Page 79 of Quasim III: King Inferno

I watched how my wife stared at me, and she deserved everything good in the world. A pregnancy where she wasn’t stressed she would lose the baby. I wanted this second round forus to be better than the first. It couldn’t end in tragedy, because we had gone through all of that already.

“Bet. I’ll work on getting shit set up for you.” Capone nodded at me.

I turned to look at him. “Good looks, Capo… on all of this shit.”

He smiled. “We never count favors over here… we family, King.”

Everybody chilled for a while before they left, and I was alone again. Leaning my head back on the pillow, I watched the news in silence. The door creaking caused me to look over, and I saw Anjo.

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“You sleep, Simmy?” She whispered, closing the door back behind her.

My arms rested behind my head. “No, baby, come lay me with me.”

I watched as she slipped her feet out her heels, and even in her dress, she climbed up on the bed with me. Moving over, I let her have the majority of the space. I could see how tired she was in her eyes as she stared up at me.

“I love you, baby,” I kissed her nose, and she smiled while yawning.

“Simmy, I love you so much.”

Raising my eyebrow. “Then why the hell did you sneak up out of here?”

Blair busted out laughing. “In my defense, I told you that I would be right back.”

“Anjo, I was high as shit… knocked out.”

“Yeah, well, I told you.”

I tickled her and kissed her lips. She held the side of my face as she sucked on my lips before pushing her tongue into my mouth. As much as I wanted to be leaned over her, while sucking on her lips and giving her dick, my body was so fucking weak.

My room was dimly lit, most of the light came from the huge TV that rested on the wall. The wind was so aggressive that you could hear it whipping through the trees outside of the window, a soothing whisper sound that I can admit had been putting me to sleep nearly every night. Blair was curled up against me on the pillow, her dress pulled up and I could see her soft legs.

I ran my hand down her thigh, feeling guilty that I put her into this life. It was easier to run from her because I never wanted this to become our reality. I was prone to fucked up shit happening to me.

As I moved closer, brushing the loose eyelash hair from her face, and then kissing her forehead, I looked into her eyes. Her eyes, glassy, searched mine like she was clinging to something. As if she wanted to capture this moment forever and never let me out of her sight.

“I feel guilty because I can’t make love to you, my love.” I pushed my lips against her forehead, as she pulled back from me.

“Simmy, your body has been through a lot. When the time is right, we’ll get there… okay?” She held the side of my face.

She held my cheek, staring deeply into my eyes. There was this pure glimpse of love that she held in her eyes, only reserved for those she truly cherished. When it came to me, it was something else. It was her praying, showing, and reminding me that she loved me.

She chose me.

Chased me.

Fought for me when I had no fight for myself.

Reminded me.

Every time our eyes met, they gave me that reminder that I deserved her. I deserved good things, and my wife was a good fucking thing.

“I’ll do anything for you, Quasim,” she whispered as her voice trembled, not with fear, but with conviction. “My love has no bounds when it comes to you.”

The air between us had been removed and the world stopped moving. I could hear the sound of the wind picking up, and the outside chatter that went on at the nurse’s section. All of those sounds slowly faded away, and all that existed was her hand on my face, and her body next to mine. Two people who had been wrapped in trauma for so long that happiness didn’t feel possible. The warmth of love didn’t seem attainable, no matter how much we both prayed for it.

We were two people wrapped in love, pain, and trust that you didn’t find twice in this lifetime. A trust that scared most people, but not us.

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