𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬
DARK ROMANCE
"Fuck. You."
I watched as the brown in his eyes darkened and he clenched his jaw. He stared at me for what felt like minutes and before I knew it, he had my back pressed against the wa...
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Five years later..
I woke up to Julian's phone ringing loudly on his side table. He immediately picked it up right away always a light sleepier. I turned around as he sat up and sat at the edge of the bed. It was still dark out and when I looked at the clock it was almost three in the morning. I wondered who the hell decided to call him at this time.
He had his shirt off and only wore sweatpants. I watched him as he spoke on the phone his voice was rough and sleepy. "Fuck" he cursed running a hand through his messy hair "I'll be there as soon as I can"
He quickly hung up "what happened?" I asked my own voice tired with sleep.
He stood before turning around and leaned over me on the bed "the club got broken into. Mateo and Adrian are there right now. It was a low ranked cartel" he told me.
"So you'll be gone for a couple hours?" I asked, disappointment in my tone.
"I'll make sure to be back before he awakes up" Julian promised, I nodded as he bent down to give me a quick kiss.
I grabbed his arm before he could stand "Happy birthday" I whispered against his lips. He put his hand under my head and bent down closer to my ear.
"Thank you my love" he muttered, placing a delicate kiss below my ear. He was about to stand to his full height but stopped when our bedroom door creaked open.
I smiled at Julian "guess you're too late"
He shook his head as we heard little footsteps come running towards the bed.
"Mommy" called a fragile little voice.
Julian stood, looking at the end of the bed "come here" he said softly and the bed dipped a little at the end. Julian reached the rest of the way and grabbed our son, sitting back on the bed with him on his lap. He looked small against Julian.
"What's wrong" I asked, running my hand through his curls. He leaned his head on Julian's chest, his tiny face in a pout.
"I scared" he mumbled his words still not clear but I understood him. He looked down playing with the strings of Julian's sweatpants.
"Of what" Julian asked him, staring down at our son in his lap. His gaze and tone was soft. Not like it had been when he was on the phone.
"Monsters" he stuttered.
"Monsters aren't real, baby" I told him. He looked at me with his big brown hazel eyes.
