I felt a little awful that I was his nurse, but I hardly kept up with his physical therapy. He had a therapist coming in three times a week and I only stayed with him once, while he exercised. I’d never seen him run on the treadmill, not once, and I surmised he had to have been keeping it from me.
“You were being sly.” I joked. The treadmill had stopped fully now, and he was just standing on it, looking down at me while I had to tilt my head up to meet his gaze. He was panting softly, trying to catch his breath, and the action was making me a little horny.
“No, I wanted to surprise you. Looks like the surprise has been thrown out the window.” He replied.
“Alba saw you and was very excited to show me. I’m beyond excited, so I think it’s safe to say that you were surprised.”
He finally stepped down and his hands slipped around my waist. His body was cool from the drying sweat on his body and he smelled of manly sweat and a shadow of his cologne. I could not help it, so I leaned down towards the crook of his neck and took a big whiff.
“Did you just smell me?” He asked when I leaned back to smile sheepishly at his face.
I simply nodded at his question and he chuckled slightly, the edge of his eyes crinkling slightly.
“You’re weird.”
“But you like me anyway,” I replied, my smile matching his.
He said nothing to that, simply watching me with so much affection on his face that I blushed slightly.
Sometimes, when he looked at me like that, I'm more convinced of his feelings for me. But then, the devil on my shoulder is quick to remind me of his mother’s words to me just before she left, and then I’m plunged back into the depths of insecurities and uncertainties.
It was a rollercoaster of emotions that usually left me depleted and combined with the recent development of my pregnancy; it was enough to drive a girl crazy.
“Are you looking forward to meeting my parents?” He asked me out of the blue and I remembered he’d spoken about meeting his parents.
A man would not want you to meet his folks unless things were serious, right?
The question bounced around my head as I stared at him. He looked at me in a way, and I could swear on my love that he loved me just as much as I loved him, but he’d never said the words outright. I could not help but wonder if it was all in my head.
“I don’t think your mother likes me very much,” I said to him. He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to my lips. In my horniness, I wanted the kiss to go on, and to avoid talking about his parents, but he was the first to pull away.
“My mother will love you. And if she does not, then she’ll just learn to. She doesn’t have a choice.”
“And your dad?” I asked him. I already knew how his mother felt about me, despite what he said, but I was yet to meet his father. I did not know what to expect.
“Same thing.”
He spoke so confidently about it like it was a done deal. Given what Colleen had said to me, I did not have faith in his words regarding his parents. But I guessed I could trust his feelings for me. Even if we’d not gotten to declarations of love, I knew his feelings for me were strong.
I could count on that.
“You should get packing; we'll leave for the city in a few days.”
His words had a bomb-like effect on my chest. We were going into the real world. It was time to test whether we could survive out of our bubble mansion, or if everything had only been a fairy tale.
Chapter 27
Christian
ThethoughtthatIwould one day get married and settle down to have a family was a reality that I’d come to terms with quite earlier on in my life.
I was never one of those men who went through a wild stage of sleeping around with popular women, just for the fun of it. I preferred meaningful relationships and that meant meeting people; women, whom I could see myself settling down with.
I thought Gigi had been the one. The woman I would settle down with and call the mother of my children. She was never maternal, nor did she seem like the type to be interested in wifely things, but I was stereotypical in my views of marriage and I did not expect her to perfectly be that way.
I loved Gigi exactly as she was. Even though I realized now that what I felt for her was nothing compared to how strong my feelings were towards Vanessa, I would have been happy with whatever side of her I got.
Being with Vanessa now was different. Not only was she maternal, but she was also selfless. She took care of me, more than any woman had ever done, other than Alba. And I did not just think it was because she was my nurse. Yes, being my nurse played a big role in it, but I’d seen her around others; she helped Alba in the kitchen, even when she did not need to.