“I need you, Logan,” I begged.
“I know. I need you, too,” he agreed, pulling our bodies closer until I could feel them almost joined.
“I love you, Clare. My wife, my lover, my soul.”
“I love you, too, Logan,” I said and then two became one.
Our heated breaths and murmured words couldn’t drown out the overwhelming emotions that hung in the air. Logan was mine and I was his.
Forever.
His body owned mine, pushing it closer and closer to climax and I felt it in the pit of my belly like an inferno.
“That’s it, Clare…let go,” he said, and I did. I screamed out my pleasure at the same time he groaned out his own.
We spent the rest of our wedding night entwined in each other, high on our love and intoxicated in the happiness of our marital bliss.
Logan
I awoke, bathed in ruby red curls and creamy soft skin. Clare’s eyes were still closed and her breathing still even. She had an arm draped
over my chest, and from this angle, I could see every glorious curve of her. I loved the way her waist curved in and flared out at her hip, and
that perfect round ass she always complained about.
I didn’t remember my life before her. I didn’t want to. Every moment I’d spent before Clare and Maddie seemed like a blur; an endless blur
of nothing to get me where I was today.
Laying in bed with my wife, with a daughter I couldn’t wait to see, I now had a purpose. A calling in life.
I also had cancer.
Something that could tear me away from everything I held dear.
I would never tell her, but I was scared. Now that I had everything I’d ever wanted, I couldn’t lose it. I wouldn’t.
“Hey, you’re awake,” Clare said groggily.
I looked down on her sleepy face and smiled. “Yeah.”
“What are you thinking about?” she asked.
“How beautiful you are,” I lied.
“Hmm…I sure hope that’s not what you were thinking about with that face. Try again.”
This woman knew me inside and out. It was the reason she knew I was lying about leaving her the night I tried to walk away. She could see it in
my eyes I didn’t want to leave, and kept calling me out on my bullshit.
“You’re scared,” she said. It wasn’t a question.
“Yes. A little,” I admitted.
She lifted her head and rested her chin on my chest.
“I would be a little surprised if you weren’t. Despite what Leah may think, you are not Superman.”
“I know. I just want to be strong for you.”
“And you are. You will be. But being scared of what might happen is normal, Logan.”
I nodded and kissed her head.
“So, what do we do now?” I asked.
“We live our lives like we planned. We spend a week with our daughter.” The fact that she just called Maddie “our daughter” made me
instantly grin.
“We go home and we begin fighting. And we fight until we win. And we will win, Logan.”
“And you’re ready?” I asked, knowing everything she’d already gone through.
“I’m ready for anything, as long as you’re there beside me, holding my hand.”
“Forever,” I vowed.
“Good,” she grinned. “Well, Mr. Matthews, what do you want to do first?”
I paused for a moment, looking down at my naked wife. A million ideas came to mind, but there was only one that screaming at me.
“Honestly?” I asked.
“Of course.”
“I want to go find our daughter and start living our life. I’ve never had a family and I’d really like to enjoy my new one.”
She smiled, and lifted her head to kiss me, before pulling back.
“That is the best idea you’ve ever had. Let’s go start our lives, Mr. Matthews.”
And we did.
Leah
"This is all your fault, Hotshot." I whined, plopping into the plush green arm chair in our living room. My large, round stomach protruded out
in front of me, which of course only angered me further.
Forty weeks, my ass....
"I'm sorry...exactly how is this my fault?" he asked, looking up from the script he'd been recently been sent. Having a few projects under his
belt now, the executives in Hollywood were finally starting to take him seriously. It was about time someone realized what a genius he was
behind the camera. He had always been an extraordinary actor, but as a director? He was unstoppable.
Wait, I was mad at him.
I pointed at my very pregnant stomach. "You did this to me. It's your child in there that refuses to come out. Forty-one weeks Declan. Forty-
one fucking weeks," I emphasized. "It's time to send the eviction notice. I'm about to go insane."
He gave me that lazy sexy grin he always did when he thought I was being cute. His eyebrow rose in amusement.
"About to go insane?" he asked, doing his best to contain the laughter he was trying to keep in check. "Babe, you haven't exactly been playing
with a full deck for the last few weeks."
My eyes hardened and I gave him a look that could kill.