Chapter 44 Elena
CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
elena
Everything is happening so quickly—my world is in danger of spinning off its axis.
Dinner with the Logans last night was mostly Isaac touching me inappropriately under the table, Ivy suggesting changes to the script and filming schedule to accommodate my pregnancy, and everyone giving Eli James hell over the fact that he still cannot ride a horse for shit.
Laurel Logan learned how to make my favorite dessert, capirotada, and she included cinnamon apples and candied pecans that almost had me in tears.
The woman takes her desserts very seriously.
Sutton had to work at a new nanny gig for a neighbor, and I even missed her mile-a-minute questions.
Afterward Isaac convinced me to go to his place, where Rowdy and Blue dead-eye stared at me until I let them herd me to bed.
It was all very…domestic.
A life I could see myself in if this were real.
But I have to keep reminding myself that it’s not.
Isaac insists on rubbing my lower back because I was on my feet a lot today. Then he moves onto massaging my feet because he’s obviously trying to ruin me for all other men.
I’m propped on pillows in his bed, surrounded by the scent of him, blatantly eye fucking him because he’s shirtless in those damn gray sweatpants and more handsome than any man has a right to be.
When he catches me ogling him, he smirks. “See something you like, spitfire?”
I try to play it off. “Just wondering what our kid is going to look like.”
He grins. “Probably like a barrel racer or a cowboy that gives us heart palpitations to pay us back for all the hell we’ve given our parents until we’re old and gray.”
I snort. “It’s not like we’re going to grow old together. We’re not really married, remember?”
He arches a brow. “Keep looking at me like that and I’ll show you exactly how married we are.”
I make a point to eye fuck him some more.
He leaps at me, pins me down in the pillows, and says, “I warned you,” before he kisses me deeply.
The truth is, I do need a warning. Because I’m scared.
Scared I won’t ever want to give this up, won’t be able to walk away when it’s time to go.
“Don’t let me hurt you,” Isaac says gently while removing my clothes.
He’s worried about my injury.
I’m worried about my stupid heart breaking.
“You won’t,” I say softly, hoping like hell it’s true.
But then he makes love to me thoroughly, slowly while staring into my eyes and holding me like I’m precious to him. And like we are very much married.