Creed rolled over me and by the time I turned in bed I heard what I suspected was the lamp from my nightstand crash against the wall.
Then I heard his roar, “Fuck me!” and I shot out of bed, pressed myself to his back and circled his middle with my arms.
I pressed my face into his skin, into my tat. “Sorry, baby, sorry, so, so, sorry. I should have shut up. I shouldn’t have kept talking.”
He twisted in my arms and his big hands cupped either side of my head, jerking it back with only a modicum of gentleness and his shadowed face was all I could see.
“You work that shit out, Sylvie, you work it out and you do it with me,” he growled.
“Okay.” I thought it best to agree immediately.
“You give me everything you got, I’ll deal.”
“Okay,” I agreed again, immediately.
“They took a month from me. They took six years from you. I’ll deal.”
“Okay.”
He used his hands on my head to yank me forward and I did a forced face plant in his chest before his arms wrapped around my head.
When I felt his chest expand with a huge breath then release I felt it safe to note, “They took a month from you, six years from me but they took sixteen years from us.”
“Yeah. And we’ll both deal with that shit by me makin’ love to you, planting my baby inside you and both of us, when we make more, all of us livin’ free, easy and happy for the rest of our lives, exactly how they did not want us to be.”
It was easy to agree to that one.
“Okay.”
Creed didn’t let me go and I let him hold me.
This went on awhile. So long I decided to move things on.
“Uh… Creed?”
“Right here, Sylvie.”
“This might not be the time but I’m thinking at least three kids, maybe four.”
His body turned to stone.
“Okay, three,” I said hurriedly.
Creed said nothing.
“Right, then, two. But, warning, I’m sticking on two.”
Creed still said nothing.
“Though, if it’s two boys, we have to go for a girl…” I paused, “and, uh, vice versa.”
Creed stayed silent but started walking me backwards to the bed. We weren’t too far so we went down in two steps, me on my back, Creed on top of me.
After we bounced twice and settled, Creed spoke.
“You want four kids, we best get to work, baby.”
I grinned.