Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 93284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 466(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 466(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Sam was already on his back in the bed, hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling. He was wearing a pair of red boxer briefs that cupped his package beautifully. The muscles in his arms stood out because of how he was holding his arms. The v of his abs looked more prominent as well. I licked my lips, and let out a breath. His face looked like stone however.
“Are you okay, honey?” I asked him as I sat on the bed.
He turned his head my way, then let his eyes trail down my naked body. I was over being self-conscious about my body in front of him. Once the belly started poking out I went out of my way to hide it, and he called me out on it.
I had just stepped out of the shower when he walked in to shave his face. I normally was pretty open about letting him see me, but this time I went out of my way to hide my body from him.
“Don’t.” He said to me.
I looked up and met his eyes in the mirror, towel clutched to my chest.
“Don’t what?” I feigned ignorance.
“Don’t hide your body from me. There is nothing sexier than seeing my baby growing in you. Nothing. All I have to do is think about it, and I get an instant hard-on, let alone look at you. You are beautiful. Don’t take it from me.” Sam said.
I gave him a small smile, and dropped the towel on the floor and walked up to him and hugged him from behind.
“Okay.” I whispered, and then placed a kiss to the middle of his back.
Sam was looking at me now like I had grown even hotter in his eyes. That made me so very happy, because I would forever have a changed body thanks to my lovely fat babies that were growing inside of me.
“Yes, baby. As long as I have you, I am perfect.” He said reaching for me and pulling me down so that I was spooned from behind. He reached back and turned the lamp off plunging us into darkness. He grabbed the pillows at the end of the bed, and situated one between my legs, the other went to support my belly. He dragged the comforter over us, and then wrapped me up in his strong arms.
“I love you, Sam.” I whispered into the darkness.
“I love you, too.” He said back to me.
I fell asleep not long after that. I woke once, my heart pounding and terror running through my veins, but Sam’s husky voice pulled me out of the night mare that I was having.
“It’s okay, baby. I’m here. It was just a nightmare.”
I settled back down, then turned in his arms, getting a more comfortable position, and then fell back asleep.
What I didn’t know is that Sam stayed awake the entire night, his hands alternating from my stomach feeling the babies move, and his hand over my heart so he could reassure himself that it was still beating.
Chapter 20
It was the tenth of December, and Cheyenne made me promise that we would go get a Christmas tree, so here I was after lunch time to go and get one. It was Friday; six weeks had passed since Cheyenne was kidnapped. Her stomach was heeled, and only a faint pink line was left of what Malcolm had done to her.
Surprisingly Cheyenne bounced back with nothing worse for wear. She didn’t act like anything even happened. She had told me a couple of days later why she wasn’t more upset.
“I knew you would come for me, Sam. It never crossed my mind that you would be there for me. Don’t blame yourself, there was nothing you could have done differently that would have changed anything. Malcolm can’t run our lives. We have to go about living ours, or he will win.”
I didn’t question her much after that, I trusted her to let me know if there was anything that I could do. I accompanied her to every one of her appointments since then to make sure that the same thing would happen again.
The plan to capture Malcolm at the warehouse was a go. All the details were worked out, and we had Malcolm’s usual routine down enough that we could set up the sting without worry.
Jack was able to track down his financials, and found that he was transferring a hefty deposit into a local cop’s bank account. Finding the cop was not hard at all, and with Officer Peterson and Cooper’s help he was found quickly.
The local cop was just a beat cop, and was only there to inform Malcolm if something was happening in the station. He was supposed to keep his name from being run as well. Guess the cop wasn’t doing as good of a job as he should have been. Malcolm had used the cop’s daughter against him. She had just been diagnosed with cancer, and wouldn’t have been able to pay for it without Malcolm’s help.
It was sad, but there was no excuse for it, and the cop flipped extremely fast. He had already been wavering on whether he actually wanted to continue doing it and with just a little persuasion from us and he told us everything he knew.
He normally met him at a local abandoned warehouse every other Tuesday, and in an emergency he had a cell phone number he was to use. Jack was able to put a track on his phone and we followed his movements for the past week to make sure we didn’t have any nasty surprises.
The meeting that was supposed to take place this coming Tuesday was when we were going to make our move. The warehouse has been monitored inside and out since we found out about it. We didn’t want to make any rookie mistakes by rushing into this. We were taking our time, watching and waiting until we knew with certainty that we weren’t going into an ambush.
Cheyenne wasn’t aware of our operation however. She was blissfully unaware, and I planned to keep it that way. She was finally starting to get into this baby thing, and I didn’t want to ruin it for her by telling her something that would worry her to death.