33. Us
Chapter Thirty-Three
Us
Never did we think after all we had been through that life would throw us such a curveball. To almost lose the love of your life once should be enough to last a lifetime. But to do it twice should give us extra credit for time served.
Helping Hardy to jog pants and a t-shirt was a highlight for sure. His wicked grin at me on my knees in front of him had me wet. But seeing him bite his lip when my cheek grazed his cock as I pulled his pants up drove me insane.
Standing, I sit him on the edge of his bed. Bad idea, he pulls me against his bare chest. My hands run over his biceps as we stare deeply into one another’s eyes. Pressing our lips together, I moan with satisfaction.
“A wedding by Christmas, and even if I do sound like your brother, a baby?” He looks into my eyes, and I nod my head in agreement.
“Both. As soon as possible.” Kissing him again, I finish helping him dress.
Leaving the hospital, I explain to Hardy what happened with Eric. He had stuck around to see if Hardy would keep his promise to stay away, finding that, of course, Hardy had not. He grew angry. Thinking his sister had wasted her life because of Hardy, he sought to make Hardy pay any way he could.
After Eric’s arrest, One and Ellis Kipton met with him and his attorney to give them copies of the investigation on Hardy.
He was brought to tears learning how his sister had passed and the life she took of her innocent child.
He promised to never contact Hardy again as part of his four-year sentence.
Turning the car down a familiar street, Hardy jerks his head toward me. “Where are we going?”
“Home. Our family arranged for all of my things to be moved into your house. I purchased a new king-size bed too,” I say with a wink.
“We still have a few things to get, but even your things are out of storage. I hope it was okay?” My forehead wrinkles with the question; I fear I may have moved too quickly.
“Two things. We have two weeks to get married, you ready?” He takes my hand as I come to a stop after turning onto our street.
“I am. That’s just one question. What’s the second?” My frown deepens.
“Can I help pick out the furniture for the nursery?” A mischievous smile plasters his face.
“I wouldn’t want it any other way,” I say, leaning in to kiss him.
“We’re almost home, baby,” he whispers as he pulls me closer.
“We’re already there, Hardy.”
When two people live a true love story, the happily ever after is lovely. A real love story continues; true love never ends. Or better, it begins. Half the battle is to find true love; the story is keeping it. A love story should only end when two people don’t want to go on.
Our love story will continue. We’ll have problems, adversity will come at us. We’ll fight and argue. But we’ll love it. True love only begins once you’ve found it. So to our beginning. May you forever live yours.
The Beginning