"So how long is this drive?" Nicholas reached over and took my hand to hold in his. "We're avoiding rush hour, so probably around an hour." He wanted to be alone again today—just the two of us—to check out the house he found for us. So we were in a sedan because he didn't want me or the baby to be cramped in his favorite car. It was the day after his meeting with Simon, and I wasn't quite sure how I felt about it all. Nicholas had gotten home late the night before, looking tired, but relieved. He had pulled me into his arms and told me everything that happened. The problem was: nothing much had happened. It should have been good news. It should have made us happy when Simon basically backed down immediately once Nicholas presented everything he had. That he didn't put up any fight and agreed to cut all ties to the Rowes. As relieved as Nicholas seemed, I couldn't avoid feeling unsettled. It was all way too easy. Nicholas had been geared up for battle, but Simon waved the white f
Nicholas wasn't around a lot, spending extra time at the office. He'd already discussed stepping back from his involvement in the company, and they were all putting in a lot of work to make the transition smoother.Aside from all that, I spent any extra time I had with Courtney and Lory, shopping for Christmas presents and maternity clothes. I was in search of one item in particular. "This one is gorgeous," Lory said, holding a white floor-length gown in her hand. Nicholas and I were expected to attend a Christmas ball with his parents, and I needed to find a dress that didn't make me look like a pumpkin. I shook my head at her selection. "It looks more like a wedding dress. Plus, white will only make me look bigger than I already do."Both of them rolled their eyes. "You aren't fat, you're pregnant," Courtney sniped. "You're still skinny everywhere but your stomach."Courtney turned to me. "Are you still planning to take next semester off?"I nodded. "Yeah." I rubbed my belly. "He
As if I could tell him no. Not when he was charming, sweet, and decked out in formal wear. "Okay."He helped me up and held me close, the orchestra bouncing between classical music and holiday songs. I relaxed against him, content with the warmth of his body next to mine and his humming in my ear. I wasn't sure how long we stayed out there, but each time his hands moved up and down my back and his lips brushed over my skin, the more I wanted him."Have I told you how beautiful you are tonight?" My heart raced from his sweet words."Only about a hundred times."His warm breath fanned over my skin when he chuckled. We were probably holding each other entirely too close to be considered appropriate for the occasion, but I didn't care. I couldn't wait to get him home and out of his tuxedo.He nibbled on my earlobe, just enough to drive me crazy. "Are you ready to get out of here?" "Beyond ready." I was ready to pull him into the bathroom and have my way with him. He must have heard the a
The problem with determining my baby's injuries was that I couldn't quite get the right words to come out. I tried to communicate but wasn't doing a very good job. The doctors and Nicholas kept telling me it would take a little more time and to not get discouraged, but to me, it was another form of being trapped. When talking didn't work, I tried writing down my questions, but I couldn't even draw a straight line, let alone form words on the paper.It was more frustrating than anything I'd ever experienced.Aside from all the regular doctors and nurses, it seemed like I had different therapists coming in at all hours, working with me on my movement and speech recovery. It was like I had to learn how to do the most basic things all over again.I was told the fact my memory seemed mostly intact was a great sign, but it didn't help me in figuring out how to express my need to know about our child. After a few minutes of one of the therapists coercing me through a puzzle, I pushed it away
Nicholas POV:"Jefferson! Nicholas!"I glanced over and grimaced at the waving mayor, debating in my head whether it would be too insulting to pretend I hadn't heard him. When my father started making his way over, I kissed Willow's cheek in resignation."It's the mayor. Give me just a second." She nodded with an understanding smile. "It's okay. Go ahead." My mother responded and I paused, an unsettled feeling in the pit of my stomach. Flakes of snow were falling and it was freezing cold out here. It wouldn't be good for Willow to stand around in this weather. But I hated letting her out of my reach.I glanced over to my father and the mayor and then back to Willow, her cheeks rosy from the cold. I squeezed her hand and nodded. "I'll be right behind you."I hurried over to shake the mayor's hand and oblige him with a bit of small talk."Nicholas!" His hand gripped mine in an enthusiastic shake. "It's been too long since we've talked.""Yes, I've been quite busy." He laughed. "I hear
Willow POV:He looked like he would explode if he didn’t get time to relax. Finally, his shoulders fell and his lips curved slightly into a smile of resignation. This was a sign that he was giving in.He stood up and hovered over me for a moment, surprising me when he buried his head in the crook of my neck, nuzzling and kissing. It bit back a gasp.Nicholas was far from shy when it came to public display of affection, but it was awkward for him to be so forward, even if it was only in front of Virgil."Maybe I should leave..." Virgil said slowly.Nicholas mumbled 'yes' as I said 'no' at the same time. I laughed and put my hands on his cheeks, to push his face away, taking pleasure in the sight of his small smile."I'll be right back," he said. "Please take a shower." I ran my fingers through his much longer-than-normal hair. "And maybe sneak in a trim."He laughed, and it was the first time I'd heard that sound since my fall. I liked his laugh. It was infectious. It made everything
“You got the short end of the stick as you were growing up, but you didn’t let that stop you. You weren’t bitter about it or trodden down. And I remember thinking how strong you were when I met you.” He leaned in and brushed my lips with his. "It's the same now. If I were you, I would be so angry. But you're smiling and beautiful and happy about the snow..." He broke off and shook his head.I threaded my fingers with his, not needing him to say another word. I knew what he was trying to say, and it meant the world to me that he felt that way. Suddenly the baby kicked hard, and both of our mouths fell open, our eyes widening in surprise. "You felt that, right?" I asked, knowing he hadn't been able to feel the baby move much at all up to this point.He nodded slowly, his eyes glancing down at our hands. "He's going to be a soccer player." I giggled when he bent over to place his head on my belly. "Kick for Daddy. Kick me." It took a few pleas for him to get his wish, but he sat back
His lips were back at my ear again. "Relax, Willow. Here..." he broke off, massaging my thigh a little before lifting my leg and nudging his knee between mine. "Open up for me." It had been so long, and I was too tensed with excitement that I was inadvertently making it difficult for him to get it in. I focused on his chest rising and falling against my back, calming with each breath I took in time with his. With his caution and trying to be tender, it took longer than normal. But finally, he filled me, and I bit my lip, moaning from the feeling. One of his arms was nestled under my neck, his hand on my breast, while the other gripped my hip as he pumped slowly in and out of me. "Is this okay?" he asked. "Does your head hurt? Anything?" "No. It’s fine. This feels good." And it did. It felt great. Yet... something was off.I tried to twist around enough to kiss him, but it wasn't the easiest task. Twisting my body was the one thing that still hurt my ribs. His lips met mine briefl