Chapter Thirty-One #2
She leans in, pulling the covers back. My dick stands straight up beneath my hospital gown.
I watch her eyelids flutter as she takes it in.
She then pulls the gown up to my stomach, revealing my dick and where my stab wound is bandaged on my side.
I hear a long breath come from her. She climbs onto the bed, carefully as she straddles me.
She focuses on me as she slides down onto me.
We gasp in unison. We both have wanted this again for over a month now.
And it’s felt like an eternity. I grip around her ass, squeezing and tugging.
She begins rocking back and forth slowly, taking her sweet time fucking me.
My eyes roll back as I try to savor how tight and wet she is wrapped around me.
I bring my eyes back to her, unable to believe that she is all mine.
This. Her. How did I ever deserve it? I grab her waist, pushing and pulling with her, adding more pressure for both of us.
She drops her head back between her shoulders, mouth parted.
“Raina, look at me,” I moan out. She continues riding me, bringing her hooded gaze down.
“You are mine, yeah?” She bites her bottom lip, nodding slowly.
“And I am yours…I have been this whole time,” I breathe.
I grip her tighter, picking her up and slamming her down on my length over and over.
“Tell me you love me, Raina.” I grab her breast, pinching her hard nipple between my fingers.
She squeals, “I love you.” I bite down on my bottom lip.
I could hear her say that over and over.
I can feel my release seconds away. I run my hand along her tattoo, pushing her back as she plants her hands behind her.
I slide my middle finger down her center, rubbing circles around it.
She gives a breathy moan. “Ezra, I’m about to—” Before she finishes her sentence, I add pressure to her clit, as she slams down on me, filling her fully with my dick.
We both groan as we ride out our orgasm.
“Fuuuck, Raina.” My head falls back onto the pillow as I try to pull myself back together.
I look up at her. She has her head resting on her shoulder, looking down at me, panting.
I take her in, every piece of her. She is mine, and I am hers. Forever.
“Ezra, would you like to hold her? The doctor needs to check me and go over a few things,” Raina says, pulling me back from our shared memory. I glance down at little Esther, who is making soft cooing sounds. I instantly feel a bit anxious. I’ve never held a baby before.
“I-I really want to, but I’m afraid I’ll hurt her,” I stammer.
Raina tilts her head with a reassuring look.
“You’re not going to hurt her. Just pick her up like this and settle into the recliner with her.
” She nods her head toward the chair sitting by the window.
Taking a deep breath, I flex my hands at my sides.
Raina gently lifts Esther, and I support her with my hands underneath.
“Yes, just like that. Just make sure to cradle her head.” I nod, nervously drawing her to my chest and gazing down at her.
Raina glances back and forth between me and our baby, a genuine smile spreading across her lips.
I walk slowly over to the recliner and sit down.
I hold her close to my chest; she is a cute little thing.
I glance at her dark hair, feeling a bit of pride.
I was convinced that regardless of whether it was a boy or a girl, they would inherit Raina’s stunning golden-blonde hair.
Mom would have been tickled. She always loved my hair.
I wonder what color her eyes will be. Raina had told me before that most babies are born with blue eyes and that their eye color can change as they get a little older.
I hope she has her mom’s green eyes. I picture what it would look like with the dark hair.
I gently run my finger along her tiny hands, and she instinctively grips it while looking up at me.
My heart melts over and over again. I’ve never experienced anything like this in my life.
This little one, who’s been in the world for less than thirty minutes, has already captured my heart and begun to mend its broken pieces.
Her delicate hand feels so small in comparison to my finger, and I never want her to let go.
Leaning down, I touch my forehead to hers and say, “Aunt Beck and Uncle Blake are going to fight over you. Oh, and Mango’s going to love you.
” I can’t help but smile as she makes sweet little noises I’ve never heard before.
But then, a wave of sadness washes over me.
My mom should be here, meeting her granddaughter for the first time; she would have been absolutely smitten.
I think of my dad, Jesse, and how special he was to me.
Despite the traumas of my younger years, I try to remember that he and my mom did their best to raise me and that they loved me.
I find comfort in that truth. All I want now is to make them both proud.
I let out a soft sigh, gazing out the window as I gently trace my thumb over Esther’s tiny hand.
Suddenly, my body goes still. It can’t be.
I blink hard, unable to believe what I see.
Perched on the window, fluttering its vibrant wings, is a monarch butterfly.
I want to call out to Raina, but the words escape me.
Memories flood my mind of my mom telling me about the butterfly at the hospital when I was born; in that same moment, we watched a butterfly making an appearance in her flower garden on my 6th birthday, the very day Raina came into the world.
Different emotions swirl through me as I reflect on our intertwined stories, and I can’t help but wonder if Raina and I were destined to meet.
I think about the tattoo on her chest, my mom’s fondness for these butterflies, and the symbolism they carry.
I watch the monarch linger a little longer before it flies off into the distance, and for that brief moment, I feel my mom’s presence with me. A single tear rolls down my cheek.
I look over at my beautiful Raina, my rainstorm, who has calmed my fire, admiring her as my woman and as the mother of my child.
I love her with every fiber in my body. All the years I spent beating myself down, feeling undeserving.
All it took was for a feisty little blonde to walk into my bar with a dipshit named Scottie.
I lightly shake my head, stifling a laugh at that whole situation and what transpired.
My eyes fall back to the little miracle baby in my arms. I know she can’t speak, but I can feel that she already loves me and depends on me.
I want to be the father that my mom never had, that Raina never had.
I want to fill the gaps and pieces I missed out on growing up.
To be the family I yearned for all these years.
My whole world lies right in front of me.
I want to love and protect Esther and Raina with my entire being.
If anyone tries to harm them, I will fucking kill them; I’ll do whatever it takes to keep them safe.
After all, they are mine, and I am theirs.