Chapter 40
JOSEPH
When I wake, it’s with a soft body pressed beside me, her arm flung over my chest, pinning me to the bed, holding me. Her gentle breathing soothes, and along with consciousness comes clarity.
I slept all night.
I can’t even remember getting here. It was an emotional evening, and as my mind races to catch up, I’m more shocked that I slept at all.
I don’t move out of fear of disturbing her and instead think back on what happened in the library.
For some reason, I spoke my truth and held nothing back, bringing the past into the room, hoping to frighten her away.
It was as if I couldn’t stop. The moment I spoke, the memories came crashing back.
Many times, Su Yin encouraged me to talk about it.
To dull the pain, to almost normalize what happened.
Nothing about what happened was normal.
It’s a truth I must live with to my dying day. I owe it to Zac to live on in his memory. Many times, I’ve considered going the same way as his father, but that would be like killing Zac all over again. His memory would die too, and I will not let that happen.
Then there’s Tiffany. She needs me too. She is lost, not as badly broken as me, but afraid of life – of her past.
We are two broken souls who somehow came together, and she gives me purpose and makes me stronger.
Becomes my world.
It took an angel to defeat my nightmares. To hold me while they howled around us, caught in a storm she knows a little about. She has lived this life; witnessed its horror and yet we are both still standing for a reason.
She stirs, a soft groan, a gentle stretch, and a sweet whisper.
“What time is it?”
“Six am.”
“It’s early.”
Considering we went to bed at roughly midnight, she’s not wrong. Yet somehow, I am invigorated. It’s as if my burden has eased a little, and I shift to gaze into her beautiful face and say sincerely, “Thank you.”
Her eyes flicker open, and I’m dazzled by their brilliance. With a soft hand, she cups my jaw and leans forward, kissing me softly.
“You’re welcome, and just for the record, nothing you can say will scare me half as much as when you ran away from me.”
I slap my hand over hers and stare deep into her eyes, loving the emotion in them, the passion and dare I say it, affection.
“Thank you for chasing me.”
“I aways will.”
I lean forward, her lips soft and inviting, plump, swollen from sleep and particularly edible today.
She is not afraid of me.
I confessed my sins, and she’s still here. Willingly. It means a lot.
My cock is ready and my resolve is strong as my fingers flutter over her belly, wondering if hope grows inside.
“Why did you refuse oysters last night?”
My question comes from nowhere, slightly odd considering the moment.
“I hate them.” Is her simple answer and she shivers.
“Morgan forced me to eat a plate of them one day as a punishment. She told me they were fish sperm and I would get pregnant if I ate enough of them. She forced them down my throat one at a time, telling me my father would be furious when I gave birth to a fish.”
Despite myself, I laugh out loud, loving the lightening atmosphere, marveling that after one of the heaviest nights of my life I can laugh about something.
She giggles. “Mad, but true. I must have been thirteen at the time, and rather gullible, I might add. Obviously, I know that’s not the case now, but well—”
She pauses, and I raise my eyes. “Well, what?”
She blushes adorably. “What if I’m already pregnant? There is a small chance, and I heard seafood isn’t good for the baby.”
An overpowering emotion grips me hard; her words more powerful than she will ever know.
Her smile is happy, her expression dreamy, and suddenly it’s the most important thing in life to be inside her right now.
Knowing she could already be pregnant turns me on. A family could be in the making - our family, and what a mother she will be.
I spin her onto her back, pressing against her soft pussy, whispering, “I want to make babies with you, angel. I want this marriage to be a proper one.”
Her smile is brilliant as she pulls me close. “Then get on with it already.”
I don’t require a second invitation, and as I slide inside her, it feels a lot like home.
It’s slow, deliberate and sexy as fuck as we share a connection I never really expected.
The entire time I stare deep into her eyes, watching every emotion, every movement, and every inch of pleasure this brings her.
“Joseph.”
She whispers my name, and her hand cups my face, her thumb running over the dark stubble. Her lips parted as I graze inside her.
“What angel?”
“I want this.”
“Then it’s a good job I’m already giving it to you.”
She smiles happily. “I want this life, with you. I won’t walk away.”
If she wrapped her words in a box and tied them with a bow, it would be the greatest gift she could ever give me. The most valuable one ever.
“We will make a good team, angel.”
I reassure her, and she nods, pulling me in deeper, her face pressed against my shoulder.
Emotion swirls around us as we make love this time.
It’s not fucking anymore, it’s way deeper than that.
It’s no longer business, this is way more than that and as Tiffany cries my name, her pussy milking my cock, I swear I see stars.
The demons that always surround me are notably absent, and as I come inside my wife, my world shifts on its axis and my future is set.