45. Ian
“I can't wait to see you guys!” Sarah's excited voice reaches me from my place of unconsciousness. Feeling the urge to move, I turn on the bed I'm in, meeting loads of pillows in the wake of the action.
“He can't talk right now. You'll see him when you get here.” She speaks again to someone.
“Yes, Auntie. He's fine. I'm taking good care of him. Why are you only bothered about him, anyway? What about me? Don't I need to be taken care of?”
Jealous woman.
Forcing my eyes open, I'm met with the gracious sight of her.
She's dressed in a blue sundress, her hair packed in a ponytail. Her back is to me, and what a joy that is. Her luscious behind taunts me through the material of her clothes.
Where are we?
I turn my head, and I'm momentarily blinded by sunlight.
“Shit.” I curse. She's instantly by my side, her call long forgotten.
“What happened?” she asked.
“The sun,” I mumble. She immediately goes to close the blinds, apologizing for leaving them open in the first place.
She has nothing to be sorry for, though. I'm not ill anymore. It's been six months since I got out of the coma. And I've been perfectly fine, except for the occasional confusion I get when I first wake up from sleep, which I've been assured is normal and will go away eventually.
“It's fine. Tell Sheila I can't wait to see her, too.”
She smiles and puts the phone back to her ear. “Ian is up now. Do you still want to talk to him? Okay. Hold on.” She passes me the phone, and I take it, but not without placing my other hand on her belly that's now big.
“Good morning,” I say both to Sheila and my little angel at the same time.
“Hello to you, too, Ian. How are you?”
“Very well, Sheila. Thanks. Where are you guys now?”
“We just got to the airport. The plane will board soon, and we'll be there before you guys know it. We can't wait to see you. Hold on, Olivia wants to say hi.”
“Ian!” The excited voice of the little girl that stole my heart the very first time I met her, just like her mom did, reaches my ears.
A bright smile blooms over my face. She and I have grown quite close over the past few months. I never realized how important being a father was to me until the opportunity presented itself.
“Livie. How are you?”
“I'm good. I can't wait to see you guys.”
“We can't wait to see you, too. Have a safe flight, alright?”
“Alright. I want to talk to Mom, please.”
“Sure.” I pass the phone to Sarah and then wrap my arm around her waist, gently pulling her into the bed with me.
She giggles before speaking to her daughter. “Sweetie, how are you?”
While she speaks with her daughter, I nuzzle her neck, taking in her beautiful smell.
Soon, she's done with the call, and I'm turning her in my arms so she's facing me. I go for her mouth immediately, our tongues clashing in a race of passion.
This never gets old with her, no matter what.
Her hands come around my neck, and I let mine go to hers, deepening the kiss while at it.
Soon our breathing is erratic, our hands frantic. I pull at her dress from the neckline to reach her breast. I'm taking a nipple in my mouth immediately.
“Ha,” she moans. Thrilled at the sound of her pleasure, I suck her hard bud tighter, swirling my tongue over it. I let my other hand go to her behind where I grab quite a handful of her juicy ass flesh and make her moan harder.
“Ian, please.”
I chuckle against her breast. Always so needy.
“Please what?” I tease, already knowing what she wants.
“Please let me go,” she says.
I cease all action. Those are not the words I am expecting.
She starts to laugh, and I pull away to find out what just happened between now and the past minute when I had her nipple in my mouth and she was silently begging for my dick.
“Oh my God, you need to see your face right now,” she says between her laughs, clearly having fun at my expense.
“Are you going to tell me what's going on?”
“Nothing,” she says and shakes her head, trying to stop her laughter.
“What do you mean, nothing?” I ask in irritation.
“I just needed you to stop before things get out of hand. It's not my fault that you took it wrongly though.”
Why would she need me to stop?
“Tell me you're not wet right now,” I demand.
“I am, so?” She shrugs.
So?
“So, I'm hard, too. Why do we need to stop?”
“Ha, okay. Well, first, remember how I've been begging you to make me lasagna all week?”
Jesus, no.
She can't do this to me right now.
“Sarah.” I call her name in protest.
“Ian.” She mocks me.
“Come on, I'll make you lasagna later. Let's finish what we started first.”
“No. Besides, I need to get the house in order before our guests arrive.”
“Our family, you mean?”
“Yes, our family.” She grabs me by the jaw and starts to kiss me all over my face.
That's her way of trying to get me to let this go.
Fine.
We can always pick up later.
Remembering that I had a plan for the day myself since our family is arriving, I might as well do it now so we can have another thing to celebrate when they arrive.
I lift her off my lap and get off the bed. I notice her eyes following me, so I glance back at her and wink.
She scoffs, trying to pretend she's not madly in love with me. I go to unlock the drawer in the room and pick out the box I've been hiding in there for weeks now.
“Are you going to make me lasagna or not?”
She knows I will.
She's been begging me for days now, and I've been trying to save it for today for a reason. She's about to find out the reason.
“I will. After I do this.” I turn to meet her curious look.
Holding the box out, I study her reaction to see if she has a clue about what's inside. If she does, she doesn't show it.
Bending down on one knee, that’s when her reaction starts pouring out.
“Oh my God! Tell me it's not what I'm thinking.”
It's what she's thinking and more.
I smile, feeling happy that we're off to a perfect start. And then I open the box and unveil the ring I spent millions of dollars purchasing, almost all my money.
While I inherited billions, I've taken it upon myself to start making my own money the moment I quit firefighting. As expected, Richard was disappointed to see me go, but he was also very happy for me.
I discussed with him about looking for a promising venture to invest in. A few weeks later, I got a call from him about his desire to open a recruiting agency and needing a partner. We would own the business together. Imagine my surprise when I found out he has millions of dollars to invest.
We did that together. Then I spoke with Christopher, too. He was able to help me find promising companies to put some millions into, and currently, I'm making tons of money from them all.
I've also gotten quite the handle of my new company. Safe to say all is finally well in my world.
There's just one thing left to do now.
“Sarah, you're my light. I was in so much darkness, until you came around. And stupidly, I didn't appreciate your radiance, not until I had to start living without it, without you. I know our journey wasn’t the easiest one. Our love isn't the conventional type, either. If I was asked to go back in time though, I don't think I would have been able to change anything. The journey led us here, bumpy as it was. And I can't imagine not being here with you. I never want to imagine going back to living without you, Olivia, Sheila, and our little angel. Marry me Sarah, and I'll devote the rest of my life to making you the happiest wife ever.”
“The happiest wife ever?”
I nod. “The happiest wife ever,” I repeat.
She laughs. I let myself smile, trying not to consider the possibility of her saying no.
She wouldn't, right?
“Then, yes. Yes, Ian. I'll marry you.”
I'm off my feet, getting the ring in her hand, and then carrying her all in a minute. Our lips merge and I take a moment to savor her.
“I love you,” I whisper against her lips.
“I love you too, Ian,” she responds, breaking away from me to clean her face.
I'd be lying if I said I don't have some tears in my eyes too. I've never been happier than at this moment right now.
I imagine many more happy memories we’ll still create together, one of which will be the birth of our daughter.
“I want us to name her Maya,” I say.
“What? Ian, we already agreed she'd be named after my aunt,” she protests.
I nod. I know we agreed on that, but we're only here right now because my aunt willed me her property and made me come to Glazer Ville. I don't think she and I would have ever run into each other without that.
“I just think we owe her. I want to honor her.”
She nods, and smiles. “Fine. She'll have both their names.”
“Which would be first?” I ask.
“Does it matter?”
I shake my head. It doesn't. All that matters is the joy that's brimming in my heart right now and the life I get to have with this amazing woman.
“No, it doesn't.”
“Good, now kiss me and go make me lasagna afterward. I knew you were stalling for a reason. I just didn't know why. And don't even think about getting Salem to help. I'll know.”
I smile and pull her back to me.
“The only person who will be helping me with anything will be you, tonight, all night long.” I say and then give her a kiss before she can say anything else.
God, she has me wrapped around her finger. And I don't mind. I'll never mind.
She's the source of my joy.
The End
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