Chapter 12 #2
Time seems to slow as we drive across town to the hospital where Dr. Sloan is supposed to already be waiting for us.
I feel a slight sense of relief when I see him waiting at the entrance as we pull up.
“Draven. Kierra. Come with me,” Dr. Sloan instructs as he helps me into the wheelchair that I didn’t even realize was there.
I’m not surprised when Draven moves Dr. Sloan out of the way so that he’s the one pushing me.
“Let’s get you upstairs. We’ll check you out and do an ultrasound to see what’s going on. Has anything changed recently in your activities, or have you had an increase in stress?” Dr. Sloan asks as we step onto the elevator.
“She’s had some family issues come to her attention earlier and it caused her to get out of sorts.
A little while afterward was when we noticed the spotting,” Draven jumps in before I can answer the doctor.
I know he’s just as scared as I am, so I leave him to handle the questions.
I lean my head back and close my eyes, trying to relax my mind and not think the worst.
“Ok, Dad. Roll her in there and help her into a gown while I go and grab an ultrasound machine,” our doctor says, opening the door to a room so Draven can push me inside.
Draven does exactly as the doctor ordered and helps me out of the chair, concentrating solely on getting me out of my clothes and into a gown.
“It’s going to be ok. It has to be,” I whisper, climbing into the bed and reaching for Draven’s hand.
“It will be. Not going to let anything happen to you or our baby,” Draven promises me.
Staring into my eyes, he pulls my hand to his mouth and places a soft kiss on my palm.
Long minutes later the doctor and a nurse come back into our room with the ultrasound machine.
Dr. Sloan lifts the blanket over my legs and settles it around my hips before raising my gown and exposing my bump.
He squirts the gel onto the doppler wand and runs it across my stomach.
Flicking my eyes to the screen, I see our baby and instantly my body relaxes.
“Everything looks to be just fine, but I want you to stay away from people and situations that cause you excessive stress, if at all possible,” Dr. Sloan advises as he takes a few pictures for us to have.
“Can you tell the gender yet, Doc?” Draven asks.
“I can. Would you guys like to know?” he asks, moving the wand around, trying to get the right angle.
“Yes, please. I keep telling him that it’s a girl, but he’s determined to get the son he wants.” I goad my man.
“Well. It looks like Mr. Draven is going to get that son and you my dear will sadly not be getting the girl you want this time,” Dr. Sloan teases, pointing out the very obvious penis that our boy seems to be playing with on the screen.
“Oh good lord. He is definitely all you, babe,” I laugh at Draven’s smirking face.
“Thank you, Dr. Sloan,” Draven says reaching across my body to shake the doctor’s hand.
Later that night as we’re lying in bed, Draven finally asks me what I want to do about my sister, and admittedly it’s something that I don’t even want to think about.
Taking a deep breath I say, “I don’t want her taking Nash away from us.
He’s settled here and finally has a routine.
The look of insecurity and uncertainty isn’t on his face anymore.
He knows what each day is going to look like, and he isn’t afraid that one of us won’t show up.
I don’t want him going through that again.
But is it our place to make that decision?
I don’t know, but what I do know is that Nash is safer with us and that has got to count for something.
So, what I’m telling you is, fix it. Make it so that she can’t take him from us, however you gotta do it.
I don’t want the details of how that comes to be.
I’m just going to trust that you will do what’s best for us. ”
“I’ll take care of it,” he promises, climbing out of bed and putting his clothes back on.
“Now?” I ask.
“Right now, baby. Not leaving this to linger and have you wondering if it’s done. I’m going to take care of it right now so, consider it a done deal, yeah?” he proclaims, lacing up his boots.
“Yeah. Thank you, babe,” I reply as a yawn slips past my lips and my eyes begin to droop.
“Go to sleep, darlin’, and when I get back it will all be a worry of the past,” he whispers against my lips before giving them a peck and taking off out the door as I give in and drift off to sleep.
The sound of boots hitting the floor stirs me into consciousness just before I feel the bed dip and a big naked body wrap around me. “You’re home,” I rasp as a rough hand palms my belly.
“Yeah,” he murmurs as he burrows his face between my shoulder and neck and I feel his tongue lick the side of my neck. “Want you,” he rumbles against my ear, sliding his hand south into my panties.
“Have me,” I moan as his finger slips between my folds and straight into my core. God yes, I need him. Reaching back, I pull him closer as he slides my panties to the side and lifts my leg as he slides in with no resistance.
“So good,” he groans as he continues to rock his hips faster and faster, chasing his own pleasure.
Sliding my hand into my panties, I rub my clit, getting there before he goes without me.
My vision goes dark as my orgasm rips through me, and I scream, “DRAVEN!” At the same moment my man grunts, finding his own release.
We lay there, panting and trying to slow our breaths.
I feel him slip out and his cum spill onto my thigh, but he makes no move to release me.
Sliding his arm back, I climb from the bed so I can get cleaned up.
When I’m on my feet, I look over my shoulder and find that Draven is already sound asleep.
I quickly go to clean up, and then climb back into bed with the love of my life.
He pulls me closer when he feels me near and looking at his face that is so peaceful while he rests, I feel so blessed to call him mine. In seconds, wrapped in the arms of my protector, I fall back to sleep with a smile on my face.
“Oh,” I moan as my eyes shoot open from the sensation surging from my clit and racing up my body.
Without a second to adjust from being abruptly woken, I look down and see dark eyes staring up at me from between my spread legs as Draven sucks my pulsing clit into his mouth and bites down.
“Please,” I beg throwing my head back, but I’m not sure what I’m begging for.
All I know is I need him to not stop. Sliding my hand down my body, I grip his hair, holding him to my center as I rock my hips, encouraging him to continue what he’s doing.
It’s as I’m clutching his hair that I notice that something feels off.
Looking back down, I see a large sparkling diamond on my ring finger, and the gasp that comes from my mouth is part from the shock of the bling on my finger and part from the orgasm that rolls through me, sending me flying.
Gasping for breath and holding my hand above my face, I inspect the beautiful engagement ring and wonder if I missed him asking me to marry him somehow.
When I can finally form a coherent thought, I turn my eyes to the man kneeling between my legs stroking his hard cock, and flash my hand at him asking, “You got something you want to ask me?”
“No. Ain’t asking you shit, baby. We don’t do that.
This is us. I take what the fuck I want and what I want is you for the rest of my life,” he demands right before he lunges at me, driving his cock into me in a single thrust. I’m not sure why I thought he would go about asking me to marry him in any other way, but this is us and it’s perfect.
“Yes!” I shout in agreement and in ecstasy.
Hours later, I’m sprawled across Draven’s chest as we lay on the couch watching some cartoon movie on tv.
It’s been a good night, most of that due to the family dinner we had with Sadie and Nash.
Sadie was over the moon that her dad and I are getting married, and I didn’t miss the grin on my man’s face when I asked her to be my maid of honor.
I can’t remember ever being this happy. Even now as my eyes are starting to droop, I can’t seem to stop looking at my ring.
“Draven,” I breathe, shooting my eyes to look up at him as I grab his hand and place it on my belly. Watching his face, I know the exact moment he feels our boy kick.
“Does that hurt?” he asks wide-eyed as he stares at my belly waiting to feel another kick.
“No, just feels like flutters,” I admit and melt when he pulls me closer into his chest, that protectiveness that he’s unable to deny taking center stage as he palms my little baby belly.
“Good,” he murmurs, zoning back into the movie Nash is making us watch.