The drive seems to take forever, though until we finally stop in front of a glass house by the lake. It’s been in my family for ages and I steady myself on Freya as we head inside. I’m careful not to put too much weight on her. Not only is she fragile but she’s also pregnant. This time must’ve been so stressful for her and I clench my jaw, promising myself to make it up to her.
“Why won’t you just let me help you?” Freya pleads, frustrated that I won’t let her hold my hand all the way to the couch but I shake my head.
“You’ve done enough. Besides, you’re not strong enough to hold me. You’re so small.”
Her cheeks flame as I lay down. “Compared to you, yes.”
That’s right, she needs a real man, someone who can take her curves, someone like me. Freya lets out a sigh, before sitting down next to me and if I was any stronger, I’d grab her face and pull her mouth to mine but fuck, I’m disgusting right now. I have dry blood all over me and I don’t want it coming in contact with her porcelain skin.
I want to say so much to her but exhaustion takes over, my eyes turning hooded and Freya goes blurry. I reach out, linking our fingers and she breathes out as if she’s been on edge all along. A smile crosses her face and she rests her head on my chest. My heart speeds up from having her close again, my mind and body finally at peace.
“I love you, Freya,” I rasp and amongst all the blurriness I watch a grateful smile spread across her face. “I’ll always love you.”
****
When my eyes flash open again, it seems to be noon. Freya isn’t around but music’s playing on low volume, the emotional, gut wrenching kind she likes to dance to and when I look down at my body, I notice she’s cleaned me up.
Fuck, that girl is healing. No wonder I got her pregnant on my first try. When a man finds that one, irreplaceable woman his body instinctively knows to better lock it down. Rising, I notice I feel better too. My head has stopped spinning and I go search for her.
I find her in my bedroom of all places, making the bed, adding clean sheets and quilts. She’s busy with a pillowcase when she notices me watching her. She flinches, pink covering her cheeks. “Didn’t see you standing there. I’m just...”
“Nesting,” I grin. “I like that.” It fills me with male pride, seeing her be a homemaker and it makes me think of a future where she’s here waiting for me and running to greet me each time I walk through the door. I bet she’s the kind who does that. The kind I’ve always wanted for my own.
If I could I’d shake my own hand and congratulate myself for knocking her up. It’s the wisest thing I’ve ever done. Even if I felt like a selfish bastard for not using protection, I now feel like I would do it all over again if I could.
She’s the perfect female. Her skin is the color of crushed pearls, her curves wide and generous enough to satisfy a man with an appetite like mine. My mouth waters as my eyes go to her tits. I still remember how perfectly heavy they felt in my palms, how velvet soft they were pressed up in my face.
They’re so damn full at the bottom, bigger now that she’s with child and blood pounds in my temples when I imagine how much more sensitive they must be. Fuck, I’ve missed her body so much. Missed the sweetness between her legs, that little patch of fuzz on her mound and I just want to nuzzle her and inhale her musky scent.
My male instinct always roars when she’s around. It roared the first time I came to the compound and she was eighteen, sitting on a swing while picking the petals of a daisy. She looked so damn forbidden. Tempting. I wanted to crawl on the ground before her, put my head in her lap and tell her to chop it off.
I was pretending to be something I wasn’t. Fooling them all but at that time, revenge still sounded good to me. And at that time, I didn’t have it in me to go to the agency and tell them I wasn’t doing it. Freya’s little white tipped nails were already deeply sunken into me. I couldn’t get loose even if I wanted to.
Her uncle introduced us quickly as if she wasn’t anything I shouldn’t pay any attention. But she looked up at me with her understanding eyes and said, “Hello mister, pleased to meet you. My name’s Freya Moon.”
At that moment I was floored. Electricity seemed to ripple between us and we stared at each other for longer than what was normal because her uncle told her to scram. She turned red in the face, burst into tears and ran across the damn courtyard as if she was the main character in the story of my life.
I wanted her then and every single day since...
Finishing with the bed, she throws me a coy glance before murmuring, “I’ll go downstairs and make us something to eat. You must be starving.”
Domestic bliss flashes in me but then I frown, growing worried. “I don’t want you doing that. The pans are heavy, the casseroles...you have to rest.”
“I’m pregnant, Ram,” she breathes. “Not dying.”
“I forbid you from wearing yourself out,” I say and she burst into laughter, brushing me off as if I’m exaggerating. I scowl at her because I meant what I said. There’s danger everywhere and I need to look out for her.
“So considerate.” A hesitant smile crosses her face and she murmurs, “You’ll take care of me won’t you? If I stay with you. You’ll take care of me and my baby?”
My throat snares that she would even ask me that. There’s no other purpose for me. My sole mission now is to look after my family. Nodding, I rasp, “Can I touch it.”
Shimmer seems to erupt from her, making her look like she’s glowing and she nods. “Go ahead. I’m not gonna stop you.”
Her eyes softly watch me as I walk over to her, clearing my throat and I pull up her sweater, slowly and with veneration as my heart drums in my chest. It’s so small, her bump, so gentle but somehow still so prominent and I lay my palms upon it. Electrical energy flares between me and Freya and she holds down a low whimper.
“Am I hurting you?” I ask, ready to take my hands back if she’s uncomfortable but she shakes her head.
“Keep doing that,” she whispers. “He likes your touch.”