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"I know ya can," he says, then leans down and murmurs in my ear, "but I like it when ya sit there and obey. Now, tell me, who's in charge?"
I smile, remembering how things were so much simpler until tonight. I want to be back in that place so badly. I almost tell him that I am, but I don't. Instead, I admit, "You're in charge."
He smiles and kisses my lips. "Ya do know that you're actually the one in charge, right, princess?"
I tilt my head. "What are ya talking about?"
He grunts. "You've always been in charge. Ya always will be. Anything ya want, you'll get from me, and I think deep down ya already know this."
I open my mouth, but I can't deny it. It's true. He's always given me everything I've wanted, even when I didn't know I wanted it.
"You've had me wrapped around your finger since we met," he states.
I laugh. "I have?"
"Aye. You're the only woman who ever has." He kisses me again, finishes combing my hair, and leads me to the bed.
I crawl into it, and he slides under the covers next to me. He turns off the light, tugs me into his arms, and kisses my head.
For some reason, I start crying again.
"It'll be okay, sunshine. I promise ya."
But I wonder if it ever will be. How do ya get past the fact that your da never really loved ya? How do ya live with the truth blaring in your face?
I burst out, "My da didn't even love me!"
Tynan tightens his arms around me. "I'm sorry. I don't know what to say that won't make ya feel worse."
I take a deep breath and blow it out. It's shaky from my emotions.
"Let's try to get some sleep. We'll talk about all this tomorrow. Okay, Maeve?" Tynan gently suggests.
I look up at him, slide my hand over his cheek, and kiss him. More tears fall as I sob, "I really do love ya."
He tightens his hold around me. He puts his hand on my face, bringing his lips to mine. "I love ya too."
"Do ya really though?" I ask, and part of me wonders how I could ever believe that anybody loves me. How could I when I was so wrong about my own da?
It's as if Tynan knows what I'm thinking. He sternly states, "Your da should be ashamed of himself. He was never worthy of ya. I promise ya I love ya. So does everybody else in my family, and they always will. But I'll always love ya the most. You're never getting rid of me now." He wiggles his eyebrows.
I laugh, and it's nice to relieve some of the stress.
His expression turns stern. "I mean it, Maeve. You're stuck with me. I'll be old and wrinkly, and you'll still be stuck with me." He slides his hand over my hip. He strokes his thumb over the bone.
I smile. "Promise me?"
"I am promising ya. I promised ya the day I married ya and then I promised ya again on the second day I married ya," he states.
"Oh, yeah, I forgot about those double vows."
His lips twitch. "Ya want to do it a third time?"
I smile. "Maybe we should wait twenty years before we do it a third time. It might be a little soon for people."
"I don't care about them." He strokes my hair and kisses my forehead. "Ya really do need some rest though, okay, princess?"
"All right," I agree and slide down in the bed.
