Page 26 of Ours

He smiles, not smirks or grins but smiles, and then nipped my bottom lip.

And I finally had an answer to the question I had kept on asking myself since Maddox was hurt. That question being, would I be okay? Would I be able to take the shattered pieces, and piece myself back together to keep breathing? I knew in this moment.

I’d be okay. Nothing more and nothing less. But I knew, for the first time, since it happened. I’d be okay.

When he lowers his lips to mine, and I kissed him back like how he kissed me before outside my dorm room. He didn’t gently kiss me, he gave me a piece of his soul, like I was his purpose. My hand went to the back of his head, and I kissed him—so he knew that he had a bit of my soul, he always had.

His hands ran over my body and he slowly moving inside of me at a speed that I couldn’t get enough of. He’s soft, gentle—two things when you looked at Hudson, you don’t expect.

I nipped his bottom lip, and then I push my hips up to meet his thrust, so he knows—I want more. I’m ready for more, I lock my arms around his neck, and I gasped, as he thrusts firmer into me, causing pleasure waves through my body, and I gasped.

“Come on darling, don’t tell me I can’t make you moan my name.” he says, and kisses along my neck. “Don’t make me prove it to you.”

I clenched my lips shut at that. I was not going to give him the pleasure of having me moaning.

Then I gasped, and my lips broke, because of the sharp dominating and claiming thrust, and he looped his arms under my legs, placing them on his shoulders. I knew then, I was a goner.

As if he knew I wasn’t ready to be moaning another mans name, his lips went over mine, just as I broke and moaned his name. He suffocated the word with his own mouth.

My heart began to burst waves of love for Hudson, which slowly coated over the lust feelings I had for him. And I was letting myself feel the love that I had always held for him in my heart—and last time I let that happen, I died.

But in this moment, as he made love to me, worshipping my body. I knew deep down, I knew thatI couldn’t deny my love for him any longer. It just couldn’t be worse timing, after all Maddox’s life support gets turned off in three days.

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Laying in his arms,I felt his hand run up my bare thigh, as my back was to his chest. His fingers moving slowly over my skin.

I felt his kiss on the back of my head.

I clenched my eyes shut, as chills ran up my spine—because I felt safe. Home. And mainly, I felt okay.

“Hudson?” I murmured.

“Yeah, darling,” he said, as his hand stilled on my bare hip, under his blankets.

I inhaled sharply. I knew he always had a right to know, but I didn’t know then how to tell him, and I turned to drugs to it right after. Never dealt with it. Till Maddox. Who helped me get through it, face the pain, so I could heal. “I have something I need to tell you.” I said, my hand going to his, covering his hand with mine. “I lost our baby. I was thirty seven weeks along, when I had stillborn.” I felt him go tense, his hand coming stilling on me.

Then his hand is off my body, and my eyes clenched shut. In some ways I was just fucking scared to let him in, in other ways I knew he would react like this.

Then I felt his finger run along my c section scar. Under the blankets.

I then felt a kiss on my back, and my eyes fluttered open. Not because he had kissed me and comforted me without saying a word. No it was because out of every where he could kiss me on my body, he kissed my tattoo which marked me as Maddox. And he hadn’t done it disrespectful, no he had done it in away, that he accepted me, as I was. Broken, shattered and glued back together. I turned onto my back, my hand going to his cheek, because I see the tears in his eyes.

And for the first time ever, it’s me comforting him. Wiping the tears away from under his eye. Before he acknowledged he was crying. He pulled me towards him, kissing my lips.

It’s short but passionate before he pulled back. “I love you Gabriella.” And I had never heard more honesty in anything he had said. He meant those words fully.

I opened my mouth when my phone started ringing. And I frowned hearing that tone. It was the ringtone I had set for Maddox’s phone. Which was impossible. Hudson didn’t understand why I pulled away from him, leaning over the bed, I picked up my phone, seeing Maddox’s name across the screen.

I immediately felt angry. Who would play such a sick fucking joke on someone?

I answered it. “Who is this?” I snapped into the phone. Hudson’s eyebrows slightly arched, as he watched my rection.

“Your fiancé.”

And I went cold.

GABRIELLA

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