Unhinge - Calia Read Page 0,91

back. My eyes closed. Every muscle in my body strained. My hands gripped the back of the couch as we moved in unison.

“I love you,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

This was the kind of love that I could stretch my arms wide and never feel constricted in. I could take a deep breath and the air would never be stale.

I could live in this love.

Then I let go and screamed so loudly, my throat ached.

Sinclair’s forehead rested against my breast as he surged into me one final time. A groan tore from his throat. I really didn’t think there was anything better than watching a man lose control and knowing that you caused him to reach that point.

Sinclair sucked in a deep breath and opened one eye, then gave me a smirk. Sweat dripped down our bodies, mingling together to create a scent that only we could know.

After a few seconds of nothing but panting he told me I was the only woman who could bring him to his knees, but to me it was the other way around.

Touched.

Burned.

Branded.

This man owned me.

As if he could sense my thoughts, Sinclair lifted his head and looked me straight in the eyes. He cupped my face with his rough hands.

“I’d risk anything for you,” he said.

I believed him.

—

Later on, after we had showered and changed and were lying in bed, Sinclair and I went through baby names. I was only four months along. It was too soon to tell what I was having, but I was almost certain it was a girl. It was a feeling in my gut. Sinclair was convinced it was a boy.

The TV was on, emitting its glow across our faces. Time didn’t exist when we were together. It loomed outside the door, waiting to latch back on to us. But here we were free from it and everything else that haunted us in our real life.

These moments were the only thing keeping me sane. The divorce was moving along at a snail’s pace, so slow that sometimes I wished I had just run away with Sinclair and started over somewhere else. I was convinced it would’ve been easier.

I turned the page of the book and scanned the baby girl names starting with E. “I like Evelyn,” I said.

Sinclair lifted a brow.

“You don’t like it?”

“I gotta think about it.”

I rubbed my belly. “We could call her Evie.”

“You could,” Sinclair said agreeably. He rolled onto his back. With his hands laced behind his head he stared up at the ceiling, looking deep in thought.

For the past few days we’d been going over names. Back and forth we would fire off names, like it was a game. I hadn’t settled on anything yet. Nothing had really stood out to me. I figured I’d know when I heard the right name. Everything would just click.

I had gone back to looking through names when out of nowhere Sinclair shouted, “Evelyn Montgomery!”

My baby book flew in the air and I just about fell out of the bed. “What the hell was that?”

“I was testing out the name.”

“For what?”

“At one point, we’re going to shout out our child’s name. So we need to find one that works that way.”

I blinked and stared at him as if he had grown three heads.

“Do it,” he urged.

“You’re kidding.”

“Completely serious. Try it.”

I lay back and stared up at the ceiling. I pointedly ignored Sinclair but I felt his eyes on me. “Stop smiling,” I said. “You’re making me feel ridiculous.”

He covered his eyes. “Fine. I won’t look at you.”

I smiled and took a deep breath and shouted out her name.

Sinclair dropped his hands. He quirked a brow and gave me a look that said: Well? What do you think?

“I like it. Fits perfectly. But we’ll never yell at her.”

“Something tells me that there are millions of parents before us who have made the same declaration,” he said.

“What makes you so sure it’s a girl?” Sinclair asked a moment later.

“I can just tell. The kicks she gives me are powerful. She’s a female who wants to make her presence known.”

“But if it’s a boy…”

“It’s not.”

“Humor me for a second, V. If it’s a boy, what names do you like?”

Sinclair didn’t want to know the sex of the baby. He said he wanted to be surprised. I, on the other hand, wanted to know. I had to know. During the last sonogram, the doctor had said that they couldn’t get a clear view to see if it was