Page 72 of Constantine: Britain's Story: Part 2
“Off,” she says quietly. I nod, and lift the shirt off her slowly, the fabric gliding over her breasts, revealing hard nipples. My dick throbs again. I let her shirt fall to the floor and take her in. It’s dark, but I can still see her curves and her pebbled nipples. I see her lacy underwear, and how it dips to accommodate her growing abdomen. I swear her bump grows every day, and I fucking love the way she looks, swollen with my child.
I can’t wait to knock her up again, but I hesitate to tell her. I’m trying really hard not to scare her off. I slide a finger underher panties at her hip and ask, “Do you want these on or off?” My voice comes out raspy with need.
“Off, please.” I nod, then use both hands to slip her underwear down her legs. My dick swells fuller when I can see all of her, but I still don't make any moves. I’ll let her initiate for a little bit. We’re on her timeline now. I’m hers whenever she wants me, but I won’t push it. I pull back the duvet and usher her to climb in. Once she’s covered, I drop my sweats and get in on my side of the bed. When I lean over to press a kiss on her shoulder, and whisper “Goodnight,” I can tell she’s already asleep.Good. She fucking needs it.
The odds of me falling back asleep now are slim, so instead, I lay there wide awake, plotting. I plot how I’m going to win her back. How I’m going to show her how much she means to me. I think about how I’ll do that, and what’s important to her. And what’s important to her are the girls, Jess, and Damian.Damian. I don’t know why he’s staying with them, or what the deal is there, but I do know I’m not worried about it because I trust Britain. I want to talk to her more about it, but it can wait.
When the clock finally hits 5:45, I crawl out of bed quietly. I scrawl a note for Britain and set it on her bedside before heading downstairs.I’ve got someone to see and work to do.
The door chimes when I walk into The Grounds. There’s no one else in here, which is typical of 6:00 A.M. on a Wednesday morning.
Sandy walks out from behind the curtained back, but stops short when she sees me. “William,” she says with surprise. Her words don’t pack the same bite they did last week, though.
“Hi, Mom.” She moves to stand behind the register, but she doesn’t come around the counter to greet me like she normally would. “I could use a coffee, but I was hoping you could talk, too.” She nods, filling a travel cup with black coffee, then brings it around to a table for us to sit.
“Is it true? The girls said Britain and them were staying at your house now.”
I smile. “Yeah, it’s true.”
Sandy chuckles, but eventually breaks out into a smile, too. “How much is that costing you?” She arches an eyebrow when she asks.
“Ha!” I laugh. “Yeah, um, quite a bit, actually. But it’s worth it.”
“Damn right they are.”I know, Mom. “So, what brings you here then?”
“Well, as part of making things right with Britain, I need to make things right with you, too. I’ve missed you, and I’m going to need your help with the baby coming, and I don’t want things to be weird between us. You’re going to be the best grandma and I just don’t want you staying away because I fucked up.”
She gives me an endearing look, sliding her hand over mine. “Honey, you couldn’t keep me away from my grandbaby even if you tried.” I laugh and roll my eyes.Of course.“And, as long as you’re making things right with Britain, we’ll be alright…”
I nod.I will make things right.“And I don’t mean to say that you need to get back together for things to be alright, but I need you to be respecting her and treating her like the goddamn queen she is, you understand?”
“Understood,” I nod. “Does this mean I can come off the shit list?”
“You’re on probation, bud. But Liam?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m real proud of you, son. Just don’t fuck it up this time.”Oh, I won’t.
“Thanks, Mom. I should probably get going. Full house and all…” I reach for my wallet, but she stops me.
“This one’s on the house, sugar.” I laugh, leaning over to give her a kiss on the cheek.
“Love you, Mom.”
“I love you, too, William.”
TWENTY-FIVE
Britain
As I come to consciousness this morning and stretch, I realize I’m smiling. Because I’m happy. Talking with Liam last night helped subdue my anxiety and cemented that I’m making the right decision.
How I feel when I’m with him is undeniable. He’s my safe place, and my home, but he also makes me burn with hunger and want. I roll over, out of instinct, to his side, but find it empty, surprising me.Did I sleep in?
I roll back over to check my phone, and see a note in his horrendous chicken scratch.
I hope you get some more sleep, Bambi. I’ll be downstairs waiting for you when you get up, but I just wanted to let you know I love you, and I’m here to support you today.
