often cry, but I felt an onslaught of tears just begging to be unleashed.
Out of the silence, the most amazing and life-changing sound saturated the room—the fast beat of our baby’s heart. I knew my hand gripped Sav’s too tightly, but she didn’t complain. Sav was letting me have my moment, a moment I would never forget. When Doctor Johnson started talking, I tore my eyes from the screen and looked Sav and his words soon disappeared because all I could focus on was Sav and the look of complete happiness on her face.
I had always known she was beautiful. I had always known she was sexy as hell. But seeing her here with the look of contentment on her face, her blond hair feathered on the pillow behind her, and her face makeup-free and utterly glowing, I had never met such an exquisite beauty.
“I will go and book your next appointment, so feel free to clean up and I will meet you in reception.”
Doctor Johnson walked out of the room, leaving Sav and me on our own. She smiled as she unleashed her lock on my body and grabbed the tissues from the table beside the bed.
“Let me,” I stated and took the tissues from her hand.
Slowly, I pushed her shirt up higher and tucked it under the bottom of her bra. I could feel her eyes watching me closely, and the sound of her breath hitching under my touch made my body react immediately.
“You are giving me the greatest gift a man could ever ask of a woman. You are giving me a child, a new beginning, a new love—something I never thought I could ever deserve,” I admitted effortlessly, my words were the most honest part of who I was. “I love you so much, Sav.”
Our eyes locked as I continued to clean up her stomach without another word. We were a walking contradiction. Both of us had promised ourselves during the darkest times of our lives that we would never give our hearts to another, but here we were, promising our hearts to the other to keep or break, offering our souls to love or crush, and handing our insecurities to the other to comfort or destroy. But what I was quickly learning was that the love we shared wasn’t like others. We had our own crazy, fucked-up way of loving, and finally, I was totally okay with it.
Savannah
I KNEW my day wasn’t going as planned when I receive a memo from Mr. Davenport requesting my attendance to an urgent meeting in the boardroom five minutes after I turned up for work.
I had been back in LA for a month and I’d jumped straight back into work. I loved my job, and the office gossips had finally realized that I wasn’t carrying Mr. Davenport’s love child, so things were semi back to normal.
Standing from my desk, I grabbed my morning hot chocolate and waddled through the office in all my six-and-a-half-month pregnant glory towards Mr. Davenport’s office to await my fate. What could I have possibly done? The mind boggles.
For once my life seemed to be in perfect alignment. Tate and I were blissfully in love, Lucas and Ali were back together after having a heart-to-heart that had resulted in a very loud make-up session in the apartment—much to Tate’s disgust—and Jack and Tanzi were enjoying making their apartment their own. The events of New York City seemed so far in the past, and thankfully my insecurities about my relationship with Tate had all but vanished.
As I moved through the office, I was stopped at every desk. Questions about how my pregnancy was going were fired at me, and more recently, the question of whether I knew the sex of Jellybean was the most popular topic of conversation. I was desperate to find out, but Tate was adamant that he wanted a surprise; he wasn’t one to plan, so he didn’t want our baby’s life already planned before he or she was born. He didn’t want Jellybean’s room painted. He didn’t want all of the clothes to be picked. He just wanted the surprise. I had to admit that it was freaking adorable.
My hand grabbed hold of the boardroom door handle and I froze as I heard
Out of the silence, the most amazing and life-changing sound saturated the room—the fast beat of our baby’s heart. I knew my hand gripped Sav’s too tightly, but she didn’t complain. Sav was letting me have my moment, a moment I would never forget. When Doctor Johnson started talking, I tore my eyes from the screen and looked Sav and his words soon disappeared because all I could focus on was Sav and the look of complete happiness on her face.
I had always known she was beautiful. I had always known she was sexy as hell. But seeing her here with the look of contentment on her face, her blond hair feathered on the pillow behind her, and her face makeup-free and utterly glowing, I had never met such an exquisite beauty.
“I will go and book your next appointment, so feel free to clean up and I will meet you in reception.”
Doctor Johnson walked out of the room, leaving Sav and me on our own. She smiled as she unleashed her lock on my body and grabbed the tissues from the table beside the bed.
“Let me,” I stated and took the tissues from her hand.
Slowly, I pushed her shirt up higher and tucked it under the bottom of her bra. I could feel her eyes watching me closely, and the sound of her breath hitching under my touch made my body react immediately.
“You are giving me the greatest gift a man could ever ask of a woman. You are giving me a child, a new beginning, a new love—something I never thought I could ever deserve,” I admitted effortlessly, my words were the most honest part of who I was. “I love you so much, Sav.”
Our eyes locked as I continued to clean up her stomach without another word. We were a walking contradiction. Both of us had promised ourselves during the darkest times of our lives that we would never give our hearts to another, but here we were, promising our hearts to the other to keep or break, offering our souls to love or crush, and handing our insecurities to the other to comfort or destroy. But what I was quickly learning was that the love we shared wasn’t like others. We had our own crazy, fucked-up way of loving, and finally, I was totally okay with it.
Savannah
I KNEW my day wasn’t going as planned when I receive a memo from Mr. Davenport requesting my attendance to an urgent meeting in the boardroom five minutes after I turned up for work.
I had been back in LA for a month and I’d jumped straight back into work. I loved my job, and the office gossips had finally realized that I wasn’t carrying Mr. Davenport’s love child, so things were semi back to normal.
Standing from my desk, I grabbed my morning hot chocolate and waddled through the office in all my six-and-a-half-month pregnant glory towards Mr. Davenport’s office to await my fate. What could I have possibly done? The mind boggles.
For once my life seemed to be in perfect alignment. Tate and I were blissfully in love, Lucas and Ali were back together after having a heart-to-heart that had resulted in a very loud make-up session in the apartment—much to Tate’s disgust—and Jack and Tanzi were enjoying making their apartment their own. The events of New York City seemed so far in the past, and thankfully my insecurities about my relationship with Tate had all but vanished.
As I moved through the office, I was stopped at every desk. Questions about how my pregnancy was going were fired at me, and more recently, the question of whether I knew the sex of Jellybean was the most popular topic of conversation. I was desperate to find out, but Tate was adamant that he wanted a surprise; he wasn’t one to plan, so he didn’t want our baby’s life already planned before he or she was born. He didn’t want Jellybean’s room painted. He didn’t want all of the clothes to be picked. He just wanted the surprise. I had to admit that it was freaking adorable.
My hand grabbed hold of the boardroom door handle and I froze as I heard
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