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“Mom will be pleased.”
“I’m glad. I love your parents' home.”
“She’ll be peppering us with questions again,” I warn.
Imogen glances at me. “So? That’s what parents do.”
“Especially mine.”
Mom is always asking when we’re going to get hitched and give her grandbabies. She’s told me on numerous occasions that she feels as if it will happen soon. I do plan on Imogen being my wife, and I hope to god she says yes this Christmas. As for children? I feel we have time. Maybe not me, per say, but Imogen is only thirty-one. I don’t want to rush these things, as much as I’d love to see her pregnant with my child.
I don’t take my eyes off the road, but I feel her hand on my leg. “You’re doing so well.”
I swallow hard. “Thanks to you.”
I’ve never been so nervous in all my life, and I drive like a fucking old man until we pull up to the restaurant.
A cold sweat has come over me as I turn the ignition off.
Imogen unbuckles her seatbelt and leans over to me. “I’m so proud of you,” she whispers.
Only my Krasavitsa knows how to get to the heart of me. How this one little thing that I do every day, means something so much bigger with her in the car. “How do you feel?”
I nod, loosening my tie. “Better now I’ve parked.”
I smile. “See. You can do anything, my love. I knew you could.”
I feel like I need a stiff drink, but I won’t be doing that until we get home.
I pull her over so she’s half in my lap. My mouth finding hers. “I feel like an idiot.”
She frowns. “Why would you say something like that?”
I shrug. “I drive all the time.”
“This is different. You suffered a huge trauma, Khristian. You’re allowed to feel weird and terrified and all those things. It’s okay.”
I hold her close. “Thank you.”
“I didn’t do anything, you did all the work.”
I shake my head, burying my face in her neck. “When you’re here, everything is so much better.”
“Don’t make me cry before dinner,” she whispers, her voice breaking. I know how much this means to her too, because it was a huge trauma, one I will never fully heal from.
I pull back, cupping her face. “You don’t know what you have done for me. Am I all that you envisioned, my little rose?”
Tears well in her eyes. “That and so much more.”
I kiss her hard, my lips parting as she sighs. I end the kiss before we go too far.
“We should eat.”
“Good, because when we get home, I’m going to pleasure you with my mouth,” she says. I laugh in surprise. “And I might even let you come.”
I kiss her again, chastely. “I’ll remember you said that when it’s my turn.”
“Promises, promises.” She wiggles her eyebrows and I reluctantly let her go.
