Her little smile was up in my face as I opened my eyes. “Mommy, look!” She pointed her finger. “I got a boo boo.”
“Show Daddy,” I grumbled.
Stosh rolled over and smiled. “Hi, sunshine.”
I climbed out of bed and headed to the bathroom. There was no use trying to go back to sleep. Destiny would have our house burned down if we ignored her. She was into everything, such a curious little girl.
When I came out of the shower, she was completely naked, standing in the bathroom. “I pooped. Wipe my butt.”
With my body as clean as a whistle, I walked over and wiped the feces from my daughter’s behind. I had to be thankful she was already potty trained. It helped we were home with her so much.
Stosh came into the bathroom like he had timed it perfectly. I rolled my eyes as he pulled me into his arms. “Are you ready for today?”
For the past two years, my parents had been begging me to go see my sister. I declined every one of their invites until Stosh finally suggested I get it over and done with. After stewing over his idea for nearly a month, I’d decided to appease them. Stosh’s parents were going to watch Des so we didn’t have to worry about her. “I guess. I mean, I really don’t want to see her. I have nothing to say.”
“According to your parents, she has something to say.”
I walked away and started getting my clothes on since I was still in a towel. “I don’t even care.”
He started brushing his teeth while Des brushed hers. Once he finally spit and rinsed, he leaned against the counter. “Yes, you do. Somewhere inside that sexy body of yours, there’s this curious part of you that wants to know.”
I shoved him. “Stop it!”
The doorbell rang and Stosh grabbed our daughter off the counter. “Grandma’s here.”
He whisked her away while I was still getting on some shorts.
By the time I was decent, they were ready to head out the door. We kissed them and waved as they got her situated in her car seat. Once Stosh closed the door, I could tell he was in one of his moods. He rubbed his hands together. “I hate what you’re wearing.” He grabbed me by the hand and pulled me back to our bedroom. Then he began removing my clothes.
“What are you doing?”
“It’s been two days. I have needs.” He dropped his shorts and stood there at full attention.
I smiled and reached up to kiss him, but he backed away and pointed toward the bed. “You’re bossy.”
He smacked my ass and followed me to the bed. “I’m horny.”
I climbed up and turned around, just as he was hovering over top of me. I kissed him softly on the lips, letting my tongue make contact with his, before pulling away. “Hi, Horny, I’m Pregnant.”
Our kissing halted as I watched the biggest smile come over Stosh’s face. He pushed the hair away from my forehead and pecked me on my nose. “Seriously?”
I shrugged and smiled. “We were trying.”
“We just started, though. I must have genetically altered super sperm.”
I wrapped my legs around his back. “Shut up and tell me how happy you are.”
He grabbed them, sat up and put them on each of his shoulders, before slowly entering me with his length. I gasped at first, shocked he did it without warning. He scrunched up his face and got a good pace going. “You know I’m happy.” My one leg started to fall. “Hold your feet with your hands. I’m going to show you just how excited I am.”
This wasn’t my idea of expressing happiness, but it sure felt good. Even, after all the time that had gone by, I think Stosh still appreciated what he could do when he used his lower body.
Our bodies moved in unison, like they always did. He kissed me deeply, letting me know I belonged to him in body and mind. My hands caressed every muscle on his chest, which was more defined then when we were first together. After his physical therapy ended, he continued to work out at the gym. He thought if he didn’t use it, he would lose it.
I ran my fingers down his biceps and admired our daughters name written in script. She was his world and I couldn’t wait to share our news with her since she’d been asking for a sibling.
He thrust himself harder and harder, slapping our skin together each time. He played with my breasts, pinching my nipples and rubbing them with the palms of his course hands. He loved watching himself go in and out of me.
I arched my back, feeling the intense friction make me hot in all the right places. My breath increased, and he slammed into me one last time before tightening up.
We both cried out, climaxing together, then collapsing on the bed, drenched in our own sweat.
He grabbed my hand, while I was still trying to breath normally, and kissed it slowly. “Thanks, babe. I needed that.”
I wiped the sweat off one of his cheeks. “Me too. Are you ready to get dressed and get this over with?”
He sprung off of the bed and started pulling up his shorts. I followed suit and was soon heading back into the bathroom to freshen up enough to be presentable.
Twenty minutes later we were on the road, headed to the women’s facility where my sister was being held. My palms were sweaty, and I didn’t say much during the car ride. Stosh knew I was freaking out. He also knew it was best to let me handle it on my own. I was a loose cannon when it came to dealing with anxiety.
After going through the necessary security measures, we were sitting at the long table waiting for her to be brought in. Stosh reached for my hand under the table and winked when he saw I was secretly freaking out. I knew he was there for me, but it didn’t make it easier. The animosity I felt towards my sister couldn’t be cured with apologies. If I was ever going to forgive her, it would be after I took a long time for my heart to heal.
I hadn’t seen her in so long that I was shocked when she came walking through the door. My eyes must have explained my reaction because she looked down like I’d broken her heart.
Honestly, I didn’t know how to feel. I wanted to hate her. I did hate her, but at the same time, she was still my sister.
Ivy sat down in front of us. She folded her hands and smiled at Stosh and then gave me all of her attention. “Hi, sis.”
I squeezed Stosh’s hand under the table. “Hello, Ivy.”
She fidgeted in her seat. “Thanks for coming. I didn’t think it was going to happen.”
I looked right into her eyes. “What do you want?”
I caught her looking at my wedding rings and then Stosh’s. She turned her attention to him. “It’s weird seeing you with that on. I used to have to fight with you to get you to wear it.”
I cocked my eyebrow. “He never takes it off. Now, explain why we’re here, because we have a daughter to take care of.”
She looked like she was in pain. “You only have her because of what I did. Can’t you appreciate how something good came out of it?”
I stood up, letting go of my husband’s hand. “Don’t you dare say that. Whether or not you planned for things to happen, she was made out of love. Stosh made love to me on that boat and you know it.” I grabbed him by the arm and started to pull him away from the table.
“Wait! Please!” She shook her head and covered her face with her hands. “I’m sorry. Please don’t go. It’s lonely here. All I do is read and sit by myself. Nobody wants to be friends in here, and the ones that do are too crazy to communicate with. Don’t you miss the way things used to be? Don’t you miss how it was when we were kids?”
I sat back down, but kept my legs on the outside of the table, so it was easier to get up and walk away. Stosh stood behind me, with his hands on my shoulders. “I do miss it, but everything changed when you started deceiving me.”
She looked at both of us. “Look at you two now, though. You’re together. Will we ever be able to get past all this?”
I closed my eyes. “I don’t know, Ivy. Too much has happened. You tried to kill us. No matter how much I miss the old you, I can never trust the one that’s looking at me, right n
ow. Trust is earned and all you’ve done is stab me in the back.” I looked up at Stosh. “We’re happy, Ivy, but we would have been sooner had you not kept us apart in high school. You seem to be forgetting this wasn’t just about what got you in trouble. For years you’d been planning to destroy my life. Yes, it worked out in the end, but that also includes you being locked up.”
She started to cry. “I won’t be in here forever. Do you think one day I’ll get to meet my niece?”
I felt nauseous. “I don’t think that’s possible,” Stosh spoke up. “I don’t want you near my kids or my wife. If we have to leave the country, we will.”
She just sat there, like we’d shattered her soul.
I stood up and reached over, grabbing her hand. “I hope you get better, Ivy. I wish things were different. You could have been an amazing aunt. We could have grown old together. This isn’t how I would have wanted to say goodbye to you.”
When we walked out of there, she was crying. I held my head high until we got to the car and then I lost it. Stosh held me and kissed me on top of my head, but never said anything. He knew I had to get it all out.
Finally, after about fifteen minutes of bawling my eyes out, I wiped my face and leaned on his shoulder. “Sorry about that.”
“You don’t have anything to apologize for.”
“Why do I feel so guilty?”
He wiped away another set of tears that were falling down my face. “Because you’re a beautiful person. You’re sister made her own decisions.”
“Stosh, she’s not going to stop trying to get to us. Hurting her is going to cost us.”
He leaned over and kissed me. “She’s never going to be able to touch us. I’d die before I ever let her hurt us again. Besides, maybe she’s learned her lesson.”
I felt content with his words, because, for the time being, we were safe. We had years before we had to worry about Ivy. It was plenty of time for us to be prepared.
“Let’s go home.”
He kissed me one more time before pulling out of the parking lot. “I thought you’d never ask.”
End of Book One
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