Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 19898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 99(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 99(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
The sun was coming up so I decided to get moving, no sense in wasting another second. I took a quick shower and walked back into the bedroom where she still slept. I really didn't want to wake her up, but neither did I want her to awaken and find me gone. Funny, until last night I wouldn’t have cared. I stood over her and just watched her, my heart finally beating right in my chest for the first time in days. I wanted to pick her up and hug her close; I needed to erase the last few days, all the harsh words and the ugliness. Why had someone chosen to taint what we had?
"Dominic...." She sighed my name in her sleep as she turned to my side of the bed. Looks like I didn't need to wake her after all for as soon as she felt the empty space she woke up.
"Morning Madelyn." She turned a wide troubled look towards me and I could see the questions forming in her eyes. I gave her a smile to reassure her and walked over to her side of the bed.
Without any explanation I picked her up and sat back down with her on my lap, but I guess as smoothly as I did it it wasn't smooth enough because she flew off my lap and headed for the bathroom. How could I have forgotten? I helped her clean up after she was sick as a dog and put her back to bed.
"Don't move." She grabbed my hand as I started to move away.
"It's ok baby I'm only going to get you some tea and crackers."
She groaned as though the sound of it alone was torture so first I tried a trick we'd used with her cramps. Lifting what I now recognized as one of my old tee shirts I placed my hand on her lower stomach. She sighed and held it closer with one of hers before settling back into the bed and closing her eyes. With my other hand I smoothed the hair back from her face and watched as silent tears crept from beneath her lashes. My throat became clogged and I wanted to yell and punch something, but not yet. I had to be sure this time no more hotheaded fucked moves. This time I'd get to the bottom of things and then I'll go from there. I climbed in with her and drew her gently into my arms. “Don’t cry Maddy I’m here.”
Chapter 8
I held her until she drifted off to sleep and not wanting to put things off any longer than necessary I got what I needed and headed down the mountain to the post office. I paid extra to have it sent next day whatever the fuck that meant because the post office is full of shit half the time, slow fucks.
Not wanting her to awaken to find me gone I hurried back. She was still asleep curled up on my side of the bed and though I wasn't tired I decided to lie down next to her just in case she woke up sick again. Kicking off my shoes and removing my shirt I climbed in next to her with just my jeans on.
"Dominic?"
"I'm right here baby." She rolled over into my arms and I held her close waiting for the mad dash to the bathroom to follow. When it seemed like my kid was going to have some manners and give his or her mother a break this time I relaxed. It was the first time since the madness started that I'd actually held her as my woman, that the feeling of rage didn't over shadow everything else. She felt the way she always did when I held her, perfect, my perfect girl; so soft and warm and small next to my large frame.
I remembered how it felt to love her, how it was between us, and my cock stiffened. Before I could think better of it I nibbled my way down her cheek to her petal soft lips. She opened to me greedily her arms coming around me holding on tight as if she was afraid I'd pull away again. Not this time baby.
Turning her gently onto her back I touched her for the first time in what felt like weeks instead if days my hands not quite sure of themselves. I hadn't fucked her since I found out she was carrying my child, fuck if I knew how to mate with a pregnant woman. I kept watching her for signals, letting the little sounds she made direct me. She loved having her tits sucked; I could make her cum just by that alone.
They felt fuller in my mouth and hands as I lifted her nipple onto my tongue, could I still bite her the way I like to? Only one-way to find out Hearst. I bit down on her nipple and she moaned, her hands pulling my hair, she wanted more. So far so good, now do I lie on top of her or is that too much?