Total pages in book: 151
Estimated words: 139803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 699(@200wpm)___ 559(@250wpm)___ 466(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 139803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 699(@200wpm)___ 559(@250wpm)___ 466(@300wpm)
Which meant she was having a really bad day.
I set my bag on the floor and headed toward the bedroom. Axel was focused on his phone, probably reading a chapter out of one of his textbooks for school. Meghan was passed out beside him on the bed, her face red and blotchy from crying.
My heart ripped apart in my chest for her.
“How bad?” I quietly asked Axel.
He didn’t lift his eyes from his phone. “She cried for three hours before she finally passed out.” He finally lifted his eyes to look at me. “She’s having a rough day. I barely got her out of bed this morning.”
I kicked my shoes off and slipped in bed beside her, drawing her into my arms. Axel got off the bed and stretched, his back muscles popping as he did so. “I have to go complete this paper,” he told me. “She needs you right now anyway.”
I nodded in agreement. This was something that had to be done between her and I. The anniversary of her miscarriage was nearing. I’d known it was going to hit her hard. I’d just been hoping I would be home when it did.
He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her cheek before he walked out of the room. I slipped my hand under Meghan’s shirt until I reached her breast. I barely held back my groan of approval when I realized she wasn’t wearing a bra. She had started going without one more and more lately, complaining that the constriction always made her breasts hurt.
I sure as fuck wasn’t complaining.
She released a small moan when I rubbed the pad of my thumb over her nipple, feeling it harden under my touch. I took her lips in a slow, sweet kiss, slowly coaxing her awake. She responded to my kiss as she slowly woke up, another soft moan leaving her lips. She rolled to her back, allowing me to move over her.
Once her shirt was off, I slowly worked my way down her body, leaving her breathless and moaning beneath me.
Sex with us was always hard and fast, but she needed me to be gentle and loving today, and I would be. I would be anything she needed me to be.
Because I was hers. My first and main priority would always be her.
I slowly slid her leggings and panties down her legs. Then, I began to kiss up the inside of her legs from her ankles to the inside of her thighs.
I glanced up at her, my heart skipping a beat in my chest when I saw how beautiful she fucking looked.
My goddess. Always my fucking goddess.
I pulled my shirt over my head and yanked my sweats down my legs. I wasted no time in moving back over her, taking her lips again with my own before I slid inside of her. Our bodies slowly rocked together, her legs wrapped around my waist as she softly moaned my name, her hands running over every part of my body she could touch. I brought her over the edge repeatedly, showing her in the way that I always had how much she fucking meant to me.
That I would never give up on her.
That I could never hate her.
That no matter what the fuck happened between us, whether past, present, or future, she could always rely on me to be there for her.
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I sponged the warm water over Meghan’s body as she leaned back against me, her foot slowly rubbing up and down my leg. “Axel said you were having a rough day,” I quietly spoke up.
She nodded. “I’m just having trouble coping with the anniversary of my miscarriage.” Her hand moved to her belly beneath the water, almost as if she were protectively holding the child she now carried. “I didn’t think it would be this hard,” she quietly admitted.
“Talk to me,” I pleaded. “Tell me what’s going through that pretty head of yours.”
A tear slid down her cheek. I tightened my arm around her and placed my other hand over hers on her belly, holding our child with her. “I feel like I failed you. I know I failed him,” she whispered at the end. “I was so caught up in my own misery that I frankly didn’t give a fuck about anyone but myself, and it was selfish. I was selfish.”
“No, baby girl. Not selfish. You were trying to survive. I didn’t see it then. I was so caught up in controlling you that I never bothered to try to see things from your perspective. We both played a part. If I had just tried to listen to you, perhaps things would have been different.” I drew in a deep breath. “But, as much as it hurts, all of that pain got you the help you needed. It forced me to get the help that I needed, baby. Oliver served the purpose that he was meant to serve. Don’t let that be in vain.”