Page 53 of Wreckage of Us
“I’ll kiss it better,” he promises and turns me on my side.
I lift my leg up and hook it over his hip, resting my head on his arm that he slid under me in one smooth move. He pulls me closer to him and starts rubbing light circles on my butt cheeks. I’m not sure it’s helping any as they literally feel like they’re on fire.
I can’t believe I begged him to do that to me.
And the asshole did it.
“I know you don’t believe me,” he starts talking, and I wish he didn’t.
“Dylan…” I try to stop him.
“No, you need to listen to me,” he insists.
He removes his hand off my ass and places it behind my head, palming the back of it.
“I love you,” he repeats his declaration from earlier. My eyes fill with tears. “I know it’s hard for you to believe. It’s hard for me to believe too,” he chuckles, almost nervously. “I’ve never felt like this about anyone. I know for a fact that I love you. I didn’t want to love you,” he admits, making me whimper in distress. “I didn’t think I was good enough for you,” he confesses. “But now I know that I can be good enough for you. I just need you to let me…”
“Dylan, I…” It’s like a mental block at this point. I love him, but I can’t say the words back.
“We’ll get there,” he kisses me gently on the lips.
My hand goes to my belly, and he notices.
“Can you talk to me about the baby?”
“Why?” I am genuinely surprised. He made such a big deal out of not wanting me to be pregnant, I don’t know what to do with this new version of him.
“I want to make sure she’s healthy. That you’re both healthy,” he tells me with fervor.
“She?” I grin at him in spite of the tears threatening to fall.
“Ethan thinks it’s a girl,” he shrugs bashfully. “He’s talked me into it.”
“He does?” I want to ask more about that situation. I still don’t have a clear picture of who Ethan belongs with. And in light of our new reality as expectant parents, which will make Ethan an older brother, it’s making me nervous.
“Yeah, he is very excited about it,” Dylan tells me with just as much excitement, confusing me even more.
“Dylan, I…” I start but am not certain of how I want to proceed.
“Baby,” he runs his thumb up and down the side of my face, stopping at the corner of my eye, then moving lower and caressing the corner of my mouth. “Whatever it is you want to know, just ask. I’m an open book. Sort of…” he adds with a goofy smirk on his face.
I love that damn smirk.
I take a deep breath to fortify myself. Here goes nothing.
“I want to know about Ethan.”
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My heart is beating hardin my chest as I stare at Becca.
“I want to know about, Ethan” she says, and the question is actually not as hard to answer as it would’ve been a month or so ago. It is such a fucked up situation though, and I can only hope she’ll understand it once I am done telling her about it.
“You want to know if he’s going to come live with me, right?” I ask for confirmation.
She hesitates for a second. “Heisyour son, so yeah.”
