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Ethan remains quiet about the topic of us and begins talking about what we could expect and also, what can go wrong. Of course, we are hoping for a guilty verdict, and they get thrown in jail for a few years, but we won’t get our hopes up too high yet. Looking at his watch, Ethan studies the time.
“It’s already four fifteen. I highly doubt we are going to hear something today, but make sure you stay close just in case.” He warns Ella.
“I will, Dad.”
Ethan spares me a brief glance without the usual glare, and I’m filled with hope. Ella jabs me in the side, bringing my attention back to her, “Were you really going to pull out your member and show everyone?”
“First of all, please don’t ever call my cock a member. It’s either my cock or dick, shaft is okay, but not my favorite. Secondly, if you showed skin then I have every right to be able to show some too!”
“Well, I wouldn’t appreciate the women looking at my boyfriend’s penis!” she states, and I can’t help but to cringe.
“I am not an adolescent, Ella. Cross the word ‘penis’ off the list as well.” I grab her hand and direct her to the little swinging gate and pull her through it.
“So many rules! Can I just give it a name and call it that from now on?” She asks.
I moan and slide my hand down my face, “I have a feeling that I won’t like any names that you pick for it, so no, you cannot name my cock.”
“Are you saying that I won’t be able to pick any names for any future kids that we may have?” She pouts.
“I think it’s cute that you are already thinking about having kids with me,” I wink at her, “but no, that’s not what I’m saying. Naming your child and naming my cock are two completely separate things.”
I hear her scoff, “I don’t think there is anything wrong with naming your attachment Goliath.” She mumbles the words but, I still hear her.
I throw my head back and laugh, “My attachment? Seriously?”
“What? Are you going to tell me not to call it that either?”
“Yes, yes I am,” I throw my arm over her shoulder and pull her into me as we stand on the steps of the courthouse.
“I don’t feel right calling it the crude names when we aren’t being kinky.”
“Oh, Precious, when are you going to learn that our kink is twenty-four-seven? There’s no breaking in between.”
“Too bad, because it’s hard being good every minute of the day.” She pouts, making me laugh hard once more.
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ELLA POV
Sometimes Jace is just too much, but he definitely knows how to take my mind off things. Having a discussion about what I should be calling his ’member’ is not something that I ever imagined myself doing with anyone. I’m pretty sure my face has been tinged pink the whole time, but I’m serious, I can’t make my mouth say certain things like that unless we are in the moment. I guess it’s just something that he’s going to have to ‘spank’ into me, I smile to myself.
We are only sitting outside for about ten minutes when I get the text that the jury is back already, “Well, that was really fast,” I glance at Jace, “Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”
He shrugs, “I’m not sure, but let’s hope it’s in our favor. Come on,” he stands up and reaches his hand out for me to take, “There is no use worrying about whether it’s good or bad, because the decision has been made.”
I notice a quick flash of worry cross his face before he puts his stoic expression back on and opens the door to the courthouse for me. My heart pounds as we take the elevator to the third floor where the answer awaits. I don’t think I’ve ever been as nervous as I am now, not even when I was being bullied by Jace.
Jace suddenly grabs me by my nape and pulls me into his chest, “Calm down, Ella. It doesn’t matter what happens or what the outcome is, because it’s all over, and I’ll be damned if I let something like this happen to you again.” He kisses the crown of my head and tightens his arms around for just a moment before the elevator door open.
When he pulls away, I look up into his eyes, “Thank you, Jace. It means the world to me that you are here, supporting me.”
“There is nowhere else that I’d rather be, Precious.” He tosses his arm across my shoulders and maneuvers us through the people stepping into the elevator, and then out its doors.
My dad is waiting for me right outside the courtroom, but I can’t tell where his headspace is on the matter either. What is it with everyone having poker faces around here? When we walk up to him, he gives me a half smile before going back to look at some papers that he has in his hands.
“What’s going on, Dad?” I ask, drawing his attention back to me.
“Oh, nothing, sweetie. Just reading through some paperwork on another case. Are you ready?”
