Page 61 of Tortured Whispers
“So, you wanna figure out how we can be together in the face of society and say fuck all the rules?” Caesar asked, squeezing me.
“Yeah, of course. I’m scared though.” My throat grew tight thinking about anyone trying to tear Caesar and me apart.
“It’s okay. We’ll be smart. We’ll keep everything between these four walls. When it’s time to make moves, we will.” I nodded at him then tried not to mention the other thing that had been on my mind constantly. I tried to lie in his arms and drift off to sleep but thoughts have a way of digging their hooks in and not letting go.
“What’s wrong, Brook?” He asked, pushing out a heavy sigh.
“Nothing,” I whispered.
“You’re lying,” he whispered back. My skin sang when his fingers slid along my sides. I let my eyes flutter shut while I absorbed the tingling.
“I’m thinking about something,” I admitted.
“What is it?”
I cleared my throat trying to make the thick knot inside budge but it wouldn’t. My thoughts demanded to be heard. “What if we decide to have a baby, Cease? What if it’s not okay?”
He sighed softly and slid his huge hands down to my stomach. Just one of his hands covered my midsection it seemed. “When we’re ready for babies, they’ll be fine. Okay? Don’t worry about that shit. The chances of our kid having any issues are the same as any other couple,” he assured me.
“But…I thought…” I stammered while he kissed my temple.
“Stop worrying, Brook.” He placed his lips on my neck and a sense of calm washed over me. He was magic for my jittery soul.
**
When Monday rolled around, I felt like having a tantrum. I legit wanted to kick my feet and whine and pout. I’d spent all weekend being lazy with Cease. We watched movies and ate everything in the house we could get our hands on. Oh, and the sex…oh my god.
I had more orgasms than hairs on my head. Caesar made sure any uncertainty I had was gone. I just wished it could continue forever. It gave me a taste of what it would be like to be with him all the time.
I knew I’d have to talk to Ashley when I got to school and honestly I wasn’t looking forward to it. Once I was sober, I realized that she was nowhere to be found when that asshole at the party was harassing me. She was nowhere to be found when I was getting drunk when I shouldn’t have been.
“Hey, I’ll see you this evening, okay? You don’t have your session with Ronnie, so if you want to hang out with Ashley…I guess you can. Not too long though,” Cease said with a point of his long finger.
“So parental,” I laughed.
“Yeah, yeah. I’m looking out for you and you know it. She makes me uneasy.”
“I know, Cease. She was a shitty friend at the pawty on Fwiday. I’m gonna talk to her today at school.”
“You nervous?” he frowned.
“Yeah, how’d you know?” I quizzed.
“Your R’s started to slip.”
I frowned when he pointed it out, but it was true and I heard it. I’d been doing so much better with my speech apraxia but I still slipped when I was emotional. Sometimes my brain was firing faster than my mouth wanted to work.
“I heard it,” I nodded.
“You gonna be okay today, Brook?”
“Yes, Caesar. See? I’m fine.” I flashed him a smile and grabbed my book bag.
“I love you,” he said before I hit the door.
“I love you too,” I told him, scrunching up my nose. I leaned in for a kiss and he pressed the softest one to my lips. I could go to school a happy girl after that. I was happy a lot more often than I’d ever been in the past.
Well, shit in the past, I wasn’t happy at all. Now, I was able to laugh more and look at myself in the mirror without cringing.
