Finally (Neighbor from Hell #12) - R.L. Mathewson Page 0,94

to roll back onto his back a few seconds later with, “No it’s not.”

“And I love you, Devin, but you didn’t need to do this,” she said, hating to see him in this much pain.

“We’re going to get married and have another child,” Devin said firmly as he took her hand in his.

“Devin, I-”

“We’re also going to make it official. I emailed my cousin Garrett and he’s drawing up the adoption papers,” he said, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze.

“Really?” Charlie said, feeling her lips pull up into a watery smile.

“Really,” Devin said, using his hold on her hand, he pulled her closer so that he could reach up and cup her face in his hands.

“Are you sure?” she asked, placing her hand over his as she searched his expression, trying to make sure that this was what he really wanted.

“Absolutely,” Devin said, pulling her closer so that he could kiss her, slowly brushing his lips against hers.

“How many?” she asked, making him chuckle.

“I think we could handle two more, maybe three,” he said, making her smile.

“Yeah?” she said, absently as she slowly lost herself in that kiss.

“Mmmhmm,” Devin said, running his hands down her back. “Just as long as you’re finally mine.”

Chapter 43

Two Weeks and Five Days Later…

That was it.

He wanted a divorce, Devin decided as he sat there, seething as he was forced to watch his wife cuddling his children and pets while he was stuck on the other end of the couch, alone. As he sat there, absently running his thumb over the underside of the black wedding band that he now proudly wore on his finger, one thing became painfully clear.

His wife was trying to kill him.

For the past nineteen days, she’d kept her naughty little hands off him and it was fucking killing him. At first, he’d appreciated it and even foolishly believed that she was doing it because she loved him, but then the doctor cleared him to return to regular activities and…

Nothing.

Not one fucking kiss, caress, or touch to put him out of his fucking misery. The most he got was a kiss on his cheek and a quick hug seconds before he was forced to watch her give his children double the kisses that he got. Then again, that probably shouldn’t surprise him given what happened on their wedding night…

Since he’d been somewhat incapacitated at the time, he’d been forced to ask for help to pull it off. He’d considered waiting until he was healed before they got married, but he didn’t want to take any chances that she’d change her mind. So, he did what every self-respecting Bradford had done before him.

He’d kidnapped his bride.

Okay, so kidnapping might be a bit of an exaggeration since what he really did was tell her that they were taking the kids to the movies with Ben and T.J.’s help and then simply drove to New Hampshire while pretending that he didn’t hear her mumbling something about a secondary location. Once they were in New Hampshire, he’d shamelessly used the twins to lure her out of the car and into the courthouse and once he had her where he wanted her…

She’d told him that she wasn’t sure that she could marry him because she just wasn’t feeling worshipped enough to find the energy to make it down the aisle.

That was followed by him agreeing that she should feel properly worshipped on her wedding day before locking her in a storage closet until she agreed to marry him. That led to him leaving her in there until she admitted that she loved and adored him and couldn’t wait to marry him. Once she’d convinced him that she couldn’t wait to marry him, he’d released her so that he could make her the happiest woman alive.

He’d ignored her glares while the Justice of the Peace married them and focused on the night ahead. The doctor hadn’t cleared him, but he’d decided not to let that stop him. He’d planned on spending the night showing his wife just how much he loved her only to discover that his wife had made other plans, plans that ended with him sleeping alone while his wife and children cuddled on the other hotel bed, watching Disney movies all night while he’d laid there, seething.

She was mean, Devin decided as he sat there, uncaring that he was fucking pouting. When it became more than obvious that his wife didn’t care that he was pouting, he narrowed his eyes on her until he