Page 24 of Down the Aisle
I literally barged into her life and hunkered down very stubbornly. On the bright side, she wasn't locked away in my basement, as tempting as it was.
The more I entertained the idea of forcing my hand with her, the less appealing it became to me. Don't get me wrong, I'd do it at the very end if all my other efforts met a dead-end.
It'd been so long since I felt this kind of energizing excitement. The kind that constantly buzzed at the end of every nerve fiber in your body until you were forced to act, or you'd risk exploding from all the pent-up energy. This thrill of the chase, for a woman. Fuck, I hadn't felt like this since my younger years, and it was too riveting to let go of.
Yet, even back in my crazy and hormonal years, I never wanted a woman as badly as I did Eliza. If a woman rejected me back then after some effort, then that was it. I never pushed or persisted because there was no urge or need tohavethem, nor did I ever feel the motivation topossessthem.
In all this time, I’d never had the desire to have a woman so fully by my side, nor did I care enough to put forth so much effort.
Until a little rosebud took root and bloomed right in my path.
Eliza really was a breath of fresh air, as cliché as it sounded. Nearly every moment of my day-to-day life followed the same routine, with minimal deviations. That wasn’t the case anymore. No, ever since I met this woman, and especially since I’d gotten my hooks into her, my life had started to feel like an adventure. My dull life had been turned completely around. I felt like I had walked into a scene from the gardens of Eden—she was the forbidden fruit and I couldn’t wait to take that first bite.
No matter how long it took, I'd get that forbidden fruit. I wouldn't stop until Eliza was in my arms, and my lips upon on hers. There's no stopping me until I've tasted and marked every inch of her divine body and claimed it as mine. Until my name fell from her lips like a prayer while I was buried deep inside of her, I wouldn't stop. Slowly but surely, I'd get her to worship me on her knees, make her look up at me as if I were her god.
Once I got her under me, I’d fill her with my cock, make her scream my name, and pump her full of my seed. Elizawouldbe mine.
Fuck, to fill her and breed her precious body, the thought made me almost feral. We'd have the perfect babies—she was already the perfect mother. So, giving her more babies just made sense.
"Uhh, Adam?" Her sweet but wary voice cut through the fog of my thoughts, making me snap out of it.
Looking at her, I watched her body shy away from me a little. "Adam, are you okay? Did I say or do something to upset you? You got really quiet and serious, and you're looking at me really intensely." Her soft eyes grew worried and jittery as she reached a hand out and placed it on Asher.
A deep breath relaxed my body, and I slowly leaned back a little in my seat to give her the illusion of space while smiling at her apologetically. "Sorry, it's nothing directed at you or anything like that. A small situation from work crossed my mind at the wrong time," I lied smoothly with another reassuring smile. "It really isn't you, promise."
Telling her the truth wasnotan option, not unless I wanted to scare her off and make my life harder. "Also, I could never be upset at you," I scoffed playfully with a warm chuckle.
Eliza's smile faltered to a flat one as she averted her gaze. "That's what they all say…" I faintly heard her mumbling words before Asher's happy scream drowned her out completely.
Curiosity tempted me to press her to find out what she meant, but for the sake of keeping some peace between us, I zipped my lips.
Clearing my throat, I put on my best charming smile. "You know, you don't have to take Asher with you to work. I can always watch him for you," I offered while picking some spilledfood off the table and feeding it to Asher. "It will really make things easier for you."
Eliza's smile tensed up with a deep breath. "It's fine. I prefer to work with him around. It kind of gives me some ease and peace of mind." A look of realization shocked her face, and she instantly held her waving hands up in denial. In a flurry, her words flew out, "Not that I'm saying you're a bad person and that I don't trust you or anything with Asher, because I would. It's just I have attachment issues with him and separation anxiety."
A light-hearted chuckle trembled at my body. "Eliza, it's fine," I assured her.
Reaching over, I stopped her frantic hands by grabbing them and holding them together. "Really, it is, and I totally understand." The warmth in my voice meant they weren't empty words. "It's been just you and Asher for a while, and you're his mother. So, it's natural for you to want him around for peace of mind. You really don't have to try and explain yourself. Asher isyourbaby, little rose. You set the rules for his care, no one can take that from you. Don’t let them."
Settling her hands down on the table, I kept mine over hers comfortingly. "I've seen my sister and her kid, so I really do understand."
It probably wasn't too healthy at this point, but if this was how she'd been doing things ever since he was born, then who was I to break such a comfort routine. The last thing I wanted to do was send her into some kind of mental breakdown or episode of sorts because I ruined her ways.
Although, she really did need to start putting that boundary up between her and Asher. Yes, she was his mother, but that wasn't her whole identity. If she kept going down this path, then she'd end up smothering Asher and preventing him from having a fun life. Also, she wouldn't be doing her mental health any favors either if she kept her identity tied to Asher.
"How about this," I started with a cautious smile, "you take Asher with you, do what you need to do, and I'll take the lil' guy when I drop off lunch for you? That way, I can take him back to a nice and cozy bed for his nap, give you some time to just focus on getting work done, and I'll make dinner with him so you can come home to a smiley kid and a hot meal. Yeah?" I tried to convince her with a warm smile as I bargained with her in a pleading voice.
Sweetening my smile to try and rope her in more, I added, "You'll still have him for most of your shift today, and he'll get to sleep in his comfy bed for a nap rather than his playpen. And if you really can't stand to be away from him for too long, then I can drop him back off with you after he wakes from his nap."
There were lots of other things I could have said, and there were definitely other things to be added in not-so-nice ways, but I didn't want to be a jerk to her. Not when I could see that she was really trying her best out here in this rotten world. She didn't need someone harping on her for the wrongs in her life or how she chose to live it. Not that I had an issue with her doing what she did; I didn’t have an issue with how she was doing things, I just saw some better ways to go about them, especially with the help I offered her.
But, again, I wasn't going to soapbox her, not when I had no right to.
We sat in tense silence as Eliza debated for a good while. She almost had me a few times when she looked at me forlornly and opened her mouth, but she always promptly shut it and turned her head away before any words came out.
After she did that a few times, I thought she'd reject the idea, so I found myself looking at her in disbelief and victory when she said, "Alright, fine." Before I could celebrate my little victory, she slapped a lid on my budding excitement. "But! But." She looked at me pointedly, making sure my full attention was onher before she continued, "But, if I want Asher back once he is done napping, I expect you to drop whatever you are doing and bring him back to me, a-alright?"
And here I thought her backbone started to come through. She started off so strong and nice, but her voice wavered in the end.
