Her Wish, His Promise (Rewrite)

EIGHTEEN

One month later…

The couch and I have become one. Other than my bed, it's become the most comfortable place I know...other than his arms. 

No.

I have to pull my thoughts away from the asshole. God, why can't I forget about him?

Because he's an unstable, obsessive psycho that's why I can't forget him.

I pull my blanket around me, getting far cozier than I should be. I burrow deeper into the couch and smile softly as I feel my baby kick. The little bean stretches and shifts inside me and I give my belly a rub. My baby girl has gotten so big and I'm only six months along, I sigh.

The apartment is quiet, at least until everybody gets back and disturbs my peace once more. I close my eyes and relax, trying to chase sleep when the doorbell sounds off. I groan in frustration. What's a girl gotta do to get some sleep around here, for fucks sake.

I throw off the blanket and briefly struggle to get up off the couch with my pregnant belly. I stomp towards the front door, unlocking it, and then yanking it open with a huff. "What the fuck do you-"

"Hi." The gentle tone of the man I once claimed to love stands before me, still as put together and breathtaking as the day we met. His hair has grown slightly past his shoulders, framing his beautiful face. His piercing hazel-brown eyes shoot straight through my soul, shining like honey orbs. And that perfectly tailored suit hugs every inch of that lithe body of his; god there's just something about him that drives me wild.

Holy fuck...

The ability to speak is momentarily stolen from me and I can only stutter out, "W-what do you want?"

He exhales sharply, his eyes raking over my figure, "Fuck, you look stunning like that. Pregnant." There's a striking look of kindness and joy in his tone, and the soft expression of his face. "I couldn't stand not seeing you for this long. I had to see you. I just couldn't spend another day without knowing about you and our daughter's well-being."

His words leave me flushed, I can feel the warmth fill my face.

"I'm fucking wonderful, just great. You can leave now." I hiss, venom lacing my voice.

His brow raises, "Leave? I'm here to take care of you -both of you. Not to mention, it is our baby, so therefore it is my business."

I can't help but scoff at him. "Take care of us? You could barely take care of me when we were together. I'm not sure you know how." 

"I call bullshit, baby. I loved you, I adored you, I cared for you in every way a Master should for his sweet girl. I gave you my everything, Mina. You were my precious flower." He steps closer, closing the door behind him and I take a quick step back.

He gazes down at me, lingering on my belly, and the sudden flutter of butterflies runs through my stomach.

"I didn't know that caring about someone somehow involved assaulting them with a fucking riding crop. You clearly didn't give a fuck about how delicate I was then, or how I felt, did you? Or when you fcuked some random slut with your best friend and didn't even have the decency to do it while I wasn't home."

His lips form into a grimace and I know I've hit a nerve, but he keeps his eyes on me.

"Will you let it go?! It was a mistake, I will forever regret raising that crop to you. I should have believed you. I never meant for it to go down like that, I just lost control in the heat of it all." I can hear the regret in his voice, and have to remind myself not to fall for his bullshit.