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2021-11-19 23:34:00I wanted him to smile whenever he looked at me and I wanted his eyes to laugh when I’m an idiot and I wanted to feel the strength of the love he had for her directed at me.
Do I want him to love me?
It hurt. That question hurt so harshly in my mind. Mostly because I already knew the answer.
Yes.
I wanted Ivan to fall in love with me. I wanted him to fall so far that there’ll be
“What… What is this?” I swallowed, looking at Ivan. He was grinning, but it was nervous. And I didn’t blame him. I wanted to know why he was standing next to an officiant and Aaron and Dayton. “How did you two—what? I don’t understand. Ivan, what the hell are you doing?” He laughed silently and stepped up to me. Then he took my hands in his and slowly linked our fingers. “Marry me,” he whispered. “Right now.” My lips parted and I shuddered out a breath. “For real? This isn’t a joke?” He shook his head. “Forever, Brenda. It’s only ever going to be you for me.” I looked over his shoulder at my best friend and her new husband. “But—they—” “Told me to,” he replied. “I like surprises, remember?” I opened my mouth, but how do you respond to the truth? I told him that once. “
His tongue swirled and skimmed across my body, tasting every inch of my skin. Each lick was like a blazing swipe of fire, searing into me, branding me to him. As Ivan travelled down across my stomach, he hooked his fingers in the sides of my shorts and pulled. “No knickers. Good girl,” he hummed against my hips. “Surprise.” My voice hitched as he pressed his lips to the top of my thigh. He smiled against my skin and removed my shorts completely. After discarding his own shirt, he bent down and bend my legs up. My chest rose and fell frantically, my breathing harsh. His fingers teased the inside of my closed thighs, working their way between them. But more than that, his breath on my pussy. Oh, god. I closed my eyes as he parted my legs fully and blew on me. I clenched everywhere, anticipation trembling in my legs. “This,” he murmured, kissing m
“Because they like to fuck with you.” I smiled sweetly. “What did they talk about today?”His face darkened. “When I slept with my student.”My curiosity piqued. I’ve never actually asked about it—why he did it. No matter how much I wanted to, it never seemed like the right time. Besides, it was not dinner conversation, was it?“And?” I asked, trying not to show my interest.I failed, because he smirked and joined me at the table. “Brenda, if you want to know, just ask me. It’s fresh in my mind, funnily enough.”“Uhh. Okay. Why did you do it?” I looked at him now.“Honestly, it was a mistake. I’d met her sister a couple of times, and there was only a couple of years between them. They looked very alike. I arranged to meet her sister for a few drinks one night, but i
“Without this bitch?” I shoved the IV forward.“No, you’re not taking it out. They only just changed the bag. You know they said they’ll take it out when it’s empty. Now sit down and wait a minute.”I sat in the chair he was just in and grumbled something I didn’t even understand. I didn’t actually think I said any words, just a bunch of awkward, annoyed sounds put together.Truth was, I knew I had to keep the IV line in. I knew I had to stay there until they say otherwise, but the problem with hospitals is that they’re not exactly relaxing. They’re too clinical and sterile. And boring. Completely boring.“Okay,” Ivan said, coming back in. “You can get dressed and come down to the shop with me.”“And how hard did you have to charm her for that?” I grunted, getting up.
I raised my eyebrows. “For once? So all the times I did what you wanted in bed don’t count?”His grin turned sexy. “You had to do that. We had an agreement.”“But they still count!”“When you’re better, you’ll have to remind me of how they count.” He curved his fingers around the back of my neck and kissed me. “Until then, though, you’re moving in with me.”“You already decided that.”“I know. But now I’m deciding again. And while you’re resting in bed, growing that beautiful baby and not vomiting all over my shiny toilet”—I punched his leg—“you can house hunt.”“House hunt?”“Yes. For us.”I blinked at him. “Um.”“Somewhere close to Day’s place.”
I nodded. “Will it hurt the baby?”“No, the illness itself won’t, but the dehydration can. Normally, I would listen in to baby’s heartbeat now, but since you’re so early, I probably won’t be able to pick it up.”I curled my fingers around Ivan’s and squeezed. Hard. “So what? How can you check?”“We’ll take you for an ultrasound at nine a.m. We took blood when you came in and I rushed the HCG results. The numbers put you at around nine weeks, so we’ll get a clear view of baby on the screen.” She stood. “The best thing you can do is get some sleep.”“I’ll try.”“And, Brenda?” She opened the door and stopped. “Don’t worry. Sickness is usually a good sign. It means you have high hormone levels and a healthy baby in there.”
