eyes wide, heart frenzied and ignoring my panicky thoughts. I stumble forward into the room and I find myself tackled by my mate, the very mate that didn't even want to look at me earlier. The way she jumps into my arms makes my heart almost stop beating. My knees weaken and for a brief moment I am not sure I can support her. That until the sound of the flat lining of the monitor is drowned by the uncontrolled sobbing of my mate. I somehow find all my strength again, my arms going under hers, supporting her as she leans all her weight into my arms.The nurses storm inside of the room as well and before I know it, the room is overcrowded and I feel like I am about to break completely. Maddelaine doesn't stop crying, while she mutters words I can't quite make out right now,
Silence fills the room in a heavy cloud that makes me feel a little uneasy. Killian is still kneeling by the couch, his hand on my belly. I feel odd. I’m not sure why. Maybe it’s because I know how much harm I have done to him, and how much pain he must have been through.I knew damn well I was nothing but a bitch for a whole entire month, while he had worked his ass off to finish remodeling this home for us. For me, for our babies, for us as a family. I knew all this and yet, I could not bring myself to genuinely apologize. It would not have been enough anyway, so why bother, right? Seeing him this patient, this calm in the middle of the storm, this gentle and genuinely entranced by the idea of being a father, made /her/ rethink quite a handful of things that were now a bit uncomfortable to think about./Trusting him could be a mistake…/ Trusting him could also be the besst thing we could do in this lifetime./His kind -/He can’t erase or delete from history what his kind has don