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Tomorrow morning Naomi is coming to get the girls for the day and Daniella has them tomorrow night until the girls get home. We have a plan to help them and give them a break.
Terror rolls onto his back. “I’m exhausted,” he tells me and pulls up my night shirt, putting his hand on the bottom of my stomach.
I place my hand over his, smiling at him. “I’m going to be a dad,” he says out loud.
“It seems that you are.”
He wraps an arm around my hip, dragging me the rest of the way over to him, with his head tucked into the side of my neck.
This is what we wanted; this is what we had planned but it's insane to think that it’s happening this quickly.
“Is this really what you want?” I’m vulnerable at the moment. I know he wants this but sometimes you need to hear it out loud.
He lifts his head until his face is just above mine. “You question me?” And it shocks me because he is pissed. This is the first time he has been angry at me, and I feel like absolute shit.
I don’t say anything. I feel frozen because the last thing I want to do is hurt or disappoint him.
My tears are falling down my cheeks. “I didn’t mean anything, Terror. Sometimes some old feelings of not being wanted come back and make me second-guess everything.”
I can’t bear to look at him right now, seeing him so angry at me. I slide out of bed and walk into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me.
I strip out of my clothes and step into the shower before it gets warm, the cold water barely fazing me.
The numbness is drifting over me in waves.
A small sob escapes me, and I press my head against the tile in the shower.
I don’t see it but hear the door to the bathroom being pushed open. Then the door to the shower is opened. “Baby, you’re breaking my heart,” he says to me softly, and turns the water back down to a cooler temperature.
My lips are trembling from the anxiety. He spins me around until I’m facing him. “It fucking kills me that people have hurt you in your life to the point that you question if someone wants you, loves you.”
My eyes raise to look up into his, and he looks like he’s in pain. It’s so potent I swear I can feel it in my heart just as he can.
“I didn’t mean it that I questioned you. I just wanted to make sure that you wanted this, because I’m pregnant, Terror. This is a huge deal.” Then it hits me that he technically just said that he loved me.
He lifts me until my legs are wrapped around his waist, but the words he said, he loves me.
“You love me?” I ask in a small voice.
He smiles and it reaches his eyes, and it seems some of the pain that I caused is gone from his face and I can see the understanding.
“I love you, too,” I tell him. I truly mean it and it’s something I will never fully be able to put into words.
“Fuck,” he grits out between his teeth, tucking me closer to him like he never wants to let me go.
“The love I feel for you, Angel, it fucking consumes all of me,” he growls, and I pull back, our lips clash together in a powerful kiss.
The hurt, the worry, and the stress melt away until it’s just us in this very moment.
I tilt my hips until I feel the tip of him pressing against me. I open my legs wider and reach down to guide him inside me.
My eyes roll back, the feeling of being filled is intoxicating. Hell, anything to do with Terror is exhilarating.
“I love you so much, Terror. I didn’t mean to doubt you. I was doubting myself. I just care for you so much and it’s like it’s too good to be true.”
I clench hard around him and he groans then shifts me closer to him causing him to sink deeper into me.
“Don’t doubt yourself. You are the most precious thing to me. You are carrying our child; you are giving me something that I will cherish more than life itself.”
