Hector Doyle x OC | The Strongest Heart ❤

hot hot bath

Yana started to run the hot water in the tub.

While that was happening, she stripped herself of her clothes and tied her long hair up.

After a couple minutes, she turned off the faucet and slipped her two feet in the tub followed by her body.

The hot water felt so nice against her skin and she was now at ease.

The water covered all the way to her chest. She had her eyes closed and her concentration in the clouds.

But then all her worries came back down. She couldn't believe she was going to have a baby with a man she had just met a couple months ago.

It's true that they were deeply in love, but this change was going to bring a whole new level to their relationship.

Not to mention that he's a death row inmate and a wanted criminal.

And she still hasn't finished nursing school.

And to think what her mother would think of all this.

So many things were passing through her mind she thought she might have a heart attack.

But then, she thought of the baby that was growing inside of her.

She thought to herself "you're not even the size of a jelly bean yet and you're mother is freaking out already. I'm sorry"

Yana felt selfish and decided to calm down. She knew it wasn't developed yet but she wanted to make it feel like if it was in good hands.

She sunk deeper into the bath and just chilled.

Suddenly she heard someone calling her name.

It was Doyle.

"I'm in here" she responded softly.

Doyle knocked then opened the door.

"Hey, are you ok? You look a bit dim today."

"I'm fine. I'm just tired and in need of company."

"Oh well do you mind if I join you?"

Doyle took off his shirt which revealed his attractive torso.

He then took off his pants, followed by his briefs.

He drew closer to the tub before stepping in behind Yana.

As he sat, the water overflowed the tub.

Yana was surprised both of them could fit. She leaned back onto Doyle and closed her eyes.

She could feel his member pressing against her lower back.

Doyle wrapped his arms around her and pecked her neck.

She turned around to face him. She ran her hand across his chest and felt all the scars she had stitched up.

"You heal pretty quickly." She said

"My body is used to it."

She layed her head on his chest and wrapped her arms around his neck.

She was going to tell him soon, just not right now.