All Chapters of A year and half: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

KillianToday, I had woken up completely wrapped around Hope with my hand on her baby bump.It was utterly amazing how I went from waking up alone and hungover, to waking up with a wife who was carrying my child, and—most astonishing of all—was in love with me. Little moans left her lips as she stirred and turned so her back was on the bed. "I feel so tired..." She groaned, stretching her arms going over her head in an attempt to work sleep out of her muscles but it only made the sheets covering her body fall, bringing those nipples to sight and the morning chill made it instantly hard. Unable to resist, I lowered the sheet more and flicked one stiff peak with my tongue. She jerked. "Ow, they're sensitive, Killian." "I just want to nibble a little." I pulled a nipple into my mouth and sucked hard."Killian, ah." She arched again and the extremely erotic sound she made shot through me, fueling me with the appetite to do more but the moment I sucked hard again and felt a foreign su

Killian I snapped out of my thoughts the minute my father finished his speech and the crowd began to applaud. The funeral was held in St. Patrick's cathedral and although I preferred not to attend, Gwendolyn dragged me out of my hotel room and forced me here in the front seat where everyone cried like they ever gave a shit about him when he was alive.I was supposed to be crying too tho. I knew I was supposed to be crying. Everyone else was. But my eyes were dry and I didn't know why either because I loved that old man more than I ever admitted and when someone you love dies like this, you are supposed to be destroyed but right now, I was staring into the open casket in front of me, hoping that seeing him one last time would bring me some kind of closure. But I felt...nothing. "He's not coming back, is he?" Gwen whispered beside me. When I tried to speak, nothing came out. My throat was swollen shut. It'd been that way for the past four days. I shook my head. "He's not."I could te

The moment Killian collapsed in front of me, everything became a fog. My brain short-circuited and It wasn't until doctor Jones arrived that I regained bits and pieces of my senses. "He'll be fine." He assured me. "He had a blackout, it occurs sometimes when you take in too much alcohol. His sugar levels were also high but I've been able to stabilize it so once he's rested, he'll be back up on his feet."I sagged with relief, turning towards the bed to stare at Killian's still unconscious form. "Thank you very much. Thank you for coming here at such short notice."He smiled candidly at me. "It's my job. Just make sure he stays in bed and away from alcohol."I nodded and helped him pack up before seeing him out of the house. When I returned, Killian was still asleep, looking terribly pale with pain twisted on his beautiful face. I pulled one of the chairs in his room to the side of his bed and sat down. The level of heat radiating from the bed was quite alarming and my stomach knotted

I wished there was a way to turn off everything I felt. The pain, the sadness, the anger, the hurt, the exhaustion. I dragged in a deep breath, eyes filled with so many tears that they blurred my vision. So this was what it felt like to trust someone and then have them break that trust. When Isabella said 'giving your trust to someone meant handing them a dagger to stab you', I didn't understand what she meant, but now, sitting here in utter pain and disdain, I realized her words couldn't have been truer because It felt like a dagger had been jabbed straight into my chest. "Hope," Killian called out to me, his breathing quick and shallow. It was like a haze lifted from his eyes and he could vividly see the damage he'd done to me. "Baby..." He extended his hand to touch me."Don't..." I begged, clutching the sheets closer to my body. "Don't...Touch me, please." "Alright, I won't baby. I'm sorry baby. I got carried away." He implored, his eyes pleading with me as a myriad of emot

I always thought I was doomed by not being able to fall In love, but once I did fall, I wished I hadn't because the last two women I ever loved left me in a blur of rapid emotions; pain, regret, heartache, exhaustion, and most dominate of all, anger. It had been four weeks since Hope left me. Three since I camped in front of her house and begged for a chance to start over but got beaten up again by Scott.Two since I decided to follow Brad's advice and visit her workplace with flowers and chocolates and a lot of fucked up shit just to apologize but still got rejected and reminded I was one step away from a restraining order.And finally, one since I decided that..."Mr. Fobster?"I snapped back from my reverie and looked up from the white screen I'd stared so long at that my eyes burned.Cleo walked in, holding the photocopies I'd asked for-or rather- yelled for. Don't blame me. The anger that I'd been carrying around for these past weeks was physically draining and she just so see