today, but it wasn’t going to months away, either.
“Six weeks. That’ll give everyone more than enough time to plan. I think it’s more than responsible.” I sounded like a pompous ass even to my own ears. However, this was Gia we were talking about. Six weeks was being fair. If I had it my way, I would have married her bedside. But my father and Gia made valid arguments, so I rethought my position. After all, weddings were what girls dreamt of, not guys. In fact, I had never imagined getting married—or having a baby. But here I was… And all I could think of was making her my wife, making the three of us a real family. It wasn’t the wedding part that I cared about…it was the woman that’d be walking down the aisle to me.
Gia put on a brave face and accepted the challenge. “You’re on, caveman. But I’m counter-offering with five weeks.” Her snarky smile set off fireworks in my heart. Mine. She walked to me, and I wrapped her in my arms, squeezing her hard enough to become one. “My inked-up cavemen. Did you think you were the only one in this relationship that sought to become whole?”
We were both broken, that’s how the light got in. We all have our own demons, our own secrets, and our own cracks. We are broken in one way or another. It’s what makes us unique and beautiful. And that’s part of the reason she’s my beauty. It all comes down to disappointment. We have both been hit with it. Some of it in a hard blow, and others in sweeping hits. Some hit us so hard it knocked the wind out of us, changing us forever, and creating cracks that are slow to heal. At the end of the day, we are there for each other through it all. All the pain, drama, and heartache. She is the ink in my skin, the song in my head, and the lyric on my tongue.
I checked on the baby before meeting Gia in the shower. Our eyes battled before I stepped into her space. I knew she had to have been feeling self-conscience about her post-baby body, and I was here to dispel her worries. “What? You said I needed a shower. I’m conserving water.”
She turned her body, facing away from me. Damn it to fucking hell. “You do, but this is my shower, and I’m washing this disgusting wound. I can’t do that with you watching. It’s gross. Just leave.” Her tone was succinct and it shot through me, deadening my insides.
Oh, she has to be kidding me. “I want you,” I said, using my finger to draw a line from her neck to her shoulder. She didn’t move, but I could hear her tiny breaths escape past the running water. She was affected. Maybe as affected as I was. “What’s changed, my beauty?” I spun her around to face me, taking the soapy sponge out of her hand. “I still want to possess this body.” I washed her full tits. “And fuck your pussy until I’ve had my fill. Until you can’t walk.” I washed her stomach lightly, taking note of her tender flesh. She winched, and it nearly broke me.
“Didn’t you hear the doctor? No vaginal sex until I’m cleared…unless you want Irish twins…” Her voice was barely a whisper, but I heard her loud and clear. I knew that of course. The fucker got my attention with that rule. But that’s going out the fucking window. No way was I not coming in that sweet pussy for god knows how long. Fuck anyone who plays god with my life. Not happening.
“I haven’t forgotten his boner-crushing memo. But I never agreed to it. So, technically, I’m not breaking any rules.” My eyes dropped to her tongue that peeked out past her pouty lips. I knew her tits were aching from being engorged with milk, and I’m not selfish enough to take my daughter’s substance. But I knew they were aching for my hand. Or was my hand aching to play with them? Her breath kicked up, causing them to sway beneath the stream of water.
“You’re going to be a fucking caveman and not listen to the doctor, aren’t you?” Her hands went to her hips as her eyes scrutinized mine.
“Would you really want me any other way?”
She didn’t deny it. However, her lack of emotion concerned me.
I pressed her with determination. “How about I seduce you