Chapter 27 - Gina
I changed into a simple white dress. I couldn't help but smile, seeing the small bump that was growing by the day. The baby was safe and healthy, and that was what mattered the most to me.
I turned, looking around the master bedroom that we had officially moved into. Lucas had been continuing to stay with me, his stuff taking up half of the room. The room was a beautiful light blue with plants filling it. The cream curtains were open, the room sparkling under the afternoon sun.
It was warm but comfortable. I wiggled my toes in the cream rug by my full-length mirror and sighed. I was nervous. Chris was coming with the deed, and while things between Lucas and I were really good, it didn't change how I felt about him. He was still a prick. Chris likely was going to have more than a few words to share about what he thought.
But after today, I would never have to speak to him again. I was free once that deed was in my hands.
I walked over to the window nearest to me and opened it. I looked down, noticing Lucas standing in the garden with Miles and Cayden. They were talking as they worked on fixing the destroyed fence.
I was still pissed about it. And Lucas offered to have him and the guys redo it instead of me paying for it again. I was lucky that it wasn't the entire fence that had been ruined in the fight.
"Why is it crooked?" Miles asked as he stepped back, staring at the fence.
"It's not crooked," Lucas snapped at him. "It's fine."
"No, Miles is right. It's not straight." Cayden said, stepping back as well to stare at the fence. "I think we put it up wrong."
"Maybe because you two are standing there while I do all the work," Lucas grumbled back at them. He took a step back, staring at the fence, and cursed. "Fuck! It's crooked."
A smirk pulled on my lip. As much as Lucas argued with the guys, I could tell it was out of love. He cared about the guys. And the more time I spent with them, I could see how much Lucas had really changed over the years.
I turned and headed out of the room, pausing at the room across from ours. It was the nursery we had been working on. There were only a couple of rooms left up here that needed work: the bathroom down the hallway and one of the spare bedrooms we were converting into an office for me.
I walked over, opened the door, and stepped inside the room. The space, much like our room, was warm and full of light. In the corner of the bedroom, we had a wicker crib with a large rug of forest animals on it.
The room was forest-themed, with a large brown rocking chair in the corner. A forest was painted on the back wall, and a shelf took up another corner, already plump with children's books. A couple of plants were hanging on the rod with the curtains, and some stuffed animals were on floating shelves.
The dresser and the closet were filled with clothes and everything we would need when the baby arrived.
I walked over, taking in the space, feeling a flutter in my stomach. I placed my hands on my stomach and smiled. I was eager for the baby's arrival. We still had several more months to go and needed to finish the house. But once it was done, we were set.
I heard footsteps coming up the stairs and turned just as Lucas stepped into the doorway. He raised an eyebrow at me and then smirked. "You spend a lot of time here for no baby."
I rolled my eyes. "I'm just eager. And this calms me."
He walked over, smiling at me as he reached up, cupping my face. "Chris will not be here long. I don't like him, so he won't stick around."
"Tell me something I don't know," I said, a smirk pulling at my lips.
He smirked. "We fixed the fence."
I raised an eyebrow. "Is it crooked?"
He frowned, "You heard us, didn't you?"
"It was hard not to hear you when you guys argue like children."
He smirked, kissing the top of my head. "It's straight. Those two don't know a straight line if one was staring them in the face."
"When is Chris going to be here?" I asked, leaning against him.
He stiffened slightly before he spoke. "In a few minutes. That's why I came up here to grab you."
I took a deep breath in, trying to harden myself. Lucas and I were good. We were a happy couple, and Chris couldn't deny that. He couldn't deny me this house.
But he could say things. He could get under my skin. He was a master at that.
We headed down the stairs, and before we got to the landing, there was a knock on the door. I stiffened as Lucas went to answer it. He opened the door, and Chris stood there irritated.
As he stepped inside, he quickly scanned the space, a folder under his armpit. His lips pulled into a thin line.
I swallowed. "Thank you for coming here."
"Well, it's part of Eddy's will that I see the house before giving you the deed."
I swallowed again, rubbing my hands together. I wanted to get this done so I wouldn't have to see him again. I had already given up my apartment, and Lucas had paid people to bring my stuff down. Whether Chris believed we were together or not didn't matter.
"The dining room is this way," I said, walking us towards the space. The dining room was cleared up; there were no boxes anywhere. It was colored in a soft white with light green curtains. The space was covered in light from the windows, and the view was always breathtaking.
I had plants all over now, and to my surprise, Lucas didn't hate them. He always smirked when I brought more home.
"I see you did some renovating," Chris said, and then his eyes paused on my stomach—another part that he couldn't ignore.
I sat down in a chair. I could argue with him, but I wasn't in the mood. I wanted to get this over with as soon as possible.
Chris took a seat and narrowed his eyes on me. "You're quiet. Is that because you feel guilty for taking something that isn't yours? Is that belly as fake as this marriage between you two?"
I stared at Chris, curling my fingers into fists. Lucas had gone quiet, but not because he wanted to. I had asked him to let me handle everything. If Lucas came to my aid, Chris would take it as a sign of weakness, and I needed him to protect me.
"I did everything that was asked of me. Perfectly, actually," I said, flattening my hands on the table." I earned the house, and you can't take that away from me. And the belly is from fucking, which is what a husband and a wife do. Because that's what we are. We're married." I wiggled my ring finger, showing the ring.
I watched his jaw clench down. I was right, and we both knew it. He had no legal right to strip the house from me. If he didn't believe us, it wouldn't matter. We had the wedding in a few days but had already signed the marriage license. I wanted him out of the way as quickly as I could since we were actually going to be getting married. I wanted friends there and not Chris.
I glanced at the ring on my finger. Before, it had meant nothing. It was just a piece of jewelry to have me look the part, but it wasn't now. Lucas and I were really happy and genuinely in love, and this ring meant so much to us.
"Possible, but that's because you've been lying your entire life." He opened the folder, sliding the papers towards me. "Wouldn't surprise me if you lied your way into his bed."
I quickly signed the paper, sliding his copy back to him. I pulled myself up. "If that's all you need, then you're free to leave."
Chris snatched the paper, placing it back into the folder before snapping it shut. He rose. "Gina, you're going to lose everything you hold dear. Just wait, everything will catch up with you. And when it does, I’ll be taking this house because it was never yours to begin with."
Lucas grabbed Chris by the shirt. His face was in front of Chris's in a flash. "Shut your mouth."
"Lucas," I took a step towards him.
"You will not speak to my wife like that. No one, including you, is going to speak to her like she is a waste of space! She has more courage, guts, and decency than any of you people in that pack had ever combined."
"Lucas," I spoke up again. "Let him go."
"She is an amazing person. She's a perfect wife, a beautiful woman, and she will be the best mother of our child. So, take your folder and get the fuck out of our house!"
Lucas shoved Chris back, who stumbled before catching himself. He was fuming, and I could see the flicker in his eyes. He was tempted to fight Lucas, but we all knew how that would go.
Chris fixed his shirt before turning and storming out, the door slamming behind him.
I looked at the paper—the deed to the house. It was ours. I felt utter relief as I stared at it. Everything was done. I no longer worried about losing it or fearing it would be taken away. It was ours.
No one could take it away from me. Chris could threaten all he wanted, but if there were a way he could have the house, he would have found it by now. The house was mine, and there was nothing he could do to change it.
Lucas wrapped his arms around me, and I turned to him as he kissed my forehead. "I'm sorry."
"Why are you sorry?" I asked.
"Because he's a prick. I know you wanted me to let you handle it, but he was really pissing me off."
I smiled. "You stood up for me. I can't get mad at you for that."
He cupped my face. "And I meant every word of it. You're a beautiful person, Gina, and I am so lucky to have you."
I leaned forward softly, kissing him. His hand wrapped around my neck, holding me close. The kiss was soft, and I reached up, grabbing his shirt.
Lucas pulled me closer, and I wanted him so badly. I hadn't been so happy in my life. I finally had everything I ever wanted.
Lucas kissed my cheek, and I felt a shaky breath leave my lips as I took a step back. My ass hit the table as Lucas caged me. His gaze had shifted from loving to hunger.
It was quick. His hands were on me, crushing my lips against his in a brutal kiss. He'd hoisted me, sitting me on the table, his hands holding me there.
His lips parted mine, and his tongue found its way into my mouth. I was drugged, intoxicated by him. Each kiss only makes my body feel hotter.
I grabbed at his shirt, and Lucas ripped it off, tossing it aside.
"You think he left?" I asked as he kissed down my neck, his fingers unbuttoning my dress.
"Hopefully," Lucas said, his lips curled up against my skin. "But if not, he will get a show of just how much I love you. He won't be able to deny anything if he catches my cock deep in you."
The thought made my face grow hot. All the windows were open, and if anyone looked in, they would easily see what was going to happen. Not that we had anyone nearby to do that.
Lucas laid me down, undoing my dress and throwing it open. I was wearing a white panty set, and his eyes raked over my body.
His fingers were hot against my skin as he kissed down my chest and my stomach. His lips pressed against my belly button.
"I can't believe you're pregnant with my child."
I smiled at him, seeing the sparkle in his eyes.
Lucas pulled at my underwear and quickly worked on his own pants. He slid into me easily, and my back arched as he filled me. The only sound was my moaning.
Lucas gripped my hips, his scent surrounding us as he spoke. "You are beautiful. So fucking breathtaking."
I believed him. Lucas had never lied to me, and whatever he told me, I believed he meant it.
I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around his neck. I pressed my stomach against his and my forehead against his, enjoying the feeling of his skin pressing against mine.
Lucas moved slowly at first, staring into my eyes as he slowly thrust. But with each thrust, the need grew. His fingers tightened on my hips, and I didn't want him to be slow.
I wasn't fragile, and since the incident, we had both been walking softly around sex. There was no hard fucking, no raw heat. We'd been careful, afraid of something happening.
"Lucas," I sighed his name. "I'm fine. The baby is fine."
I could see the worry in his eyes. "The doctor cleared me weeks ago."
"You're sure?"
I nodded. I had asked and was very clear about what I was asking the doctor. Lucas and I hadn't fucked. We'd done things, but we hadn't had sex. Not good, shatter me apart sex. And I desperately wanted to feel Lucas ravage my body.
"I'm good to go."
Lucas shifted, and like a wish, he was moving quicker. My arms tightened around him as he hit my G-spot, and I moaned loudly.
I felt that build-up felt the way he roughly took me. And I wanted it. I needed it. I needed to have an orgasm. I needed to fuck my husband. I needed to feel that victory because we had won.
I cried out as an orgasm hit me hard like a train, clinging to him like he was my lifeline. And Lucas came with me. He grunted my name as he filled me.
We were both panting, his head pressed against me. Sweat filled the air, and I chuckled. "We're going to need to clean this table."
"Or throw it out altogether," he laughed.
I giggled at him, staring into his eyes, knowing I was safe.