Page 19 of Valentine's Kisses
Electricity skitters up my spine and I know I’m about to come. I know that I’m going to come hard deep inside her. I reach down and circle my finger around her clit.
“I want us to come together, Gabrielle. Come with me,” I chant as I slide back out again.
She lifts her hips up and takes me deeper. I can tell she’s on the edge too. With one last flick of my finger, she starts shaking and I feel her release. It spurs on my own release. I finally come and wave after wave of my seed expels into her.
We stay joined for a moment, gasping for air and staring at each other. “I love you so damn much,” I say and give her a hard kiss.
She strokes my hair and grins. “I love you too, baby. Forever.”
“Forever,” I reply and look down at where we’re still joined. “You’ll be my forever, Valentine.”
Epilogue
Our Happily-Ever-After
I never thought I could be someone’s everything, but he makes me feel that way. -Gabrielle
Gabrielle
“Hunter Warren is on fire tonight, isn’t he?” my husband asks in a loud voice. The crowd at the hockey arena is raucous tonight, especially since our Crestwood team just scored a goal.
“Um, yeah,” I respond in a weak voice. “He’s doing great out there.” To be honest, all the guys look the same to me whizzing back and forth on the ice. I’m too nauseous right now to know or care who is winning or “on fire” tonight.
Flynn glances back at me again. He must suddenly notice my pale face because he asks worriedly, “Gabrielle, love, are you alright?”
Ugh, no not again.My stomach roils with nausea, and I can feel the pizza we had earlier threatening to come up. I slap my hand over my mouth and stand up to run. I feel Flynn’s touch on my arm, and he begins to guide me through the crowd, pushing people when needed, so I can make my way to the bathroom.
I practically sprint from him when we reach the hallway of bathrooms. I barely make it into a stall before I’m bent over, hurling the contents of my stomach into the toilet bowl.Shit,why is it that pizza tastes so damn good going down, but it tastes absolutely horrible coming up?
I brace myself against the wall once I’m done. I walk over to the sink and wash my hands and face. I stare at myself in the mirror. I look like a damn mess.
Flynn is pacing the hallway with his hands behind his back. He sends me a concerned look when I finally appear. He walks over and takes my hands in his.
“What the hell is wrong, Gabrielle? I have to know, please? This is killing me. You were sick last week twice, and you’re tired all the damn time and…” he runs his hand through his hair as his voice trembles. “Whatever is wrong, we’ll face it together.”
I giggle. I can’t help it. He sends me an incredulous look and I feel horribly guilty.This man. This stupid, sweet man.
I spread my arms wide. “I had this big plan on how to tell you. I was going to do it on Valentine’s Day at the gazebo. I had this whole thing planned.” I bring my hands together and twist them nervously. I know he’ll be happy, but this is still a big moment. “Guess our baby doesn’t want to stay a secret though.” I cock my head to the side and wait for my words to hit the spot.
“Our…our baby?” he asks with a bewildered look on his face. “Th…there’s a baby?”
I giggle again. “Now you’ve got my stutter. Yes, there’s a baby.” I gently take his hand and put it over my stomach. “This baby. The baby we made.”
He rubs my stomach softly. “H…how?” he asks in wonder.
I give a full bellied laugh this time. “In the usual way, I believe, especially since you seem to want to fuck me on every surface of our house. And the art school after hours.” The art school we’ve built, I think proudly. The one that serves the community of Savannah and gives young and old alike a chance to learn theories of art.
He rubs over his face and blushes. A broad smile suddenly spreads across his face. “Our baby? We’re going to have a baby!” A pair of women walk by us going to the bathroom, and he shouts to them while pointing at me, “she’s having my baby!” They giggle and say congratulations.
I can’t hold back my laughter either. “So, I gather you’re happy about this?” I ask nervously.
He gives me a sweet kiss and then rubs his hand over my stomach lovingly. “I am so damn happy,” he says huskily. His blue eyes brighten with a sheen of tears. “I thought I couldn’t be any happier than I have been the past year, but you’ve made it even better.”.
I kiss him gently on the cheek. “You’ve made me so happy too, my love. So happy.”
He leans down and softly kisses the material covering my stomach. “You’ve got one hell of a mama,” he whispers to our unborn child.
I run my fingers through his hair. “And one hell of a daddy too,” I say quietly.
Two years ago, I couldn’t have imagined this for myself. I couldn’t have imagined the happiness that I would feel. As tears trail down my cheeks, I look up to the ceiling.The only thing that could make it better was if you were here, sister. But thank you. Thank you for looking over us. Thank you for defending and protecting me so I could get here to this moment. I promise I’ll never forget you.
Eight months later, our little girl Elizabeth Susanna Michaels arrives in all her screaming glory. I look down at her sweet face and think,what a wonderful story life is. What a wonderful story we have behind and ahead of us. The story of us.
