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However, there was and would continue to be a difference in our lives that neither my parents nor his real nor adoptive ones had experienced.
There would be love. It wouldn’t be perfect, nor would it be without arguments and strife, worries and fears, but in my heart, I knew they were conquerable because we had each other.
Perhaps we always had.
As the kiss continued, I closed my eyes, daring to envision our future. With each other. With our bizarre, blended family.
And with the baby growing inside of me.
When he pulled away, I licked my lips, easing from his arms. “I have a surprise as well.”
“You do?”
“Uh-huh. But you’ll have to be a very good boy if you want to know.” I wagged my finger and within seconds, he had me in his arms, his foot planted on the bale of hay. Then he tossed me over his knee, not wasting any time bringing his hand down several times.
“That’s not fair!” I yelped, shocked at the level of pain through my jeans.
“I never promised you fair. Did I?”
“Bastard.”
He laughed and continued the spanking, ignoring my struggles.
Seconds later, I gave up fighting, resigned to the harsh spanking. When I realized he was humming, I moaned.
He cracked his hand down several more times, taking his time to ensure I’d find it difficult to sit comfortably for a little while. When he was finally finished, easing me to my feet, he grinned, more like the boy I’d known before.
“Tell me the secret or I’ll continue your punishment.” His demand was firm, his voice husky and terribly sensual.
“I’ll have to whisper it to you.”
“Then by all means.”
I leaned forward, lifting my head, breathing softly before issuing the words. “You’re going to be a father.”
I’d thought of every reaction he could have, the grief he’d feel or struggle to accept having a family so soon. I hadn’t planned it. The thought of having a child terrified me, but maybe our fate had been sealed all those years ago, our destiny one carved in stone. And maybe, just maybe we could do things differently.
When he lifted me into the air, swinging me around, I heard his joyful laughter for the first time in so long. Gone was the agony of losing people he cared so deeply for. Gone was the anger that had almost cost him everything. And gone was the ache I’d seen on his face and in his heart.
We wouldn’t be a perfect family, but we would have each other through thick or thin, in sickness and in health and in violence and bloodshed.
A new beginning.
A new life.
And a love that had withstood the test of time.
Maybe we were blessed after all…
The End
