His Unwanted Bride ~Editing~

Chapter Fifty: Tabitha

*Warning, this chapter has scenes of a sexual nature, if you don't like it, skip to the next chapter*

My body was sore and tender, but in the best of ways. Another person had never made me cum before, they hadn't cared to. But Alex was different. He was the man who showed me that not all touches were bad.

He slowly shifted, pulling out of me. It felt like something was missing. "Mmm where are you going?" I asked him without opening my eyes.

"We, my love are going for a nice soak," he replied, picking me up. I opened my eyes to see him carry me over to the hot tub. He sat down carefully, lowering me onto his lap. The rush of warm water felt heavenly. I turned slightly to rest my head on his chest, and my hand on his shoulder. He quickly wrapped his arms around me.

"Mmmm, this feels heavenly," I purred.

"The water can do wo-" he started but I interrupted.

"Not the water, though that's nice too. I meant being with you, being in your arms," I hummed.

I felt something wet touch my forehead. Looked up and it was a tear. "I don't deserve you," he spoke softly.

"It's me who doesn't deserve you, Alex. You have been so good and loving to both me and Clarissa. That's something we have never had before," I smiled sadly.

"It may be selfish, but I want you both for myself. Sometimes I wish things were different, and that she could just be ours," he spoke stroking my hair.

"I had always planned to adopt her when I left, maybe we can still do that, but together," I spoke nervously trying to hide my face.

"Do you mean that?" he asked me, turning me to face him in his arms.

"Of course, you love her almost as much as I do. She adores you," I smiled.

"I'll have my lawyer start looking into that immediately," he smiled.

I rested my head against his chest and I felt myself grow tired and overwhelmed. I fought back the tears, but before I knew it, they were sliding down my cheeks.

"Hey, what's wrong?" he asked stroking my hair.

"Nothing, and I think that's the problem."

"What do you mean, love?"

"I'm happy, and it's like I don't know how to just be happy. There's part of me that keeps feeling like this is too good to be true, like I'm going to wake up and be back there. Like this, all of this was just some mean trick my mind was playing on me," I blurted out feeling embarrassed.

"Honey, it's okay to feel like that," he spoke rubbing circles on my back. "You've been through hell, and you did it all, sacrificing yourself in more ways than I know to survive and for your sister. It's okay to question this, it's new and its scary. It's my job to show you just how real this is," he added kissing my forehead.

We spent the rest of our time in the hot tub cuddling in silence, and sharing a few kisses. Before long, we climbed out, and changed into our sleepwear. I wore one of his tshirts and short black shorts, he wore long flannel pants.

I unlocked the door as he pulled the duvet off of the bed. I blushed as he shoved it into the hamper. Then we climbed under the blankets and snuggled up to eachother before we fell asleep.