All Chapters of My Tyrant CEO: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

"Don't feel guilty", Michael interrupted me. "You know how much I make. I know how much you make. A phone won't tear me into ruin.""Me neither!", I pointed out."It's a gift from me", Michael insisted. "And if you deny my gift, I'll go into silent treatment."I shut up in defeat. Dammit Michael.Michael's finger drummed into my back. Was he nervous?Was my Michael really nervous?It made my heart melt as I saw a slight hint of redness on his cheeks. I was glad to not be the only one whose heart was hammering like crazy when we talked about this topic.My head nuzzled up to his chest and I heard his heart beat heavily."I was thinking about us and when it would be appropriate to pop the question. I know that I want to marry you. I want to have kids with you immediately as well. I just knew if I asked too early you would say no. I'm still not sure if you would accept my proposal even now." He sounded hurt."I-""Don't defend yourself", Michael shook his head. "I can understand it. I un

"Even when I'm an asshole?", he grimaced. "You are my handsome asshole", I reminded him, softly hitting his arm. "And we are not naming our oldest Baldwin."Michael's face changed and made him look 5 years younger. "You truly are a gift - I haven't completely lost you?""You can never lose me - not when you told me you would propose."Michael raised my hands to his lips and kissed my fingers. "Tonight. Let's go to another city." His face lost it's beaming happiness for a second. "I will tell you how it was at home during the divorce.""Not after such an argument!", I protested."If this has shown me one thing, then it's that we both are suffering from my past. I hate talking about it. I dread it. I would rather run away right now then actually tell you anything - but dammit I'll fucking hate myself if I lose you over my own foolishness. So I'll talk for you.""How can you love me so much?", I whispered, wrapping my arms around him. "Not that I love you any less.""How do you make me s

"What? Somebody has to discipline them, and I don't see you spanking them."Sara grew thoughtful. "Well, ... that's true but still.""We won't beat them. Surely you were spanked too as a child."She nodded. "See? That's the maximum we'll do", I promised her."When do you want to start?", Sara asked. "We are both getting older after all.""If you don't mind, I'd like to have our first child before I turn 32. I don't want to be too old for when the children need me the most.""And when do you want the last one?", Sara, who was 4 years younger than me, making her 26, had all the time in the world still. I, however, did not."Before I turn 40, it that's alright with you.""9 years. 5 children", she did some calculating in her head. "31 first child. 33 second. 35 third. 37 fourth. 39 or 40 fifth?""Two year age gaps?""I need to rest after birth. We need to raise them. I'm not doing a six month break between each child", she adamantly refused."No, I thought maybe you wanted more breaks be

Five kisses later, she asked: "Better?""Much better", I admitted. I felt lighter. I felt so much lighter. "No comment from your side?""Do you want one?", Sara stroke my hair back. I nodded slowly."I think you are a very courageous and formidable man and I'm proud you managed all of that."I pressed her strongly into a hug.That's all I had needed.For the remaining evening, we watched the sun set, watched the tourists walk around while we quietly held each other and enjoyed each other's company.I loved brushing my fingers up and down her legs, loved how she played with my hair, loved her scent and loved her warm brown eyes which caught the golden rays of the sun mesmerizingly.And in times like these, I often ask myself where it all had gone wrong. If my father had loved my mother the way I loved Sara, then I just could not understand how they could separate. What reason had driven him to cheat on her? If they had always been such polar opposites, why get together in the first pla

"We are getting married!", I sobbed. "We are discussing our wedding - oh god I'm marrying you and I'm gonna have babies with you and I'm gonna move in with you and I'm gonna be so mushy and gushy because you are so lovely and oh god I'm gonna bear your name and we are going to be so happy and this is our wedding-"Michael laughed happily and brightly, the loudest and most at ease I've ever heard him be. He drew me into his arms and hugged me strongly."You know how we can make this any more perfect?", he mumbled against my ear, sounding bubbly.I shook my head, sobbing happy tears.He looked shyly at me. "Let's write our own vows. There are a few things I have to say to you when we are getting married. I got blessed with you and I need to voice that."I started bawling at his sweet words.Michael hugged me continuously while he laughed at my emotional outburst."A first dance", he raised my hand and intertwined our fingers, rocking us softly around. "Slow dancing, just the two of us."