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of how right this feels with you.”
His voice was deep and smooth.
Cutting through me like that doctor’s did to Anna.
My knees started to buckle a little as I walked through the room.
Silas just kept playing guitar, walking, guiding me to the couch.
“I’m here, Mila Justa. I will fight your brother every day. I will deal with your crazy family. I will live in this little room at this great big inn, and I will play guitar for you and our baby. I will rub your back every night for the rest of your life. I will stand with you when you’re sick. Or stand outside the bathroom door.”
Silas stopped playing guitar.
“And I swear I won’t say anything about what to eat and not to eat ever again.”
I covered my mouth as I laughed.
Tears filled my eyes and spilled down to my cheeks and hands.
“You okay?” Silas asked.
I moved my hands. “It’s the fucking hormones, Silas. They’re driving me crazy!”
Silas laughed. “I love you so much, Mila. I don’t want you to worry about me. Us. All of this.”
“I’m sorry too, Silas. I shouldn’t have-”
“Darling, you’re growing a human in your body right now. You don’t have to be sorry for anything.” Silas took the guitar off and placed it on a chair. “This is about us and our family.”
“At the inn,” I said.
Silas shook his head. “Sit down, darling.”
Silas took my hand and sat me down on the couch.
Before I could ask what was happening, he opened a folder on the table.
“This is why I fought your brother,” he said. “For this house. For our house.”
“What?” I asked.
“I went to see Tyler and wanted to know if it was better to build on a piece of land or gut a house. We decided to gut a house. This one right here. Just wait until you see it when it’s done, darling. The best part is you get to boss your brother around. Anything you want, he’s going to do it.”
I looked at Silas.
I was still freaking crying.
“Silas…”
“I hope you don’t mind,” he said. “Buying this without you knowing. It’s a great house. And you get to decide how you want it to look.”
“You bought me a house.”
“I bought our family a house, Mila.” Silas squeezed my hand and put his forehead to mine. “I’m here, darling. Don’t ever think for a second I’m not. There’s no more debating it. I didn’t almost lose my jaw from a punch by your brother for no reason. Okay?”
“Okay,” I managed to whisper.
Silas brushed his lips to mine and I cried again.
He scooped me up into his arms and laughed.
I gently slapped him across the face. “This is not funny! I hate these hormones!”
“I know you do, darling,” Silas said. “Want to call Tyler right now and start driving him crazy with all of our ideas?”
I smiled ear to ear. “Fuck yes I do.”
Chapter Eighteen
SILAS
When I woke up with Mila in my arms, I moved super slow with a big smile on my face. Normally Mila was up by then. Rushing to the bathroom to throw up. Or making the error in quickly eating, only to throw up a little while later.
Her warm body felt so good against mine. Her head resting where my chest and shoulder met. Her breasts, already getting fuller, pressed against my bare skin. My left hand spread across her back and I pulled at her, feeling an uncontrollable urge to hold her and keep her safe so her body could focus on nothing but growing our child.
That was a new feeling for me. Putting my sexual thoughts in second place.
Not that I didn’t have those thoughts and not that Mila wasn’t beautiful.
Nothing would tame me when it came to my attraction to her.
With my right hand, I touched her cheek, brushing a few strands of hair out of her face.
Mila moved a little, groaning. I watched her breasts begin to sweep across my chest as her left hand grabbed at my side, inching her body a little bit more over mine.
Then her eyes opened and she looked at me.
She seemed confused at first.
Her eyes moved left to right.
“Morning, darling,” I whispered.
“I don’t feel sick.”
I smiled. “You might be the first woman to wake up next to me and not feel sick.”
“Shut up, Silas,” she said.
I ran my fingers through her hair. “Since you don’t feel sick…”
Mila tapped her hand over the covers against my good morning thickness.
“How about some coffee?” she asked with that vicious smile of hers.