My whole body is on fire. I'm still barefoot in this hospital room. "Please," I tell him. "Please let's do it again."
"But not here," he says. "Remember that king-size bed you mentioned?"
I nod. "Oh, I remember."
"Come on, baby," he says, scooping me up in his arms. "I'm not letting you walk through this hospital. I'm carrying you home."
"Home?" I say.
He nods. "Our home, because baby, that's where you're staying. For good."
Smith
Of course I want to kill the bastard for what he's put my girl through, but this is how she came to be in my cabin, what brought her into my life, and in the end, all I'm going to focus on is the fact she is mine now.
We'll put a restraining order on him, of course, so that Ethan will never be in her presence again, but beyond that, I'm only going to focus on the here, on the now.
And the here and now is, we are going home.
We've stopped at the grocery store and stocked up on bags and bags of goodies, all of Sienna's favorite treats. Meats and cheeses, soda pop and chocolate milk, doughnuts, Rice Krispies Treats, ice cream. I've got her Wonder Bread and peanut butter and jelly, chips and dips, macaroni and cheese. Anything she wanted, I told her to put in the cart. I'm going to give my baby comfort food for as long as she wants, every damn day, anything she pleases.
I'm going to fill her up and make her feel good in every possible way, because that's what she deserves after all she's been through, losing so damn much, her mother, her rock and safety. I want her to feel nothing but cherished and loved and protected. That is my one duty.
Thank God I focused on retiring by 30, because it means I can spend my life taking care of her, making sure her needs are met and of course, fucking her nice and hard, and maybe putting a baby in her belly like she craves. And just like that, my cock is hard again.
"What are you smiling about?" she asks as we drive back to my cabin.
"I'm thinking about all the things we're going to do."
"In bed?" she asks.
I shrug. "That, and otherwise. I'm going to teach you to fish out in my boat."
"Really?" she squeals. "I can't wait."
"Good, baby," I say. "And then I'm going to take you clothes shopping. Maybe we can do it online. I don't exactly want to take you out into town again."
"There's not very many stores in town anyway," she says.
"That's true. So online shopping is good enough for you?"
"That's perfect," she says. "But I don't really care about clothes."
"Fine by me, because I want to see your cunt bare and those tits uncovered.”
She whimpers. “I can’t wait to get to the cabin.”
I grin. “So if you don’t care about clothes, what do you care about?"
"I like to read," she says. "That's why I'm excited about community college."
"We'll have to get you a car," I tell her. "You have a driver's license?"
She smiles. "Yeah, I have a driver's license."
"That's good," I say. "When do classes start?"
"Next month," she says.
"Good," I say. "We have four weeks then?"
"Yeah," she says. "What do we have to do in four weeks?"
"We have a lot to do in four weeks."
"Like what?"
"You really want me to tell you?" I ask. We're nearing my cabin and I park the car once we get there.
"Yeah, I really want you to say," she says as she unbuckles.
"Well, we're home now," I tell her. "So I might as well lay it all out for you."
"You're making me nervous."
"Well, there's a lot of things we have to do in a month."
"I'm still waiting," she says.
"I don't want to freak you out considering we just met, but, well, we've got to get married. And I've got to knock you up."
She laughs. "Stop it," she says, "be serious."
"These are the things we've got to do. I am being serious."
"We literally met today."
"I know," I tell her. "It was love at first sight for me. I saw you sleeping on that couch and I knew."
She shakes her head, tears in her eyes. "Stop it, Smith. You don't even know me."
"Oh, I know you. I know enough. I know everything I need to know this is the real fucking deal. I saw you and I knew, Sienna. You were mine."
She blinks. A tear rolls down her cheek. I brush it away with my thumb and I draw her close. "You haven't even kissed me," she says. "How can you know you love me, that you want to marry me, if your lips haven't even met mine?"
"Doesn't that make it all the more special?" I ask her. "That I know without even having kissed you yet that you are my everything?"