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Just then, Bishop enters the room. He looks more relaxed than when he left to use the restroom. Instead of sitting on the couch beside me, he drops down on the carpet where Baron is now standing, holding onto the coffee table for support. His balance and walking are getting better every day, but he is still a little wobbly on his legs.
A throat clears, breaking me from my staring trance, and I look up to find my parents and brother standing. “We are going to give you some privacy. Shout if you need anything,” Mama says before they all leave.
I sigh, shuffling back on the couch to get more comfortable. Glancing at Bishop, I find his eyes already on me. So many emotions flicker in his eyes, adoration, love, but the predominant one is remorse. “I’m sorry that I have been so angry toward you.”
His eyes soften further, and he blows out a harsh breath before scooping up our son and moving to the couch beside me. With Baron between us, he reaches down and squeezes my knee. “It’s okay. I mean, I understand why you have been...so livid with me. It’s my fault you were shot.” He shakes his head as he swallows hard. “If you had died…” He chokes on the last word, looking at me, then Baron. “Well, you know what I tried to do. I know I’ve said it already, but you will never know how sorry I am.”
His eyes bore into mine, imploring me to believe him. “I know it will take time, but I am going to do everything to prove to you that we are meant to be together. I will do everything in my power to make it up to you. I want us to be a family. A proper family. Me, you, and Baron in our own place. I love you and our son, princess, more than anything in the universe. My life is with you both. We belong together.” Tears prick my eyes, and my heart rate kicks up. Everything he is saying is everything I want. But I am scared.
As if sensing that, Bishop leans in closer, cupping my cheek with the hand that was on my leg as Baron babbles between us. “I know that you are scared; you have every right to be. But I promise you with all that I am, I will andcanmake you happy. Just give me a chance to show you. I assure you that you won’t regret it.” His chest heaves with his declaration, and I see the vulnerability in his eyes. It’s a rare thing to see because Bishop always exudes confidence and swag.
Some of the ice around my heart thaws, and a small smile plays on my lips. Yes, I am scared but not enough to walk away from him. Bishop is everything to me. The man I love. The father of my child. It’s an easy decision to make and one that is worth every risk that comes with being together. “Okay.” I breathe out.
His eyebrows jump to his hairline in shock before a big smile takes over his face, and he presses his lips to my forehead. “You won’t regret it; I can guarantee you that. I love you, princess.”
* * *
Later that night after Bishop has put Baron down to sleep, we get settled in my bedroom. Bishop holds me close, careful not to touch my wound as we watchGinny and Georgiaon Netflix. He runs a hand through my hair absentmindedly as we lay in comfortable silence. My eyes feel heavy, and I am just about to fall asleep when Bishop’s voice sounds.
“Princess?” he murmurs.
“Hmm?”
“What are your thoughts about getting our own place?”
My eyes widen as my head snaps up. Get our own place? I know we decided to give us a chance, but isn’t moving in together too fast? “But you live in Vegas.”
He grins, running his free thumb along my lips. My stomach dips, and wetness pools between my thighs. Sex is the last thing I should be thinking about right now, but Bishop does it for me in every way, every time. I am horny just looking at him and his sexy smirk.
“I already told you I am going to prove myself to you. I am not going back to Vegas to live. My father is gone, and apart from traveling there for some occasional brotherhood business, I won’t need to be in Vegas full time. I want to be here with you and Baron.” He clears his throat, and I see a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. “Don’t get mad, but I already started looking at places. My realtor found the perfect brownstone—not far from here actually. It’s pricey but everything I imagined for our home. It has four bedrooms, a large kitchen, a separate lounge, a children’s playroom, and a garden. Everything we need. It’s amazing, princess. I want to take you to see it.”
I blink up at him, my lips parted in shock at all that he is saying. He has found a home. For us. “Wow. You have been busy while I have been in the hospital.”
He smiles. “I have. I want this for us. And you don’t have to worry about money. My father’s whole estate has been left to me. I can afford this new place and still have millions left in change.”
I stare at him. It’s all I can do. My pulse has spiked in arousal, and my whole body has come alive. I want this. A fresh start. I love my parents’ penthouse, but too much has happened here. This could be perfect and exactly what we need. A fresh start. “Can we see it when I feel a little better?”
A full-blown grin takes over his face. He looks so happy. He nods before peppering kisses all over my face. “Yes. Of course. I will set it up. You are going to love it as much as I do, baby.”
ChapterThirty-Four
BISHOP
Aria loved the brownstone.
Of course, she did.
It is perfect.
A month after Aria left the hospital, we went and viewed it. As soon as I saw the place, I knew it was where I wanted to live with my family. Where I wanted togrowour family.
I pretty much signed the contract for the building straight away, and now we are the proud owners of our first home together. One of my conditions in buying the place was that the current owners move out within a month—which, fortunately, they agreed to.
I don’t want to wait any longer than we need to. I would have moved us in tomorrow if it had been an option. It’s not that I mind living at the Maxwells’ penthouse, but I crave for us to have privacy.
“I absolutely loved the kitchen,” Aria muses beside me as we take a steady stroll through Central Park with Baron. Of course, Edward is with us, and Christian insisted on another guard to trail us, even though I have explained the threat to Aria is no longer there. Christian scowled and responded with,“There will always be a threat to my family, whether your father is alive or not. There is always someone waiting for their chance to get at me by using my weaknesses. My wife and children are my weaknesses. I will never stop protecting them. So stop fighting me on this.”
I didn’t argue with him after that. No matter what I say or how much I try and convince him that I can look after my own family, it will not change his opinion on the matter. I respect him for it. He loves his family, and after everything my father has done to them… Well, let’s just say he is within his right to have doubts.
