I screamed and jolted out of my seat, my hand swinging to defend myself from the hand that had grabbed my shoulder. I swung my barely folded fists a few times before I stumbled and tripped on my feet. A hand grabbed me but I screamed and jumped back, putting much space between us.
I hit the lamp switch so fast, wide eyes falling on Storm.
He could never understand the fear in me.
My hand flew to my rabid heart, nearly tearing from the arteries.
I couldn’t even talk and when did it get so dark?
Storm raised an eyebrow which drew my eyes to the bruise at the corner of his eye.
“Oh my, what happened?”&
“What kind of parenting do you want? Are we going to be strict, be chilled and cool parents, or?” I asked later at night, having talked nearly through the night. It reminded me of the song ‘pillow talk’. Ryan fell silent, in deep thought. I ran my finger down the side of his face for the millionth time probably. “How was your childhood like?” I asked without even thinking then I shook my head, “sorry, you don’t have to tell me,” I quickly said. I knew it wasn’t a colorful one which he could just easily speak of. Ryan stayed silent for a second more before taking a deep breath, “my childhood would be someone’s horror movie. Sometimes my mind takes me back and it’s bloody.” We both sucked in a breath. “To my father I was a weapon, an asset he could use. He made sure to utilize the asset to its fullest potential. I started training very early and while I was too young to fight, I was a spotter. I stayed in the streets and watched them for him. No one suspected the homeless child who
We woke up at eleven again the next day. I sat on Ryan’s thighs and ran my fingers around his bandages and past his scars. He lay on his stomach, head on his arms, eyes closed. “Are you excited?” “A bit scared,” he honestly answered. “Me too,” I admitted. “We are seeing our baby for the first time,” I whispered out before leaning over to kiss his side. We got up and got ready together. The doctor would arrive at twelve. We had breakfast while the doctor set up in a spare bedroom next to ours. “Please call Fina, she can come, anyone that wants to,” I said to Angie, one of our house staff. “Thank you ma’am, we’ll be there,” she said happily then quickly rushed off to the kitchen. I giggled and looked to Ryan who was staring at me with a gleam then moved to kiss my cheek. Together we went up to the room. We greeted Spencer and his team before I got into the bed. Ryan helped me up then sat next to me, not letting go of my hand. We talked a little about how I have been, about the
“This one is about me,” Ryan said and I threw a pillow for the hundredth time. He was becoming a pro at ducking them, his laugh echoing in the room. “It’s okay little fairy, you missed me,” He said as he walked towards me. I groaned out and began running away from him. “It’s not about you!” I shouted while running away from his grabby hands. He caught me by the corner and held me hostage. “Just admit you sang it for you.” “Okay fine, it’s your song, another one.” The grin on Ryan’s face was to die for. “I love when you make songs for me,” He said in the most innocent way you could imagine, so cute I pruned and grinned so hard. He held out his hand and I placed mine on his. We had danced, laughed, and chased each other through the studio as we listened to the fourteen songs I had recorded. Ryan circled his arm around my waist and we began dancing again. A slow dance as we stared at each other’s eyes. I could just stare into those dark eyes for the rest of my life, digging throu
I was wiped but we had to eat. So somehow we helped each other shower then I helped Ryan change his bandages. He guided me through it. Listening to him, helping him, I wanted to do nothing else but it.“I am doing this every morning for you,” I stated then lowered and kissed his neck. “Are you proposing another round?”I jumped back only to hiss,” No, no, no, I’m good.” There was no way I was surviving another round. I was barely standing even then. “Does it hurt?” “It feels like you are still in me, and I still feel the hum of the orgasm.” I whispered out, relishing on the feeling, it felt so good. “You are making me hard again wife,” I giggled and put the last of the new patches. Standing so close to him, in broad daylight, I noted that this wasn’t the first time he got hurt on his back. There were similar old scars, like whips. And up so close I saw the scars the tattoos were hiding. So many. I swallowed and did not say anything. “Done,” Luckily we had not pulled any stitc
Ryan naturally woke up around four. I held him tighter and refused to let him go. I passed out and when I woke up at eight he was dead asleep. Twenty minutes later I also passed out again, waking up as he tried to peel himself away from me at Eleven. The weather agreed with us because it was raining. Ryan walked back to the room, stretching. “Morning,” I greeted as I also stretched on the bed. A fat smile was on my face because he had gotten more than eight hours of sleep. Ryan was not happy about it, I could see it on his face. He walked over, bent down, and placed a kiss on my forehead. “I am starting to think you are a bad influence in my life,” He said as he collapsed down on the bed and groaned. He still had the remains of sleep evident on his face. It was so cute. He was so handsome. I rolled over and lay with my head propelled on my hands. “A little bit of corruption is needed now and again,” “You can corrupt me all you want,” He said, making me laugh, then he push
I chased Ryan out of the kitchen and told him to freshen up. It took a few kisses to convince him. Once I was alone, I did a twirl and held the giggle in. My hand lay on my chest then I shook my head. I went back to cooking but my mind was still trapped in the memory of what just happened and also looking forward to the night we were about to have. I quickly finished the dishes then loaded the dishwasher. Once the kitchen was clean and everything was sorted I put the food on a tray and began making my way out. My eyes fell on the large bouquet and I recalled that I had not thanked him for them. I wondered what was in the paper bag. I rushed up and nearly fell. Luckily, I wasn’t carrying the drinks or they would have spilled. I opened the door to the bedroom with my elbow and turned over to make my way in. The soothing scent of vanilla and cinnamon had filled the room as I had hoped and the room looked so good. Ryan was just walking out of the closet, pulling his t-shirt down and it