Page 64 of Forbidden Souls


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He got called over to Braxton’s and came without question. For me. So it made sense he didn’t get to finish whatever it was. All I knew was that it was in the baby room since he was standing in front of the door like a bouncer who wasn’t going to let me enter.

Again with the suspense, something I disliked immensely, but I knew it was important to Landon and I was too damn tired to argue. So, I easily agreed and turned into my room, heading straight for the bathroom.

In no time at all, I was undressed and soaking in a hot bubble bath. Landon walked in, and before I knew what was happening, he also had taken off his clothes and was sliding in behind me.

When he started rubbing my back and shoulders, it felt heavenly. Then he wrapped his arms around my front and softly caressed my belly and my body relaxed back into his chest.

It was how I fell asleep.

* * *

A soft hummingdrifted to my ears, waking me.

With the white silk sheet wrapped around my naked body, pillow slightly damp, along with my hair, it was then I remembered Landon having to carry me out of the bathtub. Drying me off as much as he could as I stood next to the bed still half asleep, he’d then laid me down and covered me up.

Turning to look at the clock, my eyes went wide to see it was ten in the morning. I heard the humming again and realized it must be Landon because he wasn’t in bed with me. What was he doing? Curious, I got out of bed and grabbed his shirt that he had worn the day before that was laying on the ground and wandered out of the room, following the sound.

Stopping at the closed door to the baby room, I rested my hand on the knob and listened for a minute. He sounded happy and always hummed when engrossed in his art. The wait was killing me, so I opened the door.

And gasped.

Landon turned at the sound, a paintbrush in hand, and watched me closely.

I was stunned, silent.

No words would come, as I stood staring at the sight before me. On the largest wall in the room, he had drawn a mural forourlittle girl. It was adorable, beautiful, detailed, and absolutely magical.

“Do you like it?” he asked.

Was he kidding? Like wasn’t the word.

“I love it, Landon.” I felt a little flutter in my belly and giggled. “I think she loves it too,” I told him, grabbing my stomach.

His eyes were full of longing and I knew he wanted to feel it too. “You can feel her?”

“A little. And you will too, soon.”

He smiled and I graced him with the biggest grin right back. We were doing it. We were healing together, and it felt good.

“Landon, how did you do this? Did you free-hand it?” I knew he usually did, but I had to ask because I was in awe at how he pulled off something this huge.

“Yeah,” he said nonchalantly as if it was no big deal.

He was crazy.

I couldn’t fathom how artistically talented he was and could also accomplish all this in the amount of time he did.

It was a whole fairytale on that wall. With a town that had buildings and houses, their pointy peaks painted rustic pinks and blues. A splattering of seafoam green around the bottom and edges created patches of land. Little dogs and cats in the streets, and parents with their kids, holding hands.

The sky was a light blue, with a few fluffy, white clouds and light yellow, smiling sun peeking over one of them, as white birds fluttered all around. There were even a few pastel-colored hot air balloons high in the sky.

Then there was a detailed, cobbled road that led over a bridge and through hillsides, beautiful flowers, grasses, and colorful pastel mushrooms, straight to an enchanted white and pink castle. And there stood a princess at the doors, wearing a light pink dress, and her long golden hair swaying in the breeze.

It was hard to take my gaze off it, but something caught my eye on the other side of the room and I realized there was more.

When I turned the other way, he had set up the white wooden crib, placing it on the wall where he had painted the most fabulous tree. Its limbs leaned over protectively where she would lay beneath it, little pink flowers dangling off the weeping branches.

“Once we decide on a name for her, I will add it under the branches,” he said.

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